Another Late Night Tryst

Bianca finished reporting another late night story in Azle 20 miles from Ft Worth. Providing me another opportunity to meet her.
I pull into the driveway of the dark garage, it is late and quiet. I turn off the engine and wait for the station mobile van to drop Bianca off. Bianca sees a shaft of light coming from one of the office windows, she decides to head towards that. Her heels sound deafeningly loud on the concrete floor, no stealth approach here -- I know she is coming anyway. She pushes open the door that has been left ajar for her and sliding in through the gap, closing and locking it behind her. As she does the lights go off and she dares not move among the machinery and tools of the garage, then she feels my breath on her neck a second before anything else but it is not enough warning to stop her gasping as I kiss her, pulling her into my arms. I smell of a musky aftershave, my face is stubbly and is rough against her face and neck as I hungrily kiss her my hands pulling her into me. " You are going to make me all dirty!" She complains, thinking about her smart grey dress getting all grubby in the dark.

I pull away firmly grasping my hand, blinded by the darkness she has no choice but to follow my lead as I guide her through the workshop, we come to a stop and I turn her 180 degrees, pausing then pushing her down. With no warning she falls easily onto a sofa, I don't give her time to think about where before I'm on top of her pressing her into the soft surface. " My dress!" She protests again, only half worried now, she doesn't want me to stop. " You are really that worried about your dress? Really? You want me to stop? You are free to leave any time you like you know" I trail off and she realizes I got off her and once again she is blind alone and totally unaware of what is going on around her. " Of course not!" She says nervously, reaching a hand out in front to try and feel me, she wonders if my eyes are more accustomed to the dark, hers are starting to become aware of shadows, but to just make it all more spooky. She hears a sound on the other side of the room and sits up to try and see where it came from, but in a flash I'm on her again.

I hold both her wrists above her head and kissing her hard on the mouth, my legs straddling her so my body isn't actually touching her, she can't move. She gasps as I grip her bottom lip with my teeth, firmly but not painfully and then slowly slide my hands down her arms, firmly across her breasts and down her ribs. She leaves her arms above her head as my kisses become hungry and my hand grips her pelvis, pushing her down into the sofa and holding her down. I let one hand slide down her thigh to the edge of her dress and then back up, just inside. If she wanted me to stop she can't tell me, her mouth is covered by mine, her body incapacitated by my body. My hand slowly travels up my leg, the finger tips gently slowly moving towards my ever increasing wetness. He moves his hand slides back down tugs the hem of her dress up, she lifts her ass off the sofa as I use both hands to slide the skirt up and over her hips to expose the tiny black silk panties she is wearing.

I move my legs between hers slowly kissing my way down again as I slowly but forcefully push her legs apart. One hand slowly travels back up her body resting on her face, my hand gripping her hair pulling her into me, the other grips her pelvis as I hook my thumb into the thin fabric and begin pulling at it. She pushes herself against me, trying to find any kind of relief she can, but I hold her away from my body. She feels me smiling against her face as she groans into my open mouth in frustration. It is this groan that triggers a change in pace for me and the hand on her hip slides swiftly between her legs covering her hot wet pussy with my whole hand, my turn to gasp, as she grinds herself against me, sliding her tongue into my mouth, sucking me in just to have any part of me inside her. I begin to rub my hand back and forth against her starting to kiss down her jaw to her neck, the hand that is holding her hair slips down to her breast starts playing gently with her nipple through the tight fabric of her dress. She don't think she can take it any more as I slide two fingers deep inside her, hard and fast I thrust into her, biting down on her neck gripping her breast in my hand. She is completely at my mercy, pushing herself into me rubbing her sensitive clit against the heel of my hand as my fingers slid in and out. She pulls her head back groaning loudly as she begins to climax, feeling herself squeezing my fingers.

" Oh, so we are excited weren't we?" I ask, breathing deeply into her ear. She brings her arms down wrapping them around my neck feeling me shifting above her. She loosens her grip relaxing back, she runs her hand down the soft fabric of my T shirt, feeling my body beneath, all the way down until she finds my naked hips. She lifts her hand bringing it down hard on my ass.
" Cheeky boynow where did your jeans go?" She digs her nails into the soft skin, until I hisses back at her. She runs her hand around finding my hard cock. She gently takes the base of my shaft in her hand slowly running her hand the length of it, barely touching it but knowing from my breathing that it is driving me wild. My hands are back at her hair now, holding her kissing her hungrily as she ups the tempo. She moves me closer to her as she moves her hand up and down, the tip of my cock placed against her hot skin.

As she rubs up and down the tip rubs against her clit and she pushes herself forward to allow more friction. She feels herself about to cum when I push myself inside her, slightly more each time her hand moves down my shaft. One of my hands moves down taking hold of hers, pulling it away and holding it at her side as I slowly and deliberately push myself all the way in. She holds her breath as I do, barely moving anything drinking in the sensation of being filled. I begin rocking back and forth, never coming all the way out, keeping a constant pressure on her clit as she feels herself orgasm again. She grips my head with her free hand and the sofa with the hand that is being held at the wrist crying out into the darkness as my thrusts become more animalistic. She is gripping me tightly as I groan into her ear and pulls her hair to expose more of her neck, she feels my hot breath on her skin and she feels me let go thrusting frantically into her.

Then we are still, only the sound of our breathing in each others ears as we calm and relax, I loosen my grip on her wrist and shifts my weight off her. She feels her eyes become heavy as all thoughts of crumpled clothes leave her head and she breathes in the smell of me, hot sweat and musk.