For Michah and for Ian
Thank you for being one of my constant readers
She looked up at the clock and saw it only moved two digits since she last gazed begging time to move along. The overnight shift has its perks, but on nights like this she just wanted it to be over. If she could make it to midnight that marked the halfway point, but the clock stagnated at 11 far too long for her tastes.
She fondled her iPhone playing solitaire and trying to expend as little mental energy as she could when wham the flashback hit her from no where.
She was freshly released from her restraints and he was in front of her. She clawed at his boxer briefs desperately. He looked at first her hands then her face. “Please”, she croaked.
That triggered another memory. Hitachi placed firmly on her clit. Her body shivered, her pleasure overwhelming her, she turned to him desperate. She could take no more and she reached out to him; “Daddy ….please”.
He pressed satan into her lips and with a voice absent of mercy said, “What?”.
“Please”.
Memories of her begging made her flush. She could feel the warmth in her face. She could feel her vagina contracting as if to cling to his size inside her. She could feel the trickle begin in her khakis.
stop this – she thought to herself
Her brain and her body ignored her as it usually did when it came to him and she began to softly quake and rock back and forth on her stool. She normally embraced her orgasms but in this moment she wanted this one to go away.
A passenger approached the desk, he inquired about the 12:20 schedule. She went through the motions, 100% muscle memory on the keyboard because her brain was kneeling at his front door clothing elevated as a gift before entering. He smiled down at her surprised she remembered….how could she ever forget?
Her breathing was shallow as she sold the ticket, you know her job, and the man smiled at her. You look amazing he said. She smiled and said thank you praying he would retreat. The pheromones had him linger though and his smile made her paranoid. Could he smell her?
She felt as if he could. That her scent of sex was wafting through the air. Perhaps it was because he co workers walked more slowly past her and the men lingered when they normally paid her no mind.
Her high visibility vest was not a requirement behind the desk but in this moment she was grateful. She could feel her nipples hard and straining against her bra. She was in heat. She was hot. Her eyes watered as she battled her professional presentation against her primal nature.
Nature always wins though and she signed off the system.
In her frenzied state she could take them all, and she knew she had to stifle this……feeling.
Her path to the ladies room was obstacle free and in record time the door was closed and her right was furiously rubbing her engorged clitoris. Her first orgasm was practically instantaneous she slumped against the door still rubbing still remembering still desperate.
By the fourth orgasm she was slumped to the floor but still fingering herself furiously. She remembered his words :
“that hollow feeling you feel is from using my pussy without my permission”
Without his permission she continued though, and by the ninth orgasm she was on the filthy bathroom floor legs quivering. She tasted copper in her mouth she’d bitten through her tongue trying not to shout out as she came over and over.
By the 16th orgasm she heard them paging her over the intercom. Her short clung to her skin and her high visibility vest gave her only the bare minimum of cover.
On wobbly legs she stood and leaned on the sink for support. Cold water on she tried to pull herself together. She looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the girl looking back. She’d last seen her when she was with him. She missed that bitch immensely.
When she took her place behind the desk again there was no doubt…..they could smell her.
She didn’t care though, not then.
She stared back at the clock, counting the moments until lunch when she could go and finish what she began.
Aphrodite Brown