You and I write to each other, telling each other all the things we want to do together. We’ve wanted each other for so long. We meet. We make awkward small talk – wanting to touch, to kiss, to suck, to fuck – but we don’t have the time. We have lunch and we kiss. As I touch you, the blood surges to my dick. I want you.
Lunch is over. You have to go to work. I have a meeting. We step out onto the street to hail a cab. We stand and smoke and wait. I look at you and can only think about fucking you, kissing your pussy, having you suck my cock. I don’t know what you’re thinking but I hope you’re thinking the same thing.
We’re in the cab. We’re riding back to your office. I can’t take my eyes off you – your face, you legs, your tits. I want them all; but every minute we drive is a minute closer to having to say goodbye. You lean against me. Your body feels good. Feeling you against me is too much. My hand is on your thigh, rubbing toward your hip. We kiss. We have to be together – there’s no way for us not to be at this point.
“I have to have you Ruby,” I kiss into your ear. You squeeze my cock and I know you feel the same way. The taxi is only a few blocks from your office. I rub your left breast through your shirt. You push yourself against my hand. “Oh my god Nuri,” you say, “we need to go somewhere. Fuck my job, I can be late.” I look at my phone. There’s more than an hour before my meeting. I look at you. I want you. I kiss you.
We tell the driver to pull into the underground car park at your office. I give him $50 to leave us alone for an hour. He can keep the keys. He begins to protest. I give him another $50. He looks at us, looks at the money and smiles. He finds a secluded section of the lot and parks the car. “Get going,” I tell him, and he heads toward the elevators. We are alone. The setting may be inelegant but at this point it doesn’t matter. We need to be together.
60 minutes. Our mouths are together in a flash. Neither of us can keep our mouths still as we find ways to press them tighter and closer together. Our tongues are everywhere. Your mouth is sweet and wonderful. It’s warm and unknown and I can’t get enough of it. But the time . . .
55 minutes. My hands are on your tits. Squeezing them though your blouse. You pull your shirt up so I can get my mouth onto them. I move my mouth from one nipple to the other – feeling them stiffen. Their texture and temperature and taste are everything to me right now. You’re kissing my head as I suck at you. My hand is moving up your skirt. I can feel how smooth and soft and warm you are. I can’t wait to have you.
45 minutes. Your shoes are off and you are rubbing my leg with your bare foot. We’ve talked so often about this happening that my head is spinning now that it is. My right hand is touching your panties. You are undoing my belt and pants and reaching in to pull me out. In a flash, your red lips are wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down me – licking my balls, my shaft, my head and the tip. I can’t tell you how fucking good this feels.
37 minutes. We are rushing and fumbling and aching to be together. “I love you kissing me,” I say, “but let me eat you too.” We struggle to position ourselves in the back seat. I am laying on the seat, my knees bent, my pants down. Your mouth is on me. I grab your ass and hoist you onto my face. I pull your panties to the side. Your pussy is pink and wet over my face. I pull you against my face. You begin grinding yourself into me. This is heaven.
30 minutes. Your ass is moving up and down on my mouth. Your pussy is salty and so wet – with you and with my saliva. I can’t get enough of you. My right arm is wrapped around your hips, moving you on me. My fingers are inside you, stroking you will I lick and kiss and suck your clit. Your mouth is moving on me in ways I can’t even begin to describe. I can feel your hands on my balls, stroking and squeezing. I could do this forever – but time is running short.
22 minutes. I can feel your excitement building. Your thighs are tight on my head and you are flicking your cunt on my face. I am craning my neck to get my mouth tighter against you, to press and rub my tongue on your clit. My face – my mouth and cheeks and chin – are sopping wet from your pussy – my mouth gets wave after wave of your wet. I can feel you tremble – rub, go tight and stop – again and again. I can hear you moaning with my dick in your mouth. We fuck each other’s mouths for ages. But we don’t have ages.
13 minutes. You’re grinding your pussy on my face wildly. My face aches from the pressure of you on me but I love it. The noises you’re making are choked by my cock. They’re a mix of moans and gasps and gags. Suddenly yo stop sucking and just move your hips. Rubbing then freezing, rubbing then freezing. You’re cuming on my face. I can’t breathe. Your pussy and ass and sealed against my face.
Six minutes. You bounce off my face and turn around – straddling me. Your rubbing your pussy – cuming. You have my dick in your hand and are rubbing it along your pussy – not quite putting it inside you yet. Your body is quivering. Your breath comes in fits and small bursts. Your eyes are closed. I reach for your hips and pull you down onto me. Your pussy spreads and my dick slides into you. You push down onto me and I am completely inside you. You sigh, smile and continue to rub yourself.
Three minutes. I pull you down toward me. Your breast hang above me face and I am licking and kissing them, brushing them with my beard. You are pulling me with your pussy, I can feel your muscles contracting around me. My hands are around your ass pushing you against me. We grind together. You lean your face to mine and we kiss again. Both breathing hard and heavy. I cum. I cum deep inside you. I can feel you clenching me. I cum for ages it seems. But time is almost up.
One minute. You slide off me – cum seems out of you. You wipe it off the inside of your thigh with your panties and pull your shirt down. I pull up my pants. We sort our selves out as best we can in the cramped back seat of the cab. We get out and both light cigarettes. We are holding hands – not talking. The door to the stairwell swings open and the cabby appears. He seems surprised to see us just standing there smoking.
“I’m going to have hell to pay when I get upstairs,” you say. “Me too,” I say, “I was supposed to be somewhere a while ago.” “Do you wish we hadn’t done that?,” you ask, glancing at the taxi. “Are you kidding,” I say, “that was the best.” You smile. I tell you I need to go. We kiss again – long and sweet. I watch you walk to the stairs and give the driver the address I need to go to. We pull out onto the street. I can smell our sex in the cab and all my thoughts are of you.
Pretty Dirty 