Sexuality Happens

I showed up in front of her apartment, wearing a pinstripe skirt-suit, and white blouse.  She let me in.

“We’ve got to hurry.  We need to leave in ten minutes. Have you eaten yet?” I asked her.

“No.”

“Well, you’d better eat something before we go.”

Pointing to the bedroom, she replied “well, then you’d better go lie down.”

“No, I’m serious!”

“So am I. Lie down.”

I took off my coat, hiked my skirt up, and pulled my underwear to my ankles while she put a towel on the bed.  Seconds later, her tongue was on my clit, and I was bucking my hips into her face.

Pumping some lube into her hand, she slid her fingers inside me as I moaned.  Over the next few minutes, I went from zero to 60, although I think I “only” came about 15 times, squirting all over her.

Thirty seconds later, I had my underwear pulled up, and was sliding my jacket back on as I stumbled out of her bedroom. Other than being in a post orgasmic bliss and dripping for the rest of the night, it was as though nothing had happened.

And THAT is what our quickies look like.

-Essin’ Em