I heard the crashing noise. That was what made me turn around.

Then the not-so-soft sounds of someone cursing violently like a sailor. She was tall; I could tell that even as she squatted there in the parking lot, trying to wrangle her runaway office supplies while her empty bag flew away on the wind.

I hurried over and stopped a roll of packing tape with the toe of my shoe, my lunch still swinging by my side in a plastic bag. Nearly forgotten, might I add, because at that point I was fixated on her long, long legs and trying to figure out how she hovered like that, just above the macadam, on very high heels.

She looked up into my shadow as I held out the tape.

“Jesus, thanks,” she said, trying to take it from me. Her arms were already pretty full.

“Is this your car? I can just help you put it in.”

She stood, holding a few notebooks and packages of ball-point pens and colored index cards.

“It is. And thanks again.” She wrinkled her nose against the sudden burst of sun in the sky and hit her key fob to unlock the car. I opened the door, and she found a small box on the floor near the backseat. She placed the items in as I bent to gather a few of her runaway things.

“This isn’t one of those abduction scenarios, is it?” she asked with a laugh.

“I don’t think I could have mind-tricked you into dropping your bag,” I said, picking up a box of paperclips from the few things still on the ground. “Plus, I wouldn’t have brought my own lunch,” I added, displaying my bag.

“Good. Never talk to strangers and all that,” she sighed, running a hand through her brunette hair. “Unless they’re chasing your packing tape across the ground.”

I laughed as she said, “I’m Melissa.”

I shook her hand and introduced myself.

“So, this is even worse than talking to strangers, but can I buy you a drink? I know it’s only two o’clock but damn…” She eyed the battered supplies piled in a lone box in the back of what appeared to be a rental car. “I could really use a fucking drink, you know?”

I was trying to keep my eyes on her face, but they kept skimming her hourglass figure, her wild hair, her bright blue eyes, and the legs. Long as hell, those legs.

I forgot to speak, and she said, “Is it because I just said fuck? With a few other choice words before that?”

I laughed. “I’d love a drink. And no, if we’re being honest here, I was staring at your legs.”

She blew out a long, slow breath and smiled. It was a heart-stuttering smile. “Come have a drink with me after this shitty day and you might get to see them up-close.”

The words went straight to my cock, and I blinked in the bright sunshine. I realized I was holding my lunch a bit too tight. Something told me my sandwich was ruined.

“Does that shock you?”

“Yes. But…”

“But?”

“But it also turns me on like nothing I’ve ever heard.”

“Follow me,” she said. “My crappy hotel has a crappy bar. To go with the crappy day.” Then she grabbed my tie and pulled me close. Her mouth was warm and sweet, and her tongue slipped across mine, causing my cock to stiffen further. “But the day might be looking up,” she said against my mouth. Then while I tried to recover, she got in her vehicle and closed the door.

I headed to my car, questioning my sanity. Was this really happening? But when I pulled from my spot to get behind her vehicle — fully expecting her to be gone — there she was. Waiting. For me. The trip to her hotel was only fifteen minutes from the parking lot. I used the time to gather my wits and text my partner that something had come up and I wouldn’t be returning to work. Something had come up all right, and it didn’t look as if it was going to go down any time soon. At least, not until I’d seen those legs up-close. Preferably, wrapped around my waist as I fucked her.

She was waiting for me by the entrance to the building, holding her box of battered purchases. “Can we drop these in my room first?”

I followed dutifully, trying and failing not to watch her ass swing as she walked. The black fabric hugged her curves, and I tried to picture what was beneath. It wasn’t hard for my mind to go there.

In the elevator, she smiled. “Do you think I’m odd?”

“No.”

“Bad day. Forgot a bunch of stuff and wanted some supplies for a work project, and then, well, you saw. Rough flight.”

“Sorry to hear that.” I held out my hands. “Do you want me to hold that?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. The day improved when you stopped to help.” There was that smile again, and my brain seemed to sink swiftly to my crotch. My brain and every bit of blood in my body. But still, I wasn’t getting my hopes up. This was too surreal.

She was in 213. “My swipe card’s in my pocket. Mind getting it?”

The magic skirt didn’t look like it had pockets, but when I looked hard I saw a small slit in the seam. I fished my fingers in, searching for the thin plastic card. The firm curve of her hip distracted me for a moment until I forced my digits deeper into the recess and found the card. I pinched it between two fingers and drew it out, losing my grasp once and having to dive for it again. I was close to her then. Close enough to smell her perfume — something that smelled like high-summer honeysuckle.

She surprised me by kissing me. A long, lingering, bold kiss that almost had me dropping the card from between my fingers.

“Swipe,” she said, finally.

I did. It took two tries because my hand was shaking and all I could seem to focus on was my hard-on.

Her room was small but nice, and she dropped the box on a small dining table. Her unopened suitcase was still on the bed.

She kicked off her shoes and squeezed her toes into the carpet. Then she bounced up and down on her heels. Every motion flexed the muscles in her spectacular calves. She caught me looking.

“You know, you could see them up-close first and then we could get that drink.” She tugged up her fitted skirt just enough that I could see above her knees. The elegant danceresque muscles in her thighs flexed as she moved again.

“Whatever you want,” I said. And I meant it. If she asked me to levitate I’d give it my best damn effort.

She nodded as if it had all been decided, reached behind herself, and not long after, I heard the tearing whisper of her zipper being drawn down. She turned her back to me and shimmied out of the skirt and let it drop. Beneath, she wore nothing but a small black thong. Her ass was incredible.

My heart stuttered. I struggled to breathe.

She turned back to me and began unbuttoning her proper white blouse. Beneath that was a nude demi-cup bra with a hint of lace.

I worked to get my tongue unstuck from the roof of my mouth.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. I stripped down to nothing and then she sank to her knees, damn near killing me. Her talent for kissing definitely translated. She took my cock in her mouth, sweeping her cherry-red lips down the shaft. The velvet of her cheeks and tongue and throat enveloped me. For some reason, she kept her hands clasped behind her back as she sucked me.

“She took my cock in her mouth, sweeping her lips down the shaft.”

Look, ma! No hands! The thought flitted through my addled brain, and I laughed. But she didn’t stop sucking, just raised a single brow as her cheeks hollowed from the force of her suction. It almost made me weep, that suction.

Her big green eyes slammed shut, and she licked a hot line up the back of my cock. I forced my hands into her hair, held her head and took her mouth. I was not shy anymore, sure that she welcomed the pressure of my hands cradling her head. She sighed and then sucked only my cockhead. Then it was my turn to sigh.

She broke free, and I watched her stand. She stared me down as she unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. My hand went to her breasts of their own volition, eager to feel if her skin was as soft as it looked, if her nipples were as rigid as they appeared. They were. I pinched her nubs, and she hummed, eyes sliding shut again. I moved in sucking one hard pink tip, pulling it with my teeth, nipping her so she gasped.

She took a deep breath and turned her back to me, sticking her ass out. “It’s been a shitty day. A shitty week. Can you do me a favor and give me a few swats before the fucking?”

I stared at her peach of an ass, bisected by the black thong. I only hesitated a second, but she waggled her bottom at me as if to entice me. I saw my hand strike before I knew I was doing it, shocked by the harsh sound of flesh meeting flesh. She moaned, and I moved in closer, proceeding to repeat the blow on the opposite side.

I pushed my fingers beneath the crotch of her thong, drove them into her, found her wet and willing. More than wet. Drenched.

Then I went back to spanking her, trusting her to tell me when she was done. My palm throbbed, and I watched, amazed, as my palm prints blossomed on her pale skin like time-elapsed photography catching a flower bloom.

“Yes,” she said, hair hanging in her face.

I couldn’t help myself. I shoved my fingers back into her soaking-wet cunt. Three this time. I drew them in and out as I watched her squirm.

I was the one who called a truce. I pushed her on the bed, and she bounced once, laughing.

I climbed onto her, tugging the tiny thong over her flared hips and then down her long legs. She spread her legs, and I saw the red juiciness of her sex. How turned on she was. How eager.

She grabbed my arm and hauled me to her. My brain wanted to question how I got from snagging a quick lunch at the market to here, but I shoved the thought aside. Because, really, who cared?

I thrust into her. Her heat and tightness gripped me, and I gritted my teeth to make myself focus. I didn’t want this to be over before it had begun.

Those long soft legs wrapped around my waist as she thrust up beneath me, taking every inch of me, her wet pussy lips kissing the base of my cock. She squeezed her internal muscles, and light blossomed behind my closed eyelids, so I opened them up and watched her. She licked her lips and then craned her neck to kiss me. Her small hands locked behind my neck, her body moving up eagerly every time I drove into her. I bit her lip, and she cried out, a shiver working through her lithe frame.

“Her pussy milked my cock lil its mission was to make me come.”

Again, she squeezed me with her cunt, and I saw little twinkling lights in my peripheral vision. This might kill me, I thought. But what a way to go.

“Now my shoulder,” she said. “Hard.”

I kissed my way down her neck, driving into her roughly, but taking my time on the withdrawal. She did smell like summer. And sunshine.

I bit her shoulder hard, and she came, her cries bouncing around the no-frills room. Her pussy milked my driving cock like its mission was to make me come. But I didn’t want to come yet, so I held on.

“Flip me over, flip me over…” she mumbled. “Take me from behind.”

I pulled free of her, my cock slick with her wetness. I flipped her on her belly, and she moved to her hands and knees, tossing back that mane of brunette hair. I didn’t ask, I didn’t worry, and I was getting a hang of what she liked.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and held it so her head stayed upright, staring straight ahead. Then I knocked her legs apart and drove back inside her. My free hand splayed across the bright red palm prints on her ass.

She whimpered and ground back against me, her body slamming back to meet my forward motion.

“This is what I needed,” she said. “This is what I wanted. Stress sucks. Fucking fixes that.”

I tugged her hair with a little sharp movement, and she groaned. I did it again and laid another smack down on her ass cheek.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

So I repeated it. A tug of the hair, a smack on the ass, a hard thrust inside her tight cunt. When I slipped a finger into her back hole, she came. A sudden, hard, orgasm that rippled across my dick like a wave. I lost it then, all my resolve folded in like a house of cards, and I came, my gruff cries an interesting contrast to her high ones.

I stayed there, inside her, until I caught my breath and then rolled to my side on the bed.

“Jesus,” she said, laughing.

“Wow,” I laughed. I had found my voice.

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