I used to work the late shift at the county hospital. Toward the end of my shift, I would sometimes go to the cafeteria for a snack.

Every time I was there, the same woman would come in for coffee. She never looked around or sat down — just leaned against the counter and sipped quietly. The cafeteria was a large, empty room, so I figured she thought she was alone. Although we’d often made eye contact in the hallway, we had never spoken. One night I decided to break the ice.

I stood up from the table and silently crossed the floor.

“Hey,” I said.

“Damn!” she said as she jumped up. Half her coffee splashed from her cup and spilled on her. She rested her hand on top of the cappuccino machine and faced me. She was small and frail next to my muscular six-foot frame. She wore a beige silk blouse buttoned to the top, a brown plaid skirt, and brown tights. Her black hair was pulled tightly into a bun. Her high cheekbones and deep-set green eyes gave her an interesting appeal.

“What are you doing, sneaking up on me?” she said.

“Nothing. I just came over to say hello.”

“Well, do me a favor and go back to where you came from,” she answered. Then she grabbed a lid for her coffee and stormed out of the cafeteria. I was pretty upset. I stood in the middle of the floor, wondering if she would come back. She didn’t.

The next day, I saw her in the hall. My heart pounded. I could not believe she had been so rude. My eyes roamed the valleys and curves of her body, then lifted to her eyes. I glared at her. She glared back.

The following night, I knocked off earlier than usual. It had been raining for two days straight. I waited impatiently for the elevator. Finally I decided to take the stairs. As I entered the stairwell, I saw a woman one flight below me. I knew exactly who it was. From above, her ass looked even fuller than before. The stairway door slammed behind me. She looked up. Clumps of wet hair hung around her pale face. I winced. The look in her eyes changed from confusion to recognition, and then to contempt. She continued her descent. Her arm slid along the metal railing as she rounded a set of stairs. I followed.

She looked back up at me. This time her eyes twinkled with mischief. She sucked her bottom lip. Her pace quickened. She rounded another set of stairs. She peeked up again. I was intrigued. At the third floor a man in a blue lab coat entered the stairwell, blocking my view of her. I heard the clop-clop of her shoes. Another door opened. The sound of rain invaded the stairwell. She had exited the building. I took the steps two at a time, passing the lab technician on my way. At the bottom, I practically flew out the door.

There she was, in a dark parking lot. Once again, our eyes met. Quickly she turned and walked away. Suddenly it was a game, cat and mouse. She zigzagged between the rows of cars. I darted behind her. She glanced back again, saw that I was close, and started to run. I caught up with her just as she passed my green SUV. I grabbed the back of her shirt, pulled her to me, pressed her against the vehicle, and covered her mouth with mine. She sought out my tongue and sucked it into her mouth. I fumbled with the car door, unlocked it, and we both tumbled onto the seat. My cock was rock-hard. We both knew what was about to happen. A long, low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, and lightning lit the horizon. I looked at her and she mouthed the words, “Don’t stop now.”

Holding my breath for a moment, I reached down and yanked the side lever. The seat fell back, and she pulled me down on top of her. As I slid my hand into her blouse, she quickly undid the buttons. I popped the clasp on her bra and helped pull the straps free. Her nipples were taut and firm. My lips found one in the dark, and I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the tip. I slid my cheek across her bare skin and sucked the other nipple. I reached under her skirt, expecting to feel nylon covering her crotch. Instead I felt warm, wet flesh, with nothing covering it but a satin garter belt that was holding up her stockings.

She tugged at my belt and unzipped my jeans. Slowly she pulled out my cock. Her breathing was heavy and fast. She ran her nails up and down the shaft and under my balls. She was driving me crazy. I dropped my mouth to her neck and licked her damp skin.

Suddenly I heard the jingling of keys outside my SUV. The owner of the car in front was on his way home. I froze. The girl continued to caress my balls. I held my finger to her lips. She licked it, and then gently drew it into her mouth. I pulled my finger from her mouth and thrust it into her pussy. She moaned, and I pushed deeper. She moaned again, and succeeded in pushing down my jeans. She grabbed my cock again and tilted her hips toward me. She was so wet that I slipped right in. Her swollen pussy lips engulfed me. She spread her legs wider, and her breasts jiggled as she gyrated beneath me. We fucked hard and fast. The only sound was made by the rain beating against the window.

She arched her back and pressed her fingers against my skin. Her vaginal muscles tightened around my member, and her knees gripped my ribs. Her whole body seemed to tense up. The gyrating slowed and finally stopped. I felt my balls tightening, and I pulled out of her warmth. She set to jerking me off with skillful hands. Two seconds later, I came on her breasts and neck. She stuck out her tongue and fluttered it in the air. I leaned forward, rubbed my cock against her lips, and watched as she caught the last of my cream in her mouth. As neighboring headlights lit the backseat, I collapsed on top of her. We kept still and waited until the car passed by.

I still see her now and then in the cafeteria. We do not speak, but sometimes I catch her looking at me with the same tease in her eyes, and I remember the night we fucked in the backseat of my SUV. Who knows? Maybe one rainy night she’ll pursue me to the car.