Mia hummed along softly to the music playing through her headphones as she busily went about her job of replacing client files in their proper cabinets. She stopped when she suddenly found herself in sudden darkness. She stopped her mp3 player and took the headphones off.
She set them on the table in front of her and turned around slowly. She cursed when she found that she couldn't see anything. The room she was in was windowless, walls covered with filing cabinets. There was only one door. She'd never really thought of the room as a scary place before. She liked the room and its orderliness. Only orderly because she had spent a long time making it so. She jumped as a hand touched her cheek. She mentally kicked herself for daydreaming.
She swore then that she would never listen to music as she worked. It was against policy anyways. And now look where it had gotten her. She mentally shook herself and started paying attention to the hand that now caressed her neck. She thought it was slightly calloused. Packaging? No, she thought, they never come to this end. Receiving then. That made sense. They're only down the hall.
She tried desperately to think of who worked in receiving but was being distracted by that exploring hand. It was causing pleasant little flutters in her stomach. She gave up on trying to figure out who it was and decided to explore on her own.
Her hand slowly reached out and found her companion's face. Man in receiving. Not that she had expected much else. But the stubble on his face made it kind of obvious in her opinion. She continued upward and paused over his left eye. She could feel the roughness of dried blood. Hm, she thought with a smile, cut over the left eye… She let out a soft laugh. "Quincy." He pulled away from her and she frowned into the darkness. "Would you have done that with anyone, Mia?" "I didn't do anything… did I?" She moved forward until she collided with him.
She wrapped her arms around him. He tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her head back gently. His lips brushed over the side of her neck and bit her gently. She moaned softly. "You do have a point. And now that you know who I am, what are you going to do?" She ran her yousex fairy tales xnxxx sex vamvir vs dracula sex stories up his arms and over his broad chest.
"We'll just see about that, won't we? Now, how about we start by turning on the lights, hm?" "I don't think that's a good idea…" "Why not?" "You'll change your mind, I know it." "Oh, honestly, I've seen you at least once a week for a long time.
I know what you look like without the lights on. Why on earth would I change my mind?" "I don't know…" She reached behind him and turned on the lights.
He pouted and looked away. She tried to hide her smile. "See? I'm still here." He mumbled something and she sighed. "Fine, don't believe me." She pulled away from him.
"Can you help me finish putting these away?" She waved a hand towards the stack of files. He sighed, looking even more crestfallen, and picked up a small stack. "Sure." They worked in silence and Mia did nothing to conceal her staring. She did it intentionally of course. She watched how his muscles moved under his shirt and the way he glanced at her shyly from time to time.
Once everything was done, Mia gathered her things. She grabbed his hand. "C'mon." Chinese slut taking a bath with a webcam pulled him through the building and outside, to her car.
"… Mia?" "Heavens, Quincy, get in the car. Coffee? Sound safe enough to you?" He blushed. "I'm sorry… I'm not used to this… stuff…" He frowned, trying to find a better word. "I'll get you used to 'this stuff'." She smiled at him and got in the car. He followed a second later. "See? That wasn't hard." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. "Relax." He nodded. She sighed. "I don't mean to make fun of you… it's just one of my flaws.
I apologize." "No need to apologize, it's fine." He smiled boyishly. "One of the things I like about you." Mia blushed. "My mother used to tell me it was not at all an attractive attribute…" She bit her lip to stop from crying, "nothing I did seemed to be." She started the car and drove out of the parking lot and into the danish nikita is gloryhole and bukkake fun streets. At one of the lights, she began to sing softly.
Quincy's eyes slid shut at the soothing noise, and he allowed his head to loll around against the headrest. "You have a lovely voice." His voice was rough as sleep threatened to take him.
She laughed. "Thanks." He shrugged. "I've no voice of my own. I make a smoker sound lovely." "Who'd have thought you had such a sense of humor. You always seemed so… somber." He shrugged. "My job isn't that exciting. No need for humor." "I think lack of excitement is where humor is needed most." She drove past the coffee shop. "Damn, they closed early." She sighed and continued to drive. "… Where are we going?" She looked at him.
"My house… if you don't mind?" He shrugged. "I think I can handle it." He smiled at her. "Ah, makin' jokes on yourself. I don't know if that's a good thing." He laughed and she decided that she liked it.
It was low and rough. She grinned. She made a left and then a quick right into a driveway. "Here we are." Quincy looked at the house and then at her. "You put files away and you can afford this?" They were parked in front of a three storied building. He thought it looked like an apartment building. "I-it's been passed down through my family…" He frowned slightly.
"Oh." He wanted to ask more but she didn't look too comfortable as it was. They got out of the car and walked quietly to the door. Once inside, Quincy stopped. The entryway in which they stood was painted a deep purple. The floor was stained dark and sconces supplied a dim light. "… It looks like a bar in here." She laughed. "Would you like to see the parlor?" "What?" Silently, she took his hand and led him back outside.
On the lawn was a little sign that said, simply, 'Mia's'. As they approached the sign, a man appeared on the sidewalk. He was scruffily dressed and when he spoke, his voice was jenna foxx bfs step mom wants a threesome. "You open tonight, Mia?" "No Bill, not tonight." She pulled Quincy closer and he stared down at her, surprised.
"Don't go gettin' married now, ya hear?" With a cackle, he left. Mia led Quincy back inside quickly. "Mia?" She mad a small, high-pitched noise before looking up at him.
"I'm sorry about this… I didn't mean it to turn out this way." "This isn't a… men's club, is it? Mia laughed. "How kindly you word it. But, yes, it is what you say it is." "And you own it?" "Yep." "Do you… participate?" "I sing… sometimes. But I never… I'm not the right… shape…" He looked her over. In her work clothes, he couldn't tell if she had any shape whatsoever. "Wouldn't know." She grinned. "Coffee? Or perhaps something a little stronger?" He allowed himself to be led into the first door they came to.
This room was also dimly lit and a small stage graced one wall. The bar was adjacent to the stage and she led him towards that. She went around the bar and behind it and he sat on a surprisingly soft stool. She leaned on the bar. "What'll it be, bud?" He had to laugh. "Surprise me." Mia smiled mischievously and nodded.
She turned and walked a little farther down to grab some bottles and a glass. "My grandmother started this business. About fifty years ago. She was already… old but she found a few women who would work for her." She paused.
"My mother was one of them. She was gorgeous, everyone loved her. When grandma died, the business was continued by my mother… and now, it's mine." Quincy didn't dare ask the question in his head so he simply nodded and took the drink she offered him.
He took as small sip and choked. She laughed. "Sorry. You said whatever. That'll loosen you up real good." She smiled slyly. "So… when you mother owned the place… what did you do?" It was the closest he could come to asking the question he wanted to. "Cleaned the floors and tabletops after she closed." "That all?" Mia's hand shook slightly as she sipped her own beverage. He thought it oddly clear. "When I got older… I did a little…" "Thought so." He timidly took another sip of his drink.
"… What're you drinking?" A little color returned to her cheeks. "Water. I make it a habit not to drink." "Ah." They continued talking for a while, Quincy picking his own drinks after the first one. Mia wasn't sure if she might've taken a few sips of his drink herself… After a while they were both telling bad jokes and deep secrets. After they ran out of things to say, they fell into a drunken silence. "So… was you any good?" She laughed. "Wouldn't you like to know." His grey-green eyes bore into hers.
"I would." Mia straightened. "I-I…" "Honestly, your work clothes are so… bulky, is there even a you under there?" She blushed but said nothing.
Instead, she walked around the bar and to the door. He stood and wobbled slightly. "I'm sorry Mia, I-" She held up a hand. "Sit down before you hurt yourself.
I'll be back in a few minutes." "… Okay." He sat back down reluctantly and watched her go. He was staring into the bottom of his empty glass when she coughed lightly to tell him she was back. He jumped slightly and looked to the door, but she was not there. She laughed softly and he turned to see her standing on the little stage. She stepped off of it daintily and walked towards him. Her hair was free from its usual bun and the black curls bounced as she walked.
Her hazel eyes were lined in black and her lips were a realitykings moms lick teens molly mae nikki capone dueling dildos red. She wore a low-cut, black top that exposed her bellybutton. Her ensemble was completed with a jean skirt and black boots. He took note of her shape. Her breasts were not large but fit her small body. She had a not-quite-flat stomach but it looked firm nonetheless.
And, of course, her backside, which even her work clothes could not hide. At the last thought, he smiled. Mia stopped. "What? Do I look that foolish?" "No, no, no. I was just thinking about something." "Care to share it with the rest of us?" He stood and closed what little distance there was between them. "I was smiling because the rest of you is just as delicious looking as you bum, which was noticeable even at work." She blushed. He stared down at her and his voice was soft when he spoke.
"Did you do this all for me?" She dared to look up at him. "Yeah… I look horrible." "No, you don't." He walked her to the bar and sat her on one of the stools. With the corner of a napkin, dipped into her abandoned glass of water, he gently wiped the black eyeliner away. "Much too 'harlot' for my taste." He kissed her gently on the cheek. "Now, you look uncomfortable just wearing revealing clothes. And while you do look ravishing, you should go get changed." She looked up at him and bit her lip.
New keisha gery ki xxx story best eyes strayed to look at her breasts. He let his eyes travel up her neck to stop at here he ad bitten her earlier.
It was red and slightly welted. He touched it and she let out a small whimper. "Sorry…" "Oh, it's fine. I didn't mind it." She grinned up at him shyly. Then she stood and took his hand. "Mia-" "Shush." That was all she said as she pulled him out of the room and up a flight of stairs. At the top was a locked door that she hurriedly unlocked and pulled him through. She closed it and flicked the lights on. "Welcome to my home." They stood in a large room that looked to serve as living room, kitchen, and dining room.
There was a door to their left and she led him to it. Again, he tried to get her to speak but she only shook her head and pulled him into the dark room. She did not turn on the lights this time, but quietly shut the door. She let go of his hand. He stood still, afraid he might knock something over. He jumped when her hands found him again japanese slut yui ayana got fucked on the sofa uncensored traveled up his chest to the top button of his shirt.
Nimble fingers quickly had the rest undone and her small hands pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Her palms ran back up his arms to clasp loosely around his neck to that she was pressed against him. "Mia, hold on a sec." She sighed and pulled away completely. "Change your mind? You don't have to lie, I won't be offended." "I didn't say that. I just want to make sure you are okay with it." Her hand again found his.
But this time she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up and under her skirt. It was warm and damp. He moaned quietly. "See what you do to me?" She let go of his hand and he pulled away. "I'm quite sure I want this." Her voice was barely more than a whisper. "I want you." He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair. With her forehead against his shoulder, she pushed him backwards.
After a few steps the backs of his knees met wood and he toppled backwards. She landed on him and pressed him further into the soft comforter of her bed. She rolled off of him and sat at the edge of the bed, unlacing her boots. Quincy sat up and brushed all her hair to one side and began to kiss her neck and the side of her face.
He slipped a finger under he strap of her shirt and slid it off of her shoulder. He chuckled. "No bra?" "Not with this shirt." "Hm." He continued to kiss her neck and now her shoulder. His hand touched her stomach and moved slowly up until he cupped her breast in his hand. He squeezed gently and ran his thumb over her nipple. A boot thudded on the floor and she moaned loudly. "I can't concentrate." "Good." His voice in her ear mad her shiver. She quickly removed the other boot and let it fall to the floor with the other.
She turned and pushed him down onto his back again. By now their eyes were adjusted to the dark and they could see each other slightly. Mia straddled his waist and gazed down at him. She began to slowly pull her shirt up. She lost sight of him only as the cloth went over her face. She tossed it off the bed and looked at him again.
In an instant she found herself on her back, his face looming over hers. He smiled and slowly lowered his head to kiss her. She smiled against him and returned the kiss. He managed to kick off his own shoes without pulling away from her. One hand moved to resume playing with her breast. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back, pressing herself against his hand. Quincy's mouth left hers and he began to kiss his was down her neck. A sound made them both freeze.
The front door had opened and a feminine voice called out, "Mia?" Mia sighed. "What is it Carrie?" "Are you alright? Bill said that you had a man with you earlier." "You believed Bill?" Mia pushed Quincy off of her and motioned for him to hide as she crawled under the blankets.
Quincy had just rolled off the far side of the bed when Carrie walked in the door. "Alone again? Won't you never find someone?" Carrie grinned. "Oh, wait, you're still waitin' for that one guy. The one from your work. What's his name again? Quincy somethin'? Yep, that's it. Always goin' on about him to all of us.
You ever goin' to tell him? Why you gots to be so shy?" The girl's southern accent bugged Mia to no end. Carrie touched Mia's neck. "You got bit by somethin'. Better put somethin' on it." "I will, Carrie.
I'm not feeling well as it is." "Oh, okay." Carrie stood. "Could you lock the front door on your way out? I forgot to earlier." "'Course I can Mia. Sleep tight." Girlish laughter followed Carrie out of the room and out of the house.
Mia fell back ebony pawnshop amateur giving head for money the pillows. "That was close." Quincy stood up and crawled back onto the bed. He was a little surprised at what he had heard. "Mia?" She whimpered and buried her face in the pillows.
"What?" "… Do you really talk about me?" "Yeah… they hate it." "How long have you done that?" "Since I started working at the office." Quincy was shocked.
"That's like… two years." "And three months and sixteen days." "…" Mia laughed at his silence. "Now you know." "I… am I allowed to be flattered?" "I suppose." Her muffled voice made him smile.
"Mia, stop it." He laid flat on his back. "I'm yours to do with as you would." She sat up and stared at him. He grinned up at her. "You're weird." "I know." He laid his arms away from his sides. Her eyes roamed over his body. It was fit but not disgustingly so. His chest was covered in fine, black hair and formed a little path that collided with the hem of his pants. She reached out a hand to follow the trail from his bellybutton to the bulge in his pants.
He emitted a low moan. She pressed the palm of her hand against it and he bit his lip. "All for me?" He nodded. "You're very quiet." He whimpered. She undid the button and then lovely kitten is gaping juicy pussy in closeup and coming zipper.
Then she began to tug his pants down. "A little help?" He raised his hips off the mattress and slid them off. Mia sighed quietly and laid down next to him. "What's the matter? You look like you're in pain." "Just a little. But I'm really just trying not to wake up your quiet little neighborhood.
She smiled. "I see… do you have work tomorrow?" "… No… why?" "Just wonderin' Now we have more time to get to know each other. No need to rush things. I hate being rushed." "You want to get to know me? I'm so boring though." "Are you a virgin?" He looked at her, startled by her blatancy. "No… are you?" "No." "… How many?" "Five." She looked up at him and her eyes were sad.
"And I was not willing with any of them." He sat up. "What?" "Yeah. When my mother still owned this place." She seemed to accept the fact even though she shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. "And your mother did nothing?" "She didn't like me.
She didn't care." Quincy wondered if it bothered her at all anymore. He only shook his head and pulled the blankets back over her. "You need sleep. Even memories can be tiring." "Stay with me." Her tear-filled eyes pleaded with him. He nodded and crawled between japanese cosplayer getting a load blasted on her hairy pussy blankets next to her.
She snuggled into his side. After a few minutes of laying in silence, Mia rolled off the bed and walked to a dresser across the room. She shed her skirt so that she stood in only her underwear. Then she began to go through a drawer to pull out a large shirt. She slipped it over her head and walked back to the bed. "You taunt me." He grinned at her. "Glad to hear it." She climbed back into bed, though she did not snuggle up to him. "… What's the matter?" "Nuthin'." "You're not a very good liar." He moved closer to her.
"So?" He gently took the sleeve of her shirt and dabbed of what was left of her lipstick. He propped himself up on and elbow to look down at her. "You think I don't care about how you feel in this situation. You think I'm going to take what I want and leave, act like it never happened." He cupped the side of her face. "You've never known a loving touch." She looked at him sharply. "Do you love me?" "I-I don't know. I nev-" "How can someone who doesn't love me touch me so?
It doesn't make sense. If you don't love me I understand. But don't give me a false sense of… something." She fell silent and waited for his reply.
He stared down at her, contemplating his answer. He knew he was attracted to her. From their evening so far, she seemed like a good person, despite all she'd been through. Did he say he loved her? "… From what I've learned about you, I like you very, very much. But I don't know you well enough to say I love you.
I would like to get to know you better and one day, love you." Once he started he found he couldn't stop. He knew, though, that he spoke the truth. She leaned up and kissed him lightly. "Well, maybe you can show me a caring touch? I've heard about one of those too." Quincy grinned and bent to kiss her again, more deeply than before.
A hand moved to fondle a breast through her thin shirt. She whimpered and pushed herself up movie stripes nude shower scene his hand. His mouth left hers to leave a trail of kisses, down her neck, to her shirt. Her body jerked as his mouth closed over her nipple through the shirt. He sucked on it gently and flicked his tongue over it. She wriggled and moaned under him, her hands tangled themselves in his hair. He pulled away after a minute.
"Do you want to leave the shirt on?" She shook her head and pulled it off. She arched her back off the bed to tell him to continue and he chuckled. "As you wish." He focused his attentions on the other breast this time and she reacted even more. A hand traveled down her stomach to her underwear. He found that she was even more wet than before and moaned quietly. He wiggled a hand under then garment and held her.
Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. "Take it off." He peeled the garment off slowly, torturing both of them. He put his hand back over her and rested it there. He waited until he felt her relax before he slipped a finger between her folds.
Her hips bucked violently as he touched her clit. He continued the rub her slowly as she thrashed around. She stilled instantly as he slid a finger into her, and then another. "Relax, Mia, I won't hurt you." He kissed her softly and began to move his fingers in and out of her.
She opened her eyes and they locked with his. He smiled down at her. "You can tell me to stop and I promise I will." "I don't… want you to…" she moaned.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes again. He began to move faster and ran his thumb over her hard nub. She moaned loudly as she went over the edge. He planted little kisses all over her face as he waited for her breathing to return to normal. "Are you alright?" He rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him shyly. "Better than alright." He smiled. "That's good." Mia laughed.
"I could get used to that." She touched the bulge in his boxers. "I should return the favor?" "It's not a favor Mia. It's a gift. A sign of affection." Even as he spoke she started tugging at his shorts.
When they were off, she laid back down. "I am yours." She spoke in a whisper, echoing his earlier words. "Mia…" "C'mon, I know you want it." She got up on her elbows. "And I want it too. Our bodies don't lie." She ran a finger down his length and he moaned. She pulled him on top of her and laid flat. He still looked unsure. "You know I won't hurt you, right?" She smiled up at him.
"I know… Quincy." They did not wake when the sun did. And the girl who found them found it interesting indeed, for she had gathered all her coworkers to see the pair.
"Mia," they called, "Mia, it's time to get up." Mia sighed and snuggled closer to the body next to her. She froze and opened her eyes to look around her. All the girls stood around the bed. Quincy still slept with his arms around her.
"Who is he, Mia? He's fine." Mia glared at all the girls before turning to kiss Quincy awake. He opened and eye and looked around him. He looked at Mia with wide eyes. She pulled away from him, "Girls, this is Quincy. Quincy, the girls." "Is that really him? I can see why you fancied him." It was Carrie that said this. "You gunna share him with the rest of us?" Mia glared at her. "No. I will not. Unless he wants to go." They all turned to stare at him. "I-I'm quite content here, thanks." He looked at Mia and smiled.
"More than content." She blushed. Looking back at the others, she sighed. "You guys can open. I don't… feel well today. Now, go, I need more rest." All the girls filed out obediently. "They're so bothersome." Mia luda is finally fucking her bf and sure enoys onto her back.
"… Mia?" "Hm?" "Can I say I love you?" "If you think you do." He pulled her close. "Mia, I love you." She kissed him on the nose.
"I love you too, Quincy."