My Optician (chapter 2)

When I walk over to get my purse, ready to go, I feel two hands on my ass.1

“I thought you didn’t want any,” I say, turning to her.2

She smiles. “I can’t help it. I saw your ass. I had to grab.”3

She lifts my shirt off, then my bra, and begins sucking my nipples. I hold her to me, taking her shirt off, and then her bra. I look at her breasts, amazed by their size and the color of her areoles—so dark, like dark cherries. I want to suck their juiciness until they are dry.4

When I pull her to me, feeling her breasts and muscular stomach on mine, I want to explore her even more. I slide my hands down the back of her skirt as she licks my breasts, squeezing them playfully. I undo her skirt and pull it down, going with it to the ground, kissing every uncovered inch of her.5

I put my hand on her mound, sliding my hand up and down as the wetness comes, and she comes to the floor with me. After we are both completely naked, I lie on the floor, her breasts hanging down above me. She begins trailing one hand down my stomach, towards my thigh, watching my face as she does. When she reaches my pussy, she reaches in and begins massaging my clit…slowly at first, then roughly.6

“Oh, you’re a tiger,” I say as she lowers her head. She separates my legs even more, slides two fingers in, and then I feel her mouth as she starts to suck my clit as if it’s a cock. I begin to orgasm as she continues sucking, my back lunging off the floor ever-so-slightly as I shout, “Yes. Yes. Oh, YESSSSS!”7

I pull her back to me by wrapping my legs around her, wanting to make her orgasm. Suddenly, we hear a nearby phone ring, and she looks at me…surprised.8

“Oh, my God. Who could that be?” she demands under her breath.9

We both stand up and quickly get dressed. While I’m dressing, she comes to me, fondles my breasts, and kisses me full on the mouth. “I’ll be coming by your place tonight.” 10

She opens her cell phone as I walk out the door, “Oh, hello, Jakob…”