I am filled with hate

Or maybe it's ennui.

I'm at a bar. The bartender is a close friend. It's his last day, and, well.

There's this nearby bar that had two of the most beautiful women in town slinging drinks. One of them is married, one of them isn't.

Almost three years ago a wonderful woman snared me. And right now, this actual instant, my close friend is fucking the non-married super hot bartender chick in this bar's office. He told me he's never had sex in the office, in eight years of getting more ass than a public toilet. So this chick offered to rectify that on his last day.

Me and dude had been chatting, he goes upstairs and she walks in maybe ten minutes later. Black minidress, hooker boots. Fuck. She asked the waitress where he was, waitress didn't know. I told her (after the waitress had left, I'm discrete) "he's upstairs". So maybe I spoiled his shit. But probably not.

Only on rare occasion do I really hate having a girlfriend, especially an awesome girlfriend who I love.

This is one of them.

Self torment

There's a chain restaurant close to a bar I used to be a regular at.  It's chock full of early 20s hotties, not quite sure of themselves, a little too much make up, first job making any kind of money out to blow some cash and make some mistakes.  Ripe for the plucking, and ready to pluck back.  That's bad enough.

Last week I hit this place up twice for lunch, both times I got to go orders from the Platonic ideal of one of these girls.  Super cute, hadn't figure out that kind of shitty job isn't worth being as good at is as she is, rocking the black stretchy pants.  I ran across the receipt today while doing my finances and her name was on it.  It's not a super common name, maybe she's on Facebook.

Oh she is, along with 250 pictures of herself, some dating from her cheerleading career (I bet she still fits in that uniform).  One of which is out of the window of her apartment and I can tell it's adjacent to one of the buildings I work at.  Fuck.

I have to be a good boy.  I have to be a good boy.

Dammit.

Back Room

"Were you looking at my legs?" she asks, not quite nailing the nonchalant tone she was aiming for.

I had been, earlier. She wore those fishnets with the hose still on them, if that makes any sense and the way she was sitting when I entered the office suite had them on display. A happy coincidence for me. After fixing her sink I'd come back out the front instead of sneaking out through the library hoping for a second glance.

"The Fifth Amendment says I don't have to answer that question."

That gets a laugh. Her secretarial attire doesn't give up any cleavage but she swivels to show me she's wearing proper old fashioned stockings with a garter belt.

"Care to join me out there?"

"I'm the only one in here." she says, indeed the office suite is deserted. Including the library and the big man's office. But I have a hunch and lean on her desk.

"You've already fucked in every room in this place, haven't you?"

She blushes, I win and hold out my hand to lead her through the halls into a mechanical space. I let her pass me so I can slide her jacket off and check out her full, muscular thighs. She's hiking her skirt up, pretending to innocence by not drawing attention to it. But she's looking around the dim, half deserted space.

"Here? Really?"

I close on her from behind, teasing fingertips under the tops of her stockings and say into her ear.

"You're not supposed to be here." Then I nibble. Her body language softens.

"That's the freight elevator. It could open any second." She's reaching around to feel my ass.

"That's the building ventilation trunk, everyone on three floors could hear you." She leans back against me and I slither her satin panties down.

"So I'm going to fuck you against those shelves over there." I'm past her pubic hair now, she's trickling. "And you're not going to make a sound." Now she's in flood. Her hands find my erection through my work pants. I squeeze her clit and she has to clear her throat.

"Okay." she says.

I kiss up and down the muscles on the side of her neck while I pull her sweater up, her short, dark ponytail teasing at my ears. She unsnaps the front of her bra (I love those) and I massage her breasts, a nice handful each with what feel like largish areolae. I pinch her nipples a little and she grinds her ass into my crotch, a little harder seems a little too hard so I go back to her tight, slippery pussy.

I walk her to one of the shelves in this vestibule and put her hands on the struts before pulling her hips away. Two fingers press deep up into her cunt and she hisses. Reaching around to stroke her hood gets a groan. There's no good position to eat her pussy from so it's good she's enjoying the finger fucking. If the stickiness gathering in my palm is any indication. Her knees tremble and her neck quakes, my cock is about to rip through to get to her when she whispers.

"Fuck me already."

It takes a little bit to get my stupid double knotted laces on my stupid work boots undone. This is no drop trou fuck here. She fucks herself while I shuck my pants, then she sticks her ass out a little more and together we get me inside her. She milks me, her snapper organ working and I'm slamming my dick into her juicy, hot pussy. I'm digging my fingers into her waist, making an effort to control my breathing. When to come in a quickie is always a calculation. Her fingernails brush again my pistoning cock occasionally, so she's jilling away. I try to match her pace and her pussy clenches and spasms. She grabs the shelf with both hands. From behind I can see her jaw drop and clench and the shelf rattles and pounds the wall as she comes, her hands tight around the metal.

I fuck her through her orgasm and figure the timing's good enough. The semen is always a thing, though. I turn her around and push her into a squat to jerk myself off onto her breasts and stomach. She leans back to catch it all on her skin and for a brief, shining moment there's just me spraying heat onto her and she happy to feel it. Then reality returns. Stupid reality.

"Um." She looks down at the mess.

"There's towels here." I get one and wipe it off of her. My half staff is in sucking range and she's nice enough to thank me by doing so for a little. I dry myself off and get my pants. She puts her bra around her tits again and kisses my check before heading for the door, putting herself in order as she went.

A work order about rattling in the ventilation system was on my phone before I made it to the shop. I'd let my boss worry about that.