No Blossom

III

Ha....

I need to tell her to stop, this can't go on. We don't even know each other. Why is she doing this? Does she feel bad for me? I don't...I don't want that...

To be honest I had no idea women could do it like that, she wasn't embarrassed at all.

"I'm going to put it in now", She told me, but the warning came a bit too late and I had no time to comprehend what was happening. The next thing I knew was a wet sensation as she settled my shaft between her legs and rubbed the tip against her lips. "Nghh- Okajima-san-!" She was a bit surprised when I said her name but continued to avert her legs until my length was aligned with her entrance.

She started to slowly slide me inside her, and I had to grip the backrest of the chair behind me to keep myself steady. "This is- It's so..."

!

By then she had only slid me halfway inside her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold myself from ejaculating for long. Her legs clamped tightly against mine, making it impossible for me to move even if I wanted to. Even though I tried to deny it, I really wanted her to let me in deeper, and for a moment there she stopped moving just to look at me, maybe to confirm that I wanted more. I wanted more.

As though she had read my thoughts, she began to carefully thrust her hips in a way that let me feel her at different angles, each movement sending me a new wave of pleasure. "Please...I can't hold it anymore..." I pleaded with her and looked her in the eye. She had pretty eyes, they were round and dark but not very focused, at least not on me.

She shook her head at me and lifted her pace, making it even harder for me to hold it in. I cried out for her to slow down, but she didn't. "Okajima-san!" I felt it build up inside me again, even stronger than before. My breathing turned rapid, until I was panting heavily and shaking all over. Then, as if a thread had snapped, I came.

For a second there I thought that I blacked out because of how hard I came, and afterwards my vision remained dim for a while. I hadn't even noticed that I was gripping onto her forearms, my knuckles losing color. I took a moment to catch my breath, and when I had somewhat returned to my senses, I rushed to apologize to her: "I'm so sorry- I-!"

Wait, what was I apologizing for again? She said it was alright and that I should calm down, but I felt too embarrassed to let myself lose control again. Not long after did she slide me out of her and separated from my body. "You're so red now, you should have some water", She instructed, and I nodded in return.

"You didn't...Or did you?" I pondered under my breath. "No", Was her answer, and for some reason it hit me like a rock. Had she not felt good like I did? Or was she doing it all just for me? Shame and guilt began to fill me bit by bit, but before I could say anything else to her, she had already gotten dressed and left.

"Okajima-san?" I called out after her, but the silence only confirmed that she was no longer there. Had I done something wrong? But she didn't seem to be angry or upset at all. Maybe she was in a rush? But if that were the case, why would she have done that with me in the first place? I rubbed my eyes is disbelief and waited another ten minutes before I got up and looked around. There were droplets of water on the floor and the wet towel that she had used had been lifted up and onto the side table.

I could smell my own sweat.

After having my first time with Okajima-san I had a hard time understanding what had happened. It all happened so unexpectedly and ended so quickly that we didn't even get to properly exchange words or introduce ourselves. But during my time in university I had heard about some working women who did this kind of thing and never met with the guy again.

So, I convinced myself that was all it was, maybe she had been deprived and needed it. But that didn't make sense either because I was the only one that came that time. Why would she do such a thing if it didn't make her feel good as well?

Okajima Saya.

Her name rolled nicely off the tongue. Could she still remember my name? She did before, so she had to, surely.

"You look awful", Someone behind me commented and I nearly jumped in surprise. It was the boss, he set a cup of coffee on my desk and lifted one brow as if I had just done something strange. "Huh?", I blinked. "I put in too much sugar, you can have it", He shook his hand and walked away. I waited for him to turn the corner before picking up the cup and giving it a shake to see whether there was actually anything inside. There was.

It did have far too much sugar in it, but at least it was warm. When I looked past the screen and at the city, the sky had turned dark and in no time did it start to rain. I wanted to go back home, but I didn't want to sit in that same kitchen chair and think about all the things that I could have done differently.

There had to be some reasonable answer to it all, otherwise, otherwise if I kept thinking and thinking, I would eventually lose my mind. Thunder accompanied the rain, and flashes of lighting struck through the horizon. I wondered if she was sitting in an office like this right then and watching the same rain.

Maybe she didn't care about things like that.

I had been so deep in ecstasy on that night that I could hardly remember what her body looked like. Not that I had gotten a good look at it in the dark anyway, she had been so close to me that I couldn't get a clear picture.

I squeezed the wallet in my pocket to make sure it was still there. It was.

My pants felt tighter than before, it wasn't comfortable at all.

"I'm going to put it in now".