I had to walk all the way to work today, it sucked. The first few hours of my shift were fine, but then this group of guys came in, and they tried to be funny by yelling and shouting. If I didn't have rules that need to be followed, I would probably tell them to fuck off. Now, there are mostly families here, eating dinner. Suddenly, I see Diana enter. She's wearing a short, black skirt and a tight tank top.
"Hey, Sanders! I heard that you work here."
"You are correct," I say, smiling politely.
"When is your shift over?" She asks, approaching me. I pull out my phone, taking a look at the clock.
"In four hours," I say.
"I'll be back then to pick you up. We could have some fun in my car," she suggests, playing with the collar of my shirt as I swallow hard. She doesn't wait for a response before turning around and walking towards the exit. I can tell that she is swaying her hips more than usual, probably aware of the fact that I'm staring at her body.
All I can think about is Olivia. She hasn't texted me or anything since the incident last night. Fuck her, I can be with Diana tonight. She wants me, at least. Diana is known to hook up with a lot of people, guys and girls. We went to the same middle school together, but she became friend's wtih Jordan just a couple of months ago when they met at a party, so that's how we started hanging out again. I should be in love with Diana. She's the perfect girl in so many ways. She's smart, confident, cocky. She's everything I want, but I can't seem to catch feelings for her. Instead, I'm interested in a girl who doesn't even like me. That's great!
When I'm finally done with the shift, I text Diana.
Me
r u picking me up or?
Diana
im on my way daddy
Me
whats wrong with u
Diana
everything
and u love it <3
Me
in ur dreams
<3
Eventually, she pulls up with her car and I approach it, opening the door.
"Hey," she says.
"Hey."
"Where should we go? I'm horny as fuck," she admits.
"I don't know, let's just get out of here," I say, wanting to be with Diana as soon as possible to forget about Olivia, I will probably never see her again, anyways.
Diana pulls over on an empty parking lot.
"Well, this is not creepy at all," I say. "We will probably be killed by some crazy serial killer."
"Shut up and let's do what we came here to do, Sanders," Diana says, turning the engine off before moving to the passenger seat, straddling me. She leans down and presses her lips against mine. I put my hands on her waist, kissing her back and sliding my tongue into her mouth. I let my hands travel under her shirt, touching her stomach and her breasts through her bra. She takes her shirt off, pushing my head to the side before leaving wet kisses on my neck.
"Shit," I breathe out. "I just wanna fuck you."
"What are you waiting for, then?" She asks, seductively.
I lift her skirt and pull her panties to the side, feeling her wetness on my finger as I move it in slow circles.
"Did you wear this skirt for me?" I ask her shyly and she nods.
"Please," she whines and I enter her with two fingers. She moans immediately, starting to ride them slowly, keeping her hands on my shoulders. Everytime she comes back down, I curl my fingers inside of her.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," she breathes out. I don't know if she's saying it because she means it, or if she's just saying the things that she thinks she should say. She starts breathing heavier and heavier, riding my fingers faster as her eyes roll back into her head.
"Sanders, I'm close," she whines.
"Cum for me," I whisper, feeling self concsious as I'm saying it. I'm saying the things that she wants to hear.
"Yeah," she moans, breathing faster and faster as I speed up my movements. She then starts shaking, letting out broken moans, digging her nails into my arm and back as she reaches her high. I watch her in awe as she continues to shake and jolt, her mouth being open the whole time. Her body crashes into mine, and she then moves slower and slower, trying to catch her breath. I pull out my fingers and watch her as she grabs my arm and puts my fingers into her mouth, keeping eye contact the whole time.
"Fuck..." I mumble. She cleans my fingers up before leaning her head against my shoulder. I feel her hot breath against the side of my neck. My fingertips are trailing along her spine and I leave small kisses on her bare shoulder.
"How the fuck am I supposed to drive home after this?" She asks, making me laugh. "Let's stay like this for a while, yeah?"
"Yeah."
