Chocolate

Fornication

Aside from Serena, the cook, Debby, was the last to leave Charlotte's Chocolate.

"You don't mind closing up?" Debby asked upon leaving.

"Not at all," Serena shot her a smile, pretending to wipe up the already polished counter. Debby left, leaving Serena in her not-so-lonesome. When the cherry red car strolled away in the dark, snowy night, Serena pulled the blinds down, covering the large glass windows and flipped the OPEN sign. Discomposure threatened to overcome her with each footstep towards the public family restroom, but she contained the feelings as her fingers wrapped around the cool steel door handle. With the twist of the handle and pull of the door, sexual passion filled both her and the man in front of her, as she could tell from his eyes. Serena wanted to offer her whole self to him for the night. It would be the first hot, amorous night since her last one night stand, which was 7 months prior. 7 months is a long time without sex. But she had to be slow and act not as eager as she was feeling.

"Do you want to ride down to my house or something?" she asked as she lead him out of the bathroom he'd been hiding in, waiting for the others to leave.

"The only thing I want you to ride," he pushed into her until she was against the cool counter, "is me," his breath hit Serena's neck, along with his lips and tongue, leaving wet kisses along her outstretched neck. His large hands lifted her onto the counter and it was then that she remembered she did catch his name, but it didn't matter then. Her pink work shirt came off seconds after he revealed his full exposed body. He was quick but skillful in the roaming of his hands and Serena relished each chill that shot up her body. His large member found her dripping and anticipating slit, delving in slowly and his lips lasciviously wound around her erect nipples. She wrapped around him like a scarf, wanting every inch of him in her. Moans echoed through the room and Serena felt like she'd known him forever, like his lips belonged on hers and his cock was supposed to be in her in that moment. Maybe it was 7 sexless months or the fact that he was overwhelmingly experienced or maybe it was the rush of having sex at work. Thankfully Charlottes's was small and had no cameras, but that was beside the point and she didn't think of that as he pulled himself out and replaced his middle with his swift moving tongue. Sensations sent from other worlds overcame her body as he worked his magic. His short curly hair fell between her fingers. He loved every arch of her back and tug of his hair and every taste of her young middle with the flick of his tongue. He hadn't experienced as much spontaneity and joy in so many years.