Snowed in. (Closed for Apollo Wilde)

[CoSurvivor]

The rhythm that Chris created was at a pace he could maintain, thankfully Dawn was more than willing to move with him, he wanted to speak, tell her she could ask him any question she wanted. At the moment, as he felt her lips starting to seek his, each kiss she placed made him desire her more. Chris came up for air and pleaded, for her, then gave a deep groan of pleasure and passionately crashed his lips against hers. After a chaotic mess of kisses strewn across her lips, Chris finally spoke.

"I don't want to be a stranger to you... I want to know every inch of your body, I desire to know what small touches will flood your panties... or cause you to call out my name. I want you Dawn, I want to know as much about you that you'll tell me. But right now... right now I want you to cum with me..."

His rhythm grew chaotic, leaning back he gripped her hips with his hands and fucked her hard, looking down and watching her breasts shake as each thrust of his cock rippled through her body... Chris' eyes met hers, and the only emotion there was pure lust...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

That was certainly unexpected. And turned what was (she was hoping, trying desperately to mold) a fun, maybe-guilt-ridden-tryst-if-she-could-get-her-head-out-of-it, no strings attached deal into something much deeper. But it wasn't that she had the chance, or really, the presence of mind to respond. Maybe it was the combination of pent up imaginings, lust, or just the snow itself, but his steady thrusts into her body were pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

His fingertips pressing into her hips, she could feel them slipping against her sweat slick skin. The desperate, needy attempt at contact, floundering through it all, was enough to make her open her eyes, look up at him - before a sharp knife of pleasure lanced through her body. Her sex tightened, clenched, flexed - and then, with a sudden cry, as if startled, she came. Her legs tightened against his hips, pulling her into him, as her body continued to spasm around him.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris road out her orgasm as the ripple effect hit him. He could feel his own start, then hit him like a mack truck. His orgasm simply crushed him. With a long drawn out release of tension and pent-up emotion Chris gasped and groaned out a satisfied

"YES...Ah, AHhhhhhhh..........."

Feeling his cock pulse inside Dawn coating the inside of her pussy, he could feel the warmth of their mixed juices soaking his crotch.

Satisfied, and exhausted from the second such intense fuck session in 30 minutes, he collapsed, squeezing himself into the space between Dawn and the seat of the couch.

He could care less at the moment if the couch was a sticky mess of sex and sweat, he had to rest for a moment...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Oh...."

It was a long exhale, of relief, of being utterly sated - of being utterly exhausted. Her body was limp beneath his, still save for the heaving of her chest and stomach. It seemed as if she sank deeper into the cushions, and, once he moved to the side of her, she sighed again. Her head tilted back, her eyes slowly opened. The ceiling blurred, then came into focus.

She couldn't bring herself to say anything. Her body felt as if it were humming, a low vibration from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her sex still fluttered, and she could feel the first pangs of soreness. She wasn't going to attempt to sit up - the slow ebb of his cum from her was a hint of how bad it'd be if she sat up. And how were they gonna get that off the couch...?

When her breathing slowed back to normal, she became aware of goosebumps starting on her skin. Instinctively, without a word, she snuggled closer to Chris.

 

[CoSurvivor]

As Chris started to bring his heart rate back to normal, he could sense Dawn curling toward him. he gently turned and pulled her with him, the two of them now nose to nose. Chris subtly then not so subtly ran his hand down her side resting it on her bare upturned ass cheek. Kissing Dawn ever so gently, Chris looked down between them. and gave a bit of a crooked smile.

"Well, it's a good thing these couches are leather, a lot easier to clean up... "

He snorted, then gave a hearty chuckle, looking into Dawn's eyes. knowing full well that he'd filled her not once but twice. he owed it to her to help clean up and not be shy about doing his part in cleaning both of them up. "Speaking of, when you re ready to get cleaned up, I'm sure we can whip up a sponge bath or something like that. "

Chris then rested with Dawn in his arms, they'd clean up, yes.. but there was still an unanswered question in the air, which he asked after as gentle kiss against Dawn's lips.

"So, how long have you been wanting to fuck me?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Something like that," she murmured. If he;'d asked her what color the couches were right now, she wouldn't be able to answer him clearly. Cleaning up was the last thing on her mind. And though her pulse had normalized, feeling his hand slide down her side, to rest on the top of her ass, her heart jumped, just a bit. She knew she wasn't up for another round, not so soon. And, carefully, she reached behind her, and put her hand over his. A gentle squeeze, and she moved his hand to the top of her thigh. Not a rejection, but a silent request to get him to slow down.

At his question, she blinked. Once, twice. Then, scooting back, looked at him incredulously. Then, she laughed, her shoulders shaking.

"I mean, I never thought it'd actually happen," she finally managed, sinking back into the couch. "You're cute and all, and the thought of you has definitely gotten me off a few nights, but I mean, come on. When was it ever going to happen? Maybe this is why it snowed to begin with - to get us to finally hook up."

She left the elephant in the room as just that - and didn't even begin to wrap her mouth around asking what was going to happen next.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"Could be a sign, or it could be an early sign of cabin fever. You know the craziness that happens when you get cooped up in the same place for too long? People start seeing things and doing all sorts of crazy things. Like making out and having sex with someone they'd tripped over their own feet trying to talk to."

While Chris talked, he tried to squirl up his eyes and stick out his tongue articulating going a bit stir crazy. Chris was trying to infuse some of his sense of humor, but wasn't sure his captive audience could stand it.

"I'd like to chalk it up to making the very best out of a bad situation. We're stuck here. For a few days anyway, not expecting anyone to come and rescue us seeing as how the snow storm has literally shut down the entire city. But, being honest... I'm.. honored that you'd call me handsome enough to want. You are a stunning woman Dawn, not everyone notices, with our heads down, but I always have. I think even more so since I had to stop by and pick up that p.o.s. laptop you have. Course.. the jeans you were wearing at the last company party over the summer...mmmmmm..."

He finished his sentence with a slight grin, and then shifted, he wanted her close, close enough to feel in his arms and not make her feel that he was going to push for anything more, any time soon. And, he got her subtle message regarding where he'd placed his hand. He admonished himself a little bit, but Dawn had possibly the finest ass in the building, having the chance to get his hands on her, touch her, was a little like fulfilling a dream. Course he'd probably never say that, it would be objectifying her probably a whole lot more than she'd stand for.

Taking her sign, he weaved his fingers into hers and brought her hand up between them, taking her hand and placing it on his chest, covering it with his own. Chris enjoyed the touch of her soft hand against his chest and knew how much he'd missed being close physically with a woman, the fact that he was here with her simply amazed him..

So... Miss 20 questions... what's your next one?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Surreal" still didn't begin to describe the current situation. She listened to him with all of the common courtesy that she would as if they were small talking around the microwave. With him next to her, she didn't feel as cold, and she moved closer. Part of her wanted to drape her legs across his lap, as causally as if they'd been lovers for years, but she resisted. For now, at least.

"Mmm, I think it's a bit too early for 'cabin fever,'" she replied, looking past him towards the TV. It was still going on, though the news coverage had gone from the prominent thing on the screen to scrolling text across the bottom. It wasn't looking too good for them - at least in the sense that they'd be getting out any time soon. But it did look like, for now, that the power would hold, and with that, the heat.

"Ah! Damn it," and she lightly slapped his chest. "We got too busy fucking to actually prep for anything. We should probably still get back around to figuring that out than anything else." Perhaps she was stalling, wanting to avoid questions that would make her sound like a horny teenager, but there was an actual need to get some sort of home base set up - complete with supplies, blankets, and the like.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris nodded not in resignation, but because she was right, they did need to venture down to marketing like he'd planned and figure out what they could use overnight. He really really really didn't want to move. and for once in his life he actually spoke his mind.

"I know we need to move and get going, but I'm gonna be honest here, I really really don't want to move Dawn. But I suppose we should. "

Slowly Chris sat up, pulling Dawn with him. Standing up pulling her with him to her feet he stood there naked as the day he was born, looking at Dawn as well, he wanted to reach out, touch her breasts, caress and kiss her, simply being with her lit a fire that he had to fight hard to keep quenched...

"Even if we are the only ones here, probably a good idea to get dressed..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Raising her eyebrows at him, she then shook her head, but not mockingly. "We can probably spend all weekend screwing around." There. She said it - and got it out in the open. Though her body needed time to recover, she certainly was humoring another go. Whatever happened in the office stayed in the office, right? Well - that was the next thing she should probably bring up with him: trying to figure out exactly what this was, if just for the simple fact of trying to make the work place tolerable until she found something else.

"But we need to figure out how we're going to survive. Worse case scenario and all." She was already pacing away from him, glad that she'd kept on her thick socks. She could already feel the chill from the floor seeping through them, and her nipples sprung to firm attention. Retrieving her bra first, she slipped it on, then her shirt, dressing methodically. "So, blankets in marketing - but I think here's where we should set up. At least there's a TV and the couches - probably the most comfortable place in the office. If we have enough blankets, we can plug up any drafts from beneath the door or whatever."

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris nodded in agreement, he'd been concerned a little since she'd seemed hesitant back in the server room, and Chris took the opportunity to sort of clear the air on something that was bothering him.

"I agree with you, we could, so I hope you know... 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.' Ok? What happens this weekend is between you and me, I'll never tell a soul, and I don't kiss and tell anyway. I hope that might set your mind at ease.."

with no further comment, Chris picked up his shirt and walked to where he'd tossed his pants and hers, watching from afar as Dawn put on her bra, then her shirt. Quickly putting on his boxer briefs and jeans then looked at where he'd tossed Dawn's thong on top of the adorably cute pajama pants she'd been wearing earlier. Part of him wanted to steal her thong and keep it to remember, but he thought better of it. While Dawn dressed, Chris talked.

"I was thinking the same thing, we should definitely camp out here, your suggestions of b folding up shirts, towels or whatever we can get a hold at the gaps to the hallway should hopefully keep the cold out, that is, if the power cuts out. If it does, the warmest place in the building will be the server room, Even with the fans, it'll be warm, so that will be our back up 'if' something happens."

Sexually Chris had always been a very tactile kind of guy, he loved the smell, the taste of pussy, and the memory of tasting Dawn fresh on his fingers made his cock jump just a bit.
Standing there next to the rest of her clothes he offered Dawn her thong as she came over to retrieve it and her pants. Teasingly he offered it, then played like he was going to keep it, only to smile, and hand it over.

Just as Dawn was about to put them on he stopped her, put his hand on hers and commented.

"I hope this doesn't sound weird, but.. can I help you?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"I mean...this whole thing sort of came out of nowhere, don't you think?" She was pulling her shirt over her head, and threading her arms through the holes. "I always thought you were cute, but to just go from barely strangers to fucking like mad? I'm sorry, but it's gonna take me a minute to process this." Since he hinted at it, might as well go all in. "Believe it or not, I don't typically go sleeping with random hot strangers." No sooner than the words were out of her mouth that she realized the implications of "typically" - and snorted.

At his holding out her thong, then snatching it back, she simply blinked at him, agog. Then, surprised, she laughed - short, unsure -, and took them back from him. Kneeling to put them on, she stopped at his question.

"Uh, why?" It was the first thing that came to mind - though the thought of him touching her again was enough to make fire pool in her stomach. A dull ache in her cunt reminded her that she may not be up to full on penetration, but she wasn't out of the race yet.

 

[CoSurvivor]

His face went a little flush red, it sounded stupid, surely, and he had no intention of trying to initiate anything at the moment. He simply... wanted to touch her again, but not cause them to get full on grinding against each other. .

"Because, oh nevermind" Chris stammered out. "Can you tell I'm not the best with the English language... Fuck I can fix a multi million dollar server network but I can't express a simple thought to an extremely beautiful, half naked woman standing in front of me. Can you tell I don't do this much? I'm right there with you where I don't do this.. 'ever' But I don't regret any of it. I'm over the moon that we did.. and that I'm stuck here with you. "

But he still hadn't told her why. Chris leaned back on the arm of the couch next to him and scrunched his face up frustrated that he couldn't find the words Folding his arms he tried again, then realized he was probably acting defensive.. which was not what he was trying to do. Instead, he reached out, and touched her arms, gently.

"I was just hoping to help. Our sexcapades have probably made you a tad sore. So I thought maybe you'd let me help so long as it didn't lead to anything too much. Respecting not to 'touch' the goods."

That was 'part' of his reason. the other he didn't think she'd ever believe. and that she'd probably get weirded out by especially from her response. Chris was very much a tactile person, or as his ex would call "touchy feelie" He'd always found the sensuality of a simple touch, fingers traced across his chest, over a woman's well defined stomach, or teasingly across the same woman's nipples, He found it all appealing, and sensual, Seeing Dawn naked made his heart stir, he'd love nothing but an opportunity to sensually touch her from head to toe. But he doubted that would happen, at least not now.

Chris tried one last time. "I was hoping to help.. and.. touch you Dawn..."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

" 'Touch me'?" Oh, she knew what he meant. And, truth to tell, she had to stop herself from squealing as he turned red. Seeing him this embarrassed made his boyish charm all the more apparent, and it was hard not to want to instantly reassure him. She sighed, and her expression, for the first time that they'd been stuck together, actually softened.

"I think I can manage putting on my own panties," she said, softly, "And we really do need to get our 'living situation' squared away. After that...." Her eyes found his, pointedly. And she let her expression finish her statement. Once they got everything taken care of, hopefully, her body would have recovered enough for another round - and, on top of that, for them to actually talk. Chris seemed to be all the more bashful the more she pressed him, so maybe he did actually have a crush on her, and wasn't some creep that was working his way through the office.

 

[CoSurvivor]

"OK..." Chris nodded and stood close only if she ended up tilting off balance. It wasn't a complete rejection, but it was also a tiny bit deflating. "Such it is buddy, not gonna have every wish granted..." or that's how he rationalized it to himself.

He did however watch her intently, her deft fingers as she slipped on her panties, covering up the treasures which she hid below. Seeing the back of her thong slip through the cleft of her ass, almost made him sigh... The color contrast of the violet lace against her dark skin was wonderful, and stunning. Handing Dawn her PJ's he turned back to face the hallway and started thinking about where in marketing to start.

He thought for a moment then acknowledged, something in his mind, and formed a plan.

Once she was dressed, Chris gave her a nod and held open the door to the hallway, then started speaking.

"Ok, I need to get back in my office for a sec, and grab the spare keys I have in my desk. That way we don't get locked out of anything. Also, do you know anyone with one of those little space heaters? I know Joanne here on the 3rd floor has one, but I don't know of anyone else. Once we are done downstairs I say we snag it. I feel bad for her honestly, the A/C never seems to work right on her side of the building so she always gets cold. Also, just in the case of the power going out when we are walking around, let's avoid the elevators, would suck to get stuck in one while we are here. Got any ideas of a few things we should try and procure? Oh, and I thought I'd grab an HDMI cable from the desktop team and run it from my laptop to the TV. Figured between us we could agree on something to binge watch. I mean.. if that's ok with you?"

Most of his suggestions were good ones, but he'd always known Dawn to be very resourceful. at least that was her reputation. So, he figured she'd have a few ideas herself.

Reaching his office door, he scanned his badge, walked in and again held the door for Dawn, and by force of habit, took a good look at her ass. "Save it Romeo..." Chris told himself. Walking in the room smelled like it always did, and thankfully the fans had blown out any scent of their previous carnal activities.

With keys, and flashlights in hand, giving one to Dawn, he lead the way to the rounded central staircase. It was an open stairway that gave a panoramic view of the second floor and the main floor which had a massive open atrium for greeting guests. The main floor greeting area was actually quite impressive, and was the way the CEO and the board of directors wanted the public to view the company. Chris was about to say something, but as he rounded the stairway and was halfway to the second floor he looked further down the stairs toward the ground floor. It was measurably darker down there than it was on the second. Walking slowly, with no further comment, Chris turned on his flashlight, peering down stairs and immediately knew why it was darker down there.

The blizzard outside had thrown enough snow to cover the windows, it was measurably colder down here. not enough to where Chris could see his breath, but it was still a touch unsettling. Turning to Dawn, he reached for her hand squeezing it reassuringly.

"Come on.. the storage closet is down the left hallway past the main reception desk. Let's make this quick."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

"Space heaters? I thought those things were contraband," she murmured, re-settling herself in her clothes. The crotch of her panties were still damp. Ah well. "No one on my floor has 'em - not after the building super got after us after this microwave thing." She paused, chuckled, then added, "Don't ask. He's like the office dad. Pretty sure if you touched the thermostat on our floor, he'd bolt out of bed and be outside in a minute. Typically, we layer up or have blankets at our desk. I've got two of them - I want to say Kara and Toy have at least one. And sounds like a plan," she capped off his explanation with a nod.

Truth to tell, she was resourceful - when it came to the job. Survival, which this was quickly turning into, was a bit overwhelming, and definitely out of her wheel house. She was the type that would panic if there was no hot water. A city girl that was definitely used to all of the creature comforts of society, just the word 'camping' was enough to make her shudder. The best she hoped for in this situation was that the power would hold, and two bodies under layers of blankets holding heat in. Besides, didn't they say that heat rises? So they should be okay on the third floor - in theory, anyway.

A heavy sigh. "What's your cell phone battery looking like? I think we should charge them now, just in case power goes out. I've got a charger at my desk - and I know some of the other girls on my floor have 'em, too." She spoke as he lead her back through the darkened office, lights flickering on and off as their movement triggered them to turn on again as they padded through her floor. It seemed like things were different on his wing - once the lights were off, they were off. Must be nice.

As they went down the staircase, Dawn wished that she'd put her boots back on. The chill on the stairs was enough to seep through her thick socks, and was only growing sharper as they went further down. The faint natural light that normally drifted through at night was more muted than usual - and a glance down at the first floor was enough to tell her why. Without fully thinking about it, she squeezed Chris's hand instinctively. Her mind boggled at the sight - what was the likelihood that they'd actually get out of here once the weekend was over? What if the roads were shut down for days? What if there was more snow before this could melt?

"....Look," she said, after a while, swallowing the most of her fear, "Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to figure out a long term plan. Like if we're stuck in here for a week."

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris nodded a few times in agreement. He wasn't scared at all really, He wasn't psyched about spending a week in here, even 3 days would suck, but they'd figure it out. He had to be confident about all of this, and hell the place was huge, if they had to start raiding refrigerators, and the conference room cabinets they'd do it.

"Hey, try not to think about that, Let's concentrate on the task at hand. Get the stuff from marketing, your blankets and anything else we might need. Then head back upstairs."

Leaving the atrium behind, Chris aimed his flashlight down the left hallway toward a few secured doors, the 'EXIT' signs which were spaced at hallway intersections gave off dull light, not enough to truly see all the way down the hallway, but enough to where they were not in pitch darkness. Finding the door to Marketing, Chris pulled out the small key ring, flipped through a few and put a key into the door.

"Right this way Miss.." Chris pushed the door open for Dawn. As she walked through he couldn't help but cup her butt through her PJ's just to see if she'd get upset with him, or get feisty. Once they were in, only by force of habit did Chris reach for the light switch near the door and flipped it...

As expected, the fluorescent lights came on, the marketing offices were covered with promotional artwork for Olympus a number of pictures of people intently looking over computers, or of what the 'internet' might've been imagined to be about 20 years ago. some pictures looked like they were taken out of a sci-fi film.

Leading down another short hallway between two cubical desks, Chris again opened a locked door and flipped the light on. "Welcome to Marketing's secret stash... Where they keep the 'good stuff' they give the high paying clients, not the shitty pens and stationary we get."

Along the sides of the room were metal shelves, many contained boxes of company branded swag, such as clocks, bags, stationery, and an assortment of boxes labeled for what contained them. About halfway around the room, Chris something, it wasn't was he was originally looking for, it was better...

"Holy shit I can't believe they kept this stuff."

pulling out a box and opening the lid was an entire set of sleeping gear, two sleeping bags, two roll-out mattresses, and two massive red and black heavy fleece blankets. All had the"Olympus" insignia embroidered or built into the patterns.

"I"d heard about this shit, seen pictures of it but never thought they'd kept it." Chris kept babbling as if Dawn had no idea what he was talking about.

putting everything back in the box, but leaving the top open, Chris continued.

"About 5 years ago, Olympus went to the big tech electronics show, the CES back in 2013. Their big promotion was that you could keep your company safe from anywhere in the world, even backcountry backpacking. They had this big display, a 4 man dome tent with everything decked out in their logo and the name everywhere on it. I think they paid one of the big outdoor companies a good load of cash to put it all together for them. Rumor was the whole set went missing. This must be what didn't get stolen. Makes me wonder if we could find any other hidden gems in here..."

Chris looked at Dawn and gave her a wry smile.

"I think we should liberate it from Marketing, truly see if the stuff is any good, I mean hey, Marketing should know if the stuff actually works, if they intend to give it to anyone..Take a look around, see what you can find."

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She took in a deep breath - and held it. Slowly let it out. It wouldn’t make any sense for her not to admit her fear to him. Though she could try and hide behind the ‘I barely know him’ excuse, it was wearing weak at this point. After all, they’d already fucked twice. That had to count for building some sort of confidence. “Hey, it’s hard not to focus on this sort of thing,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “I mean, it’s scary, right?” She forced out a shaky laugh. “I’ve never seen this sort of snow before! And I’m originally from the South - right off the coast. It snowed like…twice when I was a kid. I didn’t get used to it snowing at ALL until I moved here.” She smiled. “And to think, I used to get excited for the holidays around here. Whenever the first snow fell…”

Lost in memories, her voice trailed off. Even with all of the practicalities of having to buy actual winter clothes, there had been something magical about seeing snow fall for the first time, having it catch in her eyelashes, watching it as she curled up inside beside a fire with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate, with just a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.

At his voice, she snapped out of it, and nodded. He was right - better to get this out of the way so they could get warm, comfortable, and settled in. Come to think about it, she might just have a book or two stashed away at her desk.

Why am I thinking about reading when I’m going to be trapped with Mr. Hot Ass for God knows how long? God, what is WRONG with me?!

His hand on her butt brought her out of it again. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression unsure. And, truth to tel, she wasn’t quite sure how she SHOULD feel, despite that small lick of flame between her legs.

Okay. So, maybe we need to figure something out. Like, some sort of deal. Don’t jump his bones until you find out a little more? Like, have a 30 minute conversation.

Discreetly, she snuck a look at the crotch of his jeans.

Thirty. Minutes.

“Ugh, Marketing,” was what she said aloud. At the top of her company shit list (insofar as departments went), Sales was at the top, and Marketing right below them. Maybe at some point Marketing had been a great department - if so, that had been before her time. They, like sales, were treated like the golden children, and got the best of everything. And because of it, departments like hers, Quality Assurance, though they were the ones that literally kept the doors open, got treated like trash. After all, they weren’t the ones bringing in the money. She clicked her tongue as Chris flicked on the lights. Absolutely ridiculous. Well, helpful now, but talk about a slap in the face. If a fraction of this one went back to her department, to the people on her team, it’d make such a difference. At least a much needed software update to one that didn’t crash every goddamn hour.

“Honestly, fuck them if they get mad that we used their shit to survive a weekend.” She was standing on her tiptoes now, gingerly poking through the boxes. One was Olympus branded office supplies. Worthless. Another was coffee mugs and travel cups. Also worthless. She sucked her teeth in annoyance, and leaned forward more. “I’m pretty sure no one wants that kind of lawsuit on their hands.” She was leaning over now, her ass on perfect display as she reached back for other boxes. With how loosely she had her pajama bottoms tied on, they slipped partially down her hips, exposing the top half of her ass, curves that the thong sat snugly between.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Pulling out the box, of camping gear, Chris set it aside and looked around with his back turned to Dawn as she searched. He didn't find anything useful until he pulled out a box marked OGIO. Inside were a few oversized gym bags with the company logo embroidered on the sides. They'd be useful transporting the camping gear upstairs versus having to carry the whole damn box.

Continuing to look there wasn't much else in this storeroom that appeared all that useful. Chris hadn't looked over at Dawn in the last few minutes, while she talked he laughed right along with her and agreed. "If marketing was half as effective as the rest of us, we'd all be rolling in it. I remember they offered, or maybe they still do to the new hires of buying in, investing our own cash in the company, I did that a while back and haven't seen shit out of it. I feel like all they do is talk, but that's what they are good at after all."

Chris knelt, next to the camping gear box and pulled one of the OGIO bags out to start throwing the compact bags into it when he looked up. On display was the finest ass he'd ever seen, and an audible groan escaped his lips, his cock grew hard, and god damn if he didn't want to bury his face in her ass right then... What was stopping them? absolutely nothing...

Desire took over, Chris moved swiftly, but quietly. shuffling on his knees he got right behind Dawn, pulling her PJ's down to her ankles and stuck his face in her ass. His tongue worming it's way under her thong searching out her pussy...

Chris let his actions speak for him, he licked at her puckered rosebud, then pulled the thong to the side and found her pussy... Chris moaned into her ass as he licked at her... god damn this was quite forward of him.. but..such an opportunity was one he couldn't pass up....

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She’d merely let out a snort at his comment about Marketing. Well, at least it sounded like the IT guys were about on the same ranking as her team -

Her thoughts cut off mid-word as cool air greeted the backs of her thighs, instantly followed by the warmth of his tongue caressed her most intimate, and as of a few moments ago, untouched sexually place. She froze in place, unsure of how to act, until she could feel him moving closer, the tip of his nose pressing against her plump folds, and then, his tongue following. Her palms pressed flat against the counter she was leaning over, her knuckles paling under the effort, as a low squeal left her.

His tongue deftly parted her folds, stroked forward to lap against the firming nub of her clit, and she swore, hard and sharp. She could turn around, could get him to stop, but all she wanted him to do was to keep tongue-fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore and was begging for his cock.

Okay, after this, we HAVE to talk. About whatever…this is.

To encourage him, she wiggled her hips into his face, pressing back as he leaned into her again. She was going to be good - keep her hands on the counter, not question it.

 

[CoSurvivor]

Chris moaned into her pussy and welcomed her push, burying his face in her ass, he relished every twist, turn or amount of grinding she did against his face, it only meant Dawn wouldn't stop him. Well, at least for the moment. So, Chris listening to her responses with his ears, his tongue finding ways to reply to every noise she made. He desired her taste, the way her body responded and quenched his thurst for the sweet nectar that was a pure form of her. It was Chris' intention to do whatever he could to bring her off. That meant he'd do whatever her body asked for, granting what she so wanted and desired.

His tongue was busy in her pussy against her clit, his hands, however were quite busy also. His left found it's a way to her clit, rubbing slowly with his thumb trying not to be too rough since they'd fucked like rabbits no more than 30 minutes ago. His right hand glided lightly across each cheek of her ass, eventually coming to rest at the small of her back. Chris knew or at least thought she was probably a but sensitive down below, and he knew there was an alternative, but he wasn't sure Dawn was into that sort of thing, and it wasn't exactly something you just spring on a woman. Well, at least that was his opinion anyway. Instead, he let her voice, and her body guide him, the more excited she sounded, the harder he pushed her to orgasm. Chris would do whatever it took to bring Dawn to a delirious level of ecstasy.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Since the time for modesty had long since past, she shamelessly ground her ever dampening cunt against his face, canting her hips just a bit here, a little bit there, to get the extra stimulation that she needed. Though there was still a dull ache in her passage, the combination of his tongue and thumb on her was starting to ease it, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Though she was quiet to begin with, as the peaks of pleasure pitched her higher, she grew louder.

Unlike their raucous coupling before, though she grew louder, they were still somewhat quiet, whimpering, as if she was scared to be louder. Or as if her body simply couldn’t handle anything that pushed her harder. He couldn’t see her face, but her eyes were closed, her brows knit, teeth lightly closed over her lower lip. She shifted, unable to get a grip on the smooth shelf.

Finally, his tongue was too much - and she cried out, a muffled sigh of his name, as she came. Her walls clenched, then fluttered, slowly settling down. Her knees, long trembling under his ministrations, steadied. And then, she sighed - out of contentment, of being sated. For now, at least.

 

[CoSurvivor]

His tongue continued it's erotic dance against Dawn's pussy, tasting her juices, slipping his tongue deep inside and enjoying every drop. When Chris heard her moan out his name, he kept up at it, until she completely flooded his mouth with her sweet nectar.

He loved her taste, the way she sounded when Dawn reached an orgasm... it was a perfect erotic symphony of music. The way Dawn talked, her brashness excited him, drove him to want her all the more. He only wished he'd had the guts to not wait until they were snowed in and had a front row seat to the storm of the century.

Slowly Chris pulled her thong back into place, slowly he covered her perfect ass with her pajama pants and he caressed the smooth skin of her back under her shirt once he was done. Whispering, Chris kissed the back of her neck and just caressed Dawn as she came down from her orgasm.

"I've been wanting to do that since I saw you that first day I met you when your laptop crashed. Wearing that pencil skirt, a smile that could stop traffic and an ass that just begged to be admired. After our little romp upstairs, I hoped you'd let me taste you, and wouldn't stop me."

He had to admit, seeing her beautiful lips wrapped around his cock was something he'd fantasized about too, but not as much as this... despite it all, he hoped Dawn would enjoy being with him, being stuck here with him.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Still on slightly unsteady legs, she felt him right her underwear and pants, and she luxuriated in the brief touch of his lips against the nape of her neck, where the hair was shaved short into a dense down. Under his touch, he could feel her melt - sink deeper into the shelf with a contented sigh.

As he spoke, she shifted, finally lifting herself up from the shelf. Embarrassed, all she could do was chuckle. Moving to lean back against the shelf, she blew her short bangs out of her face, and sank back down to the ground, with a heavy sigh. It wasn’t to express discomfort, but rather, a calming down.

“So,” she breathed, “you ruined the plan I had in my head with that little stunt.” A smirk, and she continued. “I told myself that we needed to actually talk before I started fooling around with you again. But I don’t even know where to start. I guess this is just an office crush, right?” And that was fair. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and leaned over to touch her toes. She held it for a while, before straightening herself out again. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I mean, you’re pretty fuckin’ easy on the eyes. Half the girls on my floor have crushes on you.”

 

[CoSurvivor]

He sat on his heels and started transferring the rest of the box contents to the duffle bags, filling two absolutely plumb full while Dawn was talking, and just as she finished, Chris spoke, because he didn't want any uncomfortable silence between them. That would crush any hope for a comfortable weekend with her.

"I suppose I should be humbled, or at the least very flattered that half of QA has a crush on me. But I don't really care what 'they' think. I care what you think. Although I am curious, did you have a crush on me? And, I'll be the first to lay it out there, yea I've had a crush on you for a while. Sexually yes, dreaming up all sorts of risque things to do or excuses to make in order to attract your attention. But I was too shy to do anything about it. So, as you said yourself, by fortune, or as I said, by luck we are here together and we've been able to do things maybe we wouldn't have had the guts to do otherwise."

He paused, licked his lips and could still taste her pussy, it made his cock stir, and his next comments made him stir even more.

"I mean, you present me with the finest ass on the planet, right in front of me it's kinda like a dare, if I don't attack you, I'm a fool. if I do, I'm a walking horn ball and I can't keep my hands off you."

Chris gave her a mischevious smile after his comment, knowing full well if she invited him to continue he would in a heartbeat but he wouldn't press it.

"So if this weekend turns into something, I'll be over the moon, but if it doesn't and I'm lucky enough to spend a weekend alone with you where at the end you don't want anything more, then I'm ok with that. But I'm not going to press you. I want to get to know you, like I said upstairs..."

In a bit of finality, Chris zipped the duffle bags and stood up, reaching down to help Dawn up. "So, now that I've put it out there. tell me what you are thinking, tell me what you want..."

Chris gave her an earnest hopefull look, his eyes expressing a desire to know as much about her as she wanted to share with him. no guilt, no pressure, no judgment.