It’s an hour before the store closes on a late Friday afternoon. The day’s been bright and warm on a mostly cloudless day. Rochelle is bored and daydreaming wanton thoughts of sexual delights. The small bell on the front door chimes softly as Tristan walks into the store. She’s the only employee; a rare thing on a Friday afternoon. Seeing Tristan, she smiles brightly. A wicked thought flashes across her mind. Business is always virtually non-existent at this time. Their eyes connect and instantly she knows what to do.

Rochelle immediately walks to the front doors, flips the sign from

> “We’re Open!”

to

> “We are closed.”

And locks the doors.

Without any words, she turns around and Tristan embraces her in a fiery passionate kiss. She feels his cock grow and harden through his jeans as they continue to kiss. They disengage, Tristan grabs her hand and walks her back to her office. He clears her desk and props her up on top of it.

She’s breathing faster now as he unbuttons her jeans, unzips them, hooks his fingers into the top of her panties and pulls both down around her ankles. Off goes her shoes and socks in short order. Then her jeans and panties. That sweet ache begins deep in her core and she can feel her Sex moisten.

Before she can say a word, Tristan drops between her legs, parts her lips and laps her already moist clit with his tongue. The musk of her arousal inflames his passion for her – to taste her, to drink her sweet waters! His tongue slips inside of her and swirls, coating his tongue fully with her juices. She moans softly as her back arches immediately. She presses her Sex forward hard against his mouth as her hands ran through his hair.

As Tristan continues to lick and tease her Pussy, Rochelle quickly removes her shirt and bra. He pauses suddenly, looks up into her eyes, then presses his lips firmly against her clit. She gasps softly, knowing what’s about to happen. Tristan hums low and deep. The vibrations on his lips ripple into her Sex and she squeals softly with delight!

She squirms under his oral assault and grabs the edges of her desk with both her hands. Tristan stops humming, his tongue now licking her folds and her clit. He savors the taste of her for a few minutes, teasing her Sex with his lips and tongue. His fingers slide up and he opens her lips, thrusting his tongue deeper into her Pussy. Rochelle gasps loudly as his tongue delves deep into her Pussy. His tongue slips out and lubricates his index and middle fingers with her juices.

Tristan slides both fingers into her wet Pussy and strokes in and out. He curls his fingers slightly, ensuring that he strokes her G-spot. Rochelle squirms as again he places his lips on her clit and labia.

> “Oh GOD! Fuck! PLEASE Tristan! DON’T stop!!

She pleads softly.

Tristan smiles briefly. Then, he hums; his lips vibrating against her labia. She gasps loudly, grabs the back of his head as her head lolls backwards, and she lifts her legs higher. She moans aloud; crying his name with a few choice four letter words, and petitions to The Lord above between her gasps of air.

Tristan continues to pleasure her for several long minutes until she feels that deep pressure build in her core. Rochelle squirms again, a bit wildly as she voices soft purrs of pleasure while Tristan’s tongue and mouth feast upon her. Her mind and body reels as the pressure builds exponentially faster, and she begins to leak her sweet waters, until suddenly, she shatters into his mouth!

Tristan drinks deeply from Rochelle’s Sex as she bucks wildly from her first Orgasm. The tigress in Rochelle awakens as she releases her hands’ tight grip on the edges of her desk. Her breathing is still heavy, although it is quickly recovering. Once she regains her breath and her body stops shaking, she looks Tristan directly in the eyes, and whispers,

> “Hi, I thought you’d forgotten me.”

His eyes, dark with lust, sparkle, and his eyes smile.

> “How can I forget you, Rochelle?! You’re always in my heart.”

He replies. Their passion hangs heavy in the air. He smiles broadly, then moves out from between her legs, letting them drop to the floor.

Rochelle sits up, slides off her desk, pulls him up to a standing position and presses her breasts and body against him. She runs her hands up his chest, over his neck, puts her hands around his neck and draws him into a kiss.

They kiss slowly, exploring each other. As they kiss, her hands fall to his jeans. She runs her hands around the band, stroking his abs and waist. He moans into their kiss as she unbuckles his belt, then unbuttons his jeans. Releasing him from their kiss, Rochelle pulls his shirt out, then up over his head. Tossing his hand aside, she walks him backwards towards her desk chair while unzipping his jeans.

Hooking her hands over his jeans and underwear, she pulls them down while pushing him down into the chair. Tristan groans as his cock is freed from its confines. Beads of pre-cum weep from his cock as one of her hands massages his scrotum while the other wraps around the base of his cock. Rochelle leans forward and licks the shaft of his cock up and down. His eyes close, his body welcoming her touch.

Rochelle looks up as she slowly inches him into her mouth. His eyes open as her tongue swirls around his cock. Their eyes connect.

> “Take all of me!”

He growls.

She opens her mouth wider and sinks down to his hilt, taking him completely into her mouth and throat. She wraps her lips at the base of his cock, squeezing his shaft with her throat and mouth as she moves slowly back up his shaft. As her lips get to his tip, she hollows out her cheeks, sucking him hard while humming. He bucks his hips as the pleasure ripples through his body.

She stops, takes him again with her mouth and deep into her throat. His head lolls backwards as he moans loudly. Coming back up, she releases his cock with an audible “POP!”. He tenses and gasps, sparks of pleasure coursing through his body.

> “Umm, you taste so good!”

Rochelle says, her words dripping with lust as she wipes her excess saliva from his cock with her tongue. Using her mouth and throat, she continues to tease and pleasure Tristan until his cock is fully engorged and taut.

> “Stand up!”

Tristan commands hoarsely.

She stands as his hands grab her waist and he spins her around. She straddles his knees, reaches between her legs and lines up his cock with her entrance. Slowly, she sinks her Pussy down around his cock. She leans back against his chest while his right hand teases and pinches her clit. She cries out in pleasure, undulating her hips as they begin to rock rhythmically. Gradually, their thrusts speed up as they move their hips in sequence, timing themselves to the other’s motions.

> “OHHH GOD! Ohhh goddd, yeeees! Deeper Tristan, please!!”

Rochelle cries out as his cock hits home with each pounding thrust. The sound of their fucking fills and echoes in the room as they drive towards mutual ecstasy. They fuck hard for a few long minutes, only the sounds of their groans and moans fill the air.

She begins to buck her hips hard in time to Tristan’s thrusts while clenching her Pussy tight around his cock. She milks his cock with her Pussy, enjoying the sound of his groans.

> “Oh FUCK babe! Oooh god, FUCK! Rochelle, I’m going to CUM!”

Tristan gasps out, the pressure in his scrotum reaching his point of release. He thrusts his hips harder and faster, the slapping of his scrotum against Rochelle’s labia punctuating his words.

> “Y-YEESS! OOHH please babe, yesss! CUM inside me, Tristan!

She cries while her head throws backwards. Her Pussy grips and stretches his cock taut as he pistons in and out of her. He groans loudly, his seed erupting Hot and hard deep within her.

> “FUCK! OHHH god! Fuuuck Rochelle!”

He cries as he empties himself inside of her.

Rochelle releases herself mere seconds after him, drenching both of them with her warm juices. She moans intangibly as her body bucks and shudders, wild with another imminent release. Tristan holds her hips tightly while he continues to pump his hips hard and fast.

> “Ohhh FUCCKK!”

She breathes out repeatedly between gasps of air as she orgasms again.

Leaning back against him, she reaches her left hand up and pulls him into another passionate kiss. His hands reach up and around, massaging her breasts. Their hips dip and push in small circles as waves of pleasure ripple through their bodies. As their tongues weave together, they ride out their orgasms together. Slowly, they release their kiss, their breathing still hard while they luxuriate in the afterglow.

Rochelle stands up in a slow, easy motion, turns around and sits down again in his lap. Kissing, smiling, nuzzling each other, they enjoy a few more warm moments together.

> “Thank you, my Mister!”

She whispers as their foreheads touch while running her hands through his hair.

> “Always my pleasure, my Kitten!”

He replies quietly as their eyes lock. Rochelle smiles, then curls into his chest, his arms wrap around her and they cuddle for several more long minutes. Reluctantly, she looks up, checking the clock on the wall, and sighs.

> “Tristan, I need to finish closing the store.”

She says. He simply nods and smiles.

Releasing her from his arms, she stands up and opens her desk drawer. She pulls out a packet of personal body wipes and cleans herself. Once done, she hands them to Tristan, then dresses herself. While he takes care of himself, she walks out of her office to close the store.

Rochelle finishes the store’s closing quickly. They walk out the back door of the store together. It’s a warm evening with a hint of the coming night, a coolness in the air.

His car is parked out front. They embrace once more, and kiss; knowing that it will be some time before they can be together again. Disengaging, their hands still touching, they gaze into each other’s eyes.

> “Later ‘gator.”

Rochelle calls out quietly as they both step backwards.

> “After ‘while, crocodile.”

Tristan replies.

They both turn simultaneously as they walk towards their cars. Tristan walks back to the front of the store as Rochelle watches him before getting into her car. The quiet evening is briefly interrupted by the sound of their cars’ starters. As the headlights of their cars fade into the early evening light, a gentle wind stirs the trees’ leaves.