Infraction
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What caught my eye, however, hung on the wall just beside the cash register. There was a display of tiles lined six by six, each one varying from the next: paintings of people, figures of animals, letters, music, game pieces, flowing shapes, and abstract works. I didn’t know who the artist was, but I was drawn to the distressed look of the tiles and the beautiful artwork portrayed.
I was captivated by two blue birds sitting on a branch, and I wasted no time asking the sales clerk for it. Then I almost died from sticker shock for the one tile, but reminded myself I didn’t often find something that struck me as it did.
I wasn’t sure what it was about them, but something about the two little birds drew me in. They shared a branch, but weren’t looking at one another, if blue birds would even look at one another. Somehow, it reminded me a little of Nathan and me.
As she rang me up, the sales clerk asked me if I wanted to be on their mailing list. I jotted down my information, happy to have a line to a store with such wonderful items, and vowed to return.
Later in the day, the sun was lowering in the sky when we headed out to dinner. Nathan chose a little Italian restaurant, and we had an enjoyable evening.
It was on our way back to the bed and breakfast we were staying at when he decided to make a detour. We weren’t far off the main strip when he looked from side to side before pushing me against the brick exterior in a small alley.
His lips were harsh, as bad as the bite of the brick, while his hands grabbed at my flesh, pulling me toward him. I could feel him hard and ready, pushing into me.
His mouth was at my ear, hot and heavy with a smirk in his tone as he whispered to me, “Bad girls bend at the waist.”
I nipped at his jaw while my hands pulled him free of his jeans. He backed up a step as I bent down, allowing me access. I sucked him into my mouth, causing him to draw in a sharp breath.
One of his hands tangled into my hair, pushing and pulling me along his length, while the other grabbed at my ass, slapping and groping it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at sucking my cock,” he moaned, his hips thrust forward, pushing him down my throat, making me choke on him.
He released me, drawing my head up and kissing me hard as he pressed me back against the wall. His eyes flitted around; he was making sure no one was coming before lifting up my skirt. He grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and raised it, opening me up to him. His other hand tore the thin fabric of my panties.
I groaned against his lips. “Not another pair.”
He smirked down at me. “I’ll take you to Victoria’s Secret tomorrow and you can buy all the panties you want.”
I felt the head of his c**k at my entrance, then he slipped between my soaked pu**y lips, stretching me.
“Always so damn tight,” he said as he set up a pace. “Do you like this? Being f**ked in an alley like a common whore, on display for anyone to see how dirty you are?”
“Fuck, your mouth will be the death of me.”
I heard footsteps closing in and began to panic. Nathan’s thrusting sped up, becoming faster.
“Not yet, so close,” he whispered, begging me not to make him stop.
His increased speed was building me up faster and harder until my head fell back against the wall and my mouth opened in a silent scream.
His grip was tight, fingers digging into my ass and leg as his mouth clamped onto my shoulder to stifle his cries while he emptied inside me.
My eyes shifted to the side, the voices and shuffling of feet moving closer until they passed by the alley entrance. Not a single head turned our way, and we remained hidden.
After a moment of rest, he released my leg. We straightened out our clothes and headed back out onto the main thoroughfare. I didn’t get very far before I felt it begin to slide down my thigh as we started to walk back, and had to stop in my tracks. Nathan turned to look at me, and I glared at him.
“I hate you.”
He had a surprised look that quickly vanished before reaching between my legs under my skirt. His hand moved upward, wiping the trail with his fingers. With his other hand he opened my mouth and placed his come-covered fingers inside. My face flamed as my tongue twirled around his digits, cleaning them.
“You don’t hate me, baby. You love how I make you feel. And this is the best taste in the world.”
It was true. I did love the way he made me feel, and he was the only one who could make me feel that way.
We continued our walk back, hand in hand, smiling at each other as we enjoyed the end of our beautiful day out.
Things were going great. Nathan and I were happy. We were getting healthier every day.
Inside I knew it would come crashing down on us, just who, what, where, and when were the variables.
Our days were long again, and we were trying to get some ground. Owen was helping us, spending half of his days on our workload and the other half on his own. He was moved to the desk right outside our office, and I smiled every time I heard him recite to one of the Boob Squad members the office dress code. When one would retort that the men didn’t seem to be complaining, he would raise his hand. They would then shoot back saying he was g*y, and he would come back saying he had standards and skanks were way below his line.
Nathan and I would laugh so hard sometimes we were almost crawling under our desks. Depending on how far the particular member would take it before she found out she was out-smarted, and they weren’t going to get a rise out of him in any way.
Needless to say, he was also a great help in keeping the Boob Squad visits down. They would get so irritated by him at times they would forget why they were there and storm off back to their desks.
Owen was a spectacular addition to our team.
He made my missing that Florida beach and my weekend getaways with Nathan that much more bearable.
I turned to Nathan on a particularly harrowing Monday when the Boob Squad was in full force and said, “What would we do without all this entertainment he provides?”
“Fuck on the desk in the middle of the workday and get caught.”
“Sick,” I said and chucked a pen at him.
Nathan caught it and licked the tip.
I quirked my brow at him. “Did you learn that trick from Tiffany?”
“No, I learned that one from you this morning, watching you on your knees in the shower with my hands guiding your whore of a mouth.” He laughed when I swallowed hard and gave him a warning look.
“I’m serious, Nathan. Owen’s really been helping out around here. It makes me feel safer. I wish there was a way I could thank him.”
I was captivated by two blue birds sitting on a branch, and I wasted no time asking the sales clerk for it. Then I almost died from sticker shock for the one tile, but reminded myself I didn’t often find something that struck me as it did.
I wasn’t sure what it was about them, but something about the two little birds drew me in. They shared a branch, but weren’t looking at one another, if blue birds would even look at one another. Somehow, it reminded me a little of Nathan and me.
As she rang me up, the sales clerk asked me if I wanted to be on their mailing list. I jotted down my information, happy to have a line to a store with such wonderful items, and vowed to return.
Later in the day, the sun was lowering in the sky when we headed out to dinner. Nathan chose a little Italian restaurant, and we had an enjoyable evening.
It was on our way back to the bed and breakfast we were staying at when he decided to make a detour. We weren’t far off the main strip when he looked from side to side before pushing me against the brick exterior in a small alley.
His lips were harsh, as bad as the bite of the brick, while his hands grabbed at my flesh, pulling me toward him. I could feel him hard and ready, pushing into me.
His mouth was at my ear, hot and heavy with a smirk in his tone as he whispered to me, “Bad girls bend at the waist.”
I nipped at his jaw while my hands pulled him free of his jeans. He backed up a step as I bent down, allowing me access. I sucked him into my mouth, causing him to draw in a sharp breath.
One of his hands tangled into my hair, pushing and pulling me along his length, while the other grabbed at my ass, slapping and groping it.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at sucking my cock,” he moaned, his hips thrust forward, pushing him down my throat, making me choke on him.
He released me, drawing my head up and kissing me hard as he pressed me back against the wall. His eyes flitted around; he was making sure no one was coming before lifting up my skirt. He grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and raised it, opening me up to him. His other hand tore the thin fabric of my panties.
I groaned against his lips. “Not another pair.”
He smirked down at me. “I’ll take you to Victoria’s Secret tomorrow and you can buy all the panties you want.”
I felt the head of his c**k at my entrance, then he slipped between my soaked pu**y lips, stretching me.
“Always so damn tight,” he said as he set up a pace. “Do you like this? Being f**ked in an alley like a common whore, on display for anyone to see how dirty you are?”
“Fuck, your mouth will be the death of me.”
I heard footsteps closing in and began to panic. Nathan’s thrusting sped up, becoming faster.
“Not yet, so close,” he whispered, begging me not to make him stop.
His increased speed was building me up faster and harder until my head fell back against the wall and my mouth opened in a silent scream.
His grip was tight, fingers digging into my ass and leg as his mouth clamped onto my shoulder to stifle his cries while he emptied inside me.
My eyes shifted to the side, the voices and shuffling of feet moving closer until they passed by the alley entrance. Not a single head turned our way, and we remained hidden.
After a moment of rest, he released my leg. We straightened out our clothes and headed back out onto the main thoroughfare. I didn’t get very far before I felt it begin to slide down my thigh as we started to walk back, and had to stop in my tracks. Nathan turned to look at me, and I glared at him.
“I hate you.”
He had a surprised look that quickly vanished before reaching between my legs under my skirt. His hand moved upward, wiping the trail with his fingers. With his other hand he opened my mouth and placed his come-covered fingers inside. My face flamed as my tongue twirled around his digits, cleaning them.
“You don’t hate me, baby. You love how I make you feel. And this is the best taste in the world.”
It was true. I did love the way he made me feel, and he was the only one who could make me feel that way.
We continued our walk back, hand in hand, smiling at each other as we enjoyed the end of our beautiful day out.
Things were going great. Nathan and I were happy. We were getting healthier every day.
Inside I knew it would come crashing down on us, just who, what, where, and when were the variables.
Our days were long again, and we were trying to get some ground. Owen was helping us, spending half of his days on our workload and the other half on his own. He was moved to the desk right outside our office, and I smiled every time I heard him recite to one of the Boob Squad members the office dress code. When one would retort that the men didn’t seem to be complaining, he would raise his hand. They would then shoot back saying he was g*y, and he would come back saying he had standards and skanks were way below his line.
Nathan and I would laugh so hard sometimes we were almost crawling under our desks. Depending on how far the particular member would take it before she found out she was out-smarted, and they weren’t going to get a rise out of him in any way.
Needless to say, he was also a great help in keeping the Boob Squad visits down. They would get so irritated by him at times they would forget why they were there and storm off back to their desks.
Owen was a spectacular addition to our team.
He made my missing that Florida beach and my weekend getaways with Nathan that much more bearable.
I turned to Nathan on a particularly harrowing Monday when the Boob Squad was in full force and said, “What would we do without all this entertainment he provides?”
“Fuck on the desk in the middle of the workday and get caught.”
“Sick,” I said and chucked a pen at him.
Nathan caught it and licked the tip.
I quirked my brow at him. “Did you learn that trick from Tiffany?”
“No, I learned that one from you this morning, watching you on your knees in the shower with my hands guiding your whore of a mouth.” He laughed when I swallowed hard and gave him a warning look.
“I’m serious, Nathan. Owen’s really been helping out around here. It makes me feel safer. I wish there was a way I could thank him.”
