The Supply Closet - NC 17
Date: Saturday, August 05, 2000
Tracy E. Aiken <>

The Supply Closet - NC17
by Tracy E. Aiken

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Laura was in their supply closet, standing on her toes trying to reach a box that was just out of her reach.

Harry walked up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist and took her breast in his other hand, caressing gently.

She immediately leaned back into him. "Oh, that feels good," she said, placing her head on his shoulder. Just as easily as she went into his arms, she pulled away and turned to look at him. "We can't do this right now--Mildred--."

"Isn't due back for a couple of hours," he finished for her. "It's just you and me, sweetheart," he said leaning down to kiss her.

The passion he conveyed in his kisses left her wanting so much more. When he pulled back and began nuzzling her neck, she whimpered at the loss of his kiss.

He kissed and nuzzled his way down the column of her neck and when he got to the v in her blouse, he dropped down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist. Looking up at her he saw exactly what he was making her feel. She ran one hand through his hair and placed her other on his shoulder.

He very gently took her blouse in his teeth and began pulling it from her pants until he had it completely untucked. "You are so beautiful, Laura," he said unbuttoning her blouse. When he had all the buttons undone, he placed both of his hands on her breasts, using his thumbs to tease her nipples, which were becoming tighter and tighter.

"Oh, god," she said throwing her head back.

"Does that feel good," he asked, not really expecting an answer. "Would it feel better if it were my mouth, suckling and nipping at your very tight nipples?"

She was lost in the sensation and stimulation. Her hand, that was helping her keep her balance, grabbed his shoulder harder.

He looked around quickly to see what Laura could sit on or at least lean against so she wouldn't fall. Taking his hands from her breasts he took her hips and began moving her toward the boxes of paper that were stacked next to the shelf.

"Don't stop, please--."

"It's okay, love," he said as he settled her against the boxes. His mouth took the place of his right hand and kissed her aching breast through her bra. His left hand repeated his earlier ministrations. She arched against his mouth and hand trying to increase the pressure.

"Not yet--not just yet," he mumbled against her breast. He deliberately kept his touch light, but enough to keep her highly aroused.

He opened her bra, thanking her silently that she wore front closure bras, and pushed it out of his way. He laved her nipple, then nibbled and finally suckled her aching breast.

"Mmmm, Harry--yes--," she said arching her back, pushing herself further into his mouth.

He reached down and unbuttoned her slacks and lowered the zipper. His hand slipped below the elastic of her panties and caressed her mound.

Laura pushed her slacks, along with her underwear, down to her ankles and then stepped out of the clothing. When he looked up from his position on her breast, she was watching him intently.

He let her breast pop out of his mouth and kissed his way down her stomach and began nuzzling her curls. He could smell her arousal; it was all around him, making him ache for her, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Oh, God, Laura--."

She moved her legs further apart, in invitation to him. His fingers parted her lips and found her wet, wetter than normal.

"You're so wet, love," he said, his finger circling her clit, never quite completely touching her. One of her hands came up to rest against the side of his head, and with her fingers ran through the hair at his temple.

"Because of you."

He smiled then turned so he could lick her slick folds. "Mmmm," he moaned, sending tiny shocks through her system.

"Yessssss," she hissed.

His finger moved from circling her clit to her entrance. He slowly inched one finger inside of her. She thrust her hips, attempting to get more of him inside her, but he'd not have that. He pulled his finger completely out of her, and pulled back so he could see her face.

When he looked up, he saw she was pinching her nipples and caressing her breasts.

"Oh, God, Laura," he said, aching to touch himself.

"Please," she whispered, opening her eyes, and looking down at him.

With two fingers he was once again inside her, thrusting steadily. She was riding his hand.

His tongue sought out her clitoris, and began gently teasing around it, and when he finally made direct contact, her hips left the box she was leaning against. He placed his hand on her hip and eased her back against the box and resumed his teasing around her clit.

"Harry--please," she said throwing her head back. She was simply gorgeous. He wanted to give her, her release.

Reaching up, he moved her hand away from her breast and began twisting her nipple.

"Yes, oh fuck--please--please," she moaned.

He placed his lips around her clit, and sucked hard, all the while still thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Her orgasm was immense. She screamed what he thought was his name and pleaded with him to keep going. She was lost in her orgasm.

He slowed his movements as she began to recover until she placed her hand on his, stopping him. He removed his hand and she collapsed onto her knees, against him. His arms were immediately around her, holding her while she recovered from what he thought was an incredible orgasm. He'd never seen her come so hard, or so long before.

"Laura," he whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm," was her reply.

"Hey, love," he said pulling back so he could see her face, "are you all right?"

"I think I blacked out for a moment. That was incredible," she said kissing him gently.

"I love you."

"Oh, Harry, I love you, too," she said, burying her face in his neck once again.

Laura's hand caressed the bulge where his very hard erection was resting against his pants. "Feel good," she asked as he moaned.

They both then heard Mildred call out, looking for them. His forehead rested against her shoulder. She lifted his head so she could look into his eyes and said, "I will take care of this," she said, indicating what she meant by squeezing his erection, "later, I promise."

"I'll stall Mildred while you get dressed," he said and stood, holding his hands out to help her up off of the floor.

As he walked toward the door, he adjusted himself so it wouldn't be as apparent he was sporting an erection. Laura called out, "I love you, Harry," and began dressing as he went to talk with Mildred, giving her enough time to get dressed.

The End.