Impatience

One of the difficult things about dating a fox like Alison is the need for delayed gratification when we're out in public. This is a story about a time I let my impatience get the better of me.

We'd gone out to dinner one spring evening, and my thoughts kept wandering in a carnal direction. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, and she wasn't particularly dressed up--she was wearing jeans and a soft, slinky tank top--but I couldn't keep my eyes off her body.

When we'd finished eating, I paid hastily and we walked back to the car. I pulled her toward me and kissed her before we got in the car. I let me fingers graze her breast, eliciting an involuntary sigh and causing her to pull me closer. She wanted me too.

The problem was that home was 15 agonizing minutes away. I didn't know if I could wait that long. And I knew I didn't want to.

Fortunately, my office was only a couple of minutes down the road. It was late enough that hardly anyone would be around. I figured we could get a bit of privacy there. Alison looked at me quizzically as we pulled into the parking lot, but she didn't protest when I walked to the passenger door and helped her out of the car. We squeezed each others hands tightly as we walked up to the front door and I used my key card to let us in.

We went up to my fifth floor office and I closed the door. She shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, one hand gripping my face, the other running through my hair. I kissed her back with equal urgency.

I was dying to take her clothes off, but I couldn't do it here. My office had a big window next to the door; should one of my co-workers walk by, there'd be no way we to avoid being seen. After some more kissing and a bit of groping, I grabbed Alison's hand and pulled her along to the stairwell. She looked puzzled as I led her up the stairs.

We passed the sixth and seventh floors. And climbed two more flights of stairs to reach the door to the roof. I led her closer to the edge and we held each other and looked do. The view was stunning. Downtown was less than a mile away--just far enough that no one would be likely to see us up here.

Soon we were kissing again. I got a little bit bolder, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples through her shirt. She moaned softly. I reached under her shirt and pulled it and her bra up and out of the way, exposing her beautiful breasts to the chilly night air. She sucked in her breath, stepped back, and pulled the shirt down. Her face showed shock. I pulled her toward me and held her tight, stroking her hair and kissing her lightly on the top of her head.

We began kissing again, more tentatively this time. Over time our kisses intensified, and I once again began to explore her body with my hands, carefully avoiding her breasts. But her modesty didn't last long. She began pushing her chest into me and clutching me harder, her fingers digging into my back and shoulders as she kissed me harder. Soon she lifted her shirt with one hand while she grabbed my head by the hair with the other, bringing my face to her chest. I knelt down and began flicking a soft, swollen nipple with my tongue. She moaned and melted into me, her concerns about modesty evaporated.

I stood up and glanced around. It wasn't likely that anyone would come up here this late in the evening, but it would be pretty awkward if they did. I walked back toward the door and she followed, making no move to cover her breasts again. When we reached the door I spun her around with her back to it, and I again went down on one knee to take a perky breast in my mouth. With one hand I began brushing lightly between her legs; I could feel the jolt of electricity shoot through her body each time I put a bit of pressure on her clit.

I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. There was an expression of surprise on her face, but she didn't try to stop me. I pulled them down a couple of inches, enough for me to reach inside of them and explore the soft folds between her legs. They were warm and slick. As my fingers found her clit and brushed against it lightly, she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned against me, her knees apparently too weak to hold her upright.

I continued touching her clit, but she grew impatient. She pushed her pants down toward her ankles and straightened up, reaching toward the top of my pants. She reached into my pants with one hand, causing my cock to jump, while with her other hand she pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned the pants. Soon my pants, too, were around my ankles.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her against the door. As my cock found its place, she wrapped her legs around me and clutched me tightly. We didn't last long. I felt myself going over the edge, and the throbbing sensations pushed her over the edge as well.

I lowered her back onto her feet, and we held each other, panting. After a minute or so, we re-positioned our clothes and strolled non-chalantly back down the stairs to the elevator. Fortunately, no one was around to notice our rumpled clothes or the big smirks on our faces.