If I Were a Lady . . . .

I spent half the lunch hour gathering my courage. Then I recruited Dalia to referee my class and hers, and I headed for the library.
“Mind if I join you?” Val greeted me as I strode down the deserted corridor.
Despite my heart’s sudden leap, I shrugged. Eagerness wasn’t ladylike.
He paused at a door and checked the handle before fishing a set of keys from his pocket. “I’d like to show you something, Kendra.”
As I neared the open door, he grabbed my arm and whisked me inside. A janitor’s closet? He shut and locked the door then slid home the deadbolt. I blinked several times as my vision adjusted to the light from the single, low-watt bulb. Val and I stood inches apart wedged in between a cleaning cart and a tower of shelves. I looked to question, but was silenced with his mouth crashing over mine.
One strong hand at the base of my skull, the other at my waist, he pulled me flush against his body of steel. He inhaled my lips as if oxygen deprived and forced them apart in a crazed exploration that left me lightheaded.
As his tongue delved deep, last night’s longing returned full force. I surrendered my breath. My will not far behind, I dug inside his jacket, tugged his shirt free of his slacks, and worked my hands up his back, mapping the plains, excited to find him as hairy as I’d envisioned.
Val’s low chuckle tickled my upper lip as he pulled away a bit. He kissed a trail from my throat to my neck to my ear. “Call me crazy . . . .” His warm breath caressed my skin, eased my nervousness. “But I can’t get you out of my mind, Ms. Kendra. Wright.” He bunched my skirt, cupped my ass, and ground his stiff cock against my hip whilst sliding a hand up the front of my thigh. “I want you.” He nibbled on my earlobe, his fingers lingering inches from my crotch.
Oh, God! In a heartbeat, panic cut through to the logical side of my brain, instructing me to carry his hand around to join the other.
His lust-filled gaze met mine. He raised a brow.
What was I thinking when I said, “I-I like it better in back”? I wasn’t, and a millisecond later, I realized what my words implied.
“Do you, now?” He smirked before capturing my lips again. He dipped relentless fingers under my slip and crept up the back of my hose. Snapping a garter en route, he seized my bared cheeks and pulled me in closer. His rigid, fully erect cock pressed against me, trapped behind a barrier of clothing that left nothing to my imagination.
With an ache encroaching on my lower belly, I couldn’t drag this on for long. I wedged my hands between our bodies, found the hem of his shirt and, once again, ran my hands inside. Coasting over his abs, I foraged through hair as thick as fur. His torso’s coarse forest rustled under my palms and through my spread fingers, heating my blood to near boiling. Now or never, Kendra.
Taking control, I backed him into the shelves and unbuckled his belt. Once I managed to get his pants unclasped, I eased the zipper over his erection-jutted shorts, and pushed his slacks down until they fell bunching at his ankles.
“Kendra . . . .” The raspy edge in his voice sent chills along my arms. He lowered his head and sucked on my neck, sure to mark me, as he wriggled hurried fingers beneath the strap of my tight thong.
Fumbling my grasp on the waistband, I shoved one hand inside his boxers. Again, wielding my power, I wrapped my fingers around his thick meat, and with a jerk, slowed his eager search. I fixed his drawers over his cock’s head before reaching my other hand in from the bottom to rake my nails along his heavy sac. Immobilizing him further, I worked the loose skin over the hard inner core of his cock with long, steady strokes.
Every upward pull and every downward glide tortured my desire. With a gasp, I forced my eyes open, hoping to see anything but my mind’s vision of his cock’s exposed and shiny head playing hide-n-seek in and out of its foreskin. I groaned, as my breathing labored.
His breaths came sharper and heavier as I latched onto his throat. I reveled in the burn of his lime and spice aftershave on my tongue. Both hands busy, I palmed his balls, gently massaging, as I tightened my flowing grip on his thick shaft. I picked up speed, and moans rumbled from deep within his chest, intermingled with breathless declarations of pleasure that included my name.
With blood flow stifled to my aroused, but well-tucked, man-clit, the throbbing neared unbearable. I clenched my thighs in a futile effort to suppress the pain. Coaxing him along with sultry voice, I whispered. “Come for me, Val. Give it to me.” Suddenly, his hands shifted beneath my thong. Parting my cheeks, he traced the outer edge of my entrance, teasing my opening. “God, Val . . . .”
His thrusting hips forced his cock through my firmly wrapped fingers, then through again. Faster and faster, until he shuddered, singing my name in repeated grunts, his cock spewing, streaming thick, hot spunk inside his boxers and over my fist.
Sweat slicked his temples as he released me. “Kendra . . . .”
He sounded winded, as if he’d just run a marathon, but that was the least of my concern.
“Sorry,” I said, and wiped my hands inside his shorts as I withdrew them. Agony seizing the cleft of my thighs, I unbolted, unlocked, opened, and closed the janitor’s closet door behind me, in a rush for the nearest ladies’ room.