Red Lights and Coconut LipGloss

We shared a work station. As we processed incoming, outgoing,and executive mailings~ we joked, laughed and talked about current events.  The more we talked the funnier we were to the other, I could make him laugh so hard- he started demanding that I stop talking so he could take a drink of water, he said I was gonna kill him because he could never drink around me, and he would surely die of thirst. So sweet he was.        
         
We were in our early twenties, full of hopes and dreams.  He spoke often of becoming an engineer and sailing the world one day.  He was Italian, I am not- at the time this mattered to me.        
He wasn't someone I pictured myself to be with, yet I found myself wondering: "what if?"...        
         
I created elaborate scenarios in my daydreams of me going to meet his family at his parent's house- and him having warned them that I was like no one he's ever brought home. Everyone was pleasant as the supper began, but after a few glasses of merlot- the truth would come out from the self-appointed spokesperson for the family, drunk Uncle Vince... "So Robby, you have alot of fun with 'those things' don'tcha?" Embarrassed, he tilted his head and gave me a reassuring look as if to say- "every family has one, don't take it personal" while the rest of the family gave Vince 'the warning', which to him sounded pretty routine- he just brushed it off and poured more wine.  For the most part, I'm pretty thick skinned and as time went on and I'm feeling the effects of the wine I would challenge Uncle Vince by telling him- "if I'd let you, you'd have fun too".  Everyone would laugh except his wife, Aunt Marie.        
         
Later Robby took me to his old bedroom and he'd show me his baseball card collection, his dead pet spider "Harry" which he caught in a Skippy's Peanut Butter jar and eventually lived the remainder of it's days in it, and all his concert ticket stubs: The Police, New Edition, YES, Duran Duran, Tribe Called Quest, Lynard Skynard, Def Lepard, LL Cool J, Nirvana and Beastie Boys to name a few.  He loved all genres of music and had even gone to the opera annually from the ages of 11-17 with his Aunt Grace, his mother's younger sister.          
         
In the distance we could hear the clinking of dishes, pots, and pans as his kid sisters cleaned the kitchen as well as farewells filled with laughter as family members departed.  He turned on his lava lamp that illuminated shades of red and orange along the walls of the room, then forcefully pulled me towards him  burrying his face into my plump breasts, the subject of Uncle Vince's playful concern. Kissing me gently he asks, "hmmmmm coconut?" I nod.        
          
         
He reached underneath my bra and begin sucking my left breast, he whispered, "take off your panties".  I pull out my right leg only- just in case I had to make a quick recovery; then he lifted my right leg and pulled the chair to his left closer to us and placed my leg on it, he never lost connection with my breast- it's as if he'd practiced this move several times, well at least one time before.  I didn't mind because he was confident and experienced. Once he exposed my juicy pussy,  he began kissing me, then he pulled my long summer dress up to access my moist flower. He then stroked my pussy with his fore-finger and his middle fingers, circularly then finally inserting his fingers deep inside me.  I grabbed his hard shaft through his pants as I searched for the zipper. Pulling his zipper down, I reached in and release him into my hand, I touched myself to put my juice on him.  He maneuvered himself in the position to enter my sweet love chamber. We were against the wall opposite of his 1970's style dresser drawer whose mirror gave him the advantage of seeing down the hall through the small crack he left in the doorway. He rubbed his warm slippery cock up and down my vulva then stuck himself deep inside. Sometimes I like to just make slight movements and let him "run the show", never dismissing the sensation of moving a few degrees in any direction- I arched my back and thrusted my pelvis forward holding my pussy meat wide open on the right side as he penetrated himself deeper and faster into me.  He grunted softly, "I'm cumming"... he pumped and grinded, pumped and grinded until he 'flipped my switch'- tightening up my pelvis I then told him, "don't move".  Now I've taken control of the ship and am humping him- he no longer remained still so our pelvics bump each others with force and intent sychronized like a piston. I kissed him and said "yes", he pulled me so tight and I could feel his vein pulsating as his warm sweet goodness entered my supple loins, simultaneously holding each other, we collapse but catching ourselves before we fall crashing on the floor.  A quick peck on the lips as we both panted hard, and skin shining from persperation- suddenly he froze, and put his finger to his mouth to shush me... his eye opened wide with a look of panic.  We quickly began to make ourselves presentable.  By this time I heard someone approaching.  He reached over real fast and flipped the light switch on and I dropped to the floor acting as though I lost my earring.  The door flew open and it was the family dog "Munchie"- we sighed with relief and started to giggle.  His Mom pops her head in the door and asks, "what's so funny?"        
         
         
The red light that signals the mailroom when the trucks arrive in the dock with new postage startled me out of my daze.  As I stood up Robby scooted behind me to pass the narrow space between our adjoined desks instead of the obvious wide exit on his side of the desks. Inhaling my scent as his nose brushed across my neck he casually grasped my lower back. I caught his Chesher Cat grin from the corner of my eye.   Grabbing the the large bin on wheels, he exits towards the freight elevator and glances back then pauses like "what tha?"      
         
I applied my coconut lipgloss and headed towards the elevator.