Under Construction PART 3 - Erotic 5 minute fiction

Part 3

"Rachel's my daughter!"
I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. I took a second and managed a small "Oh".
"I don't know what came over me this morning, I couldn't help it. I saw you there and your pussy just looked so inviting. I needed to taste it!"
I hadn't realised but as he spoke I was edging closer to him. Watching his lips as they formed the shape of his words, desperate for them to be on me again.
"Finish the job then..." I purred...

I tugged on the front of his hi-vis jacket, I wanted him closer - it wasn't like I could lose my job! He didn't need telling twice, in one swift movement, he had my skirt up around my waist and had lifted me onto my newly cleared desk.

His practiced mouth trails kisses from my neck to my navel as he unfastens each delicate button of my shirt. I push the jacket from his shoulders and let my fingers meander their way beneath his shirt. His breathing hastens as my digits dance along his body and across his chiselled torso.

I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly, his kisses are more urgent now, pouring himself into me. As I free his pulsing cock from his boxer shorts a droplet of precum glistens on its swollen head. I nudge him back gently, I slip neatly off the table and bend forward eager to taste his sweet seed.

My tongue flicks across his swollen head, a deep guttural moan leaves him. "Lainey, stop, I want to be inside you" He can barely form his words as I cup his balls in my hand and swallow his shaft, until it's pressing on the back of my windpipe. My throat gives slightly, his girth being gently squeezed as my muscles relax around him. He withdraws and lifts me to him again, tasting himself on my lips. He tugs at the cups of my bra, allowing my ample breasts to spill over the top, sucking hungrily at my nipples as his fingers massage the entrance of my pussy.

I turn and bend over, his hands grasp my hips and begin to play with the delicate material of my panties. He strikes my backside hard, with what feels like a ruler, the shock stings but the pleasure is undeniable. He strikes me again on the other cheek and murmurs a sweet sigh of admiration. He pulls my lace confines over my buttocks and parts my legs, displaying me for his perverse pleasure.

His throbbing cock nudging at the entrance of my pussy, barely able to open wide enough, to invite him in. With every inch that he slipped deeper, his hands travel up to my shoulders. Every thrust, pulls me deeper onto his huge member. I grip the sides of the desk for support as he pounds into me. My legs start to tremble from the savage orgasm building inside me, his pace increases until I'm screaming for him to cum. As he empties himself into me, on my orders, my own pleasure erupts out of me in a deafening crescendo.

We're still for a few minutes, his muscular frame still holding me up. He slips himself out of me and turns me to face him once more. He places a gentle kiss on my nose, rests his forehead on mine and says "I didn't come here for that" I look at him inquisitively and tilt my head... "What did you come here for?" I ask as we dress side by side.

"I just wanted to explain. I don't do things like we did this morning. I don't talk too or treat women like this... " I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. "Are you serious right now? You've come here to tell me that your actions were out of character this morning, yet you have just screwed me on my desk?" I giggled. "Erm... yeah?" he laughed back.

The faint buzz of a phone vibrating came from the floor, he rifled through his pockets until he located it. ROB was the name that flashed on the screen "Sorry, I have to take this" he said and stepped out of the office to the gantry. He was doing his best to keep his voice down but the undeniable anger was hard to ignore. "I swear to fucking god Rob, you'd better not fucking leave Pops. I have to get Rachel in an hour, I can't be everywhere!" There was silence for a second and then another outburst from Spencer. "Fuck you Bruv, don't come to work tomorrow, let's see if that slapper pays your way for you." He bursts back in the office. It's clear that I've been listening so I don't bother to hide it.

"I can go to James, I just need to grab my car. You can get your daughter and I'll bring him home to you when they've finished their checks at the hospital?" I offer.
"Rob says Grandad's not himself, it wouldn't be right for him or you" he says.
"What other choice do you have?" I question gently.
He shrugs and then says "Not my usual first date style, I'm so sorry..." he looks a little crestfallen as he apologises.

"This is for James, not for you... you owe me nothing" I wink at him and smile.
I scribble my number on a piece of paper and he writes his down, for me. "I'll call you when we're leaving, text me the name of the ward." My tone has turned almost formal as I try to organise my thoughts. He lingers for a minute in the hallway, kisses my cheek and murmurs a 'Thank you' in my ear and then he's gone.

As I make my way home past the burnt out shell of the little shops, I cant help but feel a tiny loss of my own. I quicken my pace at the thought of James and rush to my car. The roads to the hospital are clear, I park the car and rush into A&E. A rather harassed looking nurse points me in the direction of a row of beds. James is in the bed furthest from the door, he looks so small and solemn under the mustard coloured blankets. Dark flecks of ash litter his silvery hair. I tiptoe past the other patients and softly call out his name.

"Elsie, My love. You're here" His sparkling blue eyes fill with tears once more... he places my hands between his and kisses them over and over again as he tells me how much he loves me... his sweet, sweet wife.

I don't correct him, I take my seat on the edge of his bed "It's okay, I'm here." I soothe. He's quiet for a moment as he twirls the the simple, sapphire band that dresses my ring finger. "Take me with you this time" he says.
"Take you where James? We have to make sure you're okay first" I say.
He drops my hand as if seeing me for the first time..
"What have you done with her, where's my wife?" - he's trembling as he shouts at me, terror taking over his frail body. "Where's my wife..." He clutches at his chest, his face contorts and the monitor checking his vitals starts to emit a long high pitched beep....