There isn’t much time before you’re called out for a mission and the storage room is too tiny to hold two people. You try to disregard the fact that your suit’s unzipped just enough for Waterboy’s hand to snake inside. There isn’t enough room yet your back is pressed against his chest, getting soaked while he is breathing heavily down your neck. His fingers are drumming deep inside, his lips trace over your neck and he whimpers out your name in a prayer. He wants you to cum. Do you have time for that?
Though you don’t know if you can cum so soon, he seems more desperate. His other hand gropes your tit over your suit, massaging the soft flesh. It makes his hard cock twitch against your ass, and he sighs in discomfort. His clothed erection is begging to be freed but you’ve already told him no. He doesn’t dare to push his luck any further. To be able to get his unclothed fingers in your pussy is more than he could ever ask for. To feel your fleshy walls against his fingertips and the way your insides throbbed when his thumb rubbed your clit just right.
“I think I might just cum,” he says in a whisper, voice cracking. You can feel his hand trembling in you, he’s being serious. You tell him to hurry up, if he wants to cum then he has to make you cum too.
His fingers move faster, his thumb runs tight circles over your clit until you’re doubling over from overstimulation. He leans down with you, you can feel him humping you all the while his fingers keep the same pace until the white flash of orgasm washes over you. A restrained moan almost leaves your lips, he rubs his erection against you harder, chasing after his own pleasure mindlessly while calling out your name over and over.
Tired and unable to carry his weight, you put a hand on the door for some support. You can feel his cock throb and he moans into your neck. Just as he’s cumming, you put a bit too much weight against the door and it pushes open.
You fall face forward on the tile floor with Waterboy on top of you. A few others who were turning the corner see you but you’re not sure if they can tell. Waterboy keeps apologizing and tries getting up. Perks of having a waterproof suit was that his cum didn’t soak through his suit but his cock hadn’t deflated at all and you could smell the new HR call you would be getting for fucking the janitor on the clock again.
Imagine being me you open tumblr and are greeted with this. Not that i'm complaining 🤭
