The dressing room was small. They’d slipped past the clerk. She hung up the jeans he was ‘purchasing’ on the wall. She shoved her jeans to her knees. Unzipping his fly, he grabbed her shirt and hiked her it up to grab her breasts. He squeezed hard, using them as hand holds as he slid in and out of her pussy.
She loved sex in public places. It made her come hard knowing that people could hear her strangled cry.
The elevator was tiny. They’d punched the buttons for every other floor. There were 40 floors. He’d dared her. She accepted his dare. Sex in weird places. It made them both so hot, so horny. This was the third fuck this week. First the train, then the movie theater projection booth. She hung her coat on a sprinkler head. He kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants and stroked his erection. She pulled down her pants and almost had her top up when he slid into her from behind. She was soaked. He pumped hard and fast as the elevator started and stopped. He brought her again and again. The elevator bobbed in rhythm. Gravity gave unexpected pressure in all the right spots. A strangled cry issued from his lips as he squeezed her breasts. Cum surged up from his balls. His orgasm followed the final surge of the elevator, blasting deep in her pussy as the door slid open.
Okay, I couldn’t resist. One at 160, one at 80. Granted, I couldn’t decide where they were either. Store? Elevator? Sister’s closet? Dad’s office? Hmmm….
Today’s Flash Fiction Friday had a word limit of 80 to 160 words and the phrase strangled cry. Check out what Panser is up to next Monday and join in the fun.