The next week at work, Mireille flirted back and forth via email, and then suddenly I get the following email: "Why don’t we meet in the bike room for a blow job?
” I just sat there stunned. The bike room was a store room in the basement/parking lot of the building. The office was in a really bad neighborhood so management gave us the key to the storeroom and encouraged us to park our bicycles there. I wrote back, “That would be great! Meet in 15 minutes?”
I had showered that morning but I wanted to make sure I was extra clean. I ran off to the bathroom, washed my cock vigorously and made sure it was extra dry. For some reason I didn’t want her to think I had been quite so courteous.
I walked down the back stairs into the parking lot and waited nervously outside the bike room. When I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I already had a hard on. She smirked at me mischievously. I unlocked the door and we turned on the lights to see the dusty storeroom with its bikes and boxes of old computer parts.
I put my hand on her lower back and drew her to me. She put her tongue down my throat and I lowered my hand to her tight little ass and ground her onto my hard on. She pulled back and smiled at me and then got onto her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She lowered by boxers. My cock sprang up and she took it in her hands and went down on me. She swirled her tongue over my shaft and took the top half of my cock in her mouth. Up and down she went, occasionally looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. She stopped and licked my balls for a while, and then returned to the head. It was amazing. I caressed her hair and the side of her neck. I had never been with a girl quite like this! In the back of my mind, I thought that other people have keys to the bike room too. After a few minutes of her sucking me, I grew even harder and her pace quickened, and with a shuddering moan, I came in her mouth. She swallowed and kept sucking for a few more seconds. Then she rose to her feet, gave me a smile and a kiss, and said, “That was fun.”