In the Closet

She couldn’t take it anymore. Her thoughts were full of him, full of him and not the work that needed to be done. G-d! there had to be some way to get rid of him. Why? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She hated him. She hated him and his gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes and incredible body, and not to mention the way he looked at her…oh no! what was she doing!

“Enough, this has to stop,” She muttered to herself and ducked into a storage room that no one really used. “I have got to get rid of this frustration.”

She dropped her books, leaned back against the door with her eyes closed and let the scene play out before her.

**He was standing before her, with that look. That look that told her exactly how much he wanted her, wanted to be with her, and she wanted him right back. The intense gaze pulled her closer to him until they were just a couple of inches apart. He reached up and stroked her face, putting her hair behind her ear. The touch sent sparks up her spine, immediately knowing that she needed him to touch her more.**

Rory’s right hand started to travel towards her panties, relieved that it was such easy access. She could stop anytime and no one would know what was happening in here. Her left hand was caressing her breast, pinching her already hard nipples now and then.

**He leaned in and kissed her, slowly at first but quickly becoming deeper and more passionate. He pushed her p against the wall and their bodies melded together. Hands were everywhere, exploring, touching. His hands reached for underneath her skirt, finding her already moist with excitement.**

Her hand had found it’s mark, teasing her clitoris slowly and sensually, getting as much out of this fantasy as she could. It was the only way she could concentrate for the rest of the day.

**He touched her center with one hand, massaging her breast with the other, eliciting a moan out of Rory. His hand started moving a little faster, while trying to kiss her on the neck. “Oh, Tristan,” she gasped as the climbed a little closer to her peak. Her hands wandered to his pants and she quickly undid his belt, button and fly, eager to give him as much pleasure as she was receiving. His eyes were wide as he realized where she was going with this. “Want you,” was all she get out and pulled his lips back to hers. **

Her fingers were working faster, groaning and moaning out loud. “Oh Tristan, more, please, oh god…” The juices flowing freely now, ever so close to her goal.

**She stroked him slow at first, but gradually got faster as his fingers moved faster within her. She knew it was going to happen soon. She deepened the kiss even further, letting him know how close she was to climax. He quickened his pace and knew his own pinnacle of bliss wasn’t far behind hers. “I’m coming, Tristan, I’m coming.” He quieted her with his lips once again and gave her what she wanted. She screamed with pleasure as she came into his hand, his screams not far behind. They leaned against each other panting, staring into each other’s eyes. She smiled as she tidied him up, picked up her belongings and walked away.**

She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as she came hard, soaking her hand, and felt instant gratification. She gave herself a few moments to collect herself and then picked up her books, opened the door and headed to the bathroom.

“Holy shit,” uttered Tristan from his hiding place in the corner. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?