Running Late

On October 24, 2013, in Dirty Little Secrets, Erotica Stories, Readers Own Stories, by Diana Kemp

Cursing the broken water main that had snarled traffic for miles, I desperately scanned the streets for a parking spot. The Brewery District was an up and coming area filled with amazing restaurants and venues, but endless construction had turned it into an obstacle course. I glanced at dashboard clock and shook my head. A critical meeting with a client … what had prompted me to suggest having lunch here?

A car edging into traffic from a narrow driveway grabbed my attention. Stopping to let him out, I noticed a small parking lot nestled behind a building undergoing renovation. At the sight of the booth and the raised barrier, I gunned it.

The attendant rose when he saw me approach, and suddenly all thoughts of rushing to my meeting vanished from my mind. Tall, blue eyed, his curly chestnut hair framing a gorgeously chiseled face, he looked like a combination of a Greek god and Renaissance prince.

I rolled down the window and simply stared, my eyes straying to the V of his chest exposed by his pale denim shirt.

“Sorry, lot’s full,” he said with a smile hot enough to melt steel.

“I just saw someone leave,” I said.

“Drop off only.”

I glanced around the packed lot. “Look, I have a really important meeting in a few minutes. I can’t be late.” I stared at him with my best little girl lost look, but couldn’t quite keep the grin off my face. “I’ll pay you whatever you want. I won’t even be that long, maybe a couple of hours at the most.”

He took a long look at me and leaned forward against the glass. “On days like this I usually charge premium rates. Can you afford it?”

I nodded. “Name your price. I can’t miss this meeting.”

“Park behind the booth,” he said. “Leave the keys in the car.”

My hands shook like a rookie driver on their first road test as I parked. Walking to the booth, he watched me with those ocean blue eyes that suddenly got me very hot and bothered. I had barely reached the door when he grabbed me and pulled me inside.

“What … what are you doing?” I asked.

He grinned. “Payment up front,” he said, stopping my words with a sizzling kiss.

Feeling the heat of his body against mine, I melted into his embrace. He unzipped his jeans, and I felt the pressure of his thick, meaty cock pressing against my wet, aching pussy. In a single motion he hiked up my skirt, ripped off my panties and sank onto his chair with my legs wrapped around his waist.

I cried out as his strong hands spread my ass and impaled me onto his cock. Stretching and filling my pussy to the hilt, we rocked together so furiously the chair almost toppled. Hot and raw, our animalistic fuck was pleasure beyond description. I didn’t care if anyone saw or heard us. When we came a few moments later, my orgasm was the most intense I had ever experienced.

Now I knew where to come the next time I had a meeting in the Brewery District…


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