Midday Quickie

The door shuts with a bang
My back presses hard against it
My skirt, pushed up past my hips
My shirt, thrust carelessly aside
My underwear torn, a flimsy inadequate barrier

Your strong hands lift me
My stilettos pressed against your tight ass
My hair now a tousled mess
Your fingers angles my head just this way
And you plunder

Your lips bruising
Your hands grabbing
Your cock nestled deep, driving
Just the way I like
Just the way you like

And as we hurry to completion
My thighs hooked over your hips
My fingers leaving moon shaped scars at your back
My heart, my soul, my creamed core
Cry out in climatic joy
"Yes, fuck yes!"