Closing Time with Lana

"This couldn't really be happening," was all I could think as Lana cleaned the last of my cum from her lips, sweeping the last drop from the corner of her mouth with a finger and licking it clean.

For the last two years, this lovely brunette, thirty years my junior, had been serving me coffee at my favorite hangout while worked in a corner booth on the websites I maintain. During that time she had flirted tips out of me that were often twice the usual percentage. Tonight Lana was closing alone. After locking us in and turning off most of the lights, she invited me to stay and finish my coffee while she did some washing up in the kitchen. I followed about ten minutes later to bring her my cup so that she could wash it. She heard me behind her and, without looking around, asked if I'd rather wash or dry. I told her I was perfectly willing to help so she could get home earlier.

The washing up area was small. I stood behind Lana while she bent over the sink, reaching around her to drop my cup into the soapy water. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I stepped forward until the front of my jeans rubbed against her elegantly rounded ass, clad as usual in very short and very tight denim shorts. I expected any moment that she would turn and slap me. Instead, I felt her push back, rubbing sensuously against me. I didn't imagine Lana would carry on flirting this seriously. Curious and slightly emboldened, I put my hands on the girl's hips and rested my chin on her shoulder. Surely this would get me clobbered. Instead, she giggled and turned her face toward mine. Without warning and purely on impulse, I pressed my lips to hers and slipped my tongue between her lips. She responded by clamping down on the invader with her full lips forming a seal, then sucking me deeply into her mouth. I was in shock and when, after what seemed like an eternity, I broke the kiss, she was smiling. I felt every drop of blood that hadn't rushed to my engorged cock rush to my face in a fiery blush. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "that experienced tongue would feel even better in that sweet young pussy of yours."

I moved my hands from Lana's hips to her bare midriff and gently caressed the naked skin of her flat stomach. Lana returned her mouth to mine. I responded, sliding one hand under her abbreviated tee shirt and onto a bra covered breast while my other hand explored the top of her shorts, slowly working my way into them to the top of a triangle of thick pubic hair. We were playing a dangerous game of daring each other. How far would each of us go? Would we would pass the point of no return, or was this all a tease?

Lana moved her hand down to mine, I thought to pull it out of her shorts. Instead she unbuttoned the top of the shorts, interlaced her fingers with mine and pushed my hand further into her nether regions. I heard the zipper on the font of her shorts separate, making more room for my hand to reach down to her slit, where I let my fingers stroke and gently part her vaginal lips. Still in a deep kiss, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled my hand from Lana's shorts, pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to her knees. I lifted her shirt and bra, exposing two perfect spheres the size of small oranges. I rolled each of Lana's nipples between my fingers, noticing how they responded to my touch, hardening and swelling to twice the size they had been. The areolae began to darken and swell the way a volcano might just before erupting.

Breaking this kiss, I bent down to suck a puffy nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, moving a hand back to probe Lana's womanhood, which had grown slick with her juices. Lana took a deep breath as my middle finder slid across the button of her clit. I moved my mouth from one tit to the other, working both hand and mouth in earnest. Lana's ragged breaths evolved into a shallow pant. She moved her knees together, letting her shorts drop the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them and I led her out of the kitchen to the back of the shop. I pushed her back to a work table and lifted her onto the edge. Her feet didn't reach the floor so I took her by her ankles and lifted them up until she was lying flat on the table. I dropped to my knees in front of this beautiful young woman, slipped a finger under her white thong and pulled it aside so I could bury my face in her crotch. She moaned loudly as my tongue found its way between her pussy lips, my upper lip grinding into her clit. Lana responded by grinding her now sopping wet cunt into my mouth "Eat me baby. Eat my pussy you son-of-a-bitch. Make me come in your mouth!"

I did exactly as Lana asked, chowing down on her delicious cunt until her trembling body suddenly stiffened and she cried out. "Oh, yes, yes baby! Just like that. Do me! Do me!" I looked up to make contact with Lana's lovely brown eyes. She screamed, "fuck me with your tongue!"and dropped her head back onto the table, pulling my mouth harder into her. She made one long, final, high-pitched cry then her arms dropped limply to her sides and she lay still on the cold stainless steel table, gulping air as though she were drowning.

I continued licking Lana's sopping pussy, reveling in the taste and smell of her. I gently cleaned all around the slit, lapping up every drop of moisture I could find. Finally, I stood and moved around the opposite end of the table where Lana's head was lolling. I bent down and kissed her, filling her mouth with the taste of her own musky juices. "Lana, you are as delicious as you are beautiful, don't you agree?"

"Wow," she said, "I guess I really needed that."

"Happy to be of service," I replied. "Now it's my turn."

I put my hands under Lana's arms and slid her to the other end of the table until her head was hanging over the edge. I loosened my belt and dropped my jeans and underwear to my ankles. My cock was rock hard and almost angry looking. I pushed it toward Lana's lips. She kissed the tip of it and licked around the head. By now my blood was boiling hot and I had no time for subtlety. "Open up, Lana," I told her. She let her jaw drop and I moved forward, sliding half my engorged cock into her open mouth. Lana responded, forming a seal with her lips, as she had done earlier with my tongue. I took her hand and placed it on the base of my throbbing dick. "Squeeze my cock you little whore," I told her. "I wouldn't want to hurt you while I fuck your hot little mouth."

Lana took a firm grip on my dick. I looked down at her sweet face. She was so god-damned sexy. That's what I told her as I began, slowly at first, to slide my cock in and out of her beautiful mouth. I gradually increased the speed, letting her adjust her grip so that I wasn't thrusting too deeply or roughly for her. As the saliva in her mouth lubricated me and the sound of her sucking and slurping became louder, I fucked more urgently into her cock hungry mouth. "Tell me you want me to cum in your mouth, Lana. Tell me with your eyes. Beg me with your beautiful eyes."

Lana sought my eyes with hers and once our gazes were locked together I told her, "beg for it Lana. Beg me with your eyes. Make me cum in your sperm loving little mouth." I felt her eyes search mine. She began humming low in her throat, vibrating my now aching cock, pleading with her eyes for me to fill her. I pumped faster, watching her hand, mouth and eyes. I rubbed her breasts with one hand and with the other I grabbed her fist and squeezed it more tightly around my cock. A final few thrusts and I exploded in her mouth. She gagged once and swallowed. "That's it baby. Swallow. Swallow it all down. Take my sperm in your belly." I pumped and spurted, pumped and spurted. Lana continued swallowing, struggling to keep pace with the flood of cum that poured out of me. When my spasms ceased, I eased my grip on Lana's hand and withdrew my pulsing cock from her mouth, squeezing the last drops of my thick fluid onto to her lips and chin. I rubbed it around with the tip of my cock, coating her lips, telling her to lick it off slowly while I watched.

I stared unbelieving into Lana's eyes as she licked her lips, then cleaned my cock of the final traces of cum. When she was done she planted several kisses on my cock and balls, while I gave her tits and nipples a gentle massage.

Once my breathing had returned to normal I asked, "how could this have happened, Lana?"

"I don't know," she said. "I've been thinking about sex all day and I was actually hitting on a young guy earlier. I guess I was being too subtle. I wasn't looking forward to being home alone tonight. Maybe it was the Sudafed I took. I've noticed I sometimes feel hornier when I've taken it in the past. I guess you were in the right place at the right time. I've never thought of you in this way. You were just one of my more pleasant regular customers, but the instant you put your hands on me in the kitchen, I knew where I wanted this to go."

"If it's not too offensive, I'll tell you that I've imagined a scene like this many times. This isn't the first time you've made me cum. More men than you'll ever guess have masturbated with pictures of you in their minds."

"Well, thank goodness most of them don't act on it," Lana laughed, "but how did you know I wouldn't scream or call the police?"

"I didn't," I said. "In fact, I thought probably you'd clobber me and I'd have to talk you out of calling the police. I was just lucky - like you said."

"Lucky today," she said. "Just don't ever try that again."