Coffee time
The swelter bit at Jane Franklin’s heels as it pushed her into the Sydney shopping centre. She looked around the grossly overlit storefronts of the modern bazaar with its overflow and discounted goods.
She was reminded of the two hours she had to complete everything as she felt the vibration of her phone in the pocket of her red dress.
Of all the things that I could have done today, I finish the errands. Why couldn’t I get someone to do this for me? Jonathan is at home, he’s at home for his uni break. Oh wait, he’d complain about how hard his life his. It’s not like I have anything else to do. He’s just a golden-haired little brother.
She pulled back her hair into a ponytail as she met the rows of cosmetics and medicines in the pharmacy. She felt inadequate by the photoshopped stares of the painted celebrities as she fumbled through her leather handbag looking for the prescriptions that the doctor shoved in her face a few days ago.
She eyes burnt with tears as Jonathan Fung glared at her. She rationalised her hatred of him, she remembered that she found him butt naked with her best friend a few months ago. Yet, she heard the bullshit that he made up.
Despite all this, she intentionally locked eyes with him and raised her eyebrow. She realised that she wouldn’t be pulled down by Fung. She smiled at the second pharmacist, Paul and met him at the scripts drop off point. She leant against the hard laminate plastic stall.
She smiled, lopsidedly, ‘’Hi. I’d like to drop this off.’’
In a voice that was unable to hide excitement, “Hi stranger! Haven’t seen you for a while. Sure.’’ Looking down at the script he uttered, ‘’It’ll be about 10 minutes, but in the meantime have a seat.
Or grab a coffee.’’
“Thanks, Paul, I’ll see you soon.”
With that, she slid her hand over his when she finally let go of the prescriptions. Her eyes fell on the rows of lollies and her red dress floated as she sauntered away.
Coffee time
A distinct tug on her arm stopped her. She noted the hand was a man’s. Her blue eyes noted the white cotton, the snap buttons and then the face. Paul.
‘’Paul, coffee? Is it your lunchtime? Yes? Come with. It’s been a while.’’ her eyes searching for some sort of confirmation.
She watched his face flush. Confirmation enough. With that, she walked to the café with Paul. She stopped only to topple over as Paul didn’t stop himself in time and he crashed into her. Smack bang on the tiles. Bruised and embarrassed, she felt Paul help her up from the face plant. In doing so, she revealed a medication patch on her shoulder, next to her bra strap. The bodice of her dress was covered with a white watery substance.
She tried desperately to hide it. She realised it was too late, as Paul apologised and he pulled back the fabric to better look at the patch.
‘’We need to look at this, now. We can have a look at it in the treatment room.’’
‘’Paul, please do. It’s really painful now.’’
They scurried back to the treatment room next to the counter. Now was the time to get back at Jonathan.
Once inside the dingy little room, she pushed Paul onto the long treatment bed. She dropped her bag next to the computer and mounted him.
With Pop Pop Pop Zip Rustle With a final pull of her dress, she looked down at their bodies, destined to be. She leant forward and kissed him and during so, she felt him cup her breasts. Leaning
back, she made sure that he was inside of her. Staring at him, she felt her tits bounce up and down. He was mesmerised. She noticed that Paul wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at her bust. In its bounding milky glory.
She was
thrusting and groaning faster and faster. She felt him licking her nipples and
swallowing as fast as he could.
For a brief moment, she made eye contact with Paul, who moved his one hand to
fondle her clit in time with him sucking. As her body shuddered, she felt her boobs spray
Paul, who clearly enjoyed himself as evidenced as he clenched onto her hips as she writhed.
With one swift move, she found herself on her back. She
Felt the beads of sweat adhere to the bed. She was bound by Paul, who sat on her
torso and smacked her swollen boobs together. Then, she felt the thick cock between each tit.
She lay there, as she felt him thrust harder and faster. She moaned, ‘’Paul. Come for me baby.
That milk is for you. They’re swollen for you.’’
She felt the beads of sweat drop from him, as he pounded her tits with all of his lanky
might. She felt him mutter, “I wanted you for so long, now more than ever. I’m about to
cum….”. With a cry comparable to a wolf at a full moon, she was covered with his creamy
fountain. She felt him slam into her once more, giving a final suckle to her engorged chest.
With that, she felt his lips finally kiss her.
She felt him heave himself off her and she fumbled to get her clothes. She realised the
time. It was time to go back home and get ready for family.
Running down the door, she heard the words, ‘’I’ll drop off your medications off to
you.’’
‘’Please do. I like your home visits. I look forward to it.’’
With a wink and milky smile, the pair parted.