This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser... sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.There was a knock at the door, which was weird because visitors normally had to be buzzed up. Confused, I opened it to find an older woman with a leather-bound case and a businesslike demeanor in what appeared to be a hundred-year-old styled black dress.. Your head rocks back as you moan out loud, perhaps a bit louder than is safe. You twist your head to the side and bite my thigh trying to stay quiet…I move my fingers in and out of you faster and harder,..my tongue now a blur against your clit as I try and make you scream in your office. You bite harder, sucking, marking my thighs with hickeys as you struggle to control your volume but not wanting to stop me either. You fight to keep your orgasm away for as long as possible knowing you will. I tried giving her the eye but she was probably right. Even more important, it seemed to matter a lot to them for some reason. And if it was important to them I would accept it, even support it. This was why by 9 AM we were standing in front of EKP Men’s Custom Clothiers as it opened.An older man removed the security gate and then opened the door, flipping a sign from closed to open. He was maybe in his seventies and inside I saw a younger man closer to my age tidying up at a counter. The older. As Sam felt the stiffening of his member, she moved Freddie's hands to her breasts as she rubbed herself up and down the length of his member, sliding it as close to her wettening pussy as the thin fabrics would allow."What do you want to do?" She asked, eyes closed, enjoying his hands as they kneaded her breasts, and the feeling of his member at her entrance."If it's what you want, I want it too," he said, focusing less on the breast worship and more on looking her in the eyes as he spoke.Sam.