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Knock...Knock...Knock

Date: 5/16/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: AnnaJuist, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

forth. Squeezing, pulling, stretching, twisting it. Then, as I was nearing an orgasm to end all orgasms...I used my left hand to spread my engorged pussy lips as far apart as I could. My right hand, with three fingers deep inside, my palm pushing hard against my clit. Moving in an out. Up and down. I slid down against the door. Now squatting, with knees far apart. Closer...Closer... Faster... OMG... YES... YES... OMFG? Here it comes... KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK!!!! "What the...?" "What the HELL!!! This can't be happening!" I stood up, faced the door, raised my robe over my shoulders covering my exposed breasts. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Jeff standing there. I was panting like a marathon runner. Sweat was dripping down my hair and chest. The air was strong with the smell of sweat and sex. "AH. Oh. WOW. Ah, here you go Mrs. C." He had some kind of purchase order or something on a clip board. "Sorry to bother you again." (If he only knew. Hell, if I wasn't married and my baby was asleep, I'd jump him right here and now on the front porch. Hell. Veronica could even join in, and I don't even swing that way. Okay. Maybe I did when I was younger. But those are other stories) He was looking at my face, into my eyes, down my chest, seeing droplets of sweat sliding right down the middle of my cleavage. "Ah. I need you to sign this please, before we can order the fabric." His eyes where not looking in my face anymore. He kept on looking down on the ground. I thought it was ... because he knew what I was doing, just seconds before and was averting eye contact because he was embarrassed. I opened the glass door and took the clipboard. *Pant*Pant*Pant*. He handed me a pen. When I grabbed it, I was barely able to hold it. My hand and fingers were so slimy. My love juices made it virtually impossible to sign the piece of paper. But I managed and gave him back everything. *Pant*Pant*Pant*. "Here you go. Is there anything else, Jeff?" "No. Thank you so much. Ah, for your business." Still looking down at the ground. He took his pen, tore off the carbon copy and handed it to me. He reached out his right hand and without thinking, I shook his hand. I could feel my slime squish between my fingers and cover his hand and fingers. I knew he knew. I again blushed and smiled. He looked into my eyes. Only for a second. Then he looked back down again. Poor guy, I thought. He shouldn't be embarrassed. I'm the one that should be. I mean just before, I was...(looking down at myself). SHIT! OMG! I didn't pull down my robe in the front! My pussy had been on full display. Lips sticking out like a pair of rooster wattles. Clit pointing out angrily, pulsing, throbbing. Love juices covered the whole outside of my pussy region, plus streaks of it was covering my thighs as it had dribbled down my legs. He wasn't staring down at the ground. Damn. .He was looking at my treasure. "Shit... Shit... Shit!" I looked out through the small window, that's just above the front door. Jeff ...