Against the Wall - Sex Stories

Against the Wall

Jenna is a tall slender attractive 22 year old woman working in my Chicago public relations company. She is day dreaming about being up against a wall being fucked. It’s her fantasy. She has always known it. Until last night, it remained a fantasy. Jenna has never had good experiences with fantasies becoming reality. She has always been left with the feeling of disappointment. A hollowness. This time, she was not. The reality is better. She is sitting at the bar, speaking to the woman next to her about nothing in particular, just chatting, when she feels a tapping on her shoulder. Her first reaction is annoyance. Here she is on a Monday night; not bothering anyone as she sat at the bar, nursing her beer and a jerk-off is tapping her on the shoulder. Her beer mug clanked in annoyance onto the wood of the bar top and she slowly turns to the owner of the finger, ready to let lose a string of curses. Her eyes connected with mine and she suddenly found herself unable to speak. Her stomach contracted and a thousand butterflies erupted. A cold shiver slides up her spine, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. John Malone's green eyes staring back at her, she feels herself weak kneed as I step forward towards her. One of my hands reaching up gripping her elbow, tugging her off the bar stool. An unspoken beckoning to come with me. Despite that she knew nothing of me, except that I'm the CEO of Malone Industries which the PR firm, she worked at is owned and of the rumors about ...

... me. I tossed a fifty onto the bar and lead her away. We struggled to make our way through the throng of dancers and the pace is slow going. Jenna sees me growing angry as I fight my way through the crowd. Her arm suddenly feels as if it is wrenched from its socket as I growl in frustration and suddenly move to change direction. I'm now heading to the back of the dance floor. I stop without warning just as we emerged from the dance floor crowd yanking her arm, causing her to yelp. Jenna realizes she can’t stop and is going to slam against the wall face first. She spins just in time for her back to contact sharply with the stone wall as I follow through pushing her up against it, my body pinning her against the wall. Jenna inhales sharply as my lips slide over her right cheek, tickling the sensitive skin. I drop my head kissing her shoulder lightly as I reach down to grasp her wrists. Raising her arms above her, I press my hips against her and she feels the growing bulge at the front of my pants. Pulsating music pierces her eardrums as she struggles to concentrate on where she is. She sees figures bouncing and spinning to the music and the thought never once crosses her mind that someone would see us. Jenna is too lost to care. One of my hands drop from her wrists disappearing under the hem of her skirt, my fingers grazing lightly over the skin on her upper thigh. Jenna struggles to catch her breath. My chest rumbles with a smooth chuckle when my hand slides further up and I ...