Behind Closed Doors

What a great start to the day. I thought as I set down another box. I’ve only been awake for an hour, and already, I’ve been set up to babysit, dog-sit, and have moved two car loads of furniture. I wasn’t in a great mood, and figured nothing would be able to make this day better.

We threw the last piece of furniture in my car, and waved goodbye to the furniture designer. "Is all of this coming home?" I asked my boyfriend. "No, we need to take it to the storage unit." I sighed, hoping I was going to be able to go back home and relax. Whatever, we would get it done quickly, I hoped. "Okay. I'll follow you." It was his parents unit, so I always forgot the way.

We hopped in our cars, and I watched him drive away before following him. It was a dark rainy day, not helping improve my mood in any way. I turned on my audio book while I drove. It was a very descriptive book. I often got tired of some of the talking, as they took forever to get to the point. As I listened, my mood lightened a bit, as something I had predicted came to fruition.

Then, a spicy scene came on. Not something I had expected for this book. It was set in later times, so not the type of topic that would have been normalized then. There were hints here and there to something more suggestive and sensual, but nothing yet like this. A full 5 minutes of a scene describing the main character touching herself, imagining her future husband on top of her. It was secretive, descriptive, and intense. I could feel myself start to drip, imagining myself in her shoes.

I kept driving, every now and then losing sight of my boyfriends car. Thankfully, he stopped every so often to wait for me to make sure I knew where I was going. About 20 minutes later, we arrived at the storage unit facility, and I followed him back to the unit, making sure to stay as close to his car as possible, so I could squeeze into the gate behind him. He pulled up next to the unit, and I parked behind him. I got out of the car, and started to unload his car as it was the closest to the unit.

As I moved things from the front seat to the unit, I imagined the first time he had brought me here. It was over the summer, and we had been moving furniture that day too. It had been a frustrating day, and that was the last thing we had to do before taking a break for a few days. After we had moved the last thing, he closed up one of the units, and walked into the other one, pretending to look for something. I followed him, where he proceeded to close the door behind me, bend me over a desk, and took me right there in the unit. It was one of the most sneaky things we had done, and the memory floods my mind often.

"Remember the first time you brought me here?" I chuckled. The thought made me tingle, and I wished we would do secretive things like that more often. He nodded and smiled. "That was fun." I glanced over at the lounger chair that was sitting in the middle of the unit. "We could... do it again." I smirked and gave him a side glance. He shrugged, clearly not giving the idea much thought. "Yeah, maybe."

We finished unloading his car, and went to start on mine. He got in to pull the car closer to the unit. My bluetooth connected when he got in the car, and began playing my book over the speakers. He got out after re-parking where he wanted it. "Are you listening to smut?" He smirked and laughed. He clearly didn't listen to the words, as it was back to being a boring, over-descriptive scene again. "Actually, no. Just a random book." He liked to make fun of me for random things, so he rolled his eyes and gave a half-assed "Uh huh."

We unpacked more of my car. I pulled out a box, that unfortunately needed to go into the back of the unit. It was a large unit, about 40 feet long, and there were no lights. I hated going back there. As I walked around random chairs and nightstands, what was left of the daylight that peaked through the door frame became dimmer. I set the box down and turned around to see my boyfriend pulling the rope down towards the concrete, closing us in the unit. He didn't shut the door all the way, as it would have been way too dark to see anything. I assumed he needed to rearrange a few things, and didn't want the rain coming in.

I walked back towards the front of the unit, and just as I was about to sit down, he grabbed my waist. I gasped, and just as I was about to ask what he was doing, he threw me down on the red lounger. It was softer than it looked. His mother had expensive taste, and while most of her furniture looked fancy, not a lot of it was all that comfy. While I was curious what had come over him, I suddenly remembered my suggestion earlier, that I thought he had shrugged off. He must have been thinking about it more than I had originally thought.

He tugged off my pants, excited to see that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath. This was something I did often, but it always seemed to catch him by surprise.

Without any hesitation, he buried his face in my pussy, the hair on his face rubbing around my thighs. I felt the warmth of his tongue as it slowly spread my juices around while he explored my folds. I bit my lip while my hands searched for something to grip onto. My fingers laced through his hair, and I pulled his head further up so his tongue was directly centered on my clit. My breathing hitched as I grinded against his warm tongue.

As he continued to lick my throbbing clit, he reached up and slid a couple of fingers into my pussy. I gasped as my fingers tightened their grip in his hair. I could feel the pressure begin to build up in my hips. I started breathing faster as my back arched away from the lounger. It felt so good, but I didn't want to alert anyone who may be walking by.

His fingers stroked faster, as his tongue circled my clit relentlessly. Every now and then, his lips puckered to suck on my clit, releasing a small gasp from my mouth every time. The pressure in my hips continued to grow, and I could feel the orgasm getting closer. I pressed my hips deeper into his fingers and tongue, as the pleasure began to build more.

"Fuck." I whispered. My legs started to shake, and my back arched further from the lounger. I was so close to the release, and I know he could tell from the grip I had in his hair. He curled his fingers faster, and increased the sucking pressure on my clit. I grinded faster, and just as I was about to meet my release, he yanked his fingers out of my pussy, and removed his tongue from my clit. I let out a small whimper, as the pressure in my hips faded.

"You didn't think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?" He leaned down and kissed me. I could taste my own sweet juices lingering on his lips. I loved tasting myself on his mouth. The thought of him being able to lick me whenever he felt like it... sent shivers down my spine.

I could feel his erection through his jeans as he kissed me. I knew he found pleasure in getting me off, and that was so damn attractive to me. I wrapped my legs around him as I felt his tongue against mine. I pulled him close as I grinded my hips against the hardness under his zipper.

He reached down to undo his pants, eager to be inside of me. He pulled out his hard cock, and slid it up and down the outside of my pussy, making sure it was drenched in my juices. After a couple of agonizing minutes of quietly begging him to fuck me, he finally slammed his cock into the entrance of my pussy. I let out a whimper, still trying to be quiet, as he thrusted in and out of me slowly.

He could tell I was trying to hold in the sounds of my pleasure. As he braced himself on the lounger beneath me, he gradually started thrusting faster. "Let me hear you moan for me, slut." He said between moans and grunts of his own. "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel." I would've thought that the sounds of my wetness would've been a strong signal, but clearly he wanted more.

I finally let out an unmistakable moan, letting whoever was listening outside know that I was definitely getting pounded into.

"Fuck. That's a good girl." He growled as he thrusted even faster. I sighed and gripped onto the side of the lounger, trying to hold myself down to feel the full force of his cock ramming into my pussy. The sound of my moans and his balls smacking against my ass filled the small storage unit. I didn't care if anyone heard us now. I was too focused on his cock filling up the space where it belonged.

The pressure began building in my hips again. I could feel the bottom of my stomach tighten as the pleasure built back up. I gripped the chair harder, as I thrusted my hips against his to gain more force with each thrust. I could tell he was getting close too, as his movements were fast, and full forced.

"Goddamnit Baby. I'm going to cum."

"Yes, Daddy, please, I want your cum inside of me." I knew that sentence drove him crazy. But it was true. I craved his cum inside my pussy. I love how it marked it as his own. "I'm going to cum too." I moaned.

The pressure in my hips was at its peak, and I was so desperate for the release. I shoved my hips as far into his as I could, sending his cock deep into my pussy.

I let out a loud moan as the tension in my hips released, tightening my walls around his erection. In the same moment, I could feel the pulsing of his cock as his thick, warm cum filled my pussy. I could feel myself clenching as I came down from my high, milking every last drop out of him.

I sighed and felt my body relax on the lounger. Although I quickly got up and pulled up my pants when I felt the cum starting to drip down the outside of my pussy. I didn't want to worry about cleaning up a mess on what I'm sure was a couple thousand dollar chair. He stood up and zipped up his pants as well, and walked over to open the door as if nothing happened. Then, we got in our cars, and drove home.

I suppose that's one way to boost my mood on a rainy day.