The box, office closes at five and reopens at 8 on performance nights. I’d put the phone on the answering machine telling the patrons to call back during regular business hours and was doing my Modern American History, all about corruption and dirty deeds in high places, when I heard something bump the box office door.
I opened it a crack. And there was my knight, without the falcon, but dressed in a shiny leather jacket with chrome studs around the wrists. He was standing, a big smile on his face, pressed against the blue metal cart that had the computer on it.
“Delivery man, Mam. May I come in?”
We were both grinning like it was important. As I opened the door I said, “It’s after five. We close. But we need that machine.”
He pushed the cart past me so I could watched his legs and ass~ work as he maneuvered the cart into position where the wires dangled out of. the ticket printing machine. His buns were so tight in the jeans that I swore I could see his ass crack.
I watched him work. Snake has a lithe body which moves with grace. He plugged the various cables into the machine and turned on the power switch.
I stood so close behind him that I could smell the leather on his jacket, the after shave (very spicy) on his cheeks and a little sweat from a hard day’s work.
He touched a couple of keys. I played with the buttons on my cardigan style blazer… the mauve fabric very soft between my fingers, the button as hard as a rock… or cock. I was thinking dirty again. My nipples were beginning to itch.
He stood up and faced me, pointing to the screen which showed all the right numbers. “See, we’re wonderful.”
I was so delighted not to have to write tickets out any more that I kissed him on the cheek, brushing my lips over the dark ring beard that surrounded his lips. The lips looked the same color as raspberries. Naturally, I wondered how they would taste.
He said, “Whoa, what’s the excitement. Am I so sexy you can’t resist me?”
I backed off a little, but just a little. “Something like that. I guess I’m just glad the machine’s back.”
He looked disappointed. “Aw, I thought it was me.”
“Well… I guess it is. I’ve thought about you a lot.”
“Me too.”
“Egotist.”
He laughed. “I mean, I’ve through about you a lot too. Nice outfit. You look very business like. He touched the edge of the jacket. “And soft too. Like you.”
I blushed. I’m kind of caramel colored, so I’m sure it showed.
He leaned his butt against the blue cart, crossed one leg over the other and said, “Everybody gone for the day?”
“The grind begins tomorrow. I have the 1–5 shift. Us working girls.”
“And boys?” He did a slow unzip of his jacket. I could see the powder blue knit shirt stretched across his chest and the shadows of the tattoos under that, they were a darker blue with flashes of-red.
To hide my confusion, I said, “Do they treat you pretty good up at the shop?”
“I’m good so the put up with me. Sometimes they call me a snake in the grass.”
“You never did explain that nickname.”
He blushed this time, his lips turning even more raspberry. “Name the guys in gym class gave me back in high school. We parade around a lot… you know, without any clothes on.”
“Oh.”! said as if I understood.
“You now… snake… between a guy’s legs. Rearing up… spitting.” He really grew red now. “That kind of thing.” Snake put his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans.
I looked where the snake had to be. I could see the outline of it, but it wasn’t up or angry or ready to spit. I listened. The area was as quiet as a tomb… not even a janitor whistling.
His fingers moved from down against his thighs to the middle where he adjusted himself a little.
I looked up and caught his eyes. Snake was grinning like a bad little boy, in a dark garage. “You want to see my it?’ “How about your tattoos for starters.”
“Sure.” He stood up, peeled off the leather jacket… then rolled up the shirt. The first thing I saw was on the left side: a roaring lion springing forward. Then all over the left side of his chest a dark flacon flying, on the right another falcon about to enter the nest.
“Don’t falcons eat snakes?”
“I can’t bend that far. Somebody else has to do it.”
Wow, that was bold. I decided to match his boldness, but hold back just a little. You know, kind of prick tease him. “He’d have to show the falcon where the nest was.”
“Falcons have good eyes. They can see everything. His fingers were brushing his cock now so I watched it grow in his pants. That’s a real turn on. Knowing that a guy wants to do something with you.
I formed my fingers into a beak and dived for his crotch. Instead of covering his basket, Snake opened wide and let me dive. I slowed and just landed gently on where I could see the swelling roundness of his cockhead. I touched it.
“Spitting yet?”
“No, but interested if attacked.”
I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down, expecting something weird and wonderful to jump out at me. Well, his shorts did push through the opening and I could see that his cockhead had already spit a little venom.
“So, Miss Falcon?”
I touched his rod. It wiggled, not as if trying to get away or anything, but just from my touch. He popped the top button on his jeans and leaned back in his leg crossed over leg position. That made his dick poke out even more.
I used my hands to push the flaps wide and then surround his cock from both side. Needless to say it was hot and squirming.
“So, you want to see or not? “OK.” I think my voice must have dropped to quarter volume, but he heard me because he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and popped his shorts forward.
It did look like a snake. Kind of bent and twisted as if ready to strike. The head was even redder than his lips. Glossy with the skin tight.
“Well?”
I leaned in. That’s what the other smell was. His randy cock. It glowed and twisted as I looked at it. I put the hand-beak next to my lips and dove down on him. He didn’t spit, at least not right away. But when my lips closed of his prick, he sighed way in the back of his throat. His legs tightened too. I sucked a little, using my lips and tongue everywhere.
“Well, snake didn’t strike.”
“He was waiting for the right target.”
“Oh?” I was wearing and elastic waistband skirt with a self fabric belt in mauve too. I flipped the belt open, stepped back and pushed the skirt to the floor. I was sanding in my sheer panties.
His eyes grew wide; his cock bounced a couple of times and a clear drip oozed out. I was getting him hot. Hell, he was getting me hot. I pushed my panties out of the way and tossed them over the computer monitor.
“You’ve got to dive so I can strike.”
I dove all right, spread my legs and waddled over to him like a ruptured duck, but I wanted to be sure that he could get into me. His legs were together with his cock sticking up out of his lap. I straddled them as he obligingly bent his meat down at a more convenient angle.
I didn’t sink on him right away because I wanted to feel that angry red head twirling inside my cunt lips. He kind of used his dick like the joy stick on a computer game, wiping it just inside my pussy.
Then I stepped forward and squatted down so I was sitting on his legs. His cock pushed up into me. I sighed. It felt as good as it looked and that little crook gave his meat that extra something that set me on fire.
He was just passive. His snake was like a real snake, dodging and changing positions all the time. I lay on him full and lightly bit his nipples. His hips came up then to jam his cock into me.
In fact he uncrossed his legs and held me by the waist while he guided his fuck tool around and in and out of my cunt.