Table Sex

Emily works at Prada as a merchandiser on the weekends whilst studying fashion at a London university. She has always been into fashion and enjoyed her life being surrounded by it twenty-four seven. Michael works in the men’s sports section in the same Prada store as the manager, although he is six feet four inches tall, has green eyes, curly hair, stylish and looks like a model. They are flirtatious enemies who got on each other’s nerves but had mutual chemistry. Emily would often catch his eyes staring at her body each time she walked past him in the store, and she didn’t mind that. She always wondered what he would want to do to her, sexually, in the break room or stock cupboard. After a Saturday shift, Emily gets home and realises that she’s forgotten her key fob for the Prada building, which means she wouldn’t be able to access the building in the morning to open it for the day. Michael is still working his shift closing the store, so Emily messages him to bring her key fob over to her apartment. He soon messages back saying he’s on his way over to her. She opens the door and lets Michael in.“Thank you so much for this!” Emily greets him with a kiss bahis şirketleri on his cheek. “You’ve done such a massive favour for me”. “You are welcome, anything for you!” he replies smiling at Emily, then pulls her in toward his ripped body and hugs her tightly. “Can I get you anything to eat or drink?” Emily offers. “To drink? wine please. To eat? maybe you, later,” Micheal teases Emily. Emily laughs it off as if he’s kidding, but always hoped he would take the unspoken desire for him to lick her pussy tenderly and take their situation out of the co-work relationship/friend type of thing they have currently.Emily laughingly replies, “Is that a joke? I’ll get you the wine.” “I don’t know, maybe, we’ll see.”They move to the sitting area with their glasses of wine and get to talking. Although they spend a lot of time in the same building for work, and occasionally go out with the rest of the Prada staff for drinks, they’ve never gotten the opportunity to talk to each other in a one to one setting. Michael is enjoying getting to know Emily and finding out what she did in her spare time. “Do you work out?” Michael asks, “I should be in the Olympics with bahis firmaları the way I’m built. I’m super strong, I can literally beat anyone in an arm wrestle!” Emily boasts about herself. She isn’t wrong, her body was naturally toned and athletic with her five-foot-two frame. “I know, I watch you at work, but you’re not stronger than me,” Michael states.“You wanna bet?”“No I don’t want to bet, I want to see you beat me in an arm wrestle.”“Let’s go!” Emily takes Michael’s hand and guides him over to her dining table. They both take a seat at the corner of the table and arm up against each other, ready for the arm wrestle battle. They look each other in the eyes, the type of sexually charged eyes that make you wonder what kissing each other would feel like. The battle begins, Emily uses all of her strength and directs Michael’s arm down towards the table. Michael pushes back casually and keeps Emily’s arm angled at a 40 degrees angle, all the while holding his gaze, watching Emily’s cute nose scrunch up as she puts in a lot of effort to push against Michael. Michael decides to give in by purposely loosening his strength and allows her to slam his arm kaçak bahis siteleri down onto the table. “Yes I won! I told you I would beat you.”“Okay you didn’t do badly. Well done,” said Michael. “Let me take you out to get ice cream to reward you.”They leave for the ice cream and get into deeper conversation finding out quirky things they didn’t know about each other before. As they head back into Emily’s apartment, Emily reminisces about the short moment ago winning the arm wrestle. Michael thought it was time to come clean about letting her win.“Michael I won fair and square, you even took me out for the reward just now, you can’t backtrack and pretend that you let me win,” Emily laughs. “You didn’t win, I didn’t want to slam your arm down hard on the table, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Michael explained. “But I might slam myself inside you, hard, on the table,” said Michael whilst looking in Emily’s eyes with great desire. Although in shock, Emily likes what she hears. “Oh is that right? I want a rematch.”“Let’s go!” They both sit back in their seats at the edge of the dining table. Five seconds into the battle, Michael gently slams Emily’s hand onto the table, grabs her other arm and locks it behind her back, whilst her body is bent over down on the table, leaving her in a vulnerable position. Emily likes to be dominated in sex and was excited about what was about to happen next.