I can't hold it anymore (The Department Part 3)

Al and Lulu continue to get to know one another at work. As intelligence officers, there's so little time to play...

Stunned, Al holds Lulu gently, his hands at her waist. Her movements are forward, yet there is a peculiarity to them. She seems unpractised in her seduction. He dares to believe that she has been acting on impulse, driven by the strong, inexplicable pull of attraction between them.

Al has no idea just how far Lulu's actions from her usual character. No longer the wooden, chaste executive, Lulu is keenly aware the department has a way of ensuring colleagues are never given the opportunity to develop strong bonds. After these three days, it is doubtful they will ever work together again. Lulu takes a moment to admire the host of emotions revealed in the pools of his grey-green eyes.

“I'm not sure why I'm doing this.” Lulu says breathlessly, honestly.

Al grins.

“Just don't stop.”

It's Al that lifts her face towards his. He is taller than her by at least a few happy inches. Up close she notices how he is handsome because of his age, not in spite of them. It's the last thought that crosses her mind before her eyes close as she accepts the weight of his lips upon hers. His whiskers scratch her peachy flesh in a masculine caress and she pulls away, giggling. Al's eyes reveal his confusion.

“I'm sorry. It's your moustache. It tickles. ” Unthinking, she caresses his face.

Al is taken by surprise.

“Tickles?”

Lulu nods. The smile in her eyes threatens the corners of her lips.

“You want me to stop?”

“God, No.”

Al reapplies the pressure of his mouth. This time he takes care not to brush his facial hair against her soft flesh. It's a relief to put a name to the strange crackling tension between them. Lulu sighs. He tastes of mint and honey. She wraps one arm around an unfamiliar bicep, the other comes to rest on his hip. Lulu threads a finger through his belt loop without thinking. All the while, Al's insolent, hot tongue snakes into and out of her moist recesses, calling to her more carnal instincts. He succeeds in extracting a moan from her throat. Lulu knees turn to liquid. She trembles. It's the only outward sign of her inexperience. Self consciousness causes her to jerk away. Al is quick to stop her retreating. He plants a firm, calloused palm on the back of her neck, keeping their faces close.

“Don't you like that?” His grey-green eyes search her face.

Lulu exhales shakily, feeling strangely light-headed and short of breath.

“I wasn't thinking.”

“I don't care if you don't.” Grins. His moustache turns up at the ends.

“Al, we're on the clock”

“I.”

Al kisses her delectable nose. She jumps.

“Don't...”

Al brushes the back of his knuckles over the swell of her breast. Lulu's sucks in her breath.

“Care.”

Her lips are parted, her eyes dewy with lust. Al leads, pressing one of his thighs suggestively into hers. She involuntarily takes a step back. He repeats the motion. Too late, Lulu finds herself backed up against the motel wall. Al slides a hand down the delicious curve of her thigh, brushing his fingers seductively across her abdomen. Lulu senses leap at his touch. His hands are so close to their delicious target. Her pupils dilate. He cups the cleft between her thighs, covering the entire mound with his hand. Lulu's skirt limits their actions. Lulu pushes back suggestively into his grasp.

“Boss.”

Mmm?”

Al slants his lips over hers, moving his hand away from the juncture of her thighs to cup her arse. He presses against her, pinning her fine form between the strength of his body and the wall at her back. Lulu can't think of a reason to mind. Instead, she whimpers. Their tongues intertwine and his hands long to feel her flesh. Deftly, Al is hiking her respectable skirt, desperate for the touch of her creamy thighs.

Lulu tears her mouth away, assisting his pursuit. Her eyes are closed, her breathing ragged. Al rubs two practised fingers over the throbbing hub of her sex, through the silk of her knickers.

“Oh.”

Her flushed features are the loveliest sight. Al tickles her swollen lips through the whisper-thin fabric. She presses her thighs together, trying to dispel the tingling longing.

“Lulu. You're incredibly hot.”

Despite the intimacy of their situation, Lulu giggles.

“It's you. You make me feel...”

“Good.”

Al lips brush hers with his own.

“What should happen next?”

“I want you to touch me.”

Al insinuates his fingers further into the slipperiness.

“My breasts.” Lulu blushes red to the roots of her hair.

“I see.” Al's knowing eyes dance with mirth.

He doesn't, only increases his exquisite, playful strokes, plunging and sliding wicked fingers inside her delicate underwear. Inside, he finds Lulu's nearly hairless vagina is lush and moist. She gasps and wiggles. Al's feather-light touch is too much, in reaction Lulu reaches, cupping one tight, masculine butt cheek. The other hand holds his arm as he stokes her already white-hot arousal.

“My...”

Lulu is awash in sensation. She can't seem to muster the power of speech. Swathed in lace and hidden under the silk of her expensive business shirt, Lulu's breasts ache, neglected. Amid the commotion, impatiently and with shaking hands, she undoes the buttons at the front of her blouse to reveal her rounded, perfectly proportioned flesh. One look at temptation and Al's cock burns.

“Come with me”

Al removes his hand from inside her cunt, wordlessly. Decisively, he leads her to the bedroom. In opposition to practical thought, every nerve ending in her body sings. Lulu enters the room a willing participant and to prove it, at the side of the bed she unzips and steps free of her impossible skirt. Her peach knickers are sopping in the juncture at her thighs. He stares. The attention is exhilarating, Lulu shrugs off her blouse.

Beneath it, her bodice is cut low. Voluptuous flesh constrained in exquisite style. Al leans one knee on the bed. He moulds his hands around her creamy skin. He licks her flesh through the barrier of lace, trailing saliva. Lulu makes an appreciative noise in the back of her throat. She watches the top of his head, anticipating the feel of his hot mouth over her nipple. Al's eyes meet hers through his long, fair lashes. In the final moment before he finally suckles the rosy peak, he finds her holding her breath, eyes wide.

“Oh. Yes.”

Her acquiescence is almost a whisper and to Al it's the sweetest of sounds. Lulu's body is exploding, pleasure assails her senses each time the apex of her breast disappears into his willing mouth,. As tight as a bow, Lulu eagerly spreads her thighs in invitation, feeling as though she has known him much longer than just one afternoon.

“Please?” Her body hums with pent-up need.

Al swirls his tongue around the taut pink nub. His palm caresses her other breast. Lulu's plea pierces his concentration.

“Fuck me.”

Al doesn't require encouragement. He frees his hands and in record time Al divests his shirt and singlet. Lulu assists with his belt and trousers. Moments later Al finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed, a curious expression on his face as Lulu kneels before him, taking a sock from his foot. His raging erection is carving space between them.

Lulu wraps her pretty hand around his member, assessing the feel of him in her palm. She studies his shaft, a lustful darkness evident in her eyes. Al shuffles up, making his way to the middle. Lulu hand never leaving his cock. His engorged flesh is so hard it hurts. The pain is exquisite and a part of him never wants it to end. An urgency remains, to bury him in her velvet flesh.

Reluctantly, Lulu releases her hold and shimmies off the bed. She strips off her knickers. Al reaches across and captures her moist centre. She stops. Al strokes her, encasing his cock with his free hand, unable to stroke, his balls are too taught. For Lulu is grey green eyes glow silver. His self discipline is dangerously tattered. Lulu merely watches entranced.

She makes as if to lean over and put him in her mouth. Al shakes his head. No. That's not what he wants. In truth he is not sure he can stem the tide of orgasm should she choose to overstimulate his aching cock. Lulu wriggles onto the bed, knees either side of his hips until she is astride. His breathe comes in short bursts. He points his impressive man meat skyward, by way of invitation and Lulu takes her cue.

Every so slowly she descends. Impaling herself inch by inch. Al clenches his jaw. Lulu's eyes are round with excitement. Finally, he sinks within her and she closes her eyes. Al kicks up his hips, getting in first, catching her by surprise on a first stroke. He groans, both from the effort of shifting their weight and the pleasure of it. He cups her fleshy, delectable rear. Lulu bobs as Al controls the depth of their strokes. Lulu lets out a kitten cry, by way of request. Al complies, his moistened length disappears to the hilt on a louder noise of pleasure from Lulu lips.

Teetering unsteadily atop his big frame, her palms press his chest. Her fingers land on downy chest hair. It's enough to tip her over the edge. The crescendo of orgasm comes as a deafening roar, unleashing fireworks in her head, her toes and her skin.

“Oh” she says. “That's. So. Big.” Biting the words out in her fever.

Al stares at her. Her eyelids are heavy and half closed.The sight of her makes him swell with pride. A vulnerable, impossibly beautiful woman rocks and spasms on his cock. Al gets a twinge of something long-buried but his distracting dick is hot, full and he continues to push up. Lulu shifts. He swings their hips and in a deft movement Lulu is pinned underneath.

“Want more?”

Lulu nods. She softly descends from lofty heights. Al takes a punt.

“Should we 69?”

The look of confusion is only momentary. She shakes her head, No.

He can tell she is sexually inexperienced. Al extracts himself. Lulu sighs and tugs on his hips, urging him to re-unite their bodies. Her expression is mind blowing. Restraining himself, he slides down her body, coming to rest with his head between her legs. Something about their union touches him. He implores her to trust him with his eyes but hers are closed, in fact, she almost squeezes them shut.

“Trust me.” He wants only to surprise her with an array of sensations this day.

Al rubs his thumbs in circular motions on the flesh of her hips. He lowers his head and looks at her softness from close range. She is swollen, willing, utterly breathtaking. Juices cover the ripe peach of her sex. Al takes his sweet time, drinking it in. In response to the peculiar feel of his warm breath on her thighs and her prone vagina, Lulu wriggles impatiently.

“My god woman. You're beautiful.” His voice is thick.

Al's face descends, undertaking his task with relish, he begins to lick. At first, Lulu stares at the ceiling, unsure how to react. He can feel the stiffness in her body beneath his hands. Al licks with leisure, his warm hands on her hips, his sucking thorough and mesmeric. Before long he notes tension leaving her limbs. Al introduces two digits to her sex.

“Ooh!” Lulu cries. She bucks.

His fingers slide in and out of her tight slit as he eats. A few minutes more and she begins to thrash. Al alters his rhythm, caressing her g-spot with feather-light strokes as he concentrates his tongue on her clitoris. Her inner muscles dance, her wetness increases. Lulu claws at his arms, urging him upward.

Al takes the underside of her shin in his palm. Dizzy with desire, he asks her to roll. She plies her flesh from the sheets and Al thrusts. It's a surprising sensation, coupled with a new depth of penetration. He squats and pulls her onto his pole from behind. In a moment, she relaxes. Al finds he can only complete a handful of strokes. She is so tight, so delectably plump and fuck-able, a study in womanly curves.

Al stops. He slides appreciative hands up to caress the curves of her flesh. He kisses her nape and the tender spot behind her ear. Lulu's dark hair has loosened, it falls in delicious waves down her back. He caresses her thighs. Lips poised for a kiss, he poses his question.

“What now?”

Lulu's eyes are closed, her skin is slightly damp as a result of their exercions. The same physical activity has released her inhibitions.

“Come for me.” She rolls the words around, drunk on passion. “I want to see you come for me.”

He withdraws and asks her to lie on her back. Al's no fool and he can see she is sated, her inexperience tiring her early. He removes himself from the bed and stands in the doorway.

“Will you touch yourself?” Her eyes twinkle, under heavy lids.

“Of course.” Al grins like a much younger man.

He takes his rigid shaft in hand and rubs, sliding one palm up and down it's length. Lulu watches, transfixed, a self satisfied grin playing on her lips. His uncircumcised cock bobs boldly beneath his touch.

“You're so big.” She murmurs. Al feels the rush of blood as his shaft turns to steel.

It's her eyes. He continues to pleasure himself boldy, for a short minute, under her watch. Her prone form, alabaster flesh and the curves of her body offer up a delectable impression. A lustful vision in a near-slumberous state.

“Can I have a go?”

Shyly, Lulu takes his velvet steel in her hands. She rubs the tip with a thumb and two fingers. Al leans his thighs on the mattress briefly, before Lulu draws him bodily onto the bed. She opens her legs and guides his head back into the warmth between her burning thighs. Al refuses to capitule. Their eyes meet. Her sex open to his hungry gaze, Lulu continues to stroke him with her hands, her creamy belly beneath his cock, her breasts rocking deliciously in sympathy with her strokes. She increases pace. Al's eyes roll.

Lulu calls upon half-remembered wisdom from an article on sex-play, she reaches in to fondle his ball sack. Al groans. Below him, her cleavage is prevocatively trapped between her upper arms, thrust upwards, towards his face. Lulu is a goddess, one small hand stroking his pretty penis, the other jumbling his balls. It takes only a few moments before she feels him grow heavier, harder in he hands. Al grunts. A satisfyingly substantial amount of warm, sticky cum erupts from his cock.

He encourages Lulu to cease stroking his over-sensitised member, planting a hand either side of her tiny waist and dropping a tender kiss on her swollen, cherub lips. He searches her face for signs of regret. Finding none, Al's face relaxes into a lopsided grin. Her toes curl.

“This isn't over.” He plonks his frame down next to his new lover.

“You don't think so?”

“Oh you're far too lovely to only fuck once. Next time I'll have protection, so I can stay in you.”

His honest words bounce off the ceiling. Lulu rearranges her body quietly. She admires his tanned, handsome features from out of the corner of her eye. Finally, she meets his gaze. Al's steel-grey eyes burn into her brown ones. The air sizzles.

“I've never done this before.”

“I haven't had sex in five years”

Her honest answer stuns him.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She drops her head onto his shoulder. Al wraps her up in his arms.

If he's honest, she stirs up something in him he's at a loss to explain. Instead, Al succumbs to the urge to rest, closing his eyes. Lulu snuggles into his chest. They fit just right. Al's stomach does flip flops but he is too exhausted to do anything more than relax.

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