Big Roomie

“Channa, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

I choke out a sob and nod my head. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!”

He stands up and hugs me so tight I cough. There are cheers and clapping all around me from our audience. I look around, laughing when I see practically the entire airport is watching.

“Let’s get out of here. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you much longer,” he says.

I giggle and we hold hands, hurrying through the airport.

We’re about midway to the exit when he takes a sudden turn and pulls me into a broom closet. It’s mostly dark in the room aside from a wide strip of light coming from under the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused and surprised by the sudden detour.

“I can’t wait one minute more to have you. I need you now,” he says, then wedges a broom handle under the door handle to keep it from being able to be opened from the outside.

Before I can voice my concerns about sex in such a public place, he has my jeans coming down. Once my panties slip down to my ankles, I forget why I was so concerned in the first place. It suddenly no longer matters if someone walks in on us. All I care about is what’s happening to my body right now.

He spreads my legs as far as they can go with my shoes and jeans still on me. His fingers slide into my wet folds, penetrating deep. I gasp and my body goes limp. I’ve almost forgotten how amazing it feels to have something inside of me.

I wriggle as his he hooks his fingers and massages that sensitive, wonderful place inside of me that he seems to know like the back of his hand. Evidence of my arousal slides down my leg, puddling at my socks. I don’t care that my clothes will be wet and sticky after this, and that I’ll have to sit in them on the ride to Jonathan’s. I don’t care about anything except what I’m feeling right now.

He growls. “I forgot just how tight this pussy is.”

His fingers slide out and he lifts me up, then lays me down on a stack of paper towels. He bends down and sinks his tongue into me. He’s like a wild animal driven by hormones and lust He sucks at my clit, nibbles with his teeth. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet.

The thrill of getting caught only intensifies the feeling. So when he starts tonguing my asshole, I don’t even care. It all just feels so good and I don’t want it ever to stop.

“I need you inside of me,” I beg.

He stands up, yanks his jeans down to his knees. Spreading my pussy, he lines up and sinks into me. This time I can’t hold back the moan that comes out. It’s too much. The room fills with the sweet scent of sex and the slapping, wet sounds of our bodies coming together. When he rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb, my legs begin to tremble. I could hold on longer, but I know we don’t have the kind of time it takes for us to really go the distance. We’re together now, and won’t be separated again, so there is plenty of time for that. Instead I succumb to the orgasm, letting my body be enveloped by the rush of pleasure.

He covers my mouth with his, muffling my screams. His cock pumps into me, warming my insides.

As we lie here, catching our breath and coming down from our high, I just can’t believe all of this is real. I’m going to marry the man I lost my virginity to. We’re in love and happy. I’ll never let another person tell me romance stories aren’t real. I’m living mine every day.