Caramel Flava

Oh hell. He’s gonna be gone for at least an hour. Her caffeine demons demanded to be fed. She looked at the phone and saw the word JANITOR labeled as the fifth button on the speed dial list. If she pushed it, it would first ring Kenji’s basement office. If she got no answer there, it would automatically forward to his cell phone. What’s the worst that could happen? He would come down here and give me his “meatsicle” along with my coffee cup? A sudden throb of her clit told her what she’d been denying for years: She wanted Kenji’s multicultural dick.

How the hell did they get sunflower seed shells get on top of the refrigerator? Kenji wondered as he wiped down the white Kenmore fridge in the employee lounge. Next to the sink he picked up a used Styrofoam cup that had lipstick stains on the rim. The lipstick was a similar color to that Colleen wore.

Colleen.

Just the thought of her a floor beneath him began the running of blood to his sleeping penis. Her sexy thickness flipped his switch. He didn’t care much for the model-type woman. Kenji liked his women with a little “girth.” Colleen certainly fit the criteria. At about 5'5? and one hundred sixty pounds, she was right in his sexual wheelhouse. As stiff as she always appeared to be, he knew she wasn’t gettin’ the “whammy” on a regular basis. I’d do her even if she was on the rag, he thought as he tossed the cup in the trash. His concrete-hard dick agreed.

To take her mind off of raping Kenji, Colleen plugged her laptop into the console and began her automatic antivirus update of the network. The mere act of pushing her plug into the console networking jack hole made her moist. She felt her reddish brown nipples grow. Maybe I should’ve screwed Jasper before I left home, she thought as she let her hand fall in her lap. On second thought, I need a long stroker. After thirteen years of marriage, Jasper had become a sexual minute-man. A sigh escaped her as she rubbed her throbbing clit through her thin polyester Liz Claiborne pants.

After leaving the employee lounge, Kenji went to empty the trash cans in the visitors’ area. He passed Archie’s empty desk and absently rubbed the countertop to check for dust. He found none. He made sure his access badge was clipped to his retractable key ring before opening the bulletproof double doors that led to the visitors’ area. He pushed his rolling cleaning cart through the doors and emptied the two chrome wastebaskets and relined them with trash bags before straightening the magazines on the low-slung coffee table.

On the table to the right of the access pad, he noticed a stainless-steel coffee cup. It had the TechRealm logo emblazoned on it along with the initials “C.B.”

“This must be Colleen’s,” he said as he held the cup. Only the head honchos had their initials on their cups. The smooth feel of the cool stainless steel made him think of how soft and smooth Colleen’s ass would feel in the palm of his hand. How soft and smooth her large tits would feel to his lips. Stiffness, once again, invaded his sperm-shooter.

I think I’ll take Colleen her cup. I need to go downstairs anyway and refill my glass cleaner bottle. Kenji put the cup on his cart and headed toward the elevator.

After prying her hand out of her lap, Colleen battled to regain hold of her senses. Between her caffeine and sex cravings, she had a fight on her hands. If I can’t get any dick, I have to at least have some java, she thought. As she stood up to search for a cup of some kind, she glanced at the security guard monitor and spotted Kenji. He held something in his hand.

Her coffee cup.

What the hell? she wondered. How did he get my cup? Before her wonder turned to panic, she retraced her footsteps in her mind. That’s right, I put it on the table by the entrance door so I could get my access badge out of my bag, she recalled. A beep from her laptop informed her that the antivirus update to the system was completed successfully. That gave her about forty minutes of free time as the system diagnostics ran.

She bit her lip as she thought, If I call and have him bring me my cup, I’m gonna end up giving him some.

Colleen watched Kenji push his cart to the elevator and push the down arrow. Oh shit! He’s on his way down here! A mix of fear, desire, and excitement filled Colleen. Her years of loyalty to Jasper were on the verge of being ruined. She knew she would let Kenji have her tonight. She knew it.

In the elevator, Kenji lusted for Colleen in his mind. He rubbed his stonelike rod as he imagined rolling against her soft, spacious ass. “Down, boy,” he said to his stiff member. Mrs. Colleen ain’t just another office slut. She’ll mess around and tell her brother if I overstep my boundaries, and bye-bye, contract. He exhaled loudly as the elevator doors parted. Forty-two steps to the right and twenty-one to the left and he was at his office door.

When Colleen saw Kenji appear and disappear as he left the hall camera’s viewing angle on the way to his office, her nipples became rigid. Why am I trippin’? That man’s probably not even thinking about me, Colleen thought as she filled a tiny paper cup full of water from the Alhambra water cooler. She’d nearly fooled herself into being in control until her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Colleen. I found somethin’of yours.”

“What are you talking about, man?” His voice added another log to her freak-fire. She sat back in her chair and twisted one of her red dreadlocks.

“If you’re missin’ a cup with your initials on it, I’ll return it for the reward.”

“What reward?

“The one written on the bottom of the cup. It says, ‘If found, return to owner for a generous reward.’ ” Kenji sat on the corner of his desk grinning into the phone.

“I don’t have time to play with you right now, Kenji. Just bring me my cup, please? ’Bye.” After hanging up, she realized she’d just invited the fox into the chicken coop. Okay. All I have to do is make sure to keep some furniture between us, she thought as she pulled her compact mirror out of her bag and applied a fresh coat of plum lipstick.

Kenji listened to the dial tone for almost a full minute before he hung up. Damn, this’ll be the first time I’m totally alone with her. He went into his small bathroom, pissed, and made sure he was presentable. Don’t mess this up. He lifted her coffee cup off his cart and left.

Colleen’s eyes never left the monitor as she watched Kenji approach her door. The way his uniform fit his slim frame and the confidence in his walk made her kitty purr. He was her height, but she outweighed him by about twenty pounds. She wanted to lick his walnut shell–colored skin from top to bottom. He wore his unruly African-American/Spanish hair in a bushy ponytail.

“It took you long enough,” Colleen said into the intercom as she buzzed him in.

“I’ll take that as a thank-you.” He held the cup out to her.

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a smile. When she took the cup, her hand touched his. The heat from his skin made her swallow hard and take a step back.

“You okay? It looks like you just got stung by a bee.”

“I’m fine.”