HAVE YOU KISSED ON THE STAIR?

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She showed up at the diner at least three times, every day. He ate in the morning, always had lunch at noon and ate in the afternoon. And it was always me who answered it, at the counter. Either because she was waiting for me to place her order, when the counter was full, or because I found a way to be available to her when I saw her coming. After being served, she always sat at a table from where we were seeing each other.
We hardly talked because, always, one of us was always very busy. Me, running down the aisles of the mall delivering orders over the phone and she serving customers in the store where she worked.
When I could, I stopped by to see her. In those moments, I leaned against the window and we were talking nonsense. But always for a short time and rarely alone. The store was always full or the owner was there.
I knew she was engaged. She wore a visible ring on her finger. But I couldn’t deny that we had been flirting for some time. Our eyes were right and each found the other very fast. She instigated me. I love a woman who stares, looks in the eyes, doesn’t hesitate or flees from an insistent look. She stared. She looked in the eyes. She never escaped my gaze. Yes, she is a cheeky woman. Very sure of you. Although it proved to be the exact opposite of most girls who worked at the mall. She was serious, she was always kind but left no room for them to be funny with her. And, whenever necessary, he made his alliance visible to the person he spoke to. I was, of course, the only one there who played and joked with her, but always without exceeding a certain limit, in gestures and words. But our eyes were always looking beyond all borders. There was no limit for them.
One morning I went to make a delivery and passed the store and, when she saw me, she made a sign and went to meet me in the hall. He reached out and handed me an envelope asking me to give it to my boss. He explained that it was the invitation to his wedding, which would be in twenty days. I said I would gladly deliver it and she turned and went back to the store. I don’t know what came over me at the time. I just went after her and asked her, suddenly, looking into her eyes “Have you ever kissed on the stairs?” She looked at me seriously, and replied, “I have, yes. But never here.” We both laughed and I went to deliver it.
On the way back I stopped at the store and waited for her to serve a customer. Finally, when we were alone, I said, “I’ll wait for you there,” I turned my back and left. I stopped at a point on the stairs and waited for her to appear.
It was not long before I saw her walking up the steps slowly but decidedly, without looking around, without any hesitation, without looking insecure or afraid. When he approached where he was, I opened a door he was leaning against and motioned for him to enter. We were in a small room that was used as a deposit for the cafeteria and for which I had the key. From inside, we could hear people going up or down the stairs. Then, we silently hug and kiss. In the beginning it was a light kiss, of recognition, of approach. But quickly our tongues started a battle in our mouths, curling, pushing, each wanting to swallow the other. We squeezed to the point of almost crushing ourselves. My dick was getting so hard that it was impossible for her not to feel that he was compressing her legs. Very slowly she took it in her hand and, while we kissed, she played with it, squeezing, pulling. I unzipped my pants and she took off my cock, bent down and started sucking, licking and swallowing with avidity and a lot of category. I stroked her tits, which I had already pulled out of my bra and ran my hand over her ass. I stuck my hand inside her shorts and smoothed her pussy, playing with it, letting my finger caress her full lips, lightly squeezing her clitoris. Without being able to even moan, she squeezed me, closed her eyes, shivered, squirmed with pleasure. Without saying anything, he took off his shorts and panties, leaned against a crate on all fours, spread his legs and, taking my dick, leaned it against his pussy. I tucked it in pleasantly and fucked it with rhythmic movements while she rolled, pushed and pranced her ass and made my dick go out and in. Until we came. Nobody saw us leave. She told me that she had never been fucked except by her fiance.

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