The door swung shut as I felt a strong body press up against my back and my bag dropped to the floor as both of my hands were pulled up over my head, then held against the wall. Just a friendly kiss on the cheek, a half hug, just like any other old friends meeting. I’d give you another friendly little peck, and I’d leave with a confident smile. I gasped as rough fingers found my nipple and pinched gently, and I felt my knees buckle slightly, but I was held in place by the hard body pressed against mine. The weight shifted and now that velvety head was pressing against my mouth, pushing my lips open and forcing its way inside. I’d just go. I felt self-conscious and pulled the little bolero jacket over my cleavage, cursing myself again for wearing something so revealing. I felt self-conscious and pulled the little bolero jacket over my cleavage, cursing myself again for wearing something so revealing.
