Five Minute Fantasies 2 by Cathryn Cooper

Author:Cathryn Cooper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Xcite Books
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Backstory

by Frances Jones

Moments after the mayor’s gavel-stroke marked the adjournment of a blessedly brief City Council meeting, my competitor and I were locked in a City Hall janitor’s closet, fumbling with each other’s clothes.

His teeth studied my neck as I unbuttoned his corduroy trousers, the heat rising from his groin. I dove in with my hands, then backed up against a sturdy shelf and propped myself against it before pulling him inside me. There was no floor space to speak of, and his reporter’s arms were too damaged by years of high-speed typing to lift my sturdy frame. Besides, we were both on deadline and there wasn’t much time.

We weren’t always like this. I faintly hated him the first time I saw him. He was there, in the back row of a gossip-filled neighbourhood meeting I thought only I knew about, whispering with residents and taking pages of notes. He never looked at me, never saw the barbs in my eyes.

My scorn only grew as he managed to dig up just as many exclusive stories for his newspaper as I did for mine. His name and by-line were the reason I swore under my breath each morning and worked late each night, trying to beat him in the next day’s edition.

We were thrust together – literally – during a standing-room-only press conference at the international airport. Dozens of reporters crowded around the talking heads as they brought hurricane victims’ pets in by plane and took them to local animal shelters. He was standing just behind me – towering over me, more precisely, since he is nearly a foot taller than I am.

I’d never been so close to him; one tends to keep a safe distance from one’s imagined nemesis. We were both scribbling frantically in our notebooks when the network-news cameraman in front of me stepped back, bumping me directly into the man I’d worked so hard to avoid. I started to mumble an apology, but when I felt his erection pressing against me I lost all powers of language.

I looked up at him, studying his liquid mahogany eyes, three-day stubble and tangle of dark, curly hair. With a quick tilt of his head and a tug of my hand, he beckoned me to follow him. He led me silently down a hall and into a small office whose floor space was nearly filled by a desk and two armchairs. There, with the late-afternoon gloom shining in through the venetian blinds and the planes roaring on the tarmac outside, he sat down in one of the chairs and unbuttoned his khakis, letting his cock spring free. He quickly sheathed it with a condom, and then raised my skirt, slid my underpants down, and lowered me onto his lap.

I squeezed his legs together between my thighs and rode him as he clutched my breasts from behind. His gasping breath jetted hot streams of air across my shoulders. With one hand on my clitoris, my orgasm came quickly, subsiding just in time for me to feel him spasming inside of me.

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