Robbery in Progress

I was looking stupidly at the refreshment aisle in a convenient store when suddenly, I dropped into a robbery in process. Another kid and I hid in the closet and others scattered towards the back door. The closet door locked from the inside, we thought that was strange, so locked the door we did, and waited for the rescue or the screams. Several bottles broke. Tiers of perfectly  organized snacks strewed about from the person holding up the place up, one would image or, from the gunshots we heard as well, who knew. I figured...if we are going to die today, I'd rather kiss this boy in the closet cleaning supplies than to be subjected to bullets or humiliation. The boy must have felt the same because when we locked eyes, our lips met. His kiss tasted of fear and longing. I met his higher self while we carefully made out in a locked closet, from the inside, while a full on robbery and gunshots was in progress. 

 His hands slowly traced the sides of my body, drawing his thumbs to my nipples meeting his first fingers in a twisting maneuver simultaneously gripping my mouth-safe breasts downwardly. I almost lost myself as well as where we were, if not for the loud screams getting closer to our vicinity. His gaze drowned out the sounds plastering the wood door haphazardly shielding us from the robbery in progress. 

 He slide his hand up my skirt, revealing I had not a stitch on, gushing like a river, my eyes rolled back into my head. I could feel his satisfaction. The closet became warm and steamy. His gaze never breaking. His hand is the pied piper and my solo is about to begin. He lifts one leg over his shoulder as he carefully croutches down then, uses the same methods to receive the other leg. The young man stood on his knees tasting me while his fingers filled my mouth and continued to pinch my nipple simultaneously mouth raping me with incredible pleasure. The heat continued to rise in the closet, in the convenient store, during a robbery, while receiving pleasure. He lowered my body from his face to his fat cock, slowly. Eyes never seem to stray from my own. His discovery of my excitement made me produce more honey and it began to drip down my legs. When he entered me, just the tip mind you, I could not control my gasp. We were afraid people heard us. We were afraid we would be found. We were afraid that this was our last moment, we may die so, he sat me firmly upon his lap and waited for me to breathe out. With his left hand , he held my hair.  With his right hand, he held down my right shoulder firmly,  injecting his fat cock inside me. She pulsates around him tightly. I bite my lip hard. He kissed my mouth softly, never loosing my eye sight. His gaze soft, warm and inviting. Honey dripped all over his lap and further. I responded in kind gyrating for more of his pleasure. The young man's controlled gave in when he felt me begin to quiver. My heart rate quickened, my breath, a hallowed since of deep pleasure. He released at my surrender and couldn't stop kissing me until I was satisfied with a few more eruptions. We stood there admiring the freedom we shared with one another without judgements. We stood in silence waiting for another sign the chaos continued or that it was over. We waited to hear sirens in the distance racing towards our direction, assuming. That's when he kissed my cheek and placed his hand up my skirt again, finger fucking me. Breathing heavily onto the back of my neck, ear and hair. The young man began to touch that fat dick eagerly as if to say he had not finished and wanted more. Wild with excitement and adrenaline, I began to overflow onto his fingers. Glistening in the closet of a convenient store. The young man spun me around and shoved his fat cock into me from behind. He made me squat down a bit, with what little room we had in the closet, lift my hips towards the ceiling and bounce on his cock really hard. He wanted to hear his balls slap up all that wetness making it sticky and stringy. He pulled my hair and choked me, staring into my right eye darling me to make a sound so that he may continue his deep giving. The young man etched my eruption one after another playing with fire, during a robbery in process, in a closet, with a stranger, having the best sex of my existence.

Silence fell to the room which made the young man stop mid stroke. Sirens from a distance closing in. The sounds of shuffling feet and fallen goods being kicked. The release of breath that was held for far too long, all moving towards the exit of the store. The young man looks back at me, slides his fat cock into me slowly. He stares into my eyes waiting for my approval, I didn't hesitate. I began to move my hips slowly on his lap trying to find that magic spot he touched before. And for the next few minutes we presumed our robbery sex in the closet until authorities arrived to give them a statement.