The Account Manager (closed for IntriguedLover)

She took his hand and led him over to the carousel. "Well, this was added last year and the ice creamery was added around the same time."

She took him over to the ice cream stand, "What do you want? My treat.." She smiled brightly as she held onto his arm and got as close as she could.
 
The warmth of her pressing against his side, not to mention the feel of her boobs around his arm, was having an effect; he could feel himself stiffening. 'Do they have Cassie flavor? That's my favorite," he said in a low voice against her hair. In a more normal voice, he said, "Strawberry."

She ordered the cones, and they proceeded down the pier licking and sucking the sweet treats. He couldn't keep from watching how her tongue swirled around the ice cream, sliding from the cone to the tip and around...he felt himself stiffening more. His erection was starting to get uncomfortable.

"Let's go down by the water," he suggested, hoping to distract himself from his own lascivious thoughts.
 
She giggled at the thought of what he mentioned, "No, I don't think they have that, but I can get that for you at a later time." She paid the person and they went down by the water. The gulls were flying overhead and diving down to the sand to pick up whatever they could scavenge. It was funny how the birds were going crazy.

She knew that his mind was elsewhere, possibly filled to the brim like hers was with naughty thoughts. The breeze coming off the water was filling her nostrils with salty air. She felt chilled and yet warm with him next to her. "So, how long do I have you for today?" she said with a very wide smile as she licked the cone very seductively.
 
Ben sighed. "Not as long as I'd like. I should be home by 3:eek:o." He looked at Cassie, licking the cone like it was the sexiest thing in the world to do--and the way she did it, it was.

They walked in quiet for a while, just enjoying the sun, the water, and each other. As they came closer to the pier, he spied a shack tucked under the pilings. "What's that?" he asked. She shrugged. "Let's investigate," he said, and took her hand to lead her over to it.

It was some sort of storage shed, he guessed, windowless, with a single door. He tried the handle; it was unlocked and yielded to his hand. As it swung open onto darkness, a wicked thought entered his head. "Ever do it in a shed?" he asked archly, and pulled her by the hand through the door.

The interior was musty, with some old bumper floats, rope, and some tall pump-spray cans jumbled about haphazardly, leaving about five feet square of space in the middle of the area. With the door closed it would be pitch dark, but that wouldn't matter for what he had in mind.

He tried the door to make sure it could be opened from the inside, then looking at her over his shoulder, he slowly and deliberately swung it closed.
 
"Aw, that's a shame," she said finishing the cone. She looked up into his eyes and followed him over to the shed. When he asked if she had ever done it in a shed, "Um, no. You wouldn't dare?" She was wanting to be playful with him and now she knew he was just as giddy as ever as she watched him close the door. She moved back against the wall and moved her hand up to her shirt and pulled it down across her shoulder. "What? You want some of this in here? You naughty man."

She pulled him in for a kiss and darted her tongue into his mouth. They were about to do it in a dirty old shed -- to her it was the hottest thing ever!
 
It was so dark he could hardly see her, even though she was wearing a white top. But he did see the whiteness at the upper corner of the blur that was her move downward, and he knew that she had pulled her top off of one shoulder, freeing her breast.

Then she pulled him in for a hot kiss, their lips mashing together, tongues playing tag, sliding over each other in wild abandon. One hand went behind her head, pressing her mouth in closer; the other dropped to squeeze and play with the breast so exposed. When they finally broke, he said huskily, "Want some of this? No, I want it all..."

His hands dropped to her shorts, feverishly unsnapping and unzipping them, shucking them down her legs along with her panties. One hand went back to playing with her tit, kneading it and plucking at the nipple, which was hard as a brick, puckered and stiff. They other clamped over her sex, rubbing and massaging it, the thumb playing with her engorged clit. He couldn't see it, but he knew from the wetness and her muffled moans under his mouth that it was erect, red, and ready...
 
She moaned into his mouth feeling his throbbing cock grind against her thigh. Soon she was undressed and feeling his hands against her breast and now her pussy, it was pushing her over the edge. Her body was responding to his actions beautifully. She was moaning and groaning at the actions and loved his touch. She moved her hand down to his pants and undid them, releasing his cock from its confines. She moved her hand over the shaft and began rubbing it, bringing moans from him at the same time.

"I want you...in me," she panted in between kisses. Their breathing was in sync now and they were having such an amazing time. She felt his cock begin to swell. "I want you to...fill me..Ben.." She moved her mouth up to his ear and began to nibble on the lobe, causing him to moan yet again.
 
He moved closer, trying to enter her, but the height difference defeated them; fucking standing up only works if the two people are the same height, or at least the relevant parts are. She would have to stand on something, or...

He felt behind and below him with one hand, moving backward, pulling her with him. His groping fingers found what he remembered seeing when he entered: a pile of cordage, about the right size and height...

He sat, heavily, on top of the pile, again pulling her with him so that she straddled his lap. Now things were situated properly. He reached between them, finding the base of his cock, and pulled it upright as she raised up, then held it steady as she lowered again, impaling herself on his length.

"Unhh!" he exhaled involuntarily as her sweet wetness enveloped him, gliding downwards effortlessly until he was totally buried within her. He lip-locked her again, one hand behind her head holding her mouth tight to his as she began rising and falling, slippy-sliding up and down his stiff, pulsing rod.
 
She gasped as he pulled her towards him. In the darkness, she couldn't see anything but being with him made her feel safe. She loved the feelings he filled her with. When she felt him sitting down, she moved with him. "Oh Ben," she said before he pulled her in for a kiss.

Moving her tongue in and out of his mouth, dueling with his own, it was bliss. The feeling of his cock within her tight cunt made her moan into his mouth as she was impaled by it.

She slid up and down on his throbbing member, feeling him go deeper and deeper within her. She could very well cum around his cock, squeeze him for all he had. She pulled back from the kiss long enough to say, "Unngh yes!" as she was fucked perfectly by him.
 
She was alternately bobbing and grinding, making little circles with her pelvis, pulling almost all the way out and then plunging as low as she could go. It was heaven. The delicious friction along the length of his turgid member felt so good, so wonderful...

"God, Cassie, you are so damned sexy; I can't get enough of you," he said during a break in their kissing marathon. "You're going to make me cum soon..." She said nothing, just continued bobbing, grinding, circling... The fact that it was pitch dark made it all the more erotic; he never knew what she was going to do or when. All he could do was sit back and accept the pleasure mounting in his body, layer on top of layer, like a sensual tapestry taking shape under the hands--or in this case, pussy--of a master weaver.
 
Cassie heard him saying that and yet she really could not say a word in return. She was in too much of a high right now fucking him here and now, in this dark shed. The fact that it was dark made it all the more sexy and that's what kept pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She leaned in and nibbled on his ear -- she knew that made him go crazy with a wildness only he could do. She breathed and moaned into his ear as she did so and brought moans from him as well. "Oh Ben," she said as she continued to glide her slick pussy along his shaft. The intensity began to increase as she got closer to her impending orgasm. "Make me cum, Ben...Cum with me.." she said moaning into his ear, sucking and nibbling on the ear lobe.
 
Ben was going crazy. The feel of her riding him, the tickling in his ear as she licked and sucked on it...he began bucking his hips up to meet her downride, using his hips to drive as deep into her as he could. Little moans escaped his throat on each thrust; he gripped her hips with his hands to pull her down as he thrust up. maximum leverage...

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, baby...I'm gonna cum..." he breathed out hoarsely. He vaguely remembered that she was a screamer, and moved one hand from her hips to cover her mouth, not roughly, but firmly. It wouldn't do to have screams of ecstasy issuing from a supposedly empty shed.

"Cum for me Cassie...cum for me...I can't hold it much longer, and I want to cum with you..." His movements became more urgent, more abandoned as every nerve ending in his straining cock stood on edge...
 
Cassie couldn't speak, her mouth was moaning and now he was covering her mouth. Cum for me Cassie...cum for me...I can't hold it much longer, and I want to cum with you... She moved his hand away from her mouth, "I'm gonna...oh fuck!!" she quickly moved his hand back up to muffle her screams.

She knew why he was doing so and held onto his shoulders while she rode him, they're hips grinding against one another. Her pussy was starting to contract as she came hard around his cock. "Mmmmahhhhh!!!" she screamed out into his hand.

He wasn't letting up, but she knew that he was also close. Him cumming could trigger another orgasm for her instantly. Her chest was heaving up and down, her breathing ragged as she felt him swell within her, signalling that he was getting close.
 
He felt more than heard her scream as she came, the vibrations against his fingers. That and the feel of her pussy muscles contracting along his length was all the signal he needed.

And none too soon--he couldn't have held back more than a few seconds, himself. With utter delight and relief, he relaxed his control. Instantly a powerful orgasm ripped through him, blasting out from his over-engorged cock though his entire body.

"AHHH! GODDD!" he gasped. He almost lost his grip on her mouth as his body contracted involuntarily, thrusting upward deep into her belly to empty his load of hot, thick jism there. He trembled in every limb as it went on and on: the darkness, the utter wickedness of doing her in a shed in a public place, the glorious warmth and tightness and slick wetness of her--it all combined to make him cum longer than he normally would have. He closed his eyes and simply rode that tidal wave of pleasure, content to let it take him wherever it would...
 
Every buck of his hips against her own drove her absolutely wild. The darkness of the shed brought out more energy from her as she rode him hard. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

When he came deep within her, her body was wracked once again by a strong climax. Feeling his cum deep within her warmed her and sent her crashing over the edge again. She felt him shaking underneath her weight.

When they both finally calmed down, she collapsed onto his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. "Fuck..that was great..you..you are...amazing Ben."
 
He held her up as best he could, considering he was weak himself, running his hands smoothly and gently up and down her back. He could feel his sperm leaking out of her as she sat, still impaled upon him; a trickle tickled its way down his softening member, over his nut sack to his taint. God knew what sort of stains he would have on his cargo shorts if she stayed where she was, even though he didn't want her to move. Ever again. So long as he lived.

"Sweetie...sugar...you have to get up off my lap. Please." he said. She stood, clumsily; he felt himself leave her warmth with a little 'plop', inaudible amid their heavy breathing. He shifted his weight and stood, holding onto her in the darkness. "We need to find your clothes..." It would be a cautious task in the dark, feeling and fumbling around...

"But first..." he reached into his back pocket and produced his handkerchief. "Wipe yourself. You don't want to make a mess of those pretty shorts you wore in here. Don't worry about the hanky; we'll leave it here for someone to puzzle over." And he giggled a little.
 
She kissed him once again and moved to get off of him. When he handed her the handkerchief, she giggled. "Yeah, they'll be saying, 'What in the...' then blame it on someone, or a bird." She laughed at the thought of it while she cleaned herself up. Her forehead had a thin sheen of sweat, showing that they had had a fun time. She finished getting dressed and fumbled around for the door handle.

"What should we do now? Is it still early enough for us to do some stuff or do you need to go home?" She really didn't want him to have to go, for pete's sake, she wanted him to be with her forever. "I think a carousel or a ride is in order, if you have time." She took his hand and opened the door, the ocean in view.
 
He let her lead him into the sunlight and open air, which seemed somehow brighter and sweeter than it had when they went in. He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead tenderly. "We have some time, yet. Let's go do something childish and fun."

And he let her lead him by the hand down the beach towards the pier.
 
"Alright!" She took him, basically dragging him down the pier and then looped her arm in his own, getting as close to him as she physically could. She took him to a pop-gun stall. There was this huge panda bear hanging on the front.

"I bet you could win that for me, huh?" she said with a smile.
 
He looked at her, and at the guns, and at the Panda. "Welllll....." he said dubiously. "I can try, I guess...but don't expect miracles, Sweetness."

He paid the man and picked up the bb gun; it was fastened to the counter with a chain which was just short enough that he had to bend over awkwardly to aim. One of their little tricks to throw you off... he thought, and mentally shrugged. The house always wins.

He went through several magazines of bb's, without managing to actually win anything. Always close, but never there. By the time he had had enough, they were both laughing at how bad he was. Finally he put the gun down. "Not today, Sweetness. Maybe another time." He glanced around and asked, "Fancy a horse ride?" Taking her hand, he led her to the carousel and they got in line.
 
Cassie watched as he tried to shoot the BB gun. She knew he tried his hardest, "It's alright, baby." She kissed him deeply and followed him to the carousel line. "Oh I haven't been on one of these in years," she admitted.

She loved how he called her 'sweetness'. She held onto him like he was always hers. She knew that one day everything might come out in the open and she would have to let him go before all hell broke loose. But right now, he was hers and that's all there is to it.

The line got shorter and shorter until they were next. "Are you going to ride with me?" she asked looking him in the eyes, big pouty lips showing.
 
He laughed and leaned in close. "That only seems fair, since you were riding me just a little while ago..." he whispered in her ear, then kissed it.

They got on and picked two horses next to each other, and they were off. The day was perfect, he thought...sunshine, music, and a beautiful girl next to him, laughing in joy...

When the ride ended, they stopped outside the exit. He leaned down and kissed her softly, slipping his arm around her waist. "What's next?" he asked. "Want to try one of the other rides, or shall we just walk a bit?"
 
She chuckled at the notion that she had just ridden him. They got on the ride and the wind was flowing through her hair as she rode next to him. She hadn't been so happy in a long time and it was with him.

They got off and she returned his kiss with one of her own. She loved the way his arm felt around her. She thought about what they should do next. "Well, it's entirely up to you. I think we can walk the beach again and find seashells." She was just enjoying the fact that she was out in public with him and there was not a care in the world.
 
They walked along the water for a while, Cassie looking for seashells along the waterline. All was going great. Ben would have to leave soon, he knew, but for now...

He glanced up the beach and froze in his tracks. Turning suddenly to face the other way, he said, "Cassie: Don't look up, and don't look at me. I'm going to walk back to my car, now, and go home. You stay here for a little while after I'm gone. I can't explain now, but I'll try to call you or text you later. I had a beautiful day, Sweetness; thank you for coming out with me."

And he began walking purposefully back the way they'd come, hoping that she was staying behind as asked. He wanted to look to check, but couldn't afford to do so. As he'd glanced up the beach, he'd spotted one of the senior partners sitting with his wife. To be seen together here, now, would cause questions, questions he would have to come up with answers for, and at the moment he wasn't feeling all that creative.

And once again it was brought crashing home to him: They couldn't go out in public together. He'd wanted to believe that this was far enough away from his usual haunts that it wouldn't be a problem, but he was wrong. No place is safe for us, he thought dismally. No place...

He would try hard to work out how he could get away for a weekend upstate in that cabin she'd mentioned. But for now...a wonderful day had turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and the depression he felt because of it had no limit.
 
She was bent over looking at a sand dollar when she heard him say that. She was shocked at his behavior all of a sudden. She wondered why he had said that. "Yes sir," she responded when she knew that he was gone, she stood up, sand dollar in hand. It soon fell from her grip when she saw that it was Mrs. Crawford. But, Mr. Garrison from the board was with her.

She was saddened that he had to go so soon, but she understood. They couldn't be found out together, not at any chance. She turned around and walked up the steps leading from the beach. She had picked up the sand dollar once again and headed to her vehicle.

The whole drive home, Cassie thought about how she might have to break it off with him. She really didn't want to, but that close encounter got her to thinking. She had hoped his wife hadn't seen them. With all her heart, she loved him but to save him, she might have to tell him no from now on.

She walked in the door to her loft and closed it behind her. She walked to her sofa and sprawled out. She thought about what to do. She decided to leave it all up to him. She would await his call or text. She's not going to be the one to break it off, she loves him too much.

It was then that her phone buzzed, she picked it up to see it was from him.
 
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