In the Janitorial Closet

Audrey Rocio Ramirez slid a hand through her thick, curly locks, shaking them out in an effort to get some cooler air to her sweat-damp scalp. It was a hot, muggy day, and the control booth she was standing in was in full view of the hot California sun. It was no surprise she was hot.

"My beautiful blooming Argentine rose!" Audrey spun around in surprise as she heard a familiar voice calling out gaily behind her. He saw a smile appear on her face in place of the scowl that had developed.

"Buenos dias, Reginald," she replied once the man had gotten closer. "How's the shop going?"

Reg grinned toothily, his front teeth reminding Audrey of an overeager beaver. "It's doing splendidly. Whiskers is watching it while I nip off for lunch." Reg looked down at his gloved hands, splaying his fingers as if he were inspecting his nails. "Speaking of which, darling..."

With a smirk, Audrey glanced down at the day's shift summary, taped to the control panel in her booth. "I get a break in ten minutes. Mind buying me a hot dog?"

"Not at all, sweet," Reginald replied, taking Audrey's hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Despite herself, Audrey blushed, and yanked her hand away. "I gotta get back to work. See you in ten." She turned around, her co-worker giving the signal that the ride was full; he looked a little perturbed, like he'd been doing it longer than usual. Giving him an apologetic gesture, she started up the ride.

Precisely ten minutes later, Reginald had returned, juggling three hot dogs, two bags of potato chips, and two bottles of water. "I'll never understand who thought it was a good idea to put water in a bottle," Reg commented with a scowl, handing Audrey her food.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Reg," Audrey said, shaking her head. "They're easier to carry than cups, aren't they?"

"I suppose." He was planning to just enjoy a quick meal with the woman, and started to lead her toward their favorite picnic table nearby; but Audrey seemed to have other ideas. As they passed the familiar janitorial closet near the teacup ride, the Latina girl grabbed the sleeve of Reginald's coat and dragged him inside, pulling the door shut behind them.

"Reg," she said, her voice already breathless. "Come on, let's have a quickie before we eat." She set her food on an empty shelf and started to unfasten her overalls encouragingly.

Reg was momentarily distracted as Audrey's flat, smooth stomach was revealed, but soon came to his senses and stashed his food alongside hers. "Well, if you insist..." As she slid out of her overalls, he kneeled, reaching for the waistband of her panties to slide them down to her ankles. As she lifted one booted foot to step out of them, he caught her thigh with his hand, leaning in to swipe his tongue across the juncture of thigh and hip. Her skin was salty with sweat, and he smirked into it, his tongue starting to move closer to her most private place.

Audrey threw her head back and reached up, feeling for something solid she could hold onto. They'd done this enough that she quickly found a large hook securely fastened to the wall, and grabbed onto it with both hands as she arched her back. "Come on, I want you in me..."

Loath to disappoint a lady, Reg only spent a few moments exploring Audrey with his tongue and lips before he stood to remove his jacket, pants and gloves. The two of them had perfected the art of half-clothed coupling, given the limited space and time that they were afforded. It was Reginald's opinion that leaving clothes on reminded them both that they couldn't bask in their afterglows, since Audrey had to get back to work and he couldn't exactly stay alone in the closet.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly, priming himself at her entrance.

"Jesus Christo, man, just fuck me," Audrey moaned, shifting her hips in anticipation. Reg needed no more invitation, and he sank himself into her, marveling at how he filled her even after all their trysts. She moved along with his thrusts, meeting him every time, her Latina hips certainly not lying about how much pleasure she was receiving from him.

As much as he enjoyed making sweet, long love to the fiery Argentine woman, he craved these quick-and-dirty sessions almost as much. He could feel his orgasm brewing deep in his gut, and judging by the panting, shuddering mess Audrey had become, she was close as well. He smirked and buried his face into her neck, using his teeth to pull her shirt collar aside so that he could nip and suck at her collarbone. The younger woman gasped and arched her back, pressing her small breasts against his chest in an effort to seek more sensation. "Ahhh, Reg, por favor..."

With a grunt, Reginald thrust harder, moving one hand down to start playing with her sensitive clitoris. Stimulating the small nub of flesh always made Audrey cry out, so he preemptively kissed her, swallowing the sound he knew she would make. And make noise she did, as the additional sensation pushed her over that precipice into endless pleasure. Her tunnel pulsed around Reg's erection, making his eyes roll as he continued to thrust and rub until her aftershocks subsided. Pulling out of her vagina, Reg gently reached up to take her hands, helping her lower them out of their position tightly gripping that hook on the wall.

"Mmmmm..." Audrey's eyes fluttered open, looking up at Reginald sweetly. "Can I taste you?"

Swallowing heavily as his erection jumped at the thought, the man could only nod. In a reversal of their earlier positions, Audrey slowly lowered herself to her knees, and with a smirk up at Reginald, took his erection into her mouth. His knees nearly buckled as she slurped her own fluids off of him, the vibrations of her actions traveling through his entire body. "Good Lord, Audrey... you really are quite kinky, aren't you?"

"I try." Audrey pulled back just long enough to speak those two small words before diving back in, taking all of Reg in one swift gulp. She bobbed her head, her throat tight around the head of his penis, and she swallowed once or twice just to hear him moan in pleasure.

"Audrey... darling, I'm close..." Reginald warned Audrey, expecting her to pull away as she'd done the few previous times she'd given him a blow job.

But Audrey had other ideas. Looking up at him with an absolutely wicked gleam in her eyes, she reached up to grasp his testicles, rubbing and rolling them with one hand while the other loosely grasped the base of his erection. She laved his length with her tongue and sucked on his tip, occasionally taking the whole thing deep into her throat. "Hmmm..." she hummed around him.

That did it. With a strangled moan, he released into her mouth, forcing her to swallow before she could choke. She slowly sucked him clean, pulling away with a small pop to let his softening length fall from her mouth. Wiping her lips on the back of her hand, she slowly got to her feet, reaching for her underwear and overalls.

Reginald helped her dress, kissing her slowly and tenderly as he fastened her overalls. "You're something else, Audrey darling," he murmured with a smile.

"So're you, Reg," Audrey replied. She glanced down at her watch, frowning a bit when she realized what time it was. "I'm late, I gotta get going." Giving Reg one more lingering kiss, she grabbed her food and dashed out the door, leaving the man alone and half-dressed in the closet.

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Reginald sighed a bit wistfully as he looked over at Audrey, watching her dancing with the tall, dark-skinned doctor at the Spring Dance. Her belly was still smooth, judging by the midriff-baring outfit she was wearing, but he thought he could see a hint of what could possibly be a baby bump. He was happy she'd found love with Dr. Sweet, but he would never forget those frenzied mid-afternoon quickies in that janitorial closet. Maybe later he could give Sweet a few pointers about how to please the fiery South American beauty...