Friday. "Four twenty-one."
With a smile, she read aloud the numbers displayed on the clock she had been watching. Light breaths and touches promptly gave way to heavy sighs and lustful gropes. His face rose to re-join hers, having spent a blissful six minutes between her thighs.
She couldn't see much with the lights off, and blinds drawn closed. But even so, she was intimately familiar with the sounds and scents of her surroundings: light traffic noise in front, air conditioning units whirring above, the steady drip of coffee drizzling beside her, the aroma of the brewing coffee and oil paints.
Standing between her legs as she sat on the counter, he pushed her robe aside to grip her stout nipple. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and as his hand encircled her bare breast, her hand pushed down his boxers and encircled his cock.
After a few seconds of stroking, his dick was hard enough, so she felt around to retrieve the square foil packet, opened it, and pulled out the condom. His hand gave assistance, and before the clock's numbers advanced, he was sheathed.
Her legs parted as his cock nestled between her thighs, pausing briefly before pushing inside her neatly manicured pussy. Her bare, swollen labia were parted by his advancing shaft, and his thick pubic hair met her trimmed bush with just the second stroke,
Both knew there was no time for lovemaking. So as such, both were content and intent simply to fuck, and fuck hard. He drove into her vigorously, their breathing and gasping and grunting soon drowning out the surrounding sounds of traffic. She wrapped her legs and arms around him tightly, matching his thrusts with shoves of her own. Their bodies crushed into each other, their mouths kissing and licking and nipping at each other's earlobes and necks, fucking like time was short.
Time was short. He gripped her bare ass with both hands, watching the breast he had released bounce between their chests.
She leaned back on her hands, knees wide, as he spit on his thumb and ground it onto her clit.
"Oh, Fuck!" she cried out. "Fuck, yessss!" She laid back all the way, as his cock ravaged her.
"I want it on me this time," she growled, taking ownership of her clitoris.
"Uhhh," he groaned. "On you? Yes?"
"Yes, fuck, do it on me!" she started to climax, knees flailing, fingers digging at her sex.
"Ohh God," came the reply with a grimace. He fed her pussy long, full, deep strokes as she released her juices.
In the midst of her trembling and gasping, he pulled out; bunching the condom down till it came off. Grunting and panting, he squirted three globs of cum onto her stomach and hand right above her muff. He emptied the rest onto her thigh, watching it run down her skin onto the counter top.
"Oh, fuuuuck," cooed she, gliding her fingers through the fresh goo. "Matisse!"