Closing Time

The doors of the store are locked

Most of the lights are off

Sweeping up and closing registers

Boring but necessary tasks

Clocking out together as usual

Walking through the dark storeroom

Stopping before going through the door

Looking at one another expectantly

Your mouth is on me before I can speak

My hands yanking at your shirt

Kissing urgently, our time is short

Hands yanking my hair from the clip

Fumbling together with the condom

Laying me back on the boxes, exposed

Your cock entering me with desperation

My legs going around your waist

Whispered promises to each other

We know we cannot keep

He waits for me, she waits for you

They are distant in memory for now

I can smell the sex between us

Feeling you pumping into me brutally

Talking dirty to one another

Pushing each other to the limit

I come hard, tightening around you

Telling you I want yours

You approach the brink soon after

Pulling from me and removing the condom

I sit up and take you in my mouth

You can’t contain yourself another moment

Exploding to the back of my throat

As I milk every drop from you

A little longer together, a risk we take

One more time from the back

You playing with my clit this time

Coming together with muffled moans

Cooling down and steadying our breath

Using the restroom to clean up

Kissing hard as we get dressed

Delaying the inevitable separation

Leaving as we should have before

Getting into our separate cars

Driving to our separate homes

To the waiting lives we spend apart

We’re scheduled to work together

Every night this week

To close up the store as a team

And taking selfish pleasure where we can