It was late, the warehouse was dark except for the faint glow of the security lights. I was wrapping up the inventory in the back office when I heard Iona's forklift. A grin spread across my face; I knew what was coming.
Iona peeked into the office, her smile visible even in the dim light. "Still at it, then?" she asked, her voice smooth yet carrying the edge of the sea.
"Gotta keep this place straight," I replied, standing up and dusting off my jeans.
She leaned on the doorway, her silhouette framed by the light. "All work and no play makes for a dull night," she teased.
Our routine was set by now. I locked the main door, and Iona made sure the cameras were off or turned away. We had this secret pact, sealed with laughter and whispers.
Tonight, Iona had something different planned. She led me past the shelves to a spot where she'd stacked some soft packing materials. "Made us a wee bed," she chuckled.
I laughed, "You're always up to something, Iona."
She helped me up onto the pile, and it felt like we were on a cloud in the middle of this industrial space. The roof creaked above us, the only sound apart from our breathing.
The teasing stopped when Iona kissed me, her lips tasting of salt. My hands roamed her body, knowing exactly where to touch. It was hot, the cool metal of the shelves against my skin, mixing with our heat.
Everything was louder in the quiet, our breaths, our moans. Iona knew her way around, not just with forklifts but with my body too. She pushed me down onto the soft materials, her hands quick to undo my jeans, and mine to lift her shirt, revealing the curve of her breasts. Our clothes were a barrier too long; we shed them in the dim light, the urgency of our desire clear.
Iona straddled me, her breath hitching as I entered her, the warmth and tightness enveloping me. The rhythm we found was primal, her hips moving in sync with mine, my hands gripping her waist, guiding her movements. The sound of our skin slapping together was a stark contrast to the quiet of the warehouse, each thrust deeper, each moan louder. Iona's nails dug into my shoulders, urging me on, her body tensing with pleasure. We fucked with the desperation of those who knew how fleeting these moments could be, each movement drawing us closer to that edge.
Just as we were catching our breath, we heard the lock on the door. Shite. We quickly got dressed, my heart racing. It was just the cleaning crew, but damn, that close call was intense.
We laughed it off, the scare adding to the thrill. As we fixed ourselves up, Iona whispered, "We should do this outside the warehouse sometime."
That suggestion hung in the air. I thought about it while we finished up. The idea of taking this out of the shadows, into the open, was scary but exciting.
She walked me to my car, the night air cooling us down after our steamy session.
"Tomorrow?" I asked, half joking.
"Tomorrow, and the next day, and the one after that," Iona promised, her voice suggesting more than just another quickie.
Driving home, I started to regret what happened and especially suggesting it happen again.
Mainly because Iona was my best mates wee sister and he was going to be my best man later in the year! |
