Steamy Times at the Clockworks

And so there we were, I and Aralee. We had just had a fight over the correct piece for a customer's pocket-watch, but while she stood behind me, as I gently turned the wind-up key to the massive clock outside of the shop, I could feel a burning sensation radiating from her. It wasn't anger; It was carnal lustful passion. I spun around and gently lifted the gorgeous lady off her feet, holding her closely to my body. She didn't resist, even to the extent of jumping into my arms. Now pressed up against me, I could feel her warm breasts pushing us apart, while simultaneously pulling her towards me. "Now, Zypher," she purred, lustfully pointing me to the unoccupied work bench that we used as a table. Slowly but surely I set her onto the bench, and began to remove her leather apron, followed by her under-shirt and brassier, which apparently was unnecessary as her large, firm breasts could easily support themselves. Now completely disrobed, I began to get up onto the bench to join her. We embraced one another, still enjoying the simple warmth, as the musical twanging of the clockwork mechanisms pounded throughout our bodies. I looked into her eyes and moved in for an eternity of lips and tongues sliding and locking upon one another. Our young bodies were charged, and our bodies let the intense passion burst out. Our hands moved savagely but with gentleness, twice mine stopped upon her massive orbs of flesh, and stayed there for minutes at a time whilst their grip tightened and loosened repetitively, never once being able to handle the entire sphere alone. Her hands drifted toward my rear and grabbed furiously as we locked lips for a time. Soon, we were overflowing with our passion; nothing could stop us now. After I got into my position above her, it began. I thrust and a single wave of pleasure is felt throughout her body, twice more and I see her begin to bite her lip. Thrust upon thrust is felt pulse beneath her skin, as moans of multiple sexual orgasms erupt from her mouth. She seems to need a break, so I slow down. Her brassy-colored hair lay strewn about the bench beneath us, as some few strands rested upon her breasts and led down her front down to her naval. Looking back to her face I see look that clearly sends me the message that she was ready once again. Pound upon pound upon pound could be felt radiating from her in pure ecstasy. Her rhythmic orgasms also radiated but with supple and grateful moans. Soon climax was reached and we both let out a powerful moan, that, were it not for the intense musical sound of the shop itself, would have caused us to be fined for public indecency. Soon, we both dismounted, pulling our attire back on, and went back to resume our jobs as tinkers of The Clockworks. Aralee looked up at me as we neared the front desk, now slightly more disheveled than the last time we spoke to a customer, and said "The clock has only passed for five minutes, perhaps next time we can have more time to be together?" I knew what she wanted, but tying down a young couple in their 20's in a relationship seemed logically wrong. I nodded, "My place tonight. Okay?" Maybe I am crazy, but logic wasn't what put me with her in this time and place. May hap it was fate but I'd like to think that we control ourselves and our destiny. So I followed the love and emotion that bubbled up from our physical act, and agreed with my happiness while we were together. Perhaps I might follow my love where she is headed and I may have more than this last day to spend with her.