Fuck by Janitor

My name is Brittany and I am 19 years old I live in a small apartment building on the edge of town it is not fancy but it is home I work at a local store during the day stocking shelves and helping customers the job pays okay but it leaves me tired every night my days are routine wake up go to work come home eat sleep but lately things feel different there is this tension inside me that I cannot shake I think about sex a lot more than before maybe it is because I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago he was boring in bed never really satisfied me now I am single and my body craves touch

The building where I live has a janitor named Mike he is in his late 40s tall with rough hands and a beard that scratches when he smiles I see him around mopping floors fixing leaks or carrying trash bags he always nods at me and says hello in his deep voice at first I ignored him just another face but over time I started noticing his strong arms the way his shirt clings to his chest when he sweats one day I caught him staring at my legs when I wore a short skirt to work his eyes lingered and I felt a heat between my thighs I pretended not to notice but that night I touched myself thinking about him

It started small I would linger in the hallway when he was working chat about the weather or ask if he could check my sink he would come to my door toolbox in hand and fix whatever I made up each time he got closer brushing against me accidentally his smell was musky like sweat and soap I liked it one evening after a long shift I came home exhausted my blouse was sticky from the heat and my bra felt tight I kicked off my shoes and headed to the kitchen for water that is when I heard knocking it was Mike

Brittany he said through the door I noticed your light flickering again want me to take a look I hesitated but let him in he stepped inside his boots heavy on the floor I watched him as he fiddled with the lamp his muscles flexing under his t-shirt my heart beat faster I sat on the couch crossing my legs feeling exposed in my work skirt thanks Mike I said trying to sound casual no problem he replied wiping his hands on his pants his eyes met mine and held you look tired he added yeah long day I sighed leaning back he sat next to me on the couch closer than needed his thigh touched mine and I did not move away

We talked for a bit about nothing really but the air felt thick I could feel his gaze on my chest where my buttons strained my nipples hardened under the fabric Mike you ever get lonely here I asked boldly he chuckled low sometimes yeah especially at night me too I whispered his hand moved to my knee squeezing gently I did not pull away instead I turned to him our faces inches apart he leaned in and kissed me his lips were rough demanding I kissed back opening my mouth letting his tongue slide in it tasted like coffee and tobacco

His hands roamed up my thighs pushing my skirt higher I gasped as his fingers brushed my panties they were damp already Brittany you are so wet he growled pulling back to look at me I nodded biting my lip touch me I said he did not need more he yanked my panties down exposing my pussy his rough fingers rubbed my clit circling slow then fast I moaned arching my back it felt so good better than my own hands he slipped a finger inside me then two pumping in and out my juices coated his skin fuck you are tight he said

I reached for his belt fumbling with it let me see your cock I begged he stood unzipping his pants his cock sprang free thick and veined hard as rock it was bigger than my ex's I wrapped my hand around it stroking up and down he groaned thrusting into my grip suck it Brittany he ordered I dropped to my knees mouth watering I took him in licking the head tasting his pre-cum salty then I sucked deeper bobbing my head his hands tangled in my hair guiding me deeper he said pushing to the back of my throat I gagged but kept going saliva dripping down my chin

After a few minutes he pulled me up I want to fuck you now he bent me over the couch ass in the air he hiked my skirt up and slapped my ass hard I yelped the sting turning to pleasure spread your legs he commanded I did and felt his cock press against my entrance he thrust in hard filling me completely oh god I cried as he stretched me he grabbed my hips pounding deep and fast each slap of his body against mine sent shocks through me my pussy clenched around him wet sounds filling the room

He fucked me rough no holding back his balls smacked my clit with every thrust I pushed back meeting him wanting more harder Mike fuck me harder I screamed he obliged gripping my hair pulling my head back you like that slut he grunted yes yes I panted my orgasm built fast coiling tight then it hit waves crashing over me I came hard shaking pussy squeezing his cock he kept going not stopping turn around he said flipping me onto my back

Now he spread my legs wide and entered again face to face I could see his eyes dark with lust he sucked on my neck leaving marks his hands squeezed my tits pulling my blouse open buttons popped flying he pinched my nipples twisting them I moaned wrapping my legs around him fuck me cum inside me I begged he thrust deeper grunting with effort sweat dripped from his brow onto my skin I am close he said me too again we moved together bodies slick

His pace quickened erratic then he roared burying deep hot cum flooded my pussy pulse after pulse I came with him clenching milking every drop we collapsed breathing heavy his cock softened inside me leaking out that was amazing I whispered he smiled kissing my forehead yeah it was

After that night everything changed between us Mike and I shared a secret connection that made my days brighter I still went to work stocking shelves and smiling at customers but now my mind wandered to him during quiet moments I would remember the feel of his hands the taste of his skin and a warmth would spread through me we did not rush into more right away instead we built on that one intense evening with stolen glances in the hallway and brief touches when no one was looking

Mike continued his rounds mopping and fixing things around the building but he paid extra attention to my apartment checking in on small things like the door lock or the window latch each visit was innocent on the surface but charged with unspoken desire I found myself dressing a bit nicer around the building a fitted top here a skirt there just to see his eyes light up when he saw me he noticed and his smiles grew warmer his deep voice lingered a little longer when we talked

One afternoon I was in the lobby sorting my mail when he walked by with a bucket in hand our eyes met and he paused hey Brittany everything good at your place yeah just fine I replied but my voice came out softer than I meant he nodded but did not move right away instead he leaned against the wall casual like we are you settling in okay after that long week at work I shrugged trying to play it cool but my cheeks warmed yeah getting there he stepped closer his voice low I have been thinking about you a lot you know that I bit my lip nodding I have too it is hard not to

We kept our distance in public aware of the building rules and nosy neighbors but privately we texted simple messages good morning or see you around that evolved into more personal things like I miss your touch or cannot stop replaying that night those words made my heart race and my body ache for him again but we held back savoring the anticipation it made everything feel more alive my job at the store seemed less dull because I had this secret world with Mike to look forward to

As weeks passed I opened up to him about my life over coffee in my kitchen one evening he listened as I talked about growing up in a small town moving here for a fresh start and the breakup that left me feeling lost he shared too about his years working odd jobs the divorce that hit him hard and how this janitor gig kept him steady there was something comforting in his stories his rough exterior hid a kind heart and I felt seen in a way I had not before with anyone else

I started confiding in him about my dreams too I wanted to go back to school maybe study art or something creative but money was tight the store job helped with rent and basics but not much else Mike encouraged me you have talent Brittany do not let go of that he said his hand brushing mine across the table that small touch sent sparks through me reminding me of our passion we talked late into the night about possibilities futures that felt within reach because of him

The building community noticed changes in me too my friend from down the hall Sarah commented one day you seem happier lately glowing even I laughed it off blaming it on better sleep but inside I knew it was Mike he brought out a side of me that was confident playful even bold I walked taller smiled more and took better care of myself buying fresh flowers for my windowsill or trying new recipes in my tiny kitchen life felt fuller richer because of our connection

One rainy afternoon I was home early from work curled up with a book when my phone buzzed it was Mike stuck in the basement with a leak can you bring me a towel I smiled grabbing one from the bathroom and heading down the stairs the basement was dim and cool smelling of damp concrete and cleaner he was on his knees by a pipe water dripping around him thanks he said taking the towel his fingers grazing mine again that spark ignited I lingered watching him work his shirt damp clinging to his back

We chatted while he finished the job about the storm outside and how it mirrored the one inside me sometimes wild and unpredictable he stood wiping his hands and looked at me seriously Brittany that night it meant something to me more than just fun I nodded my throat tight it did to me too we stood close the air humming with tension but we pulled back remembering where we were instead we planned a quiet evening later that week just talking no pressure but the undercurrent was there always

My family called sometimes checking in from back home they asked about my job my plans and I shared bits leaving out the exciting parts mom sensed something you sound different Brittany more sure of yourself I am figuring things out I said and it was true Mike helped me see my strength my independence I saved a little money each paycheck dreaming of that art class and he cheered me on every step

Friends from work invited me out more noticing my upbeat mood we went to a local bar one night laughing over drinks and I felt free not tied to the past or worries about tomorrow Mike texted me good night be safe and I smiled into my phone knowing he cared in his quiet way our bond grew not just physical but emotional a foundation that made me stronger

As fall approached the leaves turned outside my window and I felt a shift inside too I was ready for more in life school friends maybe even telling my family about the real me Mike was part of that journey our one shared intimate moment a catalyst for change it awakened desires and dreams I had pushed aside now I pursued them with energy he became my confidant my supporter and in quiet moments my fantasy

Winter came with snow blanketing the town and I decorated my apartment with lights and a small tree Mike helped string the lights one chilly evening his laughter filling the space as we worked together it was simple domestic but perfect we shared hot cocoa afterward talking about holidays past and hopes for new ones his presence warmed me more than any fire

Spring brought renewal flowers blooming and I signed up for that art class finally the first day nervous but excited I told Mike about it over the phone his pride evident you deserve this Brittany go shine I did sketches coming alive on paper inspired by life around me including him his strong form his gentle eyes

Summer heat returned and with it lazy days off I spent time reading in the park or walking the neighborhood Mike joined me sometimes on breaks we sat on a bench watching people go by hands almost touching the comfort of just being together was enough after our intense beginning

Through it all that one night stayed vivid in my memory the roughness the passion the connection it bonded us in ways words could not explain I grew from it became bolder in my art my job my life Mike too seemed lighter less burdened by his past we supported each other quietly steadily