I Asked If I Was Crushable

You said definitely, heart-eye emoji. I have been thinking about how I want you to show me. I want you to take me to your favorite hang, that funky part of town with character and local shops that smell of dust, old tobacco, and forgotten dreams. Take me to your favorite spot for a dirty chai and as we walk the streets hand-in-hand, I want you to pull me into a tucked-away alley. Crush me a against a wall. I want to feel your hands and mouth on me and know that I have consumed your affection, if only briefly. "I still want my dirty chai."

You clean up my smeared lipstick with your thumb and I return the favor, ensuring you are presentable for our well-timed exit.

The chai was great. I especially enjoyed playing footsie and our fingers dancing together on the table, reminiscent of my eighth grade crush.

"Show me art - I don't care the medium." You take me to some space, a studio of sorts - there's in installation you've been wanting to see. As we climb the stairs to the loft I misstep and you crush your hand in the small of my back, around my waist to steady me. "Thanks," I all but whisper in your ear as I turn back to finish my ascent. The art is decent, the view of the sunset through the ancient stained-glass windows and the play of color it casts on the floor, stunning.

"Let's get out of here." We grab a bite to go, some Thai noodles and mango sticky rice. The view of the city is worth the trip back to my hotel.

In the elevator you tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. And now I crush you against the elevator wall and steal a deep kiss before the ding and retreat of the doors.

We both laugh - recognizing that we are dorky adolescents trapped in grown-up bodies, feeling like we're "getting away with something."

We arrive at my hotel room - I ditch the sling back sandals. While they make my ass look great, they kill my feet...plus now I can look up at you. Very crushable.

"I didn't oversell it did, I? The view?"

"No, it's pretty great from where I'm standing." Seventeen year-old me blushes again.

I invite you out to the balcony, you make a poor attempt at a dad joke about falling. A callback to my misstep at the gallery, but really an excuse to wrap your arms around me and press against my back. I feel you breathe me in. Shampoo, sweat, that essential oil blend I make (fuckin' hippie). I feel your mouth curl into a wicked smile against neck. I catch my breath in my throat.

You allow your hands to wander a bit asking if it's ok. "Are you cold? Do you want to go inside? Can I unbutton your dress?"

"No. No. Yes, please."

Your hands are warm, despite the goosebumps on my chest and arms. I lean back into you and allow you to caress my breasts. "Can I go further?" "Yes."

You slide my dress off and allow it to pool at my feet. You are pleased to discover I have on a garter belt, though no stockings. "Hmm, interesting wardrobe choice."

"The stockings chaffed my thighs, but like how my ass looks in a garter. What can I say?"

You slide down my body removing the garter belt and my thong in a move Houdini would approve of. "May I have your wrists please?" "Yes."

"The city is really quite lovely at night isn't it? I'm glad you got a room with a balcony. I hope the neighbors enjoy the show." I smile. Big.

You turn me around to finally face you, my wrists now bound in my garter belt behind my back. You smile. Well, your mouth smiles, your eyes are already fucking me.

You lean in to kiss my neck, nibbling. I moan, "yeah?" Mmhmm.

You bite - not too hard, just enough to make my nipples harden. The neck was just a ruse to reach behind and remove my strapless bra. It falls to the puddle of fabric below. "This isn't exactly fair, sir. I am now bound and naked on this balcony and you are fully clothed!" "Fair"

You remove your shirt and pants, but leave your boxer briefs on for now. "Do you have Ren and Stimpy on your underwear?"

"What? It shows my playful side."

I'm laughing again. I love that you can make me laugh, it's fucking mandatory that you can make me laugh.

You stop my laughter with a deep, mouth-exploring kiss. One hand slides to my throat, the other at my waist, quickly making its way to my ass. You squeeze both hands gently where they land. I moan again.

"'May I continue?" "Yes."

You proceed to lick, nibble, tickle, suck, and finger just about every inch of me. I long to reciprocate. "I want to go inside now. Untie me?" "As you wish."

As you give me that devilish grin. Of course I'm a sucker for a Princess Bride quote. You untie me and begin to lead me back inside. "Not so fast. Ren and Stimpy are relegated to the balcony." "Fair."

I playfully smack your, now fair-to-me, bare ass as we scamper back inside. Our adolescent selves are extremely impressed with us by the way.

My turn.

I push you gently to sit on the bed. I take the belt from the dress I was wearing and mime a blind fold. "May I?" "Yes."

I tie the belt around your eyes and rest a moment behind you. My knees outside your hips, my pussy's heat on your low back. My breasts against you. I run my tongue along your jaw and you turn your face towards mine. I reward you with a kiss as my hands massage your neck and shoulders, then move over your chest and down your arms. You half moan half giggle. I smile.

I move around in front of you, standing between your legs. Your cock is hard and inviting. Not yet. I continue to return the favor you gave me outside. Licking, nibbling, teasing, and sucking. You have the advantage of free hands to equally roam free in your temporary blindness.

We are both sufficiently teased and slightly breathless. I sit across your lap and remove your blindfold. You blink your eyes open. "That was fun." And in what feels like one fell swoop, you grab me around the waist and toss me on the bed and now you are astride me. Did I just hear a drum snare and "ta da"?

You lean down and kiss me, I wrap my arms around your neck and tilt my pelvis into you. "Patience" and you move my arms above my head "Stay...or I'll stop." "Fair."

You kiss your way down my body and spread my legs. "Fuck, you're good at that!" Tongue, fingers, breath, fingers, suck, lick, fuck! I'm not even sure what black magic you just preformed on my cunt, but damn it was good.

I look down at you, spent, but wanting the main event. "Please, sir, may have some more?" In my best youthful Cockney. "Really? Oliver?" 'Shit' you mumble, as you roll me on my side and smack my ass.

Then you slide up behind me, spooning me. You're sweet again. But still horny as fuck. I reach behind and stroke your cock, it doesn't take much coaxing. You slide into my wet pussy and fuck me - we find our rhythm quickly. I match your thrusts and breath. My hand on your ass, as if we were dancing the Tango. You squeeze my breast and pinch my nipple, because I moan and push into you when you do. We're out of body now, floating above and looking down us. We're fucking hot.

"Fuccckkkk" I yell and you come, hard. Then we collapse into each other. One of the benefits to this position...you're already set up to pass out.

"Damn" I finally breathe out. "Thank god I answered your text." We both get the giggles. "Hungry?" "Yeah"

"Shower?" "Hell, yeah."

We hop in the shower and clean up, continuing our playful banter and mutual washing. We dry each other off and help ourselves to the complimentary robes. I grab the Thai, you grab the bottles of water. We make our way back to the balcony, refueling and talking like old friends, watching the world below.

You crushed it.