I was snapped out of my reverie when I turned my car off in my garage. I sat for a moment in the silence, processing my thoughts. I really, really, really enjoyed this man's company. I couldn't deny that. Our conversation flowed easily and we made each other laugh. I really, really liked his openness, despite not having that trait myself - I think that's why I liked it so much. I thought he was really, really hot (even approaching 40 and slightly overweight) - that smile! And the milk chocolate eyes... I really wanted to wrap my arms around him.
And I really, really wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him... to taste his lips and feel his mouth on mine. Feel his beard scratch at my skin and feel our tongues glide over each other. I thought about the kiss we would have.
Would the first be a slow, drawn out kiss, where we look into each other's eyes acknowledging that we shared a deep desire for each other but unsure how to act, before slowly leaning in and electrifying each other with our lips as they connect?
Would it be more one-sided? He takes my chin mid-sentence, pulling my jaw to his and planting his lips on mine, quite literally taking my breath away. Or would I be the one to make the move? Seduce him in his office: lean across his desk exposing my cleavage and then plant a huge kiss on his lips, already parted from gazing down my dress?
Would we kiss? Or would we just fuck? I definetely wanted to fuck him... to ride him hard and fast, get him close, then slowly grind down on his cock, drawing his orgasm out. I wanted him to fuck me, to have the whole weight of him on top of me, with him in control... my arms around his broad shoulders and my legs interlocked with his. Or even better, my arms above my head, pinned down by his, pointing my tits upwards, bulbs ripe for him to lick, suck and nibble on while he slides his cock and in out of me at his own leisure. Or would he fuck me bent over his desk, my underwear dropped to my ankles, my skirt hiked up over my arse?
I eventually went upstairs and was pleased to see that I also had the house to myself. After the many naughty thoughts I had had that day, I needed to get it out of my system. Several times.
I decided on a shower first as I had been in the lab for most of the day. Watching myself in the mirror, I untucked my beige top from my skirt and pulled it off over my head. I was wearing a black lace bra, just padded enough to hold me in place without creating extra cleavage. It was a touch too small for me and sometimes my large areolas showed over the top. I undid the bra and my breasts fell happily out to the sides slightly. Bending over, I stripped my skirt off but left my underwear. I wanted to admire my butt for a moment before I hopped in the shower. I had on a navy lace pair that were a "skimpy cut" - somewhere between a g-string and bikini, so it cut across each cheek and rounded at the top, accentuating the glutes I worked hard at to keep high and full. They were still very much a work in progress, but my heavy squats and deadlifts seemed to be paying off. I admired the rest of my body. I was not exactly happy with it... over the decent amount of muscle I had created, there was an equally decent amount of fat. My legs were short and thick, and my thighs were probably my least favourite body part. In saying that, I relished in my curves knowing I would prefer them over some other alternatives. They made me feel feminine and desirable. I peeled off my underwear and stepped into the shower, running the water lukewarm.
Hmmm... this gave me the perfect opportunity to finish my shower fantasy from the drive home...
He leads me to the bathroom where he runs the water and eases me under. I rinse off then he follows. I reach up to get some body wash and get a nice lather in my hands. I take him by surprise by lathering the soap all over his chest, down his arms and over his belly.
"Mmmm that feels nice," he croons.
"You're more than welcome," I reply.