The knock at the door made my heart skip a beat. I peeled the covers back gently, sat upright and headed towards the door. As I wandered past the full length mirror I paused to check my hair was suitably ruffled. I took a deep breath before opening the door and as the glow of the hallway light crept into the darkened room I saw him standing there, his blonde hair and perfect features illuminated and a hungry smile painted across his face. As he stepped over the threshold I stepped back slightly but as I did I felt the cold air follow him and goosebumps rise all over my skin.
As the door closed behind him and left us in diminished light, he looked me dead in the eye and took a step forward, closing the gap between us until his body was touching mine. I gasped as my back touched the ice cold wall but he silenced it with a kiss. His hands, one holding my face whilst the other traced a line from the corner of my hip to the base of my spine, were warm and as he pushed his pelvis against mine I could feel the growing hardness of his denim-clad cock against my skin. He took a step backwards in order to run his eyes over my body, greedily surveying the terrain he was about to conquer. As his gaze wandered back to my face, the hand I had paused on his belt began working on it and his smile widened as he raised his hand to the zip of his hoody. Without breaking eye contact he slowly pulled the zip down over his chest knowing fully that I was relishing every single torturous second of this. I ran my fingers from his belt up over his chest, across his shoulders and freed his arms from the sleeves of his jacket and it fell to the ground behind him. I leaned inwards and upwards and feeling my breasts touch his chest I kissed his neck and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. As it rose over his stomach revealing the contours of his hips, the lines drawing my glance downwards to the throbbing inside his jeans, my knees almost buckled and I thought about the times I'd laid in bed dreaming of the moment I could have him.
The thought came to me of the first time I saw him at that demo back in summer, and how I wanted him before I even knew his name. He strode over to a friend of mine, his broad shoulders and muscular stature immediately catching my eye. His soft but deep voice and the passion with which he spoke to the crowd impressed me and I mustered the courage to introduce myself, bold as brass, to a man that in any other circumstances I would have dismissed. You see, he is the archetypal fantasy man, the rugby player who would never talk to me, the movie hunk, the jock, the frat boy; the hero. And I am the geek, the ugly girl, the faithful sidekick passing messages from this guy to the pretty blonde.
But he made me brazen and my instant attraction to him mixed with the adreneline of political action found me shaking his hand. I couldn't focus on anything but his neck and arms, wondering how his skin would feel under my finger tips. We chatted some and at the end of the day we agreed to keep in touch and on the bus journey home I drove myself crazy with daydreams of what I would do were I let loose on his body. We did keep in touch and now, after what felt like months of verbal foreplay, was I about to get what I had ached for since that day?
Tonight we had walked for what felt like hours around the city getting nothing but cold and frustrated. Sat in a taxi back to the hotel I felt his eyes burning into me as his hands felt their way over my thighs and under my barely-there skirt. I was already soaked with the anticipation of him. As I lay there, freezing, in my hotel bed wondering how long it would be until he arrived, wearing nothing but my favourite underwear, I ran an icy hand down over my stomach until it reached the sheer fabric of my pants. I felt my own wetness and my aching clit pulsed against my fingertips. Every second I waited was blissful torture but I couldn't hold out any longer and so slid my hand between cloth and skin and lay a single finger on my engorged bud. My best friend swelled at my touch and using only the gentlest of motions I ran small circles around her tip as she cried out for more. Before I could go any further he was at my door, timing his arrival perfectly to enhance the delightful teasing I had come to expect and crave.
I pulled his t-shirt up over his shoulders and head and was confronted, for the first time by the reality of his perfect body; muscular, defined and divine. As the shirt dropped to the floor beside me he again pulled me against him and as his skin touched mine and his kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, he licked and nibbled at my skin sending me over the edge. His hands, placed firmly on my hips moved round to my ass as he felt my knees giving way. He pulled me up, smiling smugly at the effect he could already see he was having. I felt my back press against the wall once more, I grabbed his wrists in an attempt to communicate to him the wave of lust that had robbed me of my voice. He kissed me again; his tongue massaging mine and sucking and biting my bottom lip; a preview of what was to come.
I ran my hands up over his arms to his shoulders and down over his chest, revelling in the beautiful contours of his body. I let my hands rest on the waistline of his jeans for a second whilst I took in the sight of him and began to gently unbutton his fly. By the third button I could feel his cock straining against my hand and by the final button it was released from its denim cage. He took his hands off me for a second to pull his trousers down over his ass and thighs, stepping out of them and finally standing before me in just tight, black boxers.