In The Beginning 14

There he was. Back from Christmas break. I turned and there he was. My heart pounded and I felt warm between my legs and happy all at once. Jumping up, heading his direction I hugged him and told him how happy I was to see him. That I had missed him. He said he wasn't expecting that response over returning after break. I was a little embarrassed because I felt really silly right then. I felt obvious.

That is when I knew. Yes I knew. Three months I had been watching him and I was fairly certain he might have been watching me but then again....I wasn't real sure. I always had my doubts about it.I would rationalize my way around it ever happening in real life.

God I wanted him so bad. The longing was making me crazy. Those eyes and that smile. It was all I could think about lately. Making me touch myself late into the night --squeezing my legs together groaning and writhing under the covers with my eyes squeezed shut until I was seeing stars...cumming so hard....--then licking my own fingers thinking about fucking him.

This was an obvious crush. Maybe just an infatuation of some sort. Actually I really believed that being with him was not likely to happen to someone like me.

One day I decided to tell him that I had a crush on him. I have no idea what possessed me but I blurted it out kind of in jest and imagine my surprise when he told me he had the same crush! That he thought I was hot. That in fact he had told a friend of his that there was someone at work that he wanted. My nipples got hard when he told me that. The want got bigger. Harder. Deeper.

Tension began to build. Eye contact (at work no less) began to increase. Sexual tension is not something that can be easily ignored. On restroom breaks I'd reach down and touch myself wet and slick and breath in sharply. Finger on my clit I'd squeeze pulling in on nothing inside of me, only in my imagination. In my mind I was squeezing him. His tongue. His fingers. His cock. All my concentration gone.

On my birthday we both had to work late. Everyone left. It was after 5:00 PM and we began to relax a bit more....talk a little and make intense eye contact and smile and do the dance of people who are quivering with the kind of electric excitement that leads to hot hard fucking eventually. At least in my fantasy.

Somehow, after some nervous talk and embarrassing jabber he walked up to me, behind me and kissed the back of my neck and my right shoulder on my bare skin. I felt shock waves go from that exact spot down my body, specifically to my hot wet clit and a warmness in my belly that felt like a hunger I'd never had before. I sort of shivered and smiled a little, my eyes closing..."oh dear god..." I thought.....somehow we decided to go in a dark room together and then came the first kiss. I made a mental note to remember how deeply that had moved me. That kiss on the neck and shoulder, from behind. It was extremely erotic. I was breathless after that.

As I try to remember every detail I mostly remember it as soft and sexy and sensual and hot and intense and so erotic that I could barely stay on my feet. I know I threw my arms around him and took his face in my hands with my hands in his hair and kissed him back. Sucking his tongue into my hot mouth I slowly and gently kissed and sucked his sexy mouth as if I were between his legs. He groaned.

I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. Not long into it I melted completely in his arms as my body pressed up against his. I was totally his and I wondered if he knew it. I could feel his hard on which I was dying to touch. My instinct was to grab it and wrap my hand around it and squeeze it ...so I reached down. Most of the time I follow my instincts, especially sexually. He gasped as my hand brushed across the front of his huge bulge. I knew the desired effect was happening. Now I wanted skin on skin contact.

Reaching up under the back of my shirt he released my bra closure and I fell free in the front. My breasts were heavy and my nipples hard with anticipation of his touch. He reached around and took one nipple in each hand and pulled on each one with the exact amount of pressure to make me cry out. It was more than I was used to but perfect and so hot I could barely breathe. He kissed me hard while pulling on my nipples and I was wild with desire. I felt the dampness between my legs increase and throb.

I knew this was the beginning of something big.