We'd been flirting for months. Workplace comments that aren't quite wrong, but not quite right.
Then the texting started. Nothing over the top, but just playful enough that I know I am interested in you, and am pretty sure you feel the same about me.
Some of our sharing comments have been pretty in depth. Oh some have been sooooo personal. However there is always that lingering doubt that I can never seem to fully control. What if I am reading too much into this?
Then, you invited me over to your place. The feelings of exhilaration and anxiety are equal. Are we on the same page? Are my desires taking over my logic?
Coming over to visit you makes me nervous. Just part of my shy nature that I can hide behind my phone. I just need to get past that childhood trauma of never being good enough and I will be fine.
I know what I hope for, and what I want to do. To you, and with you. I wonder though, are you up to the task?
The typical pleasantries are awkward but necessary. "Hi how was your day?" "Nice place you have here" blah blah blah. As familiar as we are with each other, this is that next level. At least I think it is? Am I reading too much into your invitation?
I'm not entirely sure what finally moved us out of the general area of the front door to your bedroom, but the anxiousness is nearly overwhelming. My mouth is dry and I feel my breaths being shallow and my heart starts to tremor. You lead me inside and I close the door. I turn around and stare at you. God, you are fucking gorgeous. Your tall legs shimmer below your not too short skirt. Your perfectly ample hips leading to your waist. I stop there. Those hips. The subject of my first not so subtle innuendo. You complained they were too wide. I told you they looked like perfect handles. Your giggling reaction was the moment I started to wonder if I had a chance with you.
I find myself not quite sure what to say. Or, if I should even say anything at all. My heart thumps in my throat.
I choose silence.
Then, I give in to lust and reach out and pull your body near to me. Finally, I get to hold you the way I have been wanting to. The way I have been fantasizing about. I embrace you close to me, tightly, my mouth nuzzling against the nape of your neck. My arms wrapped around your mid back.
One hand comes up to your shoulder as the other drops down, gliding against your waist, moving to your amazingly round ass, squeezing a handful tightly through your skirt as my mouth opens and my tongue presses against your neck.
I feel you tense and shiver in an involuntary reaction, releasing a slight gasp as you wrap your arms around me and squeeze me back.
My pelvis instinctively moves closer to your body and you notice without question, that you have my utmost attention.
My hand moves away from your ass and strokes your back up to your head. I tousle your hair above your neckline and my hands move to your cheeks, taking gentle hold of your face as I move my mouth to yours and we finally share a deep passionate kiss that causes me to shudder.
As our faces interlock my hands move down to your shoulders, across your neck, down your chest and finally fall upon your breasts, squeezing them slightly. My fingertips seek out your nipples; pinching them lightly through your shirt. Not satisfied with the fabric approach I reach down and take the bottom of your shirt and pull it up and over your head. My mouth drops back down to your neck as I take off your bra with minimal effort. I drop it to the floor and again take your breasts in my hands. I lower my mouth to the left one, as my tongue darts across your nipple and my hands squeeze the base of your tit and I suck your nipple into my mouth. I move my mouth across to the right, gently biting you as I go. I continue to let my lips, tongue, and teeth play with your breasts as my hands move down to your skirt. My right-hand blades and moves down between your legs and lifts up the skirt. I reach under and rub my fingers up against your crotch. I can feel you are already wet through your panties and I rub my fingers back and forth. I reach to your waistband and push your skirt down to the floor; pulling your panties down soon after.
I drop to my knees and inhale your aroma, my hands pull your waist toward my face. My mouth sucking in your clitoris as my tongue presses and flicks against it. My hand moves in between your legs and I easily slide two fingers inside you. Your hands press against my shoulders and your arms press against my head as you stand before me while I suck your pussy and my fingers move in and out of you, curling inside of you and rubbing and stroking against your vagina's inner nerve endings.
I continue to finger you as I suck on your clit, taking your pussy lips into my mouth and I massage them with my tongue. I can feel you tensing; grabbing harder onto me as you start to groan with pleasure. I feel myself getting harder; my dick pressing against my pants is starting to hurt, and I can feel the precum dripping down my leg.
My fingers move harder and faster in and out of you as my mouth's movements also increase and become more rapid and intense. I slowly move my body up while maintaining control of your pussy in my face. I pause to reach down and start to remove my pants and you pull me up so you can help me. You push my pants to the floor and your hand reaches out and grabs my hardened cock and you gasp as you feel something a little different and unexpected.