"I go out on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning." The Bossanova style cover of The Specials classic reminds me I'm supposed to be having fun. It is Friday night after all!
I sneak a surreptitious look at my phone. The digital readout says that its only 21.45. The evening is dragging. It's not that the company I'm in is boring exactly, just not very stimulating. Veronica is saying something about the management structure at the company she works for. I didn't quite catch all that she said. Something about who gets the use of the coffee machine I think. The bar is beginning to fill up a little more now and the clatter and hum of people having a good time has got a little louder. Perhaps I could feign a headache, say that I have to go home.
"Don't you agree, Phil?" the longer than usual pause that follows the question jumps me out of my reverie.
"Yes, maybe," I hedge. Four quizzical faces turn my way. Rhonda raises her eyebrows.
"If you don't think he's cute then why have you been staring at him like a slim fast virgin with a cream bun? Anja looks sideways at me. " If you're not interested then I certainly am. I could do with a toy boy!"
" I wasn't . . . I mean, er, I didn't," I stutter lamely only now looking at the supposed object of my attention. Although having said that, if I wasn't I should've been. Standing by the bar, taller than the average with the kind of looks I like, he smiles, raises his glass a little. Embarrassment floods my cheeks with warmth and I look away, aware that my knees feel a little weak and that my face isn't the only part of me that feels a little warmer than normal. The girls all laugh and agree that the guy at the bar is indeed cute.
" Go on! " Rhonda says mischievously. " Go and chat to him."
"You go girl!!" agrees Aimee, the American.
"What're you waiting for?" demands Veronica.
I look down coyly, shaking my head. " I can't do that."
"Ah, go on," Veronica says. " What've you got to lose?" I shake my head again.
"It's just not me. Besides I don't think he's really my type." The girls give a collective sigh. "Does anyone want another drink?" I ask hurriedly. They all nod enthusiastically.
"Yes, same again"
"Vodka tonic for me"
"I'm ok I think - ah skip that, I'll have another one."
Rhonda raises another eyebrow at me as Aimee tugs at her arm and asks how the plans for the new house are coming along. Anja remembers that Veronica met a guy last weekend and asks if he's rung her yet. I slide off my seat and decide to visit the ladies room before getting another round of drinks in. The bar is really packed now and the guy I was staring at seems to have moved. It's funny how you can be a confident, intelligent person and just be rubbish at the whole dating game. At least that's how I think of myself - intelligent, confident.
The ladies toilets are unusually empty. I smile slowly at my reflection in the mirror and add a slick of lip-gloss to my lips. It has to be coincidental I tell myself. There's no way they could know. Rhonda knows vague details about a secret lover, but she thinks that was all over so long ago. The others are only recent acquaintances and really only know me as a kind of subsidiary friend to Rhonda. I joyfully cup my breasts running my hands against the silk of my top feeling my nipples respond to the stimuli. Perhaps if I wish hard enough I can conjure you up right now! The door clicks shut and suddenly there you are. Pulling me to you, pressing your lean frame against my curves and kissing me fiercely.
"I wondered when you were going to extricate yourself. You took your time!" you say. You don't give me time to answer lifting me up, your hands grabbing at my ass as you pull me closer. You walk me backwards into one of the cubicles, kissing me fiercely pressing your hips to mine. I feel weak with desire. Reaching behind you, you slide the latch on the door locking us into our own private universe of lust.
We kiss again: a rush of emotion and lust, fulfilled fantasy. My hands are fumbling at the your belt, my fingers are all thumbs as I pop the buttons on your jeans. Smiling, I sit on the closed toilet seat sliding my hands around you so I can push your jeans down. Mmmmm dark colored jersey boxers stretched tight across your semi hard cock. I lick my lips in anticipation and pull you closer mouthing obscene words against the fabric. I feel you jump as my hot breath and moist lips move across the contour made by your hardness. Your hand is stroking my hair and you give little moans each time I press my lips against you. My head is filled with only one thought: I have to taste you; I have to have you in my mouth.
"May I?" I ask. It has to be a superfluous question. " I want to feel you in my mouth, please?" I reach in and set you free. Your cock is firm and warm to my touch, springing to eager attention.
"Please" I say again. Bending I kiss the tip of your cock open mouthed, tasting the sticky saltiness of precum "mmmmm . . ." my moan of pleasure is vibrating against the smooth taut skin as I slide my mouth further and further down.
Your cock is shiny with my saliva as I move my tongue around and around your shaft. I love the way your cock feels warm and satisfying in my mouth, the way it feels sliding across the sensitive inner membranes and the flat of my tongue. Back and forth I move my tongue spiraling up and down. You pull me clear, your cock released from my eager mouth with a pop. Gently, holding my head you feed your fat cock back between my lips fucking yourself in my mouth. I am wet with desire, my eyes closed as I take as much of your length into my mouth as is possible. Opening my eyes I turn to look up at you, at the pleasure you are taking from my lips.
