Authors Note: This is my twenty-sixth story. It is a fantasy about the gentleman I shared the experience described in "Truth or Dare" with a few days later. Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, a HUGE thank you to all the friends who edited this for me, ya'll are the best!!! *hugs and kisses*
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It had been months since my last sexual encounter and my hormones were through the roof!!!
Then last Thursday fate intervened and I ended up at a co-workers apartment (Greg) playing a very sexual version of Truth or Dare.
It's been five days and we hadn't seen each other since (except of course at work, but we both agreed that work is work and we keep anything personal separate) and just last night he sent me a somewhat cryptic email suggesting we won't be seeing each other again anytime soon.
I replied with a somewhat defensive email reminding him that he hasn't asked what I want (fearing he assumed I'm a "typical woman" and he's scared I want more than he can give me) and telling him to let me know what he wants once he's made up his mind.
Since then I've been waiting for a reply that may very well never come
I came home from work, showered and ate quickly and then checked my email in the hopes Greg might have replied before he went to work in the morning...but there was nothing, not that I'd really expected there to be...but a girl's always got to have hope. Since I was online anyways I figured I would do some long overdue reviewing of work for a fellow Literotica author (if anyone is interested, he's Rico Suave under my favorites)
As I read I became more and more aroused. I ached to tease my pussy as I read but feared being caught by my roommate so I abstained from touching myself. With all 16 stories reviewed I was in a state of high arousal and ached to be touched.
For a second I considered calling Greg and asking for a booty call...but knew I couldn't since it would only complicate things further. Instead, I let my imagination wander and imagined things had happened differently and that Greg had enjoyed my story of the truth or dare experience instead of being wielded out by it.
I imagined myself calling him as I had considered doing...
"Hey Greg...it's Mariya...remember the other night when we were talking about booty calls?"
"Ya"
"Good...because...well...I hope you don't take this the wrong way...but to be perfectly honest...right now I'm incredibly horny and I think you should come and pick me up."
"How could I take that the wrong way?"
"Well...I don't want you to think I'm just using you for sex or something...I mean how many hours did we spend together the other night before things turned sexual? And I had a great time...but right now I'm just horny...and yes...I know how bad that sounds...and now I feel like an idiot...so I'm going to hang up now...please pretend this never happened"
Before I could hang up Greg cut me off, "Wait! I'm not taking it the wrong way...I can be there to pick you up in about five minutes...if that's okay?"
"Yes...that's very okay...I'll be downstairs waiting!" I hung up the phone and felt a thrill through my body and had to resist the urge to tease my fingertips along my pussy.
I'd been wearing my nighty as I sat at the computer and quickly discarded it. I didn't bother with panties or a bra since I knew they wouldn't be lasting long and threw on my favorite pair of sweats and a hoodie. I grabbed my purse and runners and was stepping out the door of the building just as Greg pulled up.
I hopped in and learned over to give him a soft, slow kiss that made me moan in anticipation. I pulled away from him, buckled up and gave him a look of pure need...without a word he pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to his place.
We drove in silence...we walked up the stairs to his apartment in silence...we discarded our shoes in silence...then he turned to me, put his arm around me, pulled me to him and kissed me long, deep and hard. My body was aching and my need and passion were expressed in the moans I made as we kissed...in the way my hands moved to reach up under the back of his sweater so I could feel my hands against his skin and in the way I shuddered as he gently squeezed my ass and pulled me closer to him.
Greg had already experienced just how little it took to get me off when I was already turned on and how close I could come to the edge of orgasm without actually being touched...I pulled away from the intoxicating kiss and whispered in a voice hoarse with desire, "Keep that up and I'll cum just from kissing you!"
He grinned that devious yet somehow innocent grin and said, "Oh no...I'm sure I can find a better way to make you cum than that" and lead me into the living room.
We stood beside the couch and he placed his hands on my shoulders...moved them along my neck...found the zipper of the hoodie and slowly unzipped it...then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and slowly pulled them down my legs. I felt like my entire body was one big throbbing hormone and I practically jumped out of the sweats as soon as they were near my ankles. He laughed softly to himself and told me to lie down on the couch.
I eagerly did as he asked and looked up at him with eyes full of lust...begging him silently to ease my suffering and make me cum.
He grinned down at me and knelt down beside the couch and brought his lips to mine. He kisses me softly, tenderly...pulling back every time I tried to deepen the kiss, making me moan in frustration.
As his lips toyed with mine he brought his hand to my neck and traced a line along my collarbone then down between my breasts. My nipples were hard and sensitive with excitement and I moaned when he rubbed the palm of his hand over one of them. I arched up into his hand as he began to tease first one nipple, then the other, as his mouth continued to tease mine with soft, flighty kisses when I longed for deep, bruising, passionate ones.