As I sit at the picnic table/smoking area eating lunch and working on a new story, I watch as a group of people walk from the building over to the other tables to enjoy their breaks and catch up with their friends.
Out of the group I find you, I've memorized the way you walk, so it's easy for me to pick you out of a crowd. To my eyes...I could stare at you all day and never get tired of the same view.
I love the way your mouth forms your words and when you look at someone as they're talking to you, you give them your full attention. You've done that with me when we've talked on occasion or just in passing.
It's almost as if your eyes can see right into what I'm trying to tell you with mine. I daydream about what it would be like to be kissed by you. I wonder what it would feel like to feel your soft lips on mine. Would they be as soft as they look?
Your hands...I dream about your hands and fingers more than I probably should. I dream of you touching my body with those beautiful hands...wrapping them around my waist and pulling me to close to kiss you, sliding them down my back to my ass to grab it, then working your way around to the front of my body to touch my pussy.
I watch you walk over to a table kitty corner from where I'm at and sit down, pull your phone from your pocket and immediately check it to see who's sent you messages. Of course there's one or two from me...and the funny thing is that you don't see me sitting at the opposite corner from you at the far end of the picnic/smoking area.
I sit here and dream about how your hands will feel on my face as you lean in to kiss me and then sliding down my body...will they be as soft as they look? I wonder what it would be like to gaze into your eyes right before that moment when you kiss me...
I wonder if you'll take my face in your hands and pull me to your mouth...as I'm sitting here dreaming of you in 'that' way, I glance up to watch you staring at me. I smile, and you smile back.
Then I watch as you get up and walk over to me and sit down at my table. You ask me what I'm writing and I start to tell you, and then decide to let you read it for yourself.
I watch your eyes scan the page and then you look up at me and say the words that I've been longing to hear out of your mouth...'You want to do that to me?' I just look at you and silently nod my head.
I'm about three shades of red at this point and my thoughts are scattered. I never thought in a million years that you would ever read what I'd written. Much less be interested in what I want to do to you.
I'd always looked at you as nothing more than a friend, and for all intents and purposes was happy to keep it that way. But the more time that I've spent with you, talking, texting, laughing, I was starting to hope that there would be more than a friendship. However, if there wasn't I would be just as content and happy to have you as my friend.
I'm so comfortable around you; you make me feel like we are the only two people in the world that mattered.
All of that aside, I don't mind putting my feelings for you down on paper, I just never dreamed that I'd let you read them.
The basis of my story has you taking me for a drive after work one day and me giving you a blowjob while you were driving. There were actually a few more details than that, but they were on paper and I really didn't bank on getting to do them with you.
For the moment, I just felt like you were placating me and making me feel good about my writings.
Unbeknownst to me, while I was sitting there lost in my thoughts, you had finished reading what I had written and was now sitting there staring at me with a look of excitement on your face. When you'd finally gotten my attention and brought me back to the present you asked me if you could drive me home from work today.
I felt a smile creep across my face and I answered a very quiet 'yes' to you. I told you know that I had to let Sis know that I'd be home later and needed to drop off the keys to the car.
'Wait, Bradley, what time do you get off work? I'm off at 2:30.' You replied,' I get off at 3, is that okay? Do you mind waiting for me?'
'Darlin', I'd wait til 9:30 tonight if you asked me to', I replied back. I was rewarded with a smile from and a wink from you. 'Alright, Anna, I need to get back to work, break is almost over.'
As you got up to leave, you leaned over and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear that you were looking forward to kissing more than just my cheek later. My heart skipped a couple of beats and my palms started to sweat.
All this time of only writing what I'd like to do to a man, and finally getting to start making those scenarios come true was like, wow!!...my head was spinning.
I checked my watch and realized that I needed to get my butt back to work also. I was hoping that time would fly but I knew differently.
I was still in training to do the job that Bradley did, and knew the day was going to drag by, and then I'd still have to wait another half hour before he got off work, and that was if he didn't get stuck on a long call.
I got back to class with two minutes to spare, clocked in and proceeded to be bored to death by more modules.
To my surprise, my trainer actually got into something interesting and before I knew it, it was time for a break, and then I only had an hour before class was over. I started getting more and more excited as that last hour crept by.
My day finally ended and I made my way to the parking lot, put my belongings in the car, and then went back inside in to find Sis and tell her of my plans for later.
By the time I made it back to the parking lot, Bradley was waiting for me at the smoking area. I quickly checked my watch to make sure I wasn't late, and realized that I still had about 15 minutes left.
When he saw me coming he got up and walked over to me, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed my hand and said, 'Are you ready sweetheart?' I answered with a yes and he walked me to his pick-up truck.
After he'd opened my door and I'd climbed inside, he leaned in and gently took my face in his hands and when I turned to look at him, he kissed me. A deep, passionate, time-standing-still-tongues-intertwined kiss.