I sit here at my computer, browsing through stories, idly friggin' myself. Banners blink across the top of the screen, a mushroom-tipped cock disappears into a bodiless pussy. My instant messenger blinks with awaiting messages from friends faraway and near… ones I've met and ones I've only fantasized about… and one whom I've met and fantasized about.
I read through the erotic excerpts from the imaginations of dozens, looking for just the right sentence, just the right adjectives that'll make me scoot further down in my chair… something that will wedge my panties into my pussy lips and the crack of my ass as I scoot. Some days it's the taboo topics of fucking a teacher, other days its words painting my imagination with domination and submission. In the background 80's tunes stream and I hum a few bars of "I wanna sex you up…"
What is it about this one guy that can pull my mind out of these stories, and yet manage to keep my fingers rubbing against my panties? Is it his ruthless flirting from a safe distance that fuels my fires? The thought of never getting what I want from him?
His name is Will. He's in his mid-30's, with blonde hair. He's not much taller than I am, and his build has always been on the small to medium side of things, making my fuller figure the cause of much insecurity in my earlier crushing days. We've been friends for nearly a decade, flirting the entire time. But a combination of his stubbornness to remain single until he finds just the right girl and my desire to mingle and be involved in a relationship much of the last decade, has kept us from being more than just pals.
He's often shy, blushes fairly easily, but has always had the upper hand in our friendship. But it's been a few years since we've seen each other. Maybe I've avoided because I prefer the way we flirt online. He's always been a tad too preoccupied with everything but me, in real life… and I've always left our time spent together feeling rather rejected in some fashion. In my fantasies, however, I've used him, abused him and left him wanton of more.
My fantasies vary from catching him off guard and pouncing, to shamelessly seducing him until he cannot resist further. He wants to see my round ass in leopard panties, he insists…via our nightly online conversations well he has no idea what he's asking for. I could never send an image like that… giving him what he wants after all the years of feeling put off. I'll just show up.
I drive to his office, knowing that he's often there after hours. A family-owned business gives him the freedom of having the keys to the office and 24-hour access. As I park my car out front, I notice only one light is on. It's his office, I'm sure. I honk my horn a few times, getting him to peek through the office blinds and make his way down to the lobby. As he unlocks the door and opens it, he's surprised to see me.
"Uh, what are you doing here at this hour?" Will stumbles over his words a bit, smirking a bit. He looks me up and down, in his usual casual way. I'm sure he thinks I never notice. But I do. I can't fault him. Sure, I've got a plain, rounded baby face, but the curves of my tits, hips and ass can't be hidden behind my girl-next-door choice of cutoffs and a t-shirt. The way the t-shirt clings to the fullness of my breasts, there's no escaping tonight.
"I couldn't sleep. I knew you'd be up. Thought I'd stop by instead of exchanging instant messages with you. I haven't seen you in ages." I smile my most winning smile, knowing that he always lets me interrupt him. He opens the door and starts walking up the stairs to his office. My sandals flop up the stairs, as we reach the first landing, one flight from his office. He pauses and I continue up the stairs, running around him while he heads back down to lock the door we had just entered through.
I run up the stairs, walking into his office as if it were my own. Papers and books are scattered about as I step out of my sandals and slide them beneath his office chair. I flop down in his leather chair, draping one leg over the side. Just as I begin to rock he walks in and chuckles.
"C'mon, get out of my chair, missy." He smirks and stands next to me, expecting me to move … as I always have in the past. But this time I don't. This time the ball is in my court… His balls… my playing field. I stare up at him, grinning innocently and swinging my leg back and forth. I make eye contact with him and push my right hand under the open leg of my cutoffs. Pulling them upward, I push my fingers past my panties and along my slit, damp from the thoughts of teasing that have finally arrived. Pulling my fingers from my slit I wave them fingers just below his nose, watching his expression. He does nothing. He stands there motionless, looking away from me.
"Haven't you wondered what I smell like?" I wave my fingers under his nose once more, convinced I now have the power I've wanted over him for so long. My fingers squirm back into my juicy cunt. This time I pull them from my wetness and slide my fingers over his pale lips.
"Do I taste as sweet as you've imagined?" I watch his tongue reluctantly lick along his bottom lip.
