Andrea slowly walked home from her evening classes, her mind running over the days events. Her classes had gone fine all day, including the exam in Advanced Anatomy, she felt she had done quite well on that. As she approached her apartment building, her thoughts went to the one thing that disturbed her about the day. It happened in the university cafeteria, she was sitting at a table eating her lunch when she noticed the man at the next table staring at her. His gaze was penetrating, almost like he was looking into her very soul, his crystal blue eyes held her frozen, unable to look away. Instead, Andrea felt herself smiling at him and he smiled back, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen on a man, his white teeth were perfectly straight with a mustache and goatee framing his full lips. He was blonde and seemed to be well built and tall. Andrea felt a stirring deep inside her, never had a man made her feel the way she did at that moment by just looking at her and that made her nervous, so nervous in fact, that it made her drop the fork, which had been suspended in midair, halfway to her mouth. The sound of the fork hitting her plate startled Andrea out of the trance she had been in and she looked away blushing. She then attacked the remainder of her lunch, not daring to look up because she was so confused by what had just happened. When she finally worked up the courage to look again, he was gone. She searched for him the rest of the day, but never saw him again.
As Andrea entered her apartment, her thoughts were still on this stranger that had such a profound impact on her. She slowly undressed for her shower and was surprised to find her nipples hard at the thought of him. She climbed in the shower and let the hot water pour over her body as she attempted to banish thoughts of him from her mind. She scrubbed her long auburn hair, enjoying the feel of her long nails as they scraped across her scalp, then running her fingers through her hair as she rinsed it clean, the soapy water running down her body. Andrea took the soap and began washing her body, her hands full of suds, she ran them across her breasts, feeling her still hard nipples pressing into the palms of her hands. They were very sensitive and she began pinching and twisting them. The sensations created by this caused Andrea to go weak in the knees and she had to stop to catch her breath. After her breathing slowed, Andrea went back to washing her slim, well tanned body. Scrubbing her flat stomach in circles, then down the outside of her long legs and back up her inner thighs. Andrea’s breath quickened once again at the thought of what she knew she must do, she had to release the pent up desires now burning deep in her aching body.
Andrea started by rubbing her inner thighs, moving her hands up over her hips and stomach to her breasts, squeezing them as the hot water runs over them, the nipples poking from between her fingers as she pinches them. With her left hand still working her nipples and breasts, Andrea slowly slid her right hand between her legs, gasping as her palm rubbed across her erect clit. Moving her hand further between her legs, Andrea knew that a lot of the wetness she felt was her own rather than from the shower. Dipping a finger deep inside herself, she could feel the heat radiating from within and she strove to reach the core of that fire. Slipping a second finger in next to the first, Andrea began making love to herself, the two fingers sliding in and out of her steaming opening, her palm rubbing against her clit, all the while her left hand moving from one breast to the other, teasing and pinching her rock hard nipples. Leaning back against the shower wall, she gave in to her desires completely. Visions of the stranger in her mind as her breathing quickened and her opening sucked hard on the now three fingers she had driving in and out of it, her palm slapping against her clit causing little explosions in her stomach, ones she knew would soon lead to one, all-encompassing orgasm that would leave her exhausted and satisfied.
Chapter 2
Andrea awoke the next morning wondering if it was all a dream, thinking it must have been, that it wasn’t possible for it to be real. While getting dressed, she noticed her nipples were tender, and that was enough to convince her it was real, she remembered all to well her feelings in the shower, how she had pinched and twisted her nipples. Then she thought about the amazing orgasm she had, how the waves of pleasure had rolled through her body, buckling her knees to the point of near collapse. Never had she experienced such an explosive feeling, not even when she was having sex, and again that made her wonder about this stranger that had captured her attention so fully.
Her morning went by uneventful, the usual Friday classes, but as lunch neared, Andrea found herself becoming more anxious and excited at the thought of seeing him again. As she walked through the cafeteria and stopped to pay for her meal, Andrea scanned the dining hall looking or him but did not see him. She went to the same table she sat at the day before, hoping he would be looking for her also, and began eating her food slowly.
Thirty minutes later, only half her lunch eaten, Andrea got up to go, she had class soon and could wait no longer. She was very disappointed that he had not shown, but then why should he, he didn’t know her, probably didn’t even notice her at all aside from giving her a polite smile. Andrea began to chastise herself for letting her emotions get the better of her, and for thinking more of that beautiful smile of his then what he apparently intended.
