I was eighteen years old when I first laid eyes on Raymond. He was 30 and in my opinion, the hottest guy I had ever seen. Every time I saw him my stomach got butterflies and my heart would beat faster. "He's so damned hot!" I would tell my friends on an almost daily basis. I met him through my cousin. I would baby-sit her kids sometimes and it seemed like he was always there. He was tall and muscular with dark eyes and dark hair. He also drank and smoked pot all the time which made him a total bad boy in my eyes, and so much hotter. Plus my dad hated him and specifically told me "I don't want you near him." All of that combined just made me crazy to sleep with him, and I made it my goal to do so. "I will fuck him!" I told my closest friend. Every time I saw him I tried my best to act all flirty and hot...thinking back I just looked lame. There were a few times he came over when I was babysitting and it was just me and him after I put the kids to bed, but nothing happened. We would just play video games all night and he would occasionally stare at me with this insane smoking hot gaze...it left me burning up inside my clothes and desperate to get laid. There was many a night after babysitting that I would be home in my bed and my fingers would travel down my stomach to finger my swollen clit while my mind concocted wild images of me and him together. I brought myself to quite a few amazing orgasms, quiet ones though because my parents were in the next room.
The kids I babysat inevitably got older, and my services were no longer needed. Raymond dropped out of my life as quickly as he came into it. Every now and then I would think of him and my unsuccessful attempts to sleep with him but eventually I forgot about him. That is until a chance meeting with him on the subway when I was 20. I got on the C-train and sat down. I heard someone clear their throat loudly and obnoxiously behind me but didn't pay any attention to it, until I heard "Nikki!". I turned and Ray was sitting directly behind me. My stomach started doing the funny little flip-flops that were so familiar to me and my pulse quickened. The vow I had made two years before came slamming into my brain. I stood up on my wobbly legs and sat next to him. After the usual "hi's" and "how are you's?" we fell silent and looked out the window.
Ray broke the silence by asking "How old are you now?"
"20" I answered.
"Holy shit that makes me feel old..." He trailed off.
"Noooo you're not! What are you, like 32, 33?" I asked. "That's not that old."
"Yeah, I'm 32. But I still remember you as Lindsay's little cousin who would bitch to me about getting 10 bucks for babysitting all night long."
I laughed. "Those kids were little bastards though! I deserved at least 15."
Once again we fell silent.
"Hey," he said suddenly "I have the new Xbox at my place if you wanna come try it." I thought back to our evenings of video games and how I desperately wanted to fuck him but was too shy to make any moves. That was not going to be the case today though...I put my hand on his thigh and said softly "Sure." I saw shock in his eyes and underneath that, understanding. I thought of what might happen between us and my pussy started to ache. We got off the train at his stop and headed towards the escalators. Once we got on them, he took a long appreciative look at me and declared "You sure filled out in all the right places." He put his hand on my hip and let it slide across my ass. I shivered uncontrollably and felt my pussy getting unbearably wet. All of a sudden my jeans felt too tight, and I shifted my weight from foot to foot to try and ease the tension.
"Problems?" he asked grinning.
I just looked away and pretended to find something incredibly interesting in the advertising for cell phones that adorned the subway walls.
"For fuck's sake Nikki! Stop acting like a giddy schoolgirl and tell this man how you feel or you'll never get laid!" I thought to myself.
We came out of the station and walked a few blocks to his apartment. Soon we were standing in front of it and Ray was fishing his keys out of his pocket. "This is it..." I thought and took a deep breath.
