Sitting on the edge of my bed I look at the clothes I have hanging out for the day. I smile to myself, a light blush touching my cheeks. I had made it a tradition of stopping after work on Fridays to this restaurant/bar that is in between my house and my work. I would stop and have a few drinks and listen to whatever musician was playing that night. It was a sort of unwinding thing for the weekend.
A few weeks ago I saw this woman and she was amazing. She had short brown hair, stunning blue eyes, curves in the perfect places. Long story short she really got my pulse racing, my heart pounding, and all my thoughts on her. She was with a few friends the first time. I was trying as hard as I could not to ogle. She smiled my way a couple times. I tried to play cool and just nod my head.
I was thankful at least I was in my work clothes, a professional business suit most of the time. By the time she saw me of course my tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, jacket crumpled in a heap on the chair next to me so I wouldn't have any intruders. Nonetheless, I could have been in much worse condition. I sat there, rubbing lotion on my freshly shaved legs recalling watching her for hours.
The next week I came to the bar and at six she walked in again, alone this time. I took care to keep my appearance at least somewhat decent to be presentable in case she decided to come again, one never knows. I saw her look around casually as if she was looking for someone but didn't want it to be obvious. I took a sip of my drink and kept an eye on her, she looked in my direction and our eyes connected. I think my insides might have flipped a few hundred times but I didn't let my face show it, I curled up one side of my mouth in a half smile. I turned away slowly to act as if it was just a passing glance.
I saw that she got a table for two, but by herself. I sat back and admired her for a while, mouthing the words to the familiar songs that the bar band was playing. I saw a young lady walk up to her and whisper something in her ear; I saw her smile, blush, and giggle. It took all the strength I had not to rip this girl's hair out. Then again, I wasn't making any sort of move so who could blame her. I crossed my legs as I watching this girl lead the woman of my dreams out onto the dance floor and press her rather unimpressive body against her and begin to gyrate like some excited school boy.
A moment later I saw my dream girl look at me. I stared back, rather uninhibited. I got up from my seat leaving money on the bar and walk out. My black stilettos clicking the slick wood floor as I made my statement. Going home that night all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head. In my car I blasted my music trying to push her from my thoughts. I walk through the door to my apartment, which looks like something right out of a modern deco magazine. Black leather furniture, glass tables, grayscale sketches of naked women's torso and broken vases.
I threw my brief case on the table and flipped through the mail. I went to my bedroom and stripped of my clothes and stood before the mirror naked, running my hands over my shoulders, arms, breasts, and stomach. I get into a hot shower soaking myself, well at least the parts of my body that weren't soaked prior to this. I picture her naked in front of me. My mouth on her breasts, nibbling her nipples. I imagine my hands roaming every inch of her, dipping my fingers into her sweet hot pussy. When I open my eyes I have my fingers against my clit rubbing in small circles. I lean against the wall I slip my fingers inside of me, feeling my g-spot immediately. I imagine her sitting on my face. My mouth buried in her hungry cunt, her juices pouring on my face.
I grab the removable showerhead and hold it against my throbbing swollen clit. I cry out. I imagine grabbing her ass and pulling her down onto my girl-cock watching her ride me. Watching it sliding in and out of her, over and over again. Guiding her up and down, pumping from beneath her, watching her face as she nears her orgasm. Wanting her to pound against me and explode on me as she screams my name. I want to fuck her like she never has been and never will be fucked again. I want her pussy to always remember me. With that thought I explode, my juices running down my thighs. My whole body shakes with this orgasm. It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure and shower. It would be another week before I could possibly see her again.
Let me tell you that week was torture I found myself locking my office door midday because there was no way I could wait to get home to take care of this ache, I would masturbate sitting in my chair behind my desk. I had even done it through a conference call; they were talking numbers as I fucked my pussy hard and fast with pictures of her kneeling under my desk using her tongue to drive me to ecstasy.