After climbing out of the shower and thoroughly drying myself, I walked into the computer room and sat down in front of my computer. The black screen stared back at me reminding me of the loneliness of the early mornings that confronted me day in and day out. A simple click later, and the screen hummed to life bringing with it the images of icons and thoughts created for the electronic functions of everyday mundane life. The clothes I had set out for work lay on the floor not four feet away, but I lacked the desire and motivation to actually put them on. Funny how that works. The shades pulled down, I knew that nobody would be looking in to see me sitting there staring at my computer. Not that anyone would be that interested. I leaned back in the chair, one hand on the keyboard, the other dropping between my legs.
My thoughts drifted as my fingers caressed the growing strength between my legs. The glans of my penis throbbed ever so, as I slid my finger across it. I gripped myself and pulled gently, enjoying the sensation of tightness around my cock. The image started to fill my mind, taking shape. That goddess of desire, angel of my dreams, the woman I could not have. I continued to grip myself in tight vice-like grip, squeezing and releasing as I concentrated on the image of the woman in my visions. My cock throbbed; rock hard.
"Why play with that, when you can play with me?"
Her voice slipped through my mind like soft silk across a prone goddess of desire. And there she was, standing in my doorway. Knowing this vision could not be real, I did not move. But there she stood. A button-down shirt hung loosely over her supple form. Two perfect breasts protested the fabric, and her nipples pressed against it, clearly visible. Her legs came out from underneath with the most perfect curves of flesh that lead down into two feet that knew the worship of men.
I sat in perfect stillness, letting her image wash over me. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and a slight grin sat on those perfect lips. She looked me over and winked, waiting for a response. I released the grip on my manhood, which throbbed with longing, and clambered to my feet. With a slow cautious step, I moved towards her almost frightened that a quick movement would betray my longing and incline her to leave. But she stayed, waiting.
While she stood in silence and watched, waiting with a patience that defied my comprehension, I put one hand on her shoulder, and slid it over and down her back. With a racing heartbeat, I leaned in to her and sniffed her beautiful blonde hair, letting the aroma of her wash over me. I cradled my right hand against the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass. I could feel the longing to be with her swelling within me like the rising tide of a long-lost storm.
I pulled my head back and looked her in the eyes. Those perfect blue eyes peering into my soul. I felt everything falling away in the depths of those eyes. My world did not matter, my daily concerns did not matter. The only thing that mattered was her, standing there, right now. Time had stopped and I wanted it to never move again. This moment, and the moments following were all that mattered.
Still cradling my right hand against the small of her back, I brought up my left and firmly gripped the top of her shirt at the first button. As I grabbed it, my fingers brushed across the bare skin beneath, and a shiver of ecstasy ran down my spine. With one savage jerk, I ripped the shirt open, showering myself with buttons. She did not jerk back, or fight me, but remained staring into my eyes. A coy smile played across her face as the shirt fell open revealing her bare chest.
With an ache, I pulled my eyes away from hers and gazed down at the marvel of flesh there before me. With a tenderness that well concealed the urges within my being, I traced a finger down from her collarbone and around her left nipple. Then I cupped her left breast and felt the weight of it in my hand, lifting it with slow evenness. I ran my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. I brought my other hand over and did the same to her right breast. The perfection of shape and beauty defied all my dreams.
While still holding her breasts in my hands, I leaned forward into her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. The barest sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she tilted her head away from me, revealing a neck so sublime I could spend an eternity worshipping it. While continuing to cup her right breast, my left-hand slides down across her perfectly sculpted stomach. Hardness of strength, but not overly worked muscles there. I shivered again with the thought of her so close as I kissed the side of her neck just below her ear. I could feel her start to draw back, ever so soft a withdraw as I ran my finger along the line of her panties.
Before she could pull back any further, I grabbed her panties with my left hand and shoved her backwards with all the force of my desire. A soft cry of surprise escaped her lips as she stumbled backwards to the floor, leaving half her panties in my hand. I gazed down at her prone form, as she looked back up at me. A look of half surprise and coyness played across her face. From her face, my gaze went down to her two perfect breasts revealed in the light, longing for my touch. Then I gazed down across her flat stomach. No washboard there, just the perfection of every man's desire. Then I looked lower across her groin. The hairless patch that told of someone who took meticulous care of themselves. And those two perfect lips over a mound of desire that nearly drove me to climax just by looking at it.
