The following is based loosely on real life event. I had forgotten all about that youthful indiscretion until I ran across the real story written down on Literotica at the time. Minor changes have been made for flavor. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did at the time.
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Jake; I cant help but eye him like that ... look at him hungrily. Juggling the large floral arrangement I was carrying, I eyed him through the flowers. A man like that was just so delicious. Tall, broad, and powerful. He was gorgeous with his short dirty blond hair and goatee that traced his strong jaw. The lines beginning to show around his eyes made him look mischievous and the scar on his cheek added an air of danger. His 6.4ft frame was thickly muscled from his boxing hobby and was wrapped in well-fitted tux looking positively irresistible. How is it they managed to find a tux that fit his chest and yet couldn't find one that wouldn't strain against my breasts?
I inhaled his intoxicating scent as I sashayed by and gave him a once over. He smirked at the buttons straining at my chest and threw me a wink. I could feel a blush creeping up my neck from under the lapels of my tux. Dirty man.
This had been going on for months between him and I, eyeing each other hungrily in the computer room, trading suggestive remarks, sitting a little too close for comfort... all seemingly in jest. Jake was older, in his 30's, and I had just turned 18. The man was divorced, he had kids who were closer to my age than I was to him. It would be wrong. It would be... dirty. And yet... we kept teasing. All the hours I had spent alone with him... all the nights I went home hungry and excited from class, left wanting because neither of us would call each other on it, were coming to a peak.
I couldn't even see him without heat pooling deep in my body. I was tuned to his spicy smell, the sight of him, the subtle grace with with he walked, like a great cat languidly moving, raw strength and grace. I wanted him, there was no doubt. Tonight I would test the limits of our constant teasing.
Tonight was college graduation and we were both donating our time at the ceremony. So there we where, stuck for several hours together in our tuxes. I kept getting excited thinking about all the hidden empty rooms, all the things we had to take to storage, all the time I'd have really alone with him. Every chance I got, I volunteered to take a job that would put me near him that afternoon... hoping for my chance
As we were coming back from the kitchen I made my usual pass at him. "Hey there handsome. My aren't we looking tasty this evening?"
He gave me a hot look and rumbled in his sultry voice "Little girl, I've been around a few times, and frankly, you wouldn't know what to do." He leaned in and smirked, "I don't have the time to train you. I'd spend the whole two hours just having to show you what to do." Then he walked off, pleased with himself for having the last word again. Every time, cat and mouse ends with him sauntering off.
No more mouse this evening. It was time to change the game. The theater was quiet still, just a few of us here setting up; I had to keep my voice low. I walked up beside him and he offered me his arm. Looking straight ahead while we were walking, I said in a low even voice, "You may have been around the block a few times mister, but I bet I've got some naughty surprises that you would be rather pleased with."
I gave him that same hungry look and ran my finger up the front of his lapel...leaving him somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He raised his eyebrow and tried to chuckle at the touch, to give me an out, where we could both laugh it off and pretend neither was serious.
I was staring silently at his mouth until the deep rumble of his laugh stopped and turned into a slow grin. He murmured, "What are you staring at little girl?"
"You" and I looked him up and down.
His eyes flashed, desire? Frustration at the change in the game? Maybe he felt I was playing a little close to the fire. His grin turned a little cruel at the edge and he leaned against the wall."You wanna go? because there's a nice dark stage right there."
Then to mock me further, like he'd been doing for so long, he spoke loudly in the direction of the supervisor, "I'm gonna go check the lighting on the stage." and then prowled off in that direction.
I followed. He looked back and there I was.. looking at him with lowered lids and a hungry look in my eye. Surprise flashed on his face and his smirk was momentarily lost as he froze, unsure of the new rules of the game. I moved through the back of the theater till I was a few feet away and then stopped... momentarily frozen and wide eyed. My heart thudded in my chest, heat pooled in my core, and I suddenly felt like a mouse who had mistakenly trapped a great cat.
The languid smirk returned. He glanced around cautiously before he slipped into the dressing room. He gave me that teasing look, the knowing one, that he was about to call me on the game. It was well played this evening, we had added some new rules, but I had lost. He knew I wouldn't actually follow him. All our teasing would break off at the last minute and neither would follow through with our thinly veiled promises. Yes, he knew I wouldn't go through with it... I was too young to be serious. But not tonight. Tonight was the night I was going to see what would happen if I said yes.
I followed him. My heart still thundered in my ears, but the wide eyed look was gone, replaced with something new... something a bit predatory... a smirk. I walked up and stopped within inches of his lips, tilting my face, parting my lips. We began to slowly circle each other, both breathing heavily.. not kissing, barely touching.
He looked down at me with that sexy half grin "Are you for real little girl?"
I raised my hands to his hips and leaned in to graze his delicious looking lips. So soft.. and dangerous. I'm not sure who groaned.. maybe it was both of us, it didn't matter. "ah ma" he breathed, and pulled my hips to him, suddenly crushing me with his lips, swirling his tongue around mine.
I could feel him for the first time, pulsing against me. There we were; straining against each other, kisses hot and languid... fire on an intensity I had not known burning down to my very fingertips.. burning everywhere he touched. Oh and how he touched.
His wide hands, thick well muscled hands, moved up my torso and he began to kneed my large breasts roughly. I groaned as his fingers left strokes of heat in their path, my nipples and chest feeling like they were on fire. His eyes flashed as he felt the weight of them and heard my groan, "Oh you've got something sweet for me there."
"mmmhmmmm." I nodded.
I gyrated against him, grinding my pelvis into his throbbing self. I reached down and framed him with my hand. His bucked towards me as I began roughly stroking him.
He groaned loudly and pushed me a bit away. He took a breath and glance back up at me,his eyes bored into me with a devious grin, "You know what my problem is" he gestured down at himself with a chuckle "Im so hot right now ... obviously."
I ran my hands over his large erection to emphasize his statement. "but I cant tell if you are little one, and that's just not fair." He shook his head.
He began to slowly pull at my waist band and slip his hand inside. I, who had been thinking about him all day was so swollen, so hot, so WET, by this point I was beginning to pool down my thigh. When he touched my outer lips his head jerked up to look at me as he groaned in amazement "Oh wow... " and when he slipped his fingers in further... to feel just what a state I was really in, sweet and hot, he almost laughed at me... mocking "Yeah, yeah you are hot aren't you. Ahh jeez.... you're a bad bad little girl."
I looked up at him with my big brown eyes, clouded with pleasure and nodded "uh hu."
Then it began. His fingers were like magic, hot.. stroking furiously and fast in just the right places. Back and forth, dipping into my sweet core then back out to rub my aching clit... this is what I wanted... this is why I followed him, the power, the absolute authority he carried, I was drawn to it. I knew he would be amazing... that he would know without asking. Nothing like the fumbling boys my age. His hands where everywhere.. his lips crushing me... demanding my breath. His fingers curled to touch a spot inside that was almost painful but took my breath away with the pleasure of it. I was so close, higher and higher in such a short time. It had never been like this before. THIS is what I wanted. And then.... he glanced at the clock and stopped.
