I had been walking through those glass doors for the last several weeks at almost exactly the same time, just after 10am. Just like all those other times I had just finished running or swimming and showered and was now ready to study.
The days I don't come in have me thinking about coming up with a good excuse to go get a cup even though I'm not studying. What could it be about going there that gets me so turned on? I always end up going downstairs to the bathroom to put a vibe in my panties before I can get back to work.
Today, I ordered my drink from Mike, the slightly-stereotypical-looking-college-philosophy-too-ironic-for-you guy who's always behind the counter. He's tall, probably a good 7 or 8 inches taller than me, with short brown curly hair and these intense green eyes.
I swear most days I can tell he just got hard when I walked up to the counter. He's always flirty and jokes about how he's blatantly "distracted" by my cleavage. I've taken to always wearing deep v-neck t-shirts thin enough for my nipples to show through when they get hard, which always happens when he starts staring. I'm starting to think Mike's been turning the AC down a few degrees before my normal arrival time too.
He's also been joking that he's been putting a special ingredient in my chai tea that's making it hard for me to be away from him too long. I always flirt back, this time sliding both my hands into my jeans back pockets pushing my tits a little toward him, asking, "and why is it that you've been spiking my tea?"
He turns to me and, with a mischievous little grin and a twinkle in his eye, says "I want you thinking about me seducing you... so that I finally can."
I acted aghast and say "Can what? Can seduce me?" I smiled again, "of course, I would know you wouldn't have to go through all that if you wanted me."
His smile broadened, "see, it's working already."
I laughed and ended our little exchange by taking my tea and walking upstairs to the little study nook I've adopted as my own spot. I turned on the little chandelier hanging over my corner of the little sofa and put my laptop out on the coffee table and basically settled into preparing to work. I slipped off my flip-flops and stretched out my legs on the other end of the sofa making sure to keep my short stretchy skirt from flipping up.
I worked like that for about half and hour when a wadded up paper landed on my book. I looked up realizing I was alone on this floor when another wad of paper flew through the air and landed in my shirt. I heard Mike bust out laughing and then the sound of his feet pounding up the stairs. He rounded the corner and, grabbing my legs, slipped under them and onto the end of the sofa, setting my legs down on his lap. He laughed again and put his hands on my calves.
"And just WHAT do you think you're doing, young man?" I say with completely faked calm disbelief. Inside, my heart was racing and my skin was on fire from his hands finally being on my body.
"We're ALL alone..." he announces as he rubs my calf softly, "Sooo, I hung the closed sign up and locked the door." He begins to slide his hand farther up my leg, over my knee, almost to my skirt hem.
I try to maintain my composure and calm my breathing saying, "and you think what is going to happen now?" Everywhere he touches leaves a trail of tingling across my skin. It feels sooooo good. I don't want him to stop touching me regardless of the words coming out of my mouth.
"Well, my little temptress, the last bit of powder I put in your tea today should be just enough to make you feel something rather electric whenever I touch you. It takes about thirty minutes to hit your system and it's been about thirty-three minutes since I handed it to you. So this" as he grips my leg a bit and slides his hand farther up the outside of my thigh under my skirt, "should about be enough to set the spark."
I wondered if he was really telling the truth after all. Did he really spike my tea all this time? Was there really something that was making me want him like this? My skin was on fire and "electric" seemed like a very good word for what was happening right now.
He slipped his hand down and around the underneath my knee and pulled it up towards him. I wasn't resisting in the least. In fact, I was focusing on trying to keep my breathing calm and not pounce on him.
He lowered his mouth and kissed my knee looking up at me the whole time, watching for my opposition I guess. His mouth felt cool on the fire that had become my skin and I wanted more. Lots more.
I consider his hands and his mouth and the way my body is reacting to his lips on my skin, "Mike? You didn't REALLY put something in my drink did you?"
He calmly took one of my hands and kissed my palm making me catch my breath. He licked my finger and then sucked it into his mouth. My skin tingled and danced and my panties became moist. Just then I wondered if he could see down my skirt but his eyes never left mine.
He leaned over, sliding along my body, until he was just hovering over me. He smiled and kissed me, lightly on my lips and then slipping his tongue searchingly deeper. My whole body reacted to his mouth and he was on me instantly. He slid my skirt up on one side and slipped his hand down my thigh and back up to my panties. I couldn't believe I was just laying back on the sofa letting this young guy who I barely knew do these things to me.
Mike sucked on my bottom lip as he slipped his fingers under my panties and began rubbing my clit. "Mmmmmm... see, you're already so wet and your nipples are so hard." With that he reached his other hand up and pulled my shirt down to push one of my tits up and kissed my cleavage. Everywhere his mouth touched was like cool water on my overheated skin.
He pinched my nipple and sucked at it through my shirt, then just pulled it up and unhooked my bra grabbing both of my tits and began sucking on my nipples, licking and lightly biting. I couldn't tell if the intensity I was feeling was from him or me.
