Deep desires
That day, I went to the pub. My friend was supposed to be there as well, but I arrived first. So I got a beer and waited in a corner from where I could see the whole pub. It wasn’t very crowded, but crowded enough that I didn’t feel exposed. I felt confidant and with nothing more to do than wait for my friend, I looked around.
Lost in thought, I watched the people around me and noticed that again and again my eyes rested on a young man sitting with his friends. Dark hair, dark eyes, a very kind smile. He didn’t notice me, busy talking and laughing. I took a sip of my drink and wondered what his voice would sound like.
Then he looked at me. And at that exact moment, I got a text. My friend had cancelled. I cursed, texted back, looked up and there it was, eye contact. My initial frustration faded, and I made a deal with myself that this wasn’t going to ruin my night. It was still early. Instead, I kept watching you. You felt it. Sometimes people blocked my view, but whenever it cleared, I saw you staring back. I could tell you were getting a bit nervous, shifting in youre chair, losing track of the conversation. But I could also read it in your face, you liked the attention, my lingering gaze.
So I took sip after sip, following you with my eyes. Meanwhile, I slowly ran my index finger along my chin, down my neck, over the top of my breasts. Nothing obvious, but very meaningful to someone who was paying attention.
I read the signs: it was youre turn to get the drinks. So I made my way to the bar. You were stalling, saw me getting closer and from the look you gave youre friends at the table, I could tell you were a bit worried about what would happen next. We ended up standing at the bar at the same time. I made sure to stand next to you, slightly turned because of the crowd, but in reality, so you could feel my breast pressing against you. I looked at you. You were staring straight ahead, so I studied your profile. You didn’t want to show it, but you felt me.
We didn’t say anything for a moment, until I decided it was time.
“Meet me outside in five minutes,” I said.
You turned your head, looked at me, and replied, “Okay, miss.”
Then I walked away, through the door to the outside.
I felt your eyes on me as I left, but I didn’t look back. I knew you would follow. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.
Outside I paused. "Now what?" I thought, looking around. I could hear the sounds of the pub behind me, but otherwise it was quiet. A few people were on the street, but farther away. The temperature was pleasant, and I searched for a good spot.
There it was. Just across the street, a narrow alley I had never noticed before. I crossed over and waited. Not for long.
The pub door opened, and you stepped outside. You spotted me just as I disappeared into the alley.
I was waiting for you in the middle of it. You stopped in front of me. I looked into your eyes without saying a word. Then suddenly I grabbed your shoulders with both hands and turned you around so you were facing the wall. I pushed you against it, your cheek pressed to the bricks. My hands forced their way between your legs, and you heard me say, “Lower yourself.”
You obeyed.
I pulled your arms behind your back, and you immediately folded your hands to keep them there. You felt my body pressing against you, feeling you up. I am smaller than you, but with the way you’re standing now, I can easily reach your ear. I stick out my tongue and lick it.
You sigh deeply.
My tongue moves to your lips. They part eagerly, and I let my wet tongue taste you, feel yours respond. Just before you get too greedy, I pull back. You try to follow, but my mouth is just out of reach. Still, you can feel my breath on your cheek.
You sigh again, your body relaxing slightly, waiting for what comes next.
Both my hands slide forward, down your chest, lower. Over your nipples through your shirt, lower, over your belly, lower still. Your tension builds again, so I tease you further. I squat down, my arms curling around your legs, my hands between them. Slowly, I move upward, my hands closing in on your most sensitive spot, higher and higher, until I can’t go any further.
You feel my fingertips barely touching, teasing through the fabric, one finger brushing over your cock.
Then I stand up again behind you. In one smooth motion, my hands slide from your back under your pants and beneath your underwear. I’m glad your clothes aren’t too tight. My hand grabs your ass as I kiss you, letting you taste my tongue again. At the same time, one finger slips between your cheeks. This time, I let you kiss me longer.
Then I have an idea. I pull back, grab your shoulders, and turn you around. You’re surprised, which gives me the chance to take your place against the wall. Now you’re standing in front of me. I reach between your legs, unbutton your jeans, and pull down the zipper, giving your swollen member some room.
I can’t help myself. I squat and taste you through the fabric of your underwear. A damp spot. You moan, but I have other plans. I stand again, take your hand, and guide it beneath my skirt, past every barrier, until your fingers find my wetness. “Let me feel your fingers.”
You do. Over my clit, then one finger inside me. Then two. Maybe three. I lean back against the wall, savoring the sensation.
I remove the last of the fabric in my way, take your hand again, guide it to your mouth so you can taste me. I lean forward and taste myself too as we lick your fingers together. Then I look you in the eyes, grab your head with both hands, and push you down.
“On your knees for me.”
You obey willingly. Youre tongue finds me, slipping and gliding, tasting me, circling my clit. I feel overwhelmed, so hot I can barely hold on. You seem to sense it and slide two fingers inside me. I look down at you, the sight alone enough to push me over the edge.
I come hard, unable to suppress a cry, not caring if anyone hears. You feel my body tighten, my wetness spilling over your hand.
I take a moment to catch my breath. I am empty, but not finished with you.
I pull you up, kiss you deeply, tasting myself on your lips. Our hands explore each other as I plan my next move. Then I slip around you again, pressing against you as before, only now your pants are open. I pull them down and bite into your bare ass, licking lower, deeper. Your moans grow heavier. Your cock is hard, swollen, pulsing. I pull it back slightly so I can reach it with my mouth, sucking you from behind. I slap your ass, the sound echoing in the alley. I squeeze, spread, lick, tease, until you’re breathing hard, unable to hold back.
I stroke you while my tongue explores you further. Your breathing tells me you’re close. I stand, still stroking, wet my finger, and then you feel it pressing, entering.
“I’m cumming,” you gasp. That’s exactly the moment I was waiting for. I squeeze you harder, push my finger deeper, and you lose control, growling as you come. I feel everything: Youre release, youre body tightening around my finger.
When it’s over, I whisper in your ear, “That was delightful,” and walk out of the alley.
I’m already looking forward to next weekend....
Lost in thought, I watched the people around me and noticed that again and again my eyes rested on a young man sitting with his friends. Dark hair, dark eyes, a very kind smile. He didn’t notice me, busy talking and laughing. I took a sip of my drink and wondered what his voice would sound like.
Then he looked at me. And at that exact moment, I got a text. My friend had cancelled. I cursed, texted back, looked up and there it was, eye contact. My initial frustration faded, and I made a deal with myself that this wasn’t going to ruin my night. It was still early. Instead, I kept watching you. You felt it. Sometimes people blocked my view, but whenever it cleared, I saw you staring back. I could tell you were getting a bit nervous, shifting in youre chair, losing track of the conversation. But I could also read it in your face, you liked the attention, my lingering gaze.
So I took sip after sip, following you with my eyes. Meanwhile, I slowly ran my index finger along my chin, down my neck, over the top of my breasts. Nothing obvious, but very meaningful to someone who was paying attention.
I read the signs: it was youre turn to get the drinks. So I made my way to the bar. You were stalling, saw me getting closer and from the look you gave youre friends at the table, I could tell you were a bit worried about what would happen next. We ended up standing at the bar at the same time. I made sure to stand next to you, slightly turned because of the crowd, but in reality, so you could feel my breast pressing against you. I looked at you. You were staring straight ahead, so I studied your profile. You didn’t want to show it, but you felt me.
We didn’t say anything for a moment, until I decided it was time.
“Meet me outside in five minutes,” I said.
You turned your head, looked at me, and replied, “Okay, miss.”
Then I walked away, through the door to the outside.
I felt your eyes on me as I left, but I didn’t look back. I knew you would follow. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.
Outside I paused. "Now what?" I thought, looking around. I could hear the sounds of the pub behind me, but otherwise it was quiet. A few people were on the street, but farther away. The temperature was pleasant, and I searched for a good spot.
There it was. Just across the street, a narrow alley I had never noticed before. I crossed over and waited. Not for long.
The pub door opened, and you stepped outside. You spotted me just as I disappeared into the alley.
I was waiting for you in the middle of it. You stopped in front of me. I looked into your eyes without saying a word. Then suddenly I grabbed your shoulders with both hands and turned you around so you were facing the wall. I pushed you against it, your cheek pressed to the bricks. My hands forced their way between your legs, and you heard me say, “Lower yourself.”
You obeyed.
I pulled your arms behind your back, and you immediately folded your hands to keep them there. You felt my body pressing against you, feeling you up. I am smaller than you, but with the way you’re standing now, I can easily reach your ear. I stick out my tongue and lick it.
You sigh deeply.
My tongue moves to your lips. They part eagerly, and I let my wet tongue taste you, feel yours respond. Just before you get too greedy, I pull back. You try to follow, but my mouth is just out of reach. Still, you can feel my breath on your cheek.
You sigh again, your body relaxing slightly, waiting for what comes next.
Both my hands slide forward, down your chest, lower. Over your nipples through your shirt, lower, over your belly, lower still. Your tension builds again, so I tease you further. I squat down, my arms curling around your legs, my hands between them. Slowly, I move upward, my hands closing in on your most sensitive spot, higher and higher, until I can’t go any further.
You feel my fingertips barely touching, teasing through the fabric, one finger brushing over your cock.
Then I stand up again behind you. In one smooth motion, my hands slide from your back under your pants and beneath your underwear. I’m glad your clothes aren’t too tight. My hand grabs your ass as I kiss you, letting you taste my tongue again. At the same time, one finger slips between your cheeks. This time, I let you kiss me longer.
Then I have an idea. I pull back, grab your shoulders, and turn you around. You’re surprised, which gives me the chance to take your place against the wall. Now you’re standing in front of me. I reach between your legs, unbutton your jeans, and pull down the zipper, giving your swollen member some room.
I can’t help myself. I squat and taste you through the fabric of your underwear. A damp spot. You moan, but I have other plans. I stand again, take your hand, and guide it beneath my skirt, past every barrier, until your fingers find my wetness. “Let me feel your fingers.”
You do. Over my clit, then one finger inside me. Then two. Maybe three. I lean back against the wall, savoring the sensation.
I remove the last of the fabric in my way, take your hand again, guide it to your mouth so you can taste me. I lean forward and taste myself too as we lick your fingers together. Then I look you in the eyes, grab your head with both hands, and push you down.
“On your knees for me.”
You obey willingly. Youre tongue finds me, slipping and gliding, tasting me, circling my clit. I feel overwhelmed, so hot I can barely hold on. You seem to sense it and slide two fingers inside me. I look down at you, the sight alone enough to push me over the edge.
I come hard, unable to suppress a cry, not caring if anyone hears. You feel my body tighten, my wetness spilling over your hand.
I take a moment to catch my breath. I am empty, but not finished with you.
I pull you up, kiss you deeply, tasting myself on your lips. Our hands explore each other as I plan my next move. Then I slip around you again, pressing against you as before, only now your pants are open. I pull them down and bite into your bare ass, licking lower, deeper. Your moans grow heavier. Your cock is hard, swollen, pulsing. I pull it back slightly so I can reach it with my mouth, sucking you from behind. I slap your ass, the sound echoing in the alley. I squeeze, spread, lick, tease, until you’re breathing hard, unable to hold back.
I stroke you while my tongue explores you further. Your breathing tells me you’re close. I stand, still stroking, wet my finger, and then you feel it pressing, entering.
“I’m cumming,” you gasp. That’s exactly the moment I was waiting for. I squeeze you harder, push my finger deeper, and you lose control, growling as you come. I feel everything: Youre release, youre body tightening around my finger.
When it’s over, I whisper in your ear, “That was delightful,” and walk out of the alley.
I’m already looking forward to next weekend....
14年前
