[MF] charged fantasy

I have this fantasy, that is both incredibly specific, and insanely sexual. We both walk a lot in this building, and we both seem to walk at a quicker than average pace. I can’t say for sure, because I haven’t been close enough to you to say, but I think we’re really close in height. I can only imagine how good you smell. If you smell anything like how you look, I think I might come apart if I were to be able take that scent in. I hope it smells a little bit like YOU, that scent of your body laced with the freshness of deodorant, I bet it smells like clean, fresh, musky testosterone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more masculine presence in a guy who stands about 5’4”, but I can’t get over how it felt inside me when we were talking a few weeks ago and I could look straight at you and into your blue eyes. Anyway. This fantasy. I am walking, and you are walking, and we both round a corner at a similar pace literally walking right into each other. Instinctually, instead of pulling back, you reach out at me, and wrap your arm around my waist, right at or above my hip level and as I lean back you keep moving forward until we have curved around the corner and my back is up against the wall. You never pull back, you just keep leaning in and we both kind of catch our breath from the startle. Our eyes are locked into the others and there is a buzzing sexual energy flowing between us. You aren’t pulling back, and all I want is to touch your chest, feel the lean muscle under your slim fitting shirt, the kind you wear every day that teases me, gives me enough of a view to know how hard you work. I want to hear you take a steep breath in when my hand connects with you. I want to feel your fingertips add pressure to my back and let me know that this is as charged for you as it is for me. Even though I would love to feel your lips… or taste you, any of you, that doesn’t happen here. We both sort of know we can’t… this is work, and I am married. But who could have predicted the timing, this startling accident in the hall wasn’t intentional and we will both gain back our composure and continue our day like this didn’t happen. Before we do, there is one last detail I crave. In my fantasy, before you let me go you bring your mouth right up next to mine, then lean in a little closer so you can smell me and my hair. We can feel each other’s breath, warm and soft. I can hear you, taking in a deep breath, letting me know you wanted to experience that part of me as badly as I want it of you. Then as you pull back you softly brush your cheek then lips across my face, Just enough to make my entire body light up. I feel your stubble then the smoothness of your lips brush over me and it is so exquisite I can feel every part of my body responding. When your lips lose contact with the edge of my mouth our eyes meet again. I run my hand from your collar bone down…down over your hip bone and connect with the top of your jeans and belt where I grab it for just a second before letting go. I feel you loosen your grip on me and you let your hand graze over my body as you pull away, feeling that it is smaller than it looks under my baggy tops. Our eyes never leave their lock, but I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I close my eyes to savor the moment we just shared as you stand up and compose yourself. When I open my eyes, you have that half smile, the one that even though I don’t know you well, I know enough to know it is real. I run my fingers down your blacked-out arm, feeling the strength and control you have. We both know it’s over and time to carry on before anyone else rounds the corner. I touch both my cheeks trying to cool them off. You take a step back and let me move to the side. You ask me if I am okay and I nod. We look into each others eyes one last second, both filing this away for another time. Then like in never happened, we both start back on our way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bxte2/mf_charged_fantasy

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