Mina’s life lay in shatters and she didn’t even know why. It simply felt this way for her. All in all, she felt overemotional and yet empty. Everything touched her heart, made her feel vulnerable and weak, flooded with feelings. She had been carrying around this undefinable feeling for quite a long time now, not knowing its roots. And there was this strange humming deep down in the middle of her body. A vibration, a fluttering, deep down in her guts that constantly reminded her of her loneliness, her emptiness. Nobody seemed to click with her, seemed to really see her. Desperately Mina tried to remember when she had been touched the last time by somebody – anybody.
But one day, Dave entered her life. He was an intern. Young, fresh, a new face in the team. His energy and his youthfulness radiated out of his every pores. And he became the highlight of Mina’s days at work. His smile, his naivety, everything he did and said made her feel better. For the first time in a long period she felt seen, no longer walking the workplace like an invisible, empty shell. When Dave talked to her, he always showed authentic interest, meaning every word he said and listening carefully to everything she said. For Mina this felt as if the world had shifted a bit. Around him she didn’t only feel seen, but also *touched*. When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to see inside of her, touching her from the inside.
That’s when the dreams started. Every night Dave was there, teasing her, touching her, kissing her. These dreams provoked a sexual tingling, waking up something inside of her that she had almost forgotten about. They made her realise that she hadn’t only been untouched, but was seriously underfucked.
Working together with Dave in the same office became a strange experience for Mina. She daydreamed a lot and had serious issues focusing on things around her. Dave’s physical presence was enough to make her feel aroused. She urged for his attention. And yet. As soon as he watched her, she felt anxious, insecure about what to do with these feelings deep down inside of her. She was basically embarrassed about being horny, longing for his touch. All in all, Mina felt a bit like a needy, pathetic teenager.
Usually there was quite a bustling atmosphere in the break room. But not this week, as most of the team had already gone on their summer vacation. So when Dave entered the tiny room, it was just the two of them. “You sure, you are alright?”, he said. “You seem rather strange. Unhappy if I may say.” When Mina didn’t answer right away, Dave moved a bit closer. His towering presence made her utterly speechless, which of course confused him even more. Obviously, she was acting intuitively when she simply looked at him, moved one step closer and wrapped her arms around his upper body. His hug was hesitant first, but grew firmer, even touching the back of her head with his right hand. None of them said anything. Mina sucked in his scent, felt the muscles underneath his shirt and didn’t dare to open her eyes. She didn’t want this hug to end. But they both heard Marcus who was about the come into the room in order to get his coffee. After releasing the tension of their bodies and slowly letting go of each other, Mina said “Thank you for the hug. I know it sounds pathetic…but I really needed that.” Dave’s charming smile afterwards and his scent all over her body made the rest of the day so much better.
The next morning her panties were slightly wet again. Again, she had dreamt about him, his touches, his voice and the warmth of their hug. Mina started thinking about how wretched this all was. A 37-year-old woman getting all excited and sexually aroused because a 24-year-old guy let her hug him in the office break room. Really? For her it was obvious that she had reached a point where things couldn’t possibly get any more miserable. So Mina decided that today her life would change. Today she would start anew, ignoring this vibrating feeling in her nether parts, avoiding Dave and his beautiful body of his. And it all started so well for her. Mina worked in a very focused manner, acting all professionally and never letting her eyes wander through the half-empty office. When she packed her stuff and wanted to leave at five, she realized she had forgotten freshly printed brochures in the copier room. She was searching for them on the shelf there, when she heard Dave come in. She didn’t turn around and expected him to leave again rather quickly. The next second, however, she felt him stand behind her. Very close. His body was so close to hers that she scented his after-shave.
“I dreamt about you, you know?”, was all he said. Mina slowly turned around and tipped her head back so her eyes could meet his. She had absolutely no idea what to say and she was sure she would have stammered anyway. Dave saw her hesitation. His tongue was very briefly visible when he licked his lips before they formed a kinky smile. Mina’s pulse was racing, her whole body seemed to be fluttering. Right when she wanted to lower her eyes, Dave cupped both her cheeks with his hands and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, pressed firmly onto hers. Not daring to breathe, she slowly opened her eyes, when their lips parted. Again, there was his cheeky smile, which emphasized his youthful look even more. He looked so fresh, so full of energy. Mina had this fleeting thought of him easily being able to lift her up and lay her down onto the small table right over there. He could press his body onto her and rub his crotch against her wanting hips… But all he did was look at her, his eyes piercing hers, as if he were able to see what was going on inside of her. How much time had passed? Mina couldn’t tell. Probably a few seconds, maybe a minute. To her it felt like an eternity. An eternity that ended abruptly when someone from the cleaning team entered the room with a creaky trolley full of cleaning utensils.
The rest of the workday, Mina spent uncomfortably sitting at their desk. She constantly felt her heartbeat and couldn’t focus on anything but this vibrating, throbbing feeling between her legs. If her boss hadn’t been rushing through the office the whole day, she would probably have spent some time in the restrooms, fingering herself, making sure this throbbing feeling would go away. She had always thought that women weren’t able to feel such a strong sexual urge, such a strong need for being fucked. But there she was – sitting on her office chair, pressing her legs together and feeling the wet in her panties. She felt both embarrassed and exhilarated by the fact that she had this pulsating feeling in pussy because of a mere kiss. A kiss from an intern. Mina couldn’t focus on work anymore and called it a day one hour earlier than usual. The bike ride home took 15 minutes and she enjoyed every single second on the saddle of her second-hand rattly green bicycle.
At home she felt like a tiger in a cage – restless, unsure what to do, what to think. There was this urging feeling of seeing Dave now. She wanted to kiss him again. Wanted to feel his body close to hers. Instinctively, acting on pure impulse and the throbbing feeling between her thighs, she was googling his address and saddled her bicycle again. The short trip to his flat was enough to make her doubt her decision. By the time she arrived at his place this feeling of insecurity had grown into full-blown anxiety. What the hell was wrong with her? What was she doing here? Right at the moment when she decided to head back home, Dave came around the corner and they almost bumped into each other. With a juvenile smile on his lips he simply said “Hi, Mina. I was pretty sure you’d show up. Would you like to come in?”. His self-confidence and lightheartedness were contagious, so – surprising herself – she said yes without hesitation.
His flat was chaotic, but in a charming way. Signs of a young man’s lifestyle were to be found everywhere in each of the tiny rooms. Mina felt a bit like an intruder in a world that she had long left behind. A world with less anxiety. Fewer strains of adulthood. Dave dropped his backpack, kicked off his shoes and walked into the small kitchen. He came back with two glasses of white wine and said “Welcome to my little flat” with a big smile on his face. Mina took a sip and was happy that he had been offered something to drink. That way she knew at least where to put her hands. A feeling of awkwardness arose when she realized that she had no idea what she could say to him.
As if he could read her mind, he said: “I think I know why you’re here.” “Really? I don’t even know it myself to be honest.” With a swift movement he took ahold of her wine glass, placed it on the little high-board next to them and made a step towards her. “I think that’s why”, he almost whispered and kissed her without any warning. This kiss was different. Mina didn’t only feel the warm pressure of his lips, but also felt his tongue searching hers. She parted her lips willingly and basked in this feeling of being completely lost in a passionate kiss. Her hands instinctively found their way. She touched his face and then buried her fingers in his hair. Also Dave didn’t hesitate and pressed his body against hers and lowering his hands to her butt, grabbing it in a possessive manner. Hadn’t her mother always warned her about men like him? Towering men who claim women, who make no secret of wanting their body. And yet, there she was – wanting to be possessed, even wanting to be used by him. Mina suddenly realized that she had felt like a dessert for much too long now. She didn’t want to feel like that anymore. She wanted to be rained upon, she wanted to get rid of this dry, barren land inside of her. She wanted to be drenched by his youthful lightness, by his bursting energy.
Mina freed herself from his passionate kiss and his tight grip on her body and looked at him. With a surprisingly elegant move she stripped off her top and Dave did the same with his t-shirt. Her fingers moved along his torso. He had this perfectly natural tan and well-defined muscles that (thank God!) didn’t shout gym. She placed her right hand above the seam of his jeans and pushed him backwards until his back touched the wall. And there it was again, this beautiful kinky smile of his! Without hesitating Mina unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and lowered them. She touched the bulge in his boxers, feeling its strength and warmth. It felt like it had been ages since she’d last touched a hard cock. When she looked up, she saw that Dave was leaning his head back against the cooling wall, releasing a soft moan. She stripped him of his underwear as well and took his penis in her left hand, moving along the shaft, sometimes gripping tighter, sometimes only applying only a light amount of pressure.
Their kiss grew more passionate, tongues intertwined. Dave’s hands moved up to her breasts. They felt heavy and warm in his hands. He could feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her bra. When she let go of his hard dick, she felt it bounce against her body. The warmth of his hand against her tits and his tongue on her neck and right below hear ears made her feel a bit dizzy. Now it was Dave who pushed her backwards towards the kitchen table. Her butt collided with the edge of the table and he softly lifted her up so she could sit on it. With a simple one-handed movement, he opened her bra, making Mina wonder how often he had done that before. He cupped her breasts and started licking her hard nipples. His tongue circled around them, licked, sucked them. She was wax in his hands, throwing her head back and sighing deeply. As if her nipples where directly linked to her nether parts, she felt her pussy getting wet. Dave’s cock was slowly bouncing up and down while he caressed her tits and Mina pushed forward to the very edge of the table because she wanted to feel it between her legs.
Without any warning and a swift movement, Dave helped her get rid of her trousers and her panties. With a smug smile on his face, he saw the wet stain on her panties, as he tossed them on the kitchen floor. It was clear what was going to happen next and Mina was more than ready to spread her legs. Dave started teasing her pussy with his hard cock, slowly moving it along her slit, all the way from her butthole to her clit. Mina felt like melting and her moaning grew louder, showing him her readiness. But he stopped, then bended forward gently kissing her belly. She felt his tongue move on her delicate skin, slowly making his way towards her thighs. Then she felt his warm breath against her wet pussy. He looked up, smirked and only then – after having checked that she was basically begging for it – he started rimming her. Mina felt the warmth and the softness of him softly moving from her butthole up to her clit. Dave’s moaning clearly showed that he enjoyed what he was doing, making Mina sink deeply into this world that now only consisted of her body and his face between her legs.
Mina had been licked before. But not like this. Her panting getting louder, the prickling all over her body spreading at a dangerous speed, she knew she would come if he didn’t stop. That’s why she touched his head and slowly lifted his chin so he would stand erect again. They looked at each other quickly before kissing again. Between kisses, she whispered into his ears: “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you.” And he did. Dave’s throbbing dick slid into her wet pussy. It felt like slowly sinking into a hot bath after a hard day’s work. His cock filled her, completed her even. And the walls of her wet hole perfectly embraced his erection. Mina could have come instantly if she hadn’t held her breath, also trying not to hear his deep voice that formed a perfect groan. The fact that he seemed to want this as badly as she did turned her on. It felt so good to be the reason for the sweat on his torso, for his desperate grip at the back of her head, for the tension in every single one of his muscles. Mina tried to focus on his beautiful hair, on his soft lips on her neck and not too much on his dick that she felt gliding back and forth inside of her.
Of course, shifting her focus didn’t help at all. His scent was all over her and now that he placed his thumb on her clit and started pushing deeper and faster, there was no holding back anymore. She felt those tiny little sparkles all over her skin. They were moving relentlessly towards the very center of her body, making her pant loudly and reaching a climax that made her body twitch and bend backwards. Also Dave’s body showed that he was close to coming and after a few more thrusts, Mina could feel his pulsating orgasm inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his butt and sensed his tousled, tikling hair on her collar bone when he lay his head on her chest. Both their hearts were hammering and for a moment it was as if they were completely synchronized, echoing each other.
She had wanted to be his. His and his alone. At least for this moment. And that was exactly what she felt right now. She felt set free and possessed at the same time. His manliness had been necessary to make her feel complete, make her feel like a woman again. Ironic, isn’t it? And yet it made absolute sense to her. Lying there, naked, sweaty, on a kitchen table in someone else’s flat was what she had been longing for. Maybe not the mint-coloured sneaker socks that she still wore. But all the rest was exactly what she had needed to feel whole again. Feel again.
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