My Muse [MF]

For Her …

We know each other just barely, fleeting meetings in our apartment building elevator, glances as our running workouts coincide. Your body is delightful, every time I see you with your hair on a ponytail, your tight fitting sports bra and those tiny shorts that highlight your toned long legs I want to die.

More recently we’ve become more friendly though, now our run-ins include brief verbal exchanges, as I playfully tease you as I see you in a sublime office attire in the corner coffee shop: “What, no work out today?”. You just smile, wink and say, “Oh, that was hours ago, try to keep up”, as you take your order, you head towards the exit, but then glance back and give me a flirty smile and head turn.

I don’t think you are aware of how much I enjoy our encounters, truth be told is that I will linger on the streets I know you run by, just waiting to get a glance at you.

The sex gods must have smiled upon me that day, as I saw you complain to our building manager about your apartment lights. I see your frustration building as your issues are not being resolved and overhear the entire saga, having to concentrate extra hard to actually hear your words instead of fantasize about what I would do to those sexy lips that are now displaying a hint of sexy annoyance.

As you turn, I say hi and offer up my handy man talents. Truth is I can hardly change a light bulb, but any excuse to get near you is fair game.

You let me know that you have a zoom meeting ending at noon and I commit to be there at that time, as I frantically search youtube videos on how to fix lighting, thinking of what I have gotten myself into, my lust and desire might be forever vanquished by electrocution …

Minutes flying by, and as I see my phone it is 11:30, and I am now too impatient to wait, I walk over to your apartment, notice the door is not shut entirely, knock once shyly and no answer, knock again, but still no answer, I decide to push the apartment 11 door open, step inside and I hear a loud tedious, business meeting in the background … they all blend into one, the chopped off communication, the one dominating voice the vast number of people for who you see initials, but never turn their camera on or participate … just one more meeting.

As I walk in, I do not call out for you for fear of embarrassing you with an unmuted line, so I near your make shift office space with the intent of showing myself so you can see me and not be startled, but as I glance at you, it is me who is startled.

I see you away from your desk, facing a mirror, your legs barely holding you upright as you have to lean against a wall, admiring yourself as you rub your clit under that pencil skirt, your nipples are very subtly noticeable through that, still tucked in, white silky blouse, your face blushed your body twitching, your fingers taking turns massaging and getting in and out of you. The scene exhibiting your absolute lust, your craving, your unbearable need to touch yourself as you wish it was somebody else was.

It takes you a good 10 seconds to notice me, which is less than what it took me to realize that the image was real.

I am completely mesmerized, enthralled in your ecstasy.

You finally notice me and you recoil, straighten your skirt, and apologize, I can see you blush even harder, recognize your look of fear, even shame of being so exposed in front of me. But I just put my index finger to my mouth and say: “shhh.”

“Don’t say a word baby, shhh.

That image, I will never get out of my mind, I will forever remember your expressions, your sensual body moving anxiously, your accelerated breathing, your slightly separated lips … and I apologize for intruding, but I thank you for imprinting yourself in my mind forever.

Keep touching yourself baby. Don’t remove your hand from where it laid just seconds ago … Don’t stop.”

I walk towards you, the zoom meeting still sounding off in the background as I stand behind you, both of us facing that mirror, as I breath in your neck and whisper … “Don’t stop.”

Pulling your hair back, making you lift your head to give me access to that sexy neck as I graze it with my lips and tongue. Your hand tempted to move away from in between your legs, but I again instruct you not to stop touching yourself … “Don’t stop.”

Wrapping my arms around you, holding you tight, my hands squeezing your perfectly sized breasts for an instant before undoing your top button, then the next, moving your now loose blouse to expose your shoulders that I shower with wet soft kisses as I again instruct you … “Don’t stop.”

One more button, then the next, untucking your blouse as it now lays completely open, barely staying on as I touch your skin, your sides, your ab section, my hand on top of yours for a brief instant… “Don’t stop.”

My hands pinching your nipples harder than you expected, sharp contrast with the soft kisses, but you moan and twitch as I do it, turning your head to kiss me passionately as that aggressiveness both catches you off guard and delights you.

Our kiss parts, and I slowly walk around you, my fingers grazing your skin, pulling down your shirt off your left shoulder and pulling it away from your left arm, and as I complete my short 180 degree walk around you, I slip your blouse of your right shoulder and see it slowly fall off your body, only suspended by your hand still dutifully still massaging your clit.

Facing you, my reflection in the mirror, my crazed look of absolute desire as I stare into your eyes, lift your hand from in between your legs and lick your wet fingers, tasting you and ordering again as I guide your hand back where it belongs … “Don’t stop.”

Coming back to tend to those perfect tits, first playfully licking your left nipple, getting it firm as I circle it with the tip of my tongue, your hand instinctively raising to squeeze your perfect breast as I lick them, but I give you a stern look and you immediately put it back where I want it to be.

My tongue slipping in between your small shapely breasts, barely moistening your goosebumped skin, as I descend towards your belly button.

Your lips contorting as your fingers massage your clit, my stare placed firmly at you.

Stepping back and admiring you from about half a meter away, your perfect body, your hand moving in perfect rhythm as I unbutton my trousers in front of you. This excruciating, yet delicious foreplay needs to end now, as we both are unable to bare it any longer.

My throbbing cock bursting out as I approach you, quieting your moans with my index finger in your lips, “Shhh”.

I lift your hands away from your wetness and turn you around placing them on the wall besides the mirror as I end our delicious teasing of each other.

Those toned legs seemingly going on forever as those heels position you perfectly. I raise your pencil skirt over your waist, your round firm ass inviting me to approach you, your juices sliding down your thigh as I approach you from behind.

I insert myself in you, all the way in in a single thrust, staring at you through the mirror connecting with you as I slowly pull out and enter again, deep inside you, slowly and deeply, establishing a beautiful rhythm.

Grabbing your hips as I bend down slightly to straighten my pelvis upward every time I thrust inside of you, sliding upwards, filling you up every single time. Very slowly, very deliberately, very deep each time.

I am in tune with your body movements, your breathing , your moans, your gestures and I know you are clamoring inside for me to fuck you savagely as I pick up the pace, fucking you harder, but with the same depth, leveraging myself into you as I grab those perfect tits.

With every thrust I get a responding moan, turning me on, driving me mad, as I ask in a sexy whisper: “Should we stop?”. Teasing you with the idea of withholding what you need and want so desperately.

Your expression is priceless … disdain, contempt, you don’t say a word, but I read your expression that screams at me, “Are you fucking kidding me”. I flash a mischievous smile at you, but I truly blow my coy attempt at teasing when I savagely pump into you, pulling your hair as I turn your head and kiss you passionately without skipping a beat as I relentlessly pound you from behind, your moans turning into screams.

Biting your neck, pinching your nipples, and matching the intensity of your movements and screams with my cock strokes. Deeper, harder, relentless, your body spasming, your soaked pussy squeezing my hard cock and driving me to the edge.

Not stopping just yet, my hips crashing with your firm ass over and over again, spanking you as I near exploding in you.

One last thrust into you as wave after wave of my cum inundates you, the desire for you fulfilled, but ever present at the same time.

I displace myself from inside you, my penis, still fully erect as not even climaxing seems to have extinguished my lust, your gaze at me, your expression of disbelief, wonder, awe and with no words spoken, you let me know that you share my satisfaction and still burning desire …

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