…46, 47, 48, 49, 50.
My eyes open.
Looking down at myself feels like one of those ‘find the differences’ pictures. I’m not sure how long ago it was that I closed my eyes. The ducks are still there, so is the gravel and the smell of spring. But my pussy was definitely not exposed last time I checked, I make a mental note of how it feels now that my eyes are open again. Thankfully only the ducks would have been able to see.
I let go of the railing and adjust my skirt. I lightly chuckle to myself, it almost feels like a dream. Hearing my own steps in the gravel moving towards the steps, I can’t help but smile and laugh.
I suddenly snap back to reality and look up the stairs, maybe I can catch a glimpse? All I see is a couple walking down the stairs and a family walking up. I assume you’re already on your way to our next meeting point. Time to make my way
, too.
I walk up the steps.
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The moment we chose was a quiet one, I browsed all the exhibits and walkways on my way to a long hallway. Normally I would have spent more time walking through, looking, reading and learning, but the goal I had in mind drove me forward. Despite the brightness of the exhibits, the end of the hallway looked very dark. Walking down, I counted all the steps.
..41, 42, 43, 44,
I walk past the door to maintenance, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, There’s the wall.
I touch the wall as I breathe deeply in and out. I breathe in once again, close my eyes, breathe out and wait.
I tried to count how long I had been standing there, but my mind wanders so easily. I think about you, what you might do or say, I remember your touch and the warmth of your body..
As my mind wanders, I hear the sound of determined steps behind me, this is the que for me to turn around.
I count the steps, I missed the first couple, but the last ones add up to..
…6, 7, 8, 9, 10…
I try to fix my posture as I stand up straighter
..11, 12, 13, 14, 15…
My breathing gets faster
…16, 17, 18, 18 , 19, 20
I clasp my hands behind my back..
…21, 22, 23, 24, 25
The steps don’t change rhythm but do get louder.
…26, 27, 28, 29, 30..
… even with my eyes closed I can feel a warm shadow fall over me, I relax…
…31, 32, 33, 34, 35…
They’ve stopped.
A couple taps on my shoulder, Tap,Tap, a three second pause, Tap. It’s you. I turn my head to my right shoulder. You cup my breast and quickly determine where my nipples are, a soft squeeze. Your hands swiftly move down and begin to untuck my shirt from my skirt, rolling it up, all the way up. Up over my breasts, to my armpits.
Once getting there, your hands move back down to grip me firmly before sliding the cups of my bra under my breasts. The cool airconditioned air makes my nipples feel exposed and erect. While cupping my breasts, your thumbs circle around my nipples, getting closer and closer, before you reach all the way, my knees give in and my back goes against the wall.
-, you stop.
“No, no, no, come on, stand up”
I almost feel embarrassed, I move myself of away from the wall and straighten out my back. Presenting the way I think you’re implying. Hands clasped behind my back, facing forward.
“Exactly!” You sound elated.
Your hands immediately find their way back, greedily enjoying my breasts. Gripping, grasping, circling and fondling. Almost as if you want me to give in again.
Gasping and breathing I enjoy my fondling, softly you begin plucking at my nipples. Squeezing and pulling softly until they escape your grip. With each escape, I gasp. Twiddling my nipples in between your fingers, round and round, in circles while switching the pressure with each round. My body rocks back and forth in the Sam rhythm.
And then a wet feeling, your wetness, sucking and pulling on my right nipple greedily as you hold the whole breast up with confidence. The movements of your tongue around my nipple synchronize with your gentle squeezes of the heft of my breast. My head turns up in enjoyment as my whole body sways with the rhythm of your sucking.
Just as I started to get used to the motion. You let go of my right nipple after a hard suck and latch onto the left. As I gasp, your hands catch me as my back gives in. You knew it would, didn’t you? I hang on for a little bit as your hands guide me to stand up straight again.
Your hand (I think it’s your right one), moves up my right leg with clear confidence. Almost mirroring the moves you used before. Before I even fully realize it, your spead-out fingers feather my outer lips, teasing the entrance again.
As my body sways with your sucking motions on my breast, you move inside. Replicating your earlier movements, you pulsate in and out with the rhythm of my beathing. Two fingers again, with a firm thumb circling my hungry clit. My breathing increases as I sense your stable body standing in front of me.
It doesn’t take long for me to give in, I moan. “AhAh”. I wanted it to be soft, but I think I gave out a loud moan, I don’t even know anymore. It doesn’t matter, my one moan signaled you to stop, again.
“Good to know” you say as you slowly repeat the same movements as before, slowing down.
“Now.. Open.” Before I even register your command, my jaw has already lowered. In a swift movement, your hand (I think it’s your right one) moves from being inside me to being inside me. Fingers sprawling across my tongue, I startle. You move around my mouth like a paintbrush, my taste being painted all over the walls. As you swirl across my tongue, you ask “would you like to see me again?”.
Mouth open, breasts exposed, gargled by your hand, I shake my head to indicate yes. “Great!”. Your hand still inside my mouth, you sound relieved. “Then you know where to go next” you remove your hand from my mouth and swipe it across these top of my skirt to dry off. “Count to 50 again, I’ll see you there”.
I start my count again as I hear you walk off.
Around the count of 5, you seem to stop. I keep counting, but can’t help feeling your presence linger, watching me as I do what I was told.
By the count of 20, you turn, walking away at a steady and determined pace. I keep counting, hoping I will meet you again.
…21, 23, 24..
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11dgfnw/blind_date_at_the_museum_part_2_connecting_fmf