His hair is much too perfect and the way he spoke drives me crazy. He is so utterly confident. Annoyingly confident about everything he does and says. Even about the way he holds his hands when simply standing there. It’s seems there’s nothing that can possibly shake him or make him feel insecure or awkward. And his hair – really! Does it have to be so perfectly tousled, slightly too long, but still framing his face in such an immaculate way? Anyway. His looks and his behaviour make me feel self-conscious and I hate that.
And yet, I constantly dream about him. Almost every night he’s present, looking at me. Touching me. The more this happens, the less I want to be around him. I’ve even started thinking that he might know about my dreams, about my wet panties in the morning. And now there’s this project that we must work on together. Every day sitting in the same office, at the same desk, staring into the same screen. His physical presence is enough to make me feel like a moron.
One day, it was a Tuesday, I got up from my chair to get some coffee and our hands touched. It was a strange coincidence, but it happened. My hand basically just brushed his and moved upwards along his arms. He looked at me and I saw a softness in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. He tilted his head very slightly and there was an almost invisible smile on his face. He blushed. How was that possible? Am I starting to have visions or what? He really seemed to have blushed. His usual confidence made me feel that this guy wasn’t even physically capable of blushing. But he did.
We drank our coffee in silence, each of us working on individual stuff. The air suddenly felt denser than before. It was as if the world around us had shifted a bit. Just a tiny bit, but still, it made things feel differently. I started to feel awkward and asked “Is everything alright? You are so quiet.” He didn’t look up, packed his things and when walking out of the office said “Sometimes I am not myself when you are there. Sorry.” Utterly confused I sat there in this tiny office that now felt huge and empty.
I was already in my pyjamas, sitting in front of my TV, when someone knocked on my door. There he was. Standing on my doorstep. Jeans, white t-shirt, sneakers. He looked taller in this outfit than in his usual business suit and yet there was not that much of that self-esteem that he usually carries around with him. He just stood there, saying that he was sorry for leaving the office like that. I didn’t know how to react and felt terribly uncomfortable with myself, standing there in my pyjamas. I asked him if he wanted to come in and he did. So were there, in my small living room, both not knowing what to say and how to behave. Again, I asked him, if there was anything particular that wasn’t okay. “No. Everything is fine. You simply make me nervous.” Again, I didn’t understand why he would say such a thing. Without looking up he took a step closer. When he realised that I didn’t move backwards and attempted to look him in the eyes, he moved closer. And kissed me. It was a surprisingly soft, innocent and almost shy kiss. I lifted his chin a bit so that I could see his face. I smiled and again there was this softness in his look.
There was no talking whatsoever after this tender moment. It was basically a colliding of two bodies. We pressed against each other. His hands cupping my face, he kissed me passionately, almost desperately. His lips were pressing against mine, his tongue moving, touching mine. I was so totally taken aback by this, that my knees started shaking, still not quite knowing where to put my hands. He then looked me in the eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Even I haven’t quite known that this is what I wanted. And yet… it feels so right.” I wasn’t given any time to answer before he kissed me again, moving his hands through my hair. At that moment I realised that I didn’t care about what was going on here. I didn’t want to question his behaviour, or mine. I didn’t want to think about how this came about or what would happen now or later. I simply knew that it felt so good, having him kiss me, move his lips along my neck, holding me tight between his hands. And so I simply relaxed and let things happen.
Our bodies pressed harder against each other and my breathing grew louder when his hands moved along my body, caressing my hips, my butt. I also let my fingers wander along the outlines of his body. His broad shoulders, strong arms and tight torso made me feel as if I were touching a marble statue, a towering figure of strength and beauty. I felt his hard penis pressing against me and without using a single brain cell, I lifted his shirt, laying bare this beautiful body of his. He looked at me, no longer desperate, but with a kinky smile. His fingers touched my hard nipples, while his tongue was teasing the soft skin underneath my ear. He whispered: “Shall we get rid of this shockingly ugly pyjama of yours?”. Without hesitation I lifted my arms and within five seconds I stood in front of him, only wearing my panties. He kissed me again and I ran my fingers through his dark wavy hair.
The next thing I know is, I am sitting on my dinner table, arching backwards as I feel his hot breath move along my inner thighs. With a sudden movement my panties are gone and his face is buried between my legs. Holy shit! Slowly his tongue moves over my clit, again and again. His movements get bigger and more curious, moving all along from my butt up to my vulva. Heat spreading through my body at a dangerous speed, I make him stop. I want to feel him even closer. I want to feel him inside of me. Bending forward, I lift his head. While kissing him, I unbutton his jeans and move his underwear downwards. When I start touching his dick, making my grip tighter, I hear his and my panting synchronising. With both his hands he positions my hips at a better angle. This very confident move somehow contrasts with a very soft, almost shy, look on his face. Is he nervous? I knew I wasn’t. All I wanted was to have him inside of me. Come inside of me. His hands stayed on my hips when he slowly pushed inside of me. Only after that he dared to look at me again with a darker, more serious facial expression. Our movements aligned quickly, and his pushes drove me wild. Hearing his panting close to my ear gave me the chills. I couldn’t help but dig my fingers into his back, drawing him nearer.
The climax we shared felt like a rolling thunder inside my body. When he buried his face in my shoulders, his tousled hair tickled the skin on my face, making me smile and sigh loudly. Again, I had to touch his chin so that he lifted his head and made eye contact. All his office overzeal and arrogance was gone, laying bare the most handsome man I had ever seen. His faint smile made me chuckle like a love-stricken teenager.
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