Back then it seemed rather strange to me. My nipples were constantly hard and whatever I was doing, my brain seemed to be circling around sex. Where the hell did that come from? At the office, when shopping groceries, the smallest hint was enough to make me think about making love. Rough, passionate and real.
After days basically walking around like this, I gave in and let these feelings, this constant tingling between my legs, simply happening without thinking or worrying about it anymore. One afternoon I was sitting in a café, scrolling through timelines on social media apps, bored and relaxed at the same time, when I saw him sitting over there. He looked gorgeous in his grey shirt and jeans. His hair was dark, wavy and a bit longer than he actually wanted it to be. His eyes met mine and I blushed immediately. He was hot. Really hot. And I almost fell of my chair when I realized that he was taking the seat opposite me. He simply said “Hi” and I answered with the same awkward expression. “Hi”. We started chatting a bit. Small talk. Standard small talk without any depth whatsoever. But he knew and I knew. It was so clear that I almost panicked thinking other people might even be sure what was going on here. We paid the bill and left the café, heading towards the exit. He turned around, looked at me again and walked into the men’s room. I hesitated for what felt like an eternity. Then I followed him.
He simply stood there. He didn’t say anything. Not even a kitschy “I was afraid that you wouldn’t follow me”. But I knew he had been afraid that I wouldn’t have followed his lead. We moved closer to each other and he cupped my head with his strong hands. What followed was kiss. A real rough, passionate, breath-taking kiss. I didn’t hesitate a bit and our tongues searched, touched, licked. He was much taller than me and it felt good bending my neck backwards so that we could kiss like that. It felt like melting. My erect nipples pushed against his upper body and I could feel his dick against my belly. We didn’t stop kissing and touching each other and basically stumbled into one of the stalls. I could have been the dirtiest toilet, I wouldn’t have noticed. He pushed me hard against one of the thin tinted glass walls. My hand wandered underneath his shirt and I sighed when he lifted my skirt and grabbed my ass. The unbuttoning of his jeans seemed to take an eternity. He was hard and I enjoyed touching him. I lowered myself and licked his dick which felt warm and thick in my mouth. I’ve always loved it when men are not afraid of moaning. And he did moan.
When I was standing in front of him again, his mouth started searching for naked skin moving my top and opening my bra. My tits felt heavy, swollen and my nipples were so erect that his every touch sent a shiver through my body.
He lifted me slightly off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He slid into me like in the movies. No hesitation, no fumbling, no awkward nestling around. He pushed hard into me and it felt good. So good. The way our bodies touched and collided, he automatically also triggered my clit. Rubbing it with every movement of his hips. His dick was thick, and I loved the feeling of him filling me. It didn’t take long and we both were panting and getting louder. I grabbed my fingers into his shoulder blades and he banged my against this wall, that I don’t even recollect the colour of. He came, making a dark, muffled sound. My clit needed some more attention if I wanted to reach my climax. He knew that and started fingering my clit. Circling it, tapping it, rubbing it, while kissing my neck, biting my lips and breathing hard. My orgasm was real, uncensored. My face was sweaty, I was red-cheeked, and my hair was a mess. I looked real, uncensored.
Our kisses became softer and more careful. We had eye contact and I saw that he had very dark eyes. Almost black. His smile was honest and mysterious at the same time.
I knew that I would never see him again, which didn’t make me sad. We had been two people meeting, both feeling the same things at the same time. We had been two bodies colliding, almost like two cars hitting each other in an accident. And still today, from time to time, I think about him when I rub my body against a pillow or spend more time under the shower than necessary.
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