We had been exchanging smiles across the room for quite some time now. And every time there was some sort of social gathering at the office or after work, we had a wonderfully funny time together. We shared the same sense of humour and we both simply seemed to enjoy each other’s company. I liked him a lot and I particularly appreciated his wit and the fact that we never ran out of topics and laughs.
Once, it was during a Thursday after-work meet-up in the bar around the corner, things changed. It was literally in the middle of a sentence, when he interrupted me by looking at me and casually saying “Wow… maybe we should…I don’t know… But somehow we really click, don’t we?”. I was taken quite by surprise and didn’t know whether this was supposed to be serious or not. My confused look must have given me away, because he added “Sorry. Forget it! I was just thinking out loud. So… what were you saying?”. I finished what I wanted to say, but couldn’t ignore that he looked at me differently. He was observing me in a way that he hadn’t done before. It felt as if his unfinished thought was still hanging mid-air between us. About half an hour and one glass of wine later we both decided that we’d call it a day, leaving the bar together. Usually we simply smiled and kind-of-waved at each other when saying goodbye, but today he moved one step closer, looked at me and kissed me on my cheek. When I lay in bed a good 40 minutes later, I still felt a light tingling where his lips had touched my skin.
I couldn’t fall asleep. I was staring at the ceiling until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I texted him, wanting to know what he thought by “maybe we should…”. Within seconds, there was a reply, which said “Kiss. Maybe we should kiss”. This answer didn’t really help, because it kept me awake for another hour before I finally fell asleep. I looked like shit the next day, but hadn’t been that motivated for a Friday at the office in months. The thought of him wanting to kiss me lifted me an inch above the ground. It felt so exhilarating because I had never thought about him as someone who might want to kiss me. On the one hand, it simply had never occurred to me and on the other hand, I hadn’t been kissed for quite some time. In other words, I couldn’t wait to see him, and I was scanning the open-plan office immediately upon entering the room. And there he was. Sitting at his desk, smiling the broadest smile possible. I couldn’t help but gleam back at him, feeling like an overly-happy and yet self-conscious teenage girl seeing her crush after summer break.
Of course, I couldn’t focus on work and was constantly looking over to him, observing him, studying him. I loved the way he bit his lips when concentrating and I had never made out before how well-built he was. His broad shoulders and strong arms were visible even through his shirt and his masculine hands moved swiftly over the keyboards. Why hadn’t I noticed this before? Maybe because he wasn’t a show-off? Maybe because he had this rare kind of natural, casual beauty to him? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. His promise of wanting to kiss me made me move restlessly in my chair, as if this idea of a simple kiss had struck a chord within me. To my regret I saw him leave office half an hour earlier than usual. So, there I was, feeling rather pathetic. I finished what I was working on and left the office, now being quite sure that it all had been some kind of joke or misunderstanding.
I left the office building behind me and turned around the corner, probably more trudging than walking. I was heading for the bus stop, searching my headphones in my bag, when I bumped into him. “There you are”, he said, looking at me with a boyish smile. His hands moved upwards, touching both my cheeks. Eyes fixed on me, he slowly moved forward. The softness and warmth of his lips on mine made me breathless. It was a light, tender kiss, only hinting at skills that he might have. “Yes, here I am”, I said after our lips parted. “Come with me?”, I asked and without saying anything, we hopped on the bus. Our knees touched when sitting on these terribly uncomfortable seats and my legs started spread his warmth all over my body. Leaving the bus three stops later, we headed for my apartment. I walked ahead on the narrow staircase and I was sure that he was staring at my butt. It felt good to sense his gaze there.
Fumbling for the keys, turning the lock, opening the door, closing the door. These were thing that I had done a thousand times. But today it felt different. Every move felt different because I knew what was going to happen next. It was like waiting for the first thunder to crack when you see a storm approaching or the few seconds after commercials end and a movie is going to start rolling in your favourite movie theatre. My heartbeat was fast and unsteady as I put my bag on the floor. I somehow didn’t dare to look up and meet his eyes. Instead, I decided to simply offer him something to drink. I couldn’t even start to say something, because he lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. His gaze seemed to see through me, probably sensing my awkwardness and my utter confusion about what to do next. But this time I didn’t want to be the surprised one. Moving closer, I tilted my head back and kissed him. His lips were warm and firm and the warmth of his body was spreading quickly into mine. Our lips parted and I saw him lick his lips, as if he could still feel me there. The vision of this beautiful, tall man standing in my entry, licking his lips was enough for me to feel a bit dizzy. There was no holding back anymore. Not for me. Not for him.
The collision of our bodies was intense and raw. I could feel his tongue searching mine, feeling his hot breath and the strength of his torso against my body. His hand suddenly seemed to be everywhere. On my cheeks, on the side of my upper body, which was pressed against his, on my butt, on my back. Our kiss was breathless, passionate, almost desperate, sending shivers down my spine. And I could feel his cock pressed against my lower belly. God! How good it felt to make a man longing, aching for you. It felt empowering to realise that it was me – my body, my physical presence – that made him breath faster, made him so hard. Thrilled by this I didn’t hesitate and let my hand wander downwards, rubbing it against his crotch, teasing his hard cock. As if this were some sort of signal, he also didn’t dither anymore. He tore my blouse open, grabbing my breasts, which felt heavy and more than ready for his touch. He drew my bra aside so that my hard nipples became visible. Lifting my tits and lowering his head, he started kissing, licking and sucking me. I felt his hot breath against my naked skin and his tongue playing with my nipples. Without thinking about it, I was fumbling with the buckle of his belt, finally being able to unbutton his jeans. His throbbing cock in my right hand felt wonderful. With a determined movement I was stroking his beautifully-sized penis, making him moan when he then started licking the soft spot below my left ear.
Probably we both looked rather silly, standing there in the middle of my entry, my blouse torn open, my bra slipped down and his jeans open, displaying his hard dick. But I couldn’t have cared less. I wouldn’t have flinched at the thought of a few people watching us. Not at all. It simply didn’t matter what was around us. His body. My body. That was all that counted. And my body was definitely doing things. I was trembling inside. My panties were getting wet and my heart was pumping so loudly in my chest that I almost didn’t notice how he lifted me up and carried me over to my kitchen counter. After setting me down on the cold kitchen surface, his hands immediately moved to my hips, signalling me to lift my butt so that he could slip down my jeans and my panties. The surface of the kitchen counter felt icy against my tingling skin. After taking off my underwear, he looked at me and I could feel his hard cock between my legs. My body was aching for him. I wanted to feel him. Feel him inside of me. Instinctively, I moved forward to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs some more. But all he did was smile in the most roguish, boyish way possible.
When he placed his right hand on my chest, softly pushing my upper body on the counter, I saw his beautiful face disappear between my legs. I could feel his hot breath against my wet pussy. Without any hesitation he started licking me and became clear that he knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue moved along my inner lips, slowly circling my clit. After tapping my clit with the tip of his warm tongue his movements got more determined, rimming me and making me pant in pleasure. Warmth was spreading across my body at immense speed and he made me feel shaky all over. Unconsciously, my hands moved down touching his tousled hair and pushing his face harder against my pussy. His mouth pressed against me like this was too much and yet it wasn’t enough at all.
And I wanted to taste him, wanted to savour him. I pushed my body upright and lifted his chin. Now it was me giving him a kinky smile, swiftly gliding down from the counter, bending my knees. I grabbed his shaft with a rather tight grip and slowly moved my hand along the silhouette of his cock. He immediately started moaning louder and tenderly moved his left hand into my dishevelled hair. After moving my tongue all along the length of his hard dick, my mouth closed around the tip, sucking and licking it. I enjoyed sensing him getting even harder and tasting his saltiness. Pressing my lips closer together I could feel his throbbing inside of my mouth. He enjoyed what I was doing because I could feel his body getting tenser and his hand forming a fist with my hair entangled in it. I released my hand’s grip a bit, tenderly licked his glans some more and slowly straightened my legs again. Standing upright again he found my lips, pressing hard against me, showing his needs.
With a swift movement he pressed my body against the counter. Knowing what he wanted – what I wanted – I spread my legs a bit and could feel his throbbing penis grinding against my entrance. He lifted me up a bit so that I could wrap my legs around his sweaty body. His first thrust inside of me felt rushed, powerful and raw. But good. Oh, so good. His hard cock inside of me was more than satisfying. It was fulfilling, satiating. Heat was rushing through my body, quickly spreading from my pussy all around me. Standing there, having my ass pressed against the cold surface of the kitchen counter and feeling him move in and out of me, made me realise how much I had missed being fucked. This authentic, raw collision of our bodies gave me something that I hadn’t lacked consciously. The thrust of his big cock and his tense body pressed against my clit made my body quiver all over and I was approaching my climax quickly. Almost breathless he whispered into my ear “Please, come for me!”. And I did come. I came hard and loud and uncensored. His grip around my thighs then tightened even more and I could hear him groan in a deep voice, when he made his final pushes inside my wet pussy. I could feel his collapsed body leaning against me, his head nuzzled on my collarbone. When we both looked at each other, he gave me a breathless and broad smile. I couldn’t help but chuckle like a teenage girl. Ridiculous, but it simply happened.
He pulled out of me and there it was, this awkward after-sex-moment and nobody quite knows what to say. Or if there is anything to say at all. We both felt a bit lost and he started looking down on him and around the room. “Well…”, he said. “Well…”, I said and we looked at each other. I saw a tiny twitching on his lips and I simply had to chuckle. We both leaned forward, our bodies touching again, and we kissed. A simple kiss and I loved it. I loved feeling his lips on mine, having his salty taste on me. “No regrets?”, he asked. “No regrets”, I said, losing my fingers in his tousled hair, drawing him nearer.
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Wow, this was beautiful! Thank you.