Dream Job 1

After grinding for 6 months, being leered at by older men while she was working, and smiling through countless rejections, it finally happened, she landed her dream job and it was just one plane ride away. Being away from home would be difficult for a while but it would be worth it to be shining on stage again. One last embrace and she left her fiancé at the door, her chest felt shallow and heaved, searching for enough breath to fill it, the next steps quickened her pulse in a thousand ways and before she realized she was in her seat and taking off.

Finally on her way there she was able to relax her body and rest, melting into the seat beneath her. She could feel every muscle as they relaxed starting from her slender neck, bending slightly allowing a single blond curl to brush past her ocean eyes, her shoulders rolled back emphasizing her supple chest contained only by thin black lace under her clothes. Her back arched and pressed back into the seat while her firm thighs tightened and released underneath her, her long legs stretched as much as she could within her seat while the brush of her lace thong against her lips sent a shiver up her spine. This might be a long flight but she was prepared with some entertaining reading, and a first class seat comes with some liquid luxury to indulge in and fuel the imagination.

Watching

A sheer curtain separates you from your prize as you peer beneath the brim of your worn baseball cap. You stand partially veiled by the willow with the low hanging branches, fading into the darkness amongst its swinging leaves. Your heart thrills when you see the door open and I step inside. A tall slender figure in skin tight jeans and an open flannel, an athletic body moves beneath the cloth as I take care to wriggle out of my jeans and my shirt hits the floor with a slight thud. Your heart races as I expose myself to you through the breeze of the open window and the billowing sheer white curtain. Looking out the window seemingly completely through you I slip my blue silk robe over my soft skin and lower the open window to just allow a small crack to remain. You watch as I go from room to room getting ready for bed, but you can see no matter what task I’m frustrated. My body is tense as I pour myself a glass of wine, you can see it all over me, the longing, the desperate aching for your strong touch. Whether I know what I want or not, you do.