One of those women who have that 'Something'. Each time I looked over it was something else that caught my eye.
The casual yet sexy look.
Sleek hair.
Natural make-up.
Something that made me sit and stare, glad that my eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, hopeful that the laptop sat open before me gave the impression I was busy.
My mind was busy. I wanted to know what her voice sounded like. I wanted to know if they were tights or stockings she had on. I wanted to know if that ring was just for show or if she did have a man at home.
i got up, walked over to the register, and refilled my cup. my ass swaying as i walked. I hated my class ring. i put it on as a senior and i kept forgetting to take it off. i sat back down, my tights showing off my long legs.
I enjoyed watching her move, her turned back allowing me to look without fear of being caught.
Her young body looked so firm and inviting.
Inside my head, vivid images started to flash through my mind.
Each one dirtier than the last.
Leaving my table I moved over towards her, smiling and trying not to let my gaze linger on her curves. From my corner table she looked good, this close she was awesome.
i heard someone walk in my direction as i put some cream in my coffee. i looked at him, gave him a polite smile, and said hello. i've seen him here before, but i never talked to him before. i cant say i havent thought of actually talking to him. and there was something about him. i just didnt know what.
he seemed nice. a bit flustered, but i thought it was cute. i told him my name is Hope Sloan, and that im an artist. i saw him look at my class ring and a smile of relief appeared.
I smiled. I told him to stop by my studio to model if he could. I was starting to like him, but i didnt dare think of him modeling, i didnt want my pussy to get too moist.
[Sorry, i was busy. Sora, i cant at the moment, but i wil see]
I got to my studio five minutes later. I showered, trying to think of what to say. I quickly changed, deciding to go with my favourite v-neck shirt and shorts that barely covered my ass.
In the shower I let my mind run wild. The few tangible things I knew about Hope were put under the microscope.
The way she looked, the curves of her very sexy body, the swell of her breasts and the way she moved. I thought about everything, stripped her clothes slowly away from her hot body. Imagining her naked I started to fill in the little details, the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin. Clothed and chatting in the coffee shop Hope was smoking hot, she was just my type. Naturally beautiful without being vain and aware of it. Arty and creative in my mind made for an exciting and adventurous lover. In my fantasy she was awesome.
My fantasy rolled quickly on from thinking about an awkward doorstep conversation at her studio to fucking her brains out. Beneath the hot water jets of my shower my cock throbbed in a tight grip, I had not thought about it but was masturbating hard and fast. In my fantasy she eagerly moved from being roughly taken from behind and knelt infront of me. I came quickly, thinking about my hot seed spurting out over her face, jetting up into her hair and into her mouth. That was just the beginning of the dirty dream.
Cleaning up I tried to be cool. Chose old jeans, ripped at the knees and ass, faded from blue to white, so soft they felt good with nothing on under them. My shirt was my favourite, vintage white cotton, loose fitting and something that made me feel good to wear. I had not put on underwear so didn'at put on socks. Slipping on old Converse trainers I looked in the mirror.
Too casual?
Doubts rose to the surface of my mind, pushing back all the dirty daydreams and making me think about not even turning up.
Supposed Truth - She was way out of my geeky league.
The worry and shyness was crippling.
My fingers shook as I rolled a joint. That first big hit made my legs so weak I had to sit down. The herbs worked their magic.
By the time I' had reached her studio I was really high.
"Hey Hope. So sorry I''am late."
My eyes flitted down over her body, mmm the shorts looked great and that v neck.... I dont know what she said next. I was lostin her cleavage.
My grip on her bum tightened and as I pushed her back up against the door I lifted her up feeling her hot body pressing tight to mine.
Moaning against her hungry kisses I felt her legs wrapping around my body and then was lost in the moment. Each kiss being hotter and deeper than the last