She leaned closer to me, slowly, watching me shiver slightly, her eyes still on my lips, and whispered,
“I will have you now.”
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She leaned back, looked into my eyes again, and smiled her small smile again. She walked past me, brushing her bare arms against mine
I turned around to finally see her properly. She was slim, wearing a dark blue, checked, sleeveless blouse which just stopped short of the rim of her white skirt. I saw a hint of a toned lower back. The folds of her skirt swirled in a tempting way as she walked in white ankle-strap block heels towards the corridor at the end of the hall. She stopped in front of the door to the women’s washroom. My heart slowed down. She turned to look at me for a moment, and then went inside. Was it an invitation or a command? I kept my beer glass on the table next to me, straightened myself, took a deep breath and started walking towards the corridor.
I opened the door of the washroom and found her standing right there in front of me. But she looked different. Her eyes had a hunger in them. She stood with her legs slightly apart as if ready to pounce. And pounce she did.
Pulling me by my collar, she led me to the sink and then turned to push me against the platform. Grabbing my face with both her hands gently, she came close and stared into my eyes. Both of us were breathing heavily now. Her smell was overpowering me, and I was losing myself in those eyes. It seemed surreal. This could not be happening. With one gentle swoop, she pulled me closer and our lips met. I felt a tingling electricity run through my whole body. I felt the small hair on my face rising as we kissed.
It didn’t matter if it was real or not, as long as what I could feel what I was feeling right now — the soft delicious lips as they kissed me, the sweet smell engulfing me, her hands on my face holding me as if I was hers.
Her right hand slipped to my neck and she grazed the skin with her fingers lightly. She slowly let her hands fall to my belt and pulled my shirt out of my trousers. She touched the skin underneath lightly and then her hands moved behind. My body twitched to her soft touch.
Her hands slipped inside my pants and found my buttock. Grabbing it by it’s flesh, she pushed me against her body. Her lips gently parted my lips and she slipped in her tongue.
Instinctively, I slipped in mine and we kissed frantically, yet blissfully.
She started undoing the buttons of my shirt. I dared to put one of my hands on her side, and touched a bit of her warm skin between her blouse and skirt. She responded by moving her lower body closer to me, and grabbing my ass harder. I put both my hands on her side and slipped my fingers in her blouse. I felt the smooth, taut and warm skin around her waist and slipped one hand to her back. Spreading my fingers around her back, I pulled her closer and kissed her harder. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it around my torso, and started grinding slowly against me. I felt my penis getting harder and trying to fight it’s way out of my pants. As if intuitively realizing what my penis wanted, she started undoing my belt, and opened the button of my trousers. She slid her hand inside and I felt my penis reach out to her fingers as they stroked it gently. I felt dazed from her touch. She pulled away from me slowly and looked down at my penis. Then looked at me again with a piercing look. She was gently stroking my penis, and with each stroke, my knees would shake and I would shudder a bit. And she would smile.
I was getting hotter and felt that my head would explode. Instinctively, I tried to look somewhere else to avoid being enamoured by her eyes, her lips and her face, which were only an inch away from me — something to make this pleasure not blow my head. But she wouldn’t let me. As I began to turn my head to the right, her head mirrored my movement, and her eyebrows raised in a challenge. And as if our heads were locked, she slowly turned her head back, and I found myself mirroring her untill we were looking straight into each other’s eyes again. Her stroking got a little faster, and I couldn’t stop letting out small moans. I felt so hard that I thought my penis might burst. I had never came so easily like this, but felt that today I might. Then she stopped stroking and gently rubbed her thumb on my tip.
I let out a moan that I did not recognize. It was a womanly, shrill moan. My eyes closed instinctively, even though I was trying my best not to break contact. She removed her hand from my penis, unwrapped her leg and took a step back. I thought my shrill voice, and my breaking of eye contact had turned her off. She bent slightly forwards, and raised her skirt slowly. My eyes desperately wanted to look at her legs, but her eyes won’t let go of me. I was a hostage of those blue pools in her eyes. She pulled her skirt up fully by the sides, and was upright again. But she started bending forwards again, her hands pulling something down from the sides. She was not turned off, she was removing her panties. She stood up straight and pulled her legs up one by one to remove the panty. She kicked her left leg to the side and I saw something white slide across the floor from the corner of my eyes.
She took a step towards me, and grabbed my penis as it was hung in the air, breathing on it’s own. Wrapping her right leg around my torso, she raised the front of her skirt, pulled us closer using her body, and gently guided my throbbing penis inside her. I first felt a small fuzz, then with a gentle push, I felt the fuzz make way for a warm wetness to engulf my penis slowly. As I entered her fully, our lips met again and melted into each other.
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To be continued…
