Friday, July 26, 2013

I Want This More Than Anything...

You step into your dorm room after a long day of classes. Your head is full of numbers and schedules and formulas and writing assignments and deadlines..and your arms are full of books. You sit down on your bed, toss your backpack in the corner, kick off your shoes and pull on slipper socks, PJ pants, and a hoodie that you bum around in while your time is your own. You are the picture of cuddly frump, and you stretch your arms and legs out at full length...tense...and relax.

Thus begins my next fantasy...a college student. And understand, I am not talking about the pornographic images of "Girls Gone Wild" or "Teen XXX Coeds", I want to find a regular, beautiful, sweet, kind, confident, and sexy college girl who drives a 10 year old car, wears a college sweatshirt, hangs out in the quad, and has NEVER had a OLDER MAN take the time to explore her entire body, concentrating on HER arousal before his own, and seeing the prize as HER orgasm, not "banging a college chick". She doesn't even have to be the cliche college student age, although I am more the "daddy" type in real life and prefer girls between the ages of 21 and 30.

I want it to be in her dorm room, it's the weekend and her roommate is away at home. I want her to be focused on grades and tests and homework and finals and think to herself "I'm going to be glued to a fucking desk this weekend." I want to invite her to sit at that desk, books splayed out in front of her, laptop open to Wikipedia or some other such nonsense...and then ask her to let me slip UNDER that desk and do what I want with her from below.

Her breath catches in her throat...this is something she'd only read about in erotica novels, having a man taste her arousal, inhale her heat, concentrate on HER pleasure, and leave her exhausted from multiple orgasms...boys don't take that kind of time, but a man...an older man...he would KNOW the honor he had been given, and not take it for granted.

She looks at me, and shakily nods her head yes. Her breath is coming out shorter, and her heart is already accelerating at what is about to happen. I lean forwards and kiss her forehead, wrapping my arms around her, and telling her in a whisper "This is my gift to YOU. I'm not expecting anything in return; only if you want more will I give it to you..." and with that I slip under her desk.

She sits at her chair, and rolls up to the desk. My world darkens, and I rest one hand on each of her thighs. The view I have is so damn hot I have to force myself to not orgasm just from seeing her from this angle, but I have plans for her...and this will not be interrupted by trivial personal arousal.

I lean forward, inhaling the first hints of her estrogen, and have to stifle a groan at how GOOD this is going to taste. I slip a hand into her skirt, feeling the satin panties that cover her, and finding they are already damp. I trace her lips through he fabric, allowing my hands to barely brush her clit, and feeling her legs tense each time my hand brushes her most sensitive area. I finally slip my hands under the waistband of her panties, and slide them off. I run my hands around to her ass, squeezing firmly, then gently part her knees and lean forward as my first taste of her sends me into a euphoric high. Teasing her with my tongue, running the tip up and down along the sides of her clit....not fully on it...just teasing it. I insert my tongue into her opening, tasting her offering of sweetness trickling outward. I drink it in, not wasting one precious drop...wrapping my arms around her torso, pushing forward with more intensity now...flicking my tongue across her clit now, and then full-on licking it...pausing each few seconds to drink her in again...hard as steel in my own arousal, but FOCUSED on hers foremost.

Her hands slip over my head, guiding me closer to her...and I respond with even more eagerness to taste her. Her breath is coming in ragged gasps, and her hips begin to buck against me. I stay fully focused on that beautiful triangle of MY OWN DESIRE and her own flesh. Fucking her with my tongue, then tracing it upward to let the full-flat of my tongue lap over her clit...sucking it like a lollipop, inserting one finger into her and feeling her muscles contract. (What that would feel like around my own cock, dear God!!)

Suddenly, her legs tense, and I feel her thighs close around my head. This is what I have been WANTING...NEEDING...DESIRING. I suckle her clit into my mouth, like a child to the breast, and work it gently under my tongue as I hang on for her impending orgasm. Her calves and thigh muscles flex hard, and as I place a hand on her tummy I feel her insides shaking. Her hips jerk violently, and she cries out in blissful orgasmic agony, and I taste a flow of her juices that I savor...and cherish...and want more than anything to taste AGAIN....and AGAIN.

I look up at her, and her hands are shaking, her legs are like rubber, and my cock is like a piece of steel. I crawl out from under the desk, stand in front of her, and attempt to help her to her feet. Her breath is still coming out in ragged gasps, and a slight nervous laugh escapes her. She looks up at me, then lays her head against my crotch as her body continues to unwind from her orgasm. As she does this, my cock feels her cheek rest against it, and involuntarily swells as I tremble all over. She turns to see the bulge, and slides her palm over it in a gentle "cup" she looks up at me and smiles...her hand finds my zipper.

*ZIP*

She slips her fingers into the fly, and my cock reacts to this new touch with pulses of anticipation. She unbuttons my jeans, lets them fall, and takes my boxers down as well. My cock is so hard the head is a light purple, and her lips slip over it.

(the sensation is so incredible my mind explodes into another reality)

Up and down...up and down...her pouting lips take me in again and again...she looks up at me, and I hold back my orgasm with as much resolve as I can muster...I don't want to upset her...but this will end in my coming, and LOTS OF IT too. She looks up again, and my legs lose their purchase...I say with my last ability to speak "You...need...to move...away...!!" She closes her eyes and takes my hips in her hand, hums gently as she moves faster now, my cock now BEYOND any ability to stop...I can't...I can't...

I WON'T!

I groan with her name on my lips as the first spurt shoots into her mouth...then another...and another...she wastes none...and then begins humming again as even more spurts find her waiting mouth....

Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...please...please don't stop...please....

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Milk and Honey

Yes it has been forever and a day since I have written a damn thing. What keeps me from writing is the same thing that keeps someone who is unable to run cross country from going to the park where people are on the jogging trails 24/7 in their cute little spandex shorts and iPod earbuds. If we can't have it, it hurts like hell to even think about it.

So up until now I have pretty much kept my geographical location out of things. Partly because of the irrational need to remain private, but also because I didn't feel it relevant to anything I was writing. Hell, what I have written was not an attempt to lure local girls to my bedroom. It was an outlet for my imagination and frustration. But I think I can pretty much abandon that idea now. I don't care if you know where I am. I'm not exactly going to point you to my door or to my lunchtime coffee hangout, but why not tell you about my city?

I live in Auburn, Alabama. Not exactly in the heart of town, but close enough to everything to be able to enjoy the city. I have lived here for about ten years. A lot has happened to me, but I won't bore you with all of that garbage. This is a college town, and I get to see the best and brightest young people of today come and go, along with the dumbest and most useless. I have sat in Toomer's drugstore drinking lemonade, strolled past Samford Hall, wandered through Tigertown, and jogged through Kiesel Park.

So right about now you are thinking that I ogle all the college girls and imagine myself sleeping with every new flavor of teenage legs that walks by with a Tigers college tee strained across her breasts.

Wrong.

In fact, most teenage girls turn me off. By teenagers, I don't just mean people in their teens. I mean any college student that giggles like an idiot, twirls their hair, and is obviously one of those people in high school who cared more about their iPhone than their grades. Today I want to tell you about something that did turn me on, and it was a humdinger, let me say that right now.

And there is nothing redeeming about this whatsoever. It is 100% pure lust. I was at a coffee shop in town, and there was a group of students milling about laughing and yelling about youtube videos they had seen online, and about who did this and who did that, and who got who got shit-faced from too much alcohol. Standard teenage silliness. I was sitting at my booth alone with my Kindle and coffee. I was dressed from a day at work; khakis and a dress shirt with loosened tie. I glanced over at the group from time to time, wondering if any of these kids cared about the education they had here more than their peers' escapades. One girl in particular was painfully adorable, tight little tank top "Aubie Girl" shirt, perfectly formed little baseball sized breasts, legs that went on forever...from the cute little sandals she wore that showed off her french manicured toes all the way up to where her gym shorts barely hid the gorgeous silhouette of her sex. Yes, of course I am looking. I am dead on staring; and for a moment, I think I see a tiny whisp of dark curlies peek out. My mind dissolves into what her arousal would taste and smell like as I ravaged her body with kisses from her head to beautiful toes. I'm 37, so I am twice her age, most likely. She has probably had at least one or two sexual partners by now, and maybe one of them has actually made her climax of his own accord. I imagine how it would be if I had her to myself for a night. I would not even begin my pleasure until I had made her so hot she was gasping for words, and even then I would want at least one spine twisting orgasm to rack her body before my cock even made it's way into her hands. I imagined what her little puckered lips would look and feel like as they slipped over the head of my cock, and how I would have to WILL myself not to explode in her mouth from the mental image of that alone. This entire fantasy was interrupted, however, because I was not vigilant enough about my own bearings, and as I looked longingly at her mouth, I became aware that she was looking back at me. My eyes locked with hers, and for a split second there was that moment of "What happens here, I wonder?" The movies fill our heads with images of the girl smiling demurely as she lowers her eyes, and then leaving the restaurant with a giggle and a second glance stolen at the gentleman...teasing him with her eyes. That isn't how it happens in real life though. In reality, what happened was she wrinkled her nose, rolled her eyes, and wrapped one arm around the college guy standing behind her. He leaned over and kissed her, and the moment was gone. Their party got up and left soon after, and I was alone again.

That was when I saw her. She was not a student; not at the moment anyway. Right now she was a waitress. Maybe she works to pay her way through college. Maybe she lives here in town. Maybe her grades weren't good enough for college, but she needed the job...who knows? I could find all these things out I suppose, but she is very busy. Lunch rush has ended and she is cleaning up getting ready for the next wave. What sexy outfit is she wearing, you ask? A dark green polo that has faded areas from repeated washings, a pair of black uniform pants, no-slip shoes, and her hair is in a ragged ponytail. She walks with purpose, towel in hand ready to wipe tables. The outline of her cell phone shows through the back pocket of her pants. She is maybe early twenties, at most. She looks at me, smiles, walks over and asks if I want more coffee. Her nametag says Jessica. I nod yes, and she returns to top me off. As she walks back to the counter, I see her stop for a moment, look both ways, and slip off one shoe. Little white no-show socks reveal an ankle that tapers upward to nicely defined legs, as far as I can see. She leans against the counter, brings her foot up, and massages the sole deeply. Her eyes roll back in her head for a moment, and slipping her shoe back on, she pauses to do the same for the other foot. The front door buzzes, and she quickly slips the shoe back on, goes to the hand sanitizer station, washes up, and puts on a smile for the customer with the to-go order. I forget myself for a moment and allow my mind to wander again...

In my mind, she walks back over to me, and tells me her story. How she got here, what she wanted in life, and how she will get it or die trying. We talk of how I know she WILL get what she wants because I see how hard she works, and how I think a beautiful young lady like herself has the world at her feet, she just needs to wake up and see what I already see in her eyes. We talk off and on between customers, and when things get busy again, she says "Maybe we can...I dunno?" I ask when she gets off work, and she writes her number on a napkin. I come back at the end of her shift, and she nervously smiles and suggests that me might go back to her place for a beer.

On the drive back to her apartment, she talks for a few minutes, then nods off a few times...utterly exhausted and sleep deprived. When we get there, she sits down and immediately starts to get back up to get the drink for me. I step over to her, gently push her back down on the sofa, and say "You rest; I will get it." I find the drinks in her fridge, and walk back to her with a pillow I have grabbed from the chair by the TV. I hand her the glass, sit at her feet, sliding a pillow under her knees, and resting her feet in my lap. I remove one shoe and then the other, then begin a slow, deep massage of each foot from her heel all the way to her toes. Her head lies back against the sofa, and little moans of pleasure escape her. I work intently on each foot, and then move up to her ankles and lower calves. She is now completely relaxed, and she says "If you keep that up, I will fall asleep. I know I will." I tell her to do what she feels, and she says "Do you mean that?" I tell her yes, and she unbuttons her slacks and sheds them to the floor. I take a moment to enjoy the view of her legs. I was right, they are trim and lithe, but totally relaxed at this moment. She lies her head back again. I gently massage her legs now, working up to just below her knees. She smiles and says "I will give you exactly four hours to stop that." I work slowly upward, careful not to overstep my bounds. Her lacy boyshorts reveal a firm, tight little bottom. I ask if she would like me to work on her back, and she says "Oh, God yes..." and she stands and strips off her shirt. Her little bra leaves nothing to the imagination, and when she lies down on the couch, I explore the hard lines in her shoulder blades and her lower spine. She lets out a "Mmm." every now and then, and I finally hear a sound I knew was coming. Measured, even breaths and a slight tiny little snore.

She is out.

I sit there patiently. Two hours pass, and finally she stirs. She apologizes profusely, and starts to get up. Once again, I tell her to stay put. She sits back down, and looks up at me with such a beautiful face that I can hardly imagine the waitress that once lived inside it. I ask her if she would like to wash up, and she says she would. She goes to the bathroom and runs a bath, then tells me she will be out soon. I sit and wait, and after a few moments, I hear her say "Would you mind doing something for me?" I stand at the door and say "What do you need?" She says "I would love it if you would wash my back." A lump is in my throat. I step through the door and see her turned away from me, sitting in a tub of bubbles. She nods toward the sponge hanging from the shower head, and I take it and work it up into a lather. I wash her back, and she reaches back to her ponytail and pulls it to the side. I wash her neck and shoulders, and then prepare to exit so that she can have more alone time. She thanks me, and I smile as I see the smallest hint of a nipple peeking from beneath her arm.

I step outside, and become aware that I am fully aroused and hard as steel. I push this thought from my head as best I can as I hear water running and then draining from the tub from behind the door. Suddenly, I hear her voice again. "Could you do me one last favor?" I tell her "Yes." through the door, and without warning, the door opens. She stands there, fully naked, nipples responding to the change in temperature, and her little hard belly trembling in the chill. Without any control left, I slide to my knees in front of her, and looking up into the carefully manicured patch of pubic hair framing her clit, I bury my face into her crotch, my tongue finding her clit in one smooth movement. Her body falls slowly back against the wall, and she cries out in one long moan "Oh God, that! Yes please..."

(to be continued...)