Anticipation

It had been a while coming. Several games of pool on our lunch breaks. Some idle flirting. Nothing really out there. I knew he liked what he saw, regardless of if I played in a low cut dress or a tee. Although he did appreciate watching me lean over the table and handle the pool cue in the dress.

To me he was another guy at work. Friendly, helpful. But one day in the lunch area he was wearing this tight muscle shirt. Very much not dress code. Normally he wore polo shirts. But that day... the day that started it, he looked very different. Nonchalantly sexy. It showed him off quite well. Tight muscles, one tattoo on his arm, one half hidden across the base of his neck. It appeared to be writing of some sort, and I was instantly intrigued as to what it said. I would have bet my panties that he had more too.

Like I said, sexy.

I pondered how to bed this guy. It would be relatively simple. A mention that I'd go there and he'd be putty in my hands. Except putty is soft. And he wouldn't be. Ahh yes, he'd be my bitch. Available when I wanted him. I wondered what he'd be like in bed. Would he be rough, or timid? I suspected he'd be quite considerate, but more for his ego than for his partner's satisfaction. And that suited me quite fine.

At work functions he orbited the area that I was in. Watching. Not really hanging out with me, but always around. A few times I did catch him looking. I was a touch creeped when the other guy he was talking to was watching me too. I had hoped that it would be that night. I'd shaved and gotten ready for it. But sadly, he wasn't walking in straight lines by the end of the night. Looking back I should have taken him, but I left with my boss. And I didn't want him to leave with us. Stupid, stupid girl. Hindsight sucks. I decided to make that up to him. And to me. God knows I needed a good rough fuck.

A week later the emails began. Idle chit chat. A touch of flirtation. An offer for drinks after work one night. A few days to arrange for it to happen, for our shcedules to click. For my roomie to be out.

We'd selected a quiet pub in my suburb. I'd have two drinks. Then mention that I lived a block from here. Kiss him in the elevator and have his cock in my mouth by the time I hit the light switch at home. Great plan!

And the best laid plans always go astray.

He caught the train in, arrived half an hour before we were due to meet. I'd stepped out of the shower and was halfway through moisturising when he rang. I couldn't resist. A quick run of my fingers over my clit as I stood there, naked, talking to him on the phone. I was tempted to just tell him to come over, but he'd probably get lost. I had to head out to see him without doing my make up. I figured it wasn't a big deal. I'd probably sweat it off anyway.

I was surprised when I saw him. He was dressed quite nicely. Light blue dress shirt. It looked like silk, though I would have bet my bra it wasn't. Not on his wage. Then again, he had matched it with suit pants. I figured I'd find out soon enough.

The initial meeting was awkward. There was a moment where we hesistated. Do we shake hands or make out? I settled for a kiss on the cheek. Lingering there just long enough to be suggestive. He told me he hadn't had dinner yet. Could we change our plans and have something to eat instead? Near the train station was a strip of restaurants. I was in heels, so I was more than happy to go somewhere close.

Again, I was surprised when I suggested a casual noodle bar and he turned it down. He wanted something better. Something that served steak. Jeez. Steak? I never eat steak. Its too expensive and it makes for a long dinner. Maybe that's what he wanted. Gawd, I really didn't want this to turn into a date. Nerves began to jangle as he took my hand, twining fingers into mine, and led me a 20 minute walk to the restaurant he wanted.

Conversation flowed easily. It stalled in places, but wasn't really awkward. The weather was a good topic. He wasn't from around here, so he wasn't used to the heat and humidity. Of course, with the heat and the humidity came a lack of clothes, and he wasn't complaining.We quizzed each other about family, friends, locations, jobs, travel plans. God, why would he bother with a date? He doesn't have plans to stay and I'm not inclined to date.

We got to the restaurant and he managed to get us a quiet table, for the two of us. The lights were dimmed and the ambient noise was low. He sat opposite me and we leaned in to talk some more. He ordered steak. I had a salad, dressing on the side. Shaddup. I'm weight obsessed and he already knew it. He ordered drinks for us. 2 bourbons. Mine a diet. And some cheese bread for entree. God, he was going to make me eat it. Cheese and bread? Calories galore.

The bread arrived with our drinks, and I declined to touch it. I wasn't really that hungry. He pressed the issue, and I distracted him by stretching my legs out and pressing them up against his. My legs were silky smooth and the fabric of his pants felt quite pleasant. Automatically, I rubbed my leg up against him. His eyes widened and he leaned in even closer, almost touching me. All awkwardness gone. All pretense disappeared. He wanted to get laid just as badly as I did. He just hid it better.

His eyes narrowed, his voice dropped a little. Aside from that he continued as if I hadn't done anything. But was that a little pressure I felt against my leg? Was he pressing back without rubbing? I eased my leg away from his, and it followed. I reached for my drink, looking up at him as I took a sip, with a dirty smile on my face. He'd see that look later, but instead of a straw, it would be his cock in my mouth.

The waiter interrupted our little moment. He was a little embarrassed, placing our food on the table and departing as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, the addition of food did little to stop the chatter. It also did little to dull the tension between us. The looks became sharper as the night wore on. The jokes became wittier, the touching more full on. I ached to reach under the table and grab him. I ached to kiss him, nibble him, rip his shirt off, have him inside me. A warm breeze blew through the room, and suddenly all I could smell was him. I was sure I was wet. Anticipation was killing me.

We didn't finish our meal. Our eyes met as I placed a piece of... something in my mouth. I think it was cheese. He politely requested that I tell him when I was ready to go. I put my fork down and gave the most simple, but obvious reply.

'Now.'

He called for the check. Downed his drink. It had been refilled at some stage but I was too wrapped up in the tension to realise when. He put down a card and the waiter whisked it away before I could even get my wallet out to pay my share. He leaned over the table and asked in a Vin Diesel voice, 'How far away from here do you live?'

I consdered a brief moment before replying. He nodded once. The check was returned. He signed the slip and we walked out into the balmy night. A storm may have been rolling in. Or it could have been snowing. We were clueless. The only thing of consequence at that time was each other.

He raised his well muscled arm to hail a taxi, slipping the other one over my bare shoulders. The feel of his skin slipping over mine sent tingles down my spine. As the taxi slowed down he pulled me to him and gently kissed me. As our lips touched a shiver ran down my chest, igniting my nipples, coiling hot and raw in my stomach, and flooding down to my hips.

He opened the door of the taxi, allowing me to get in first. I deliberately let my dress hike up a little as I slid across the seat, not caring if he got a flash of thigh or an eyeful of underwear. Let him appreciate it now, because I doubt I'd be wearing it for long once I got home. I gave the driver my address as I reached for the seatbelt. But he was there, sliding his hand over mine, pushing it away. He moved in closer. I could feel the breath on my neck before he began to caress it with his lips. He took the buckle and slid it down my body, gently over my breast, fingers trailing over my stomach, then over the low burning desire in my hips, and finally he clicked it into the clasp. He pulled back and buckled in as the cab began to move. The whole thing had taken maybe two seconds.

I reacehd over and rubbed his knee, sliding my hand over so that it sat on the inside of his thigh. Not too high up, I didn't want to feel him yet. That would wait. He slid his hand over mine and rested it there. The ride was maybe five mintues. I don't remember the conversation. There may not have been any. All I remember is the anticipation, and the feeling of my hand stuck between his hand and his thigh.

The taxi slowed. I insisted on paying this time. He agreed. Not because he wanted to, but because he didn't want to waste time arguing. As the driver handed me his change he was trying not to laugh. Young lust is something to be admired. We practically ran from the taxi to my front door. The elevator was there. The door slowly slid open. I grabbed his hand and dragged him in. The doors weren't even closed before I had him pushed up against the wall, kissing him viciously. He kissed me back just as hard.

his lips pushed against mine, no tongue just yet. I gripped the fabric of his shirt, pulling him to me. Even as I pressed him back against the wall. His hands cupped my face, pulling me to him. Slowly they meandered, to the back of my neck, then down my shoulders, over the rough fabric of my dress, and down past my hips. As his hands touched the skin of my thigh, the elevator stopped. I pulled back, breathless and gasping. I wanted more. Needed more. I stepped out of the elevator and reached into my bag for keys.

It made it difficult to concentrate when he stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He began to kiss the back of my neck, just below my ears, and his hands dipped down to my crotch and began to caress me through the dress. As I dragged my keys out of my bag, he began to grind into me from behind. I could feel him, hard, yearning. I couldn't wait to have him. I roughly opened the door and we moved through as one.

The door wasn't even shit before he had lifted my dress, pushed my panties aside and slid two fingers into me. He still stood behind me, and I rubbed up against him as we both enjoyed it. Expertly he maneuvered his fingers in, tweaking and pushing against all the right spots. I grabbed his free hand and pulled it up to my breast. He took some initiative and slid it down the top of my dress, under my bra, and began playing with my nipple.

I turned to him and gave a low murmur of approval. 'There's really no point to me wearing this dress is there?' He didn't respond, but instantly stopped playing with my nipple. A trail of goosebumps slid over my shoulder, following his hand as he reached for my zip. In one swift motion he snapped it down, shoving the straps aside. It slipped down my body, only as far as my hips, where it bunched over his hand. He leaned over my shoulder to glance at it for a moment. I giggled nervously, and he pulled his slicked fingers from my pussy.

Unhindered, the dress fell to the floor. He stared in wonder at his fingers. They were coated by a lightly creamy film. As he stared, I spun to face him. I began to kiss him gently on his jawline. I slid my fingers across the soft fabric of his shirt, tugging at his buttons. As each button came undone, I kissed a little lower. By the time the shirt was undone, I was gently nibbling his belly button.

I rubbed the outside of his pants. The first time I'd gotten a proper feel of his cock. It was hard. That was bloody obvious. It felt thick. I grinned as I undid the button on his pants I slowly lowered the zip. And very fast, almost viciously, wrenched his pants straight down to his calves. He tensed, unused to fast movements and gentle caresses at the same time. I grinned at him, settling onto my knees as I removed his underwear.

He had quite a nice cock. It wasn't the prettiest I'd ever seen. It was average length, but slightly above average thickness. The skin was so soft and smooth, at odds with the feel of his flesh underneath it. He wasn't cut. But the foreskin didn't cover his head, leaving it looking there at me.

'Oh, hello!' I exclaimed, putting my lips gently against the soft skin of his head. My lips gently parted and I slowly took him into my mouth, gently sucking as I did so. It took me a while to get him into my mouth, I took my time and teased him. But I took all of him, deep throating him and hearing him groan, deep and gutteral. I pulled back a little faster, bobbing my head and sucking. Fast, then slow, alternating. I pulled away, releasing him from the moist warmth of my mouth, and began to nibble down the underside of his shaft. I gently kissed his balls, caressing them with my lips, flicking my tongue out to lick occasionally. I went back to suck his cock again, settling for rubbing his balls rather than tea bagging for a little bit.

He groaned. I sucked harder, rubbing my tongue against the hard underside of his member. It had been ages since I had done this. And I was relishing the experience. His soft skin, hard flesh, the smell and taste, warm with a slight salty feel to it. I could feel the ridges and veins, the rises and the dips. It was the first time I had experienced him, and I was enjoying exploring him.

'Hey,' he interrupted my concentration. I looked up at him, cock still in my mouth. I raised an eyebrow at him. He pulled away, placing a finger under my chin and pulling it up. I followed, rising so that his finger never left my chin. He pulled me to him and kissed me again, deeply. His fingers slid inside me, manipulating me to greater heights than before.

I kissed my way down his neck and shoulder, nibbling and sucking harder and harder as I came. As I peaked I raked my teeth across his skin, gasping and moaning. I shook, I was completely out of control, under his control, and I didn't care. Slowly I began to subside.

There was a short pause, and I rested my head up against his shoulder, shaking and trying to catch my breath. His skin was damp from sweat, or maybe that was mine. I wasn't really sure. I didn't really get time to figure it out either. Because then he was pushing at me, trying to get inside. I lifted a leg up, curling it around the back of his leg. He pushed me up against the wall as he entered me.

Standing like that, leg wrapped around him, I could feel an orgasm building the moment he started to thrust. I must have been wrapped tight around his cock, because he felt huge as he moved. I guessed he had taken the short break to put a condom on. I was grateful for it, but kind of irritated. He still felt good, but there was a slight disconnection between his movements and what I felt... like I was on a delay.

But quite soon I forgot all about that. He pushed, I shuddered. He grew more and more frantic, kissing down my neck, one hand planted by my side, the other on my ass, lifting me in time with his movements. I reached down with one hand and began to work my clit furiously. Spasms flew through my body and I could feel a chill sweep through my pussy as it got wetter and wetter. I moaned, trying to hold back the noise, but was unsuccessful. A loud scream was let loose as a particularly violent wave of pleasure swept through me. What felt like the urge to pee began to build, and my body fought it. I took a few deep breaths, concentrating on my orgasm, and the urge became too much.

I gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails in, the other hand worked furiously as I came, hard. So hard I squirted. Come ran down his cock, all over his nuts, and smeared between his thighs. He paused for a moment, looking down, shocked.

'Nooo' I moaned, not ready for him to stop. He looked at my face, pleasure etched in every line, every bead of sweat. I couldn't focus on him, too wrapped up in my own body. He began thrusting again, in earnest this time. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke to me.

'Baby that was so hot, I'm gonna blow.' His pushes became more rhythmic. Deeper and deeper. I slowly came down from my high and looked at his face. Sweat peppered his forehead. One of his eyebrows had a slight tick. He was concentrating like nothing I've ever seen, but his eyes were glazed, vacant. It was so hot.

His sweaty body pressed my sweaty body up against the wall. Hot pushing me against cold. Hard thrusting into warm and wet. Sensory overload. I began to come again. Gasping and shuddering. I could feel him pushing with more desperation into my tight pussy. He bit me as he came. I shuddered on the end of his cock, each thrust slower and softer.

He kissed me where he bit me. Then smiled at me apologetically. 'Sorry if I was a bit rough, I got carried away.' I sucked his earlobe. 'No problems, so long as you don't make me bleed.'

He grinned and kissed my hairline. 'I need a shower, I'm all sticky,' he said as he pulled out. All of a sudden I felt empty. I feel so complete with a cock in me.

He was indeed sticky. He had come running down his legs. My come obviously, thin and runny. And there was a second lot, slightly thicker, swirled around the condom. I smiled as I removed it. 'Have you ever had sex in a shower?' I asked coyly as I stepped away from him.