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Sunday, 5:30pm. Driving northbound on 70. The sun is starting to melt into the horizon and I'm halfway to KC. It feels fucking great outside. Something in me has been stirring since I woke up this morning, and it's only gotten stronger. My pussy is pulsing. I'm thinking about him.
Cars pass. A few trucks. I pull up beside one and let my exhibitionism take over. My nipples are already hard and pressing through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I think about just pulling it up, but I decide to take it off entirely. I speed up next to the truck beside me and start to pull at my nipples with my hand. I can't see his reaction, but I know he notices, because he speeds up to keep pace with me. I enjoy the tease, but my mind is still on him. There's wetness dripping down my legs.
7:00pm. I get to the hotel. Check-in, smoke a bowl, order tacos.
Do I text him? No, his girlfriend will see it...
...But what if I ask for a restaurant recommendation? But I already ordered tacos... but he doesn't fuckin' know that. But he's probably occupied. Just forget it.
8:30pm. He texts. "Did you make it into town?"
I smile. I text back. He gives me restaurant recommendations -I didn't have to ask - and tells me he'll see me tomorrow.
I'm nervous.
But why?
We're just friends. I know that there's no possibility of anything happening on this trip. We're both taken. And I'm not sure either of us plan on changing that.
That doesn't change my desire for him though.
I'm nervous about seeing him, but at least we'll be at work. I'll be preoccupied with that. I honestly may not even see him much tomorrow...
Monday, 10:30am. I've been in the office for a few hours. I made the rounds. I poked my head in earlier and waved to him, but we haven't formally met yet.
He walks in to the office I'm working in.
"Hi!"
"Hi!" I instinctively hug him. I think he makes a comment about it, but I don't really listen because I'm just so fascinated that he's real and right in front of me. And he's everything I imagined. Not just in the way he looks and acts and talks, but just his very energy. I feel smitten.
The day goes on and turns to night and I feel a bit like an idiot, because anything anyone has said to me today has gone in one ear and out the other. I came here on a mission, a few actually, for work, and all I've managed to do is transform into a 15 year old girl. This desire for him is stronger than I imagined. Even as the butterflies were growing on the drive here.... Even the nerves I felt before meeting him today... I must have missed all of those signs because it hit me like a punch to the face. I wasn't expecting this much emotion. Or maybe sensation. I'm trying to just soak it all in.
Tuesday, 6pm. We're out for drinks. There's a group of us, maybe 4 or 5. I'm dressed probably more whore-ish than I have previously on this trip, but I figured I only had one shot. Shot for what? Not sure, but I was figuring that out as I went. Plus, I never leave the house, and 20 year old me wasn't ever confident enough to dress this way, so why not?
A couple drinks in and more friends show up. We all scoot our chairs in, except I notice he doesn't move his much. I take this as an opportunity to get close.
I'm trying to be conscious of how obvious I'm being, but I also just really want to touch him. I grab his Antalya Escort leg under the table to steady myself and the energy between us feels so incredibly strong. I move my hand but our legs linger together and brush up against each other. We stay like this for a bit. it feels juvenile and fun and new and like a whole, giant spark of electricity. I don't want to leave this moment.
I get more tipsy and more handsy. My fingers trace up the inside of his thigh, just a bit, and back down. I'm testing my limits. He doesn't try to stop me. I keep going. I just barely stop myself from reaching for his cock, though I did give it one very small, half-assed effort. I'm not sure he noticed, because he still doesn't stop me.
I want it badly, though.
I'm probably being obvious. Would he let me grab his cock? Probably not. That's probably the line. But I think about it. I don't. But I continue to touch him. I wrap my legs around him. I can't get enough of his touch.
I offer him my drink and he offers me a ride. I probably don't need one, but I take him up on it, just for the alone time. We ride to dinner together.
It's raining.
We're soaked.
I'm soaked in more ways than one.
We make good conversation, and he offers his raincoat to me before getting out of the car.
For some reason, that feels like too much. Like maybe I'd catch too many feelings.
Funny where my "line" is in comparison to his.
Dinner is nice. I catch his gaze a couple of times. I forget anyone else is there.
He gives me a ride back to my car and it's silent.
I'm not sure if he wants to say something, or if he wants me to say something, or maybe he wants the silence. Or maybe he doesn't know what he wants. Kind of like me.
I want to say something, but no words come out. Instead, I hike the hem of my skirt up nearly to my waistline. He doesn't glance at me. I trace my finger along the edge of my top. He still doesn't look. I slide my fingers underneath my bra and start playing with my nipples, subtly. He still doesn't look.
"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable," I say.
"Not at all," he responds, still not looking.
He drops me off at my car. I notice he waits for me to get in before he drives off. I start the car and I suddenly feel empty and a bit lost and... like I'm missing him? I didn't really want the night to be over. I felt like there was still so much more to be said, or done. And yet, I had all that time, and I froze.
"I wish we could've talked more..." I text him almost immediately upon getting back to the hotel.
"Yeah, I was leaving the floor open so you could say something."
Fuck
"Come back"
"I might on the way home... but what are we gonna do? Just... talk?"
"Yeah, I guess. In the parking lot."
"Is that gonna be it?"
I do take a minute to think about this before responding.
"I won't touch you, if that's what you mean."
He must have decided that was okay because he agreed to meet.
My heart is racing. Is this smart? I don't actually want to talk about anything. I really just want to sit on his lap. I'm already soaking wet, teasing myself with my dildo, thinking about him.
Maybe it's not smart. It's not smart, but it's what I want, and I know that if I don't get what I want, my desire is only going Antalya Escort Bayan to get stronger until I get it.
He texts me that he's outside. I decide to keep the dildo in, strapping my bodysuit around it to keep it in place. I take my bra off and check the mirror before heading downstairs. I look like a messy slut, which is kind of what I'm going for it.
I get in the car and he pulls to the back of the lot where it's a bit darker and away from the main road. Smart man. He shuts off the engine and turns to me.
"I'm not sure where to start" he says, and I turn toward him. As he finishes that line, he notices that my bra is gone and now he can see my hard nipples pressed through the sheer fabric of my top.
He takes a breath and his eyes eventually meet mine.
"I just..." I start to speak but my hands do most of the work.
My fingertips tracing the straps of my bodysuit and around the neckline and down... I softly rub my nipples over the top of my shirt. I maintain eye contact. He struggles to.
"There's just something about you that really fucking turns me on. And I wasn't sure if I'd feel the same way in real life, but meeting you this week proved otherwise..."
I can see a flood of emotion come over him. He's aroused, but he attempts to rationalize.
"I'm no different than the rest of them."
"The rest of who?"
"The other guys."
"What other guys?"
At this point, I move the straps off my shoulders and tug at my top until both of my tits are fully out. I grab them in my hands and squeeze them together, pinching my nipples in between my fingers.
He's too stunned to respond, but he doesn't stop me so I keep going. I grab my nipples with each hand and begin to pull and twist and tease them. "Fuck," he says under his breath.
I see the bulge growing in his pants and just when I think my pussy couldn't be any wetter, I feel a drip in between my thighs. I had always known I'd made his cock hard a time or two before, but seeing it was totally different. He puts his hand over his cock, maybe in attempt to ease the comfort or maybe in attempt to hide himself, but all it did was arouse me more. It's taking everything in me not to climb onto his lap.
I start to laugh. He gives me a confused smirk, as if to ask for explanation. His cheeks are red.
"You have no idea how wet you make me."
Normally, saying these things out loud is only easy when I'm in the middle of getting railed in a dark room with lots of noise, and maybe some booze... but he makes it easy. sure there was some booze, but something about his presence makes me feel instantly relaxed. I feel safe. Which makes me really fucking horny.
"Oh really?" he asks.
I slide my skirt up around my waist. The street lamp in the parking lot is just enough light to see all he needs. My pussy, soaking wet, is glistening. I undo the buttons on my bodysuit and he sees the bright pink dildo sticking out of my pussy.
"I thought you didn't use toys?" he quipped. He looks so excited now.
"I knew your cock wasn't an option, so I had to improvise... and I thought you might like to see what I look like when I get fucked."
I slowly slide the whole 8inch dildo out of me until just the tip is in. I look up at him and smile. I then slowly push it all the way back in, flinching and Escort Antalya moaning softly until the whole thing is in me. My mouth drops open and I tilt my head back towards the window.
"Fuuuuck." I hear the zipper and just as I'd hoped, he pulls his cock out. And fuck, it is so hard.
He begins stroking himself as he's looking at me. I start fucking myself hard with the dildo, but I can't help but notice that he's not as wet as I am.
I stop.
"Can I help?" I ask, and without waiting for response I lean over the middle arm rest. My tits brush against his arm as I perch myself a few inches above his cock. I spit on it. He lets out a sigh and rubs my spit all over his cock, jerking hard.
I know I was pushing it, but damn did it feel good. I sit back and start fucking myself again. I'm not sure I've ever been more turned on than I am right now. I've been dreaming of this moment for so long.
I want to cum but I don't, because I don't want this to end.
"Do you like watching me fuck myself? Knowing I'm only this wet because of you?"
"Yes"
"Mmm" I bring my other hand down and use my index finger to make slow circles around my clit.
"I want to wrap my lips around your cock." I'm still looking directly at him.
There's a slight pause as if maybe he wasn't sure if that was the fantasy talk, or an open request. His eyes turn to me.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
I moan, and my pussy starts feeling really good. I'm so wet, I'm having a hard time keeping my fingers from slipping.
"First I'll get on my knees, so your cock is right in my face. Then I'll grab your cock with one hand and your balls in the other, massaging them and pulling on them. Looking at you."
He closes his eyes. I imagine he's visualizing.
"I take the tip of your cock and press it to my tongue, still looking at you, swirling my tongue around and around, licking up all your precum..."
He's breathing fast.
"It doesn't take long for me to put the whole thing in my mouth, inch by inch, until my mouth is filled with your cock."
I'm trying hard not to cum myself. I really want his cock in my mouth.
"Your hands on the back of my head, driving your cock into my throat"
I'm picturing it too, and I want it even more.
"My eyes watering. pussy dripping on the floor.."
I can tell he's getting close.
"Do you wanna cum on my titties right now?"
"Fuck, yes."
He gets on his knees and puts one hand on my shoulder to steady himself. His other hand jerks hard until finally, the tip of his cock pushes against my nipple and a hot, steady stream of cum covers my tits. He groans and sits back in his seat.
Fuck! His cum. My only regret is not swallowing at least some of it. I take my finger and run it across my tits, covering it in cum and licking it off.
Oh my god, I wanna suck his cock.
That taste paired with the sensation of his hot cum all over my tits sends me over the edge. I cum hard, for what feels like eternity, and when I finally come to and look up, he's grinning at me. Enough to make me want to cum all over again.
We awkwardly laugh as we get ourselves decent again.
He starts the car and makes his way back to the hotel entrance.
"So...anything else you wanna talk about before you go?"
He gives me a sarcastic smile and I smile back at him.
"Goodnight," I respond and he tells me the same. I get out and head up to my hotel room, looking like even more of a messy slut than when I left. I still can't believe it. I'm not sure I'll ever forget that feeling.
And still, this all just makes me hungry for more.