This is a Fantasy.

I meet a girl that I’m very attracted too and she responds to me in the same manor. Just staring into each others eyes turns us on indefinitely. Our touch is filled with passion, burning flames of desire and lust pass through us. We kiss and it is equal. We both want each other the same amount, we can feel our pleasures rise with every second our lips touch, forgetting to exhale.

Her and I sit over dinner talking about our personal interests and sharing our opinions on certain subjects. Each time our eyes connect, one listens, the other talks, our minds just fuck each other. She licks her lips, smiles, moves her hair, every motion just drives me crazier. I want her bad. As she looks in my eyes she sees only utter worship made from the pleasures I desire to give her. Very subtly she bites her bottom lip.

Six weeks and six days. That’s how long we can’t masturbate or do anything more than making out. Dry hump and spoon is fine, but no more. We lay next to each other every night. After a two weeks I start waking up every morning with a hard on. She feels it and it makes her wet. We sleep naked. We begin to spoon as my dick slides between her thighs rubbing up against her pussy. She angles herself so my tip hits her rim. This makes her moan. It does feel really good. But I stop her. My dick throbbing, her pussy wet. She turns around and looks at me with sad eyes. I give her a kiss. I tell her just a few more weeks.

After a month it’s torture. All we think about is sex. Every topic we speak of, our minds are dirtier than the gutter, we connect everything to sex. We laugh about it. Stare into each others eyes. See passion, desire, lust, pleasure, that has been building up. Everything thing she does I think is sexy. Her walk, the way she talks, how she moves her hands, her smile, the way she giggles. How she walks barefoot, the way she slips her heels on. I notice everything about her. She is just as observant. She watches me with great detail. I don’t like it, but I enjoy the looks she gives me every time I catch her. She’s trying to seduce me. It works. I love and hate it at the same time.This time she’s wearing a knee high skirt and heels. Her shirts unbuttoned, no bra on, I can see her bare chest. Her nipples hard behind the cotton. Slowly she lifts her skirt up, revealing her legs. As her skirt slides up her legs spread open. Her left heel moves up off the ground and she places her leg over the side of the chair. I can see her pussy, no panties. I can see that it’s wet, it’s very shiny. Her finger points at me and tell me to come over with its motion. A force I can’t fight pulls me over towards her. Damn I want her so bad. When I reach her, I fall onto my knees, and crawl in between her legs. My hands glide over her thighs towards her pussy. They continue to slide up her sides, around her breasts, shoulders, and up to her neck. I grab it firmly as I lean in towards her. I push her head to the side, mouth open, ready to bite it. Instead I lightly blow on her neck up towards her ear. I whisper, “two more weeks.”

She screams, she’s pissed off. I pull back and smile. We both know it’s going to be absolute Hell. It becomes difficult to be out in public together. Seeing her walk, just observing her is giving me hard ons. I can’t control it. My urges are killing me. Inches away for weeks, so close yet so far. I was forgetting why I had started this game. But I knew I’d remember very soon.

One week left. It was mid morning. We were at a packed Starbucks, a very small one. We were all standing in a single line. All the tables around us were taken. People were standing in the empty spaces. I stood in line behind her. We stood close together, every time we moved forward we bumped into each other. She began enjoying this because I was getting hard and there was nothing I could do about it. Just stand closer to her so nobody would notice. So I wrapped my arms around her to hide my boner. She was loving this. She began teasing me, moving her hips ever so slightly. I couldn’t see her face but I know she was smiling. Her hands grabbed mine and she dug her nails into them. I was regretting this. I should have made her go or go by myself to avoid this situation. But of course I didn’t plan that far ahead. Now I was trapped. These became the longest few minutes of my life. I was starting to enjoy it, I could feel my pre-cum sliding out. I hoped it wouldn’t leave a mark through my pants. I tried distracting myself to think of my escape route. I was fucked, I could hear her giggling, she knew it as well.

Moments later, to her disappointment I was saved. When we ordered our drinks, I was still behind her with my arms wrapped around her as if a young couple madly in love. When the lady took our order and walked away. I slipped beside her and used the bar to hide behind as I quickly stuck my hands in my pants and flipped my hard dick up to my belly. My belt would hold it in place, shirt over it to keep the part that stuck out hidden. Perfect. Her face wasn’t smiling now. I survived the embarrassing walk though Starbucks with a tent in my pants and possibly a wet spot too. 

Tonight’s the night. Tonight’s the night. Tonight’s the night. Six weeks and Six days are almost over. We start the night by listening to TOOL, perhaps you think it’s a weird choice, but if you understand TOOL and the beauty within their music, it makes perfect sense. The song is Lateralus, it has a slow build up. We sit, drinking wine and smoking weed….

Will be continued…