My fancy

Walking around downtown, his hands are around my shoulders, around my waist. Pulling me closer. I pull away from him and flash him a look.

Warning him.

It's not time.... yet.

He's relentless. He wants me. I want him. But I won't give him the satisfaction of telling him I would gladly pull my skirt up to give him access to my ass sans panties.

We get drinks at a dimly lit bar. I am sitting on a bar stool. He's standing beside me. Standing too close. Leaning into me. I can feel the heat radiating off of him. I wonder how any one person can put off this heat. This energy? I allow my touch to linger on his forearm trying to absorb some of it. Electricity sizzles in the air. His clear blue eyes try to pierce into my psyche. I turn away from him.

No one gets inside my head that quickly.

We are back out into the night. The atmosphere is heavy. Rain is in the air.

He ducks into an apartment building lobby as the sky opens and a torrential down pour begins. I stand there letting the water wash over. The fat drops hitting my body. In an instant I am soaked. He yells for me to come inside and I ignore him. My thin shirt is now a second skin, hugging the curves of my breast. The rain feels like miniature percussion beats across my skin. Hitting me in exquisite ways. I close my eyes and relish the sensations. When I open my eyes and look around, he is there... standing just outside of my reach under the canopy of the building. A smile of satisfaction is upon his face. I grab his hand and pull him into me. I push my breasts into his chest. He tries to pull me under the canopy but I resist. I drag him into the rain with me. The deluge consuming us both in an instant.

We run back inside to the awaiting elevator and push the button for the top floor. Nervous energy fills the small ascending box. We laugh at the rain slicked fashion statements we are both sporting. I lead the way around the corner into a loft apartment. Candles are lit, providing gentle flickering of light against the dark walls. He pulls me close to his body. Again the heat radiating off of him is intoxicating.

I begin to open his shirt. One tiny button at a time. To reveal a patch of dense light brown hair upon his chest. I feel myself flush, from head to toe. I want to run my hands through it, rub my body against it.... now. I cannot bother to finish unbuttoning the final 4 buttons. I rip the shirt off, pushing it back on his arm. Pushing him against a counter I drop to my knees and unfasten the belt and unzip his slacks. Pulling down his briefs his cock springs out at me. Yearning for my touch.

I stand back and just look at him.

A beautiful bit of Man Meat I have before me. Well muscled upper torso with that triangle ratio from shoulders to waist. The dense patch of hair covering his chest trailing southward to his cock that is at FULL MAST, just waiting for some attention.

He doesn't realize what is going. His head tilted back, eyes closed and hands grasping the counter for balance. As he comes back he understands that I am an arm’s length away. His blue eyes center in on me. I silently strip off my clothes. Pulling my shirt over my head, unfastening my bra and then letting my skirt slide to the floor I maintain his gaze. The only thing I am wearing is my t-strap Mary Jane's and a smile.

He kicks off the pants puddled around his ankles and takes two steps toward me, catching me in his arms.

There is no hesitation in our movements. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He cups my ass in his hands and carries me over to the counter. I bite his shoulder as he sinks his cock into my pussy. Ruthlessly, without reservation he fucks me.

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And when I wake up, I diddle myself recalling the dream. Thinking about the teacher at my cubs' school. Wondering what it would take to turn my fancy into reality.