Fantasy #5: “Sexting”

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Fantasy #4: “Best Head of My Life…”

Walking back from the gym…

He’s walking in front of me… clearly wiped from the gym and very sweaty.

My eyes keep tracing his body… from his calves, to his hamstrings, to his perfect ass, to his small waist, to his wide back and broad shoulders… damn… I could lick this man from head to toe – right here, right now in this hallway.

He beats me the door and turns to the right in order to open it. I can see his profile now…  I can see the sweat dripping from his forehead and nose but my eyes stop at his lips… they look wet….juicy.

 He turns to me – suddenly, I guess he felt my eyes on him.  He begins to smile… surely by now he knows that my mind is always in the gutter and he doesn’t even to have to ask what I’m looking at; he already knows.

He opens the door and allows me to walk inside, as soon as he closes and locks the door he turns and I’m directly in front of him. I could tell I startled him bit..  He just laughed – completely amused by my behavior. 

He rests his hands on my hips and looks me directly in my eyes.

“What were you looking at in the hallway?” he asks to my surprise.

He knows what I was looking at – I guess he’s just in the mood for flattery. That’s fine – I can play that game.

“What do you mean?” I ask him.

“You know what I mean…” he chuckled; he doesn’t know how to play with a straight face yet…

I looked down at the floor and said “No…” then let my eyes travel from his dick up to his chest and then back to his eyes… “I don’t.”

“Come on Babe… I saw you staring at my ass…” he said biting his lip.

I could feel his dick starting to get hard… I could feel it on my abdomen… he was ready… I guess I’ll make it easy on him this time… besides I am utterly incapable of playing games when there is a hard dick involved…

I put both of my hands on his chest and let them explore his abs, nipples, chest neck and back; slowly caressing every inch of his upper body… lightly grazing my finger over the top perfectly muscular ass…. All the while my eyes never left his not even when he started trace my [now] hard nipples with fingers.

“Yes…I was looking at you; but not just your ass…”

He looked intently at me, waiting for me to go on… I could tell he was getting anxious –

 “I was looking at the sweat dripping from your body…  wanting to catch every drip with my mouth before it hit the floor… jealous that the floor got to have it instead of me…”

“Is that right?” he asked in a very low tone…

“Yes… “

“What else?”

I smiled and started to pull down his gym shorts; which was somewhat difficult. His dick was pointing straight up in the air and it kept his shorts from making a smooth transition to the floor – I had to re-position his dick and tug a little to get them down… damn he felt so good in my hand. I couldn’t help but rub it a little, tracing my fingers around the head then slowly down the shaft  and balls, cupping them in my hand. 

When I finally looked up at him, his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open… he must like this… 

His fingers are now pinching my nipples instead of tracing them, and his breathing is heavy. As soon as  his shorts hit the floor down and my hand is free – I use it to rub his dick with one hand and cup his balls with the other.  His eyes open and he leans down, I assume to kiss me – I stand on my tip toes to meet his kiss – but instead he tells me not to move… so I don’t.

He sticks out his tongue and tells me to suck it… which I do… eagerly. I like being told what to do.  I take him into my mouth and gently suck it – I moan… this man is turning me on.  He pulls back a little and starts to lick my lips – I want him so bad. I find myself getting a little impatient  and I can’t seem to wait for him to finish. I tilt my head to the side and open my mouth to receive his tongue… he felt so good in my mouth … his lips felt so good against mine… this man has the most luscious lips I have ever tasted… I could kiss him for hours.

I feel like I’m getting drunk off this kiss… instead of rubbing his dick and balls, I find that my hands are on his face and I am drinking him… I want all of him. The kiss gets faster and harder – and we are both making noises.  He pulls my shirt over my head while turning me around so that my back is up against the door – I follow his lead and quickly yank his shirt over his head… I want to feel him against my skin.

He continues to kiss me  and I arch my in order to feel his chest pressed against my breasts. My hands are still on his neck and face when I realized that he is lowering himself… 

He licks a trail from my neck to my shoulders, to my breasts and starts to suck and bite them. He’s biting them hard – but I like it. I’m a tough girl, so I welcome a little roughness… 

He then takes his hands and holds a breast in each one, alternating between them while he licks, sucks, and bites them.  He slowly kisses my stomach and sides. His tongue feels so good against my skin, but it’s his lips that are driving crazy… so soft… so intoxicating. He pulls down my exercise pants, while still kissing my stomach while electing to eaves my panties on…

I wondered why he did that… it would just take more time to get my panties down after pulling my pants – it would have been faster to just grab both of them at one time and pull them both down… oh well… I guess he’s trying to take his time… I can’t be mad at that…

He starts to kiss my inner thighs, alternating between legs and making his progression up my thighs with one kiss…  he makes it between my legs and kisses my pussy through my panties… gently at first and gradually harder… he then starts to lick and suck my pussy through my panties. I can feel every inhale and exhale and it’s making my pussy throb and leak…. I can see it leaking down my legs… but before it hits the floor he eats it up. 

“Mmmm, you taste good babe…”

I look down at him with my mouth wide open in amazement… I can’t talk.  I just grab my breasts and rub them to give a little comfort while this man is eating me like no other…  I’m hot… my head is on fire…  I’m scared because I don’t know what that means… I’m breathing heavily and every time I look down at him I feel extreme heat between my legs and my pussy muscles start to flex – without me even trying.

He pauses… and I look down… frowning.

“What’s wrong babe?”  He asks me… smiling.

“Nothing…” I whine… still breathing quite erratically trying to figure out if I’m happy or sad that he stopped. I feel tears streaming down my face and I think I’m sobbing… why is he smiling???

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t knooooow…” I whale…. Not wanting to  – but at this point my emotions are just pouring out of me… literally.  Get it together Shay, get it together!

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Uh uh…” I whisper while shaking my head no.

“Okay baby…” he says and then pulls my panties to the side angles my hips upward so that he put my legs on his shoulders. 

I gasp… extraordinarily excited – but also a little scared of what he’s going to do next.

He turns his head to the side and starts to kiss my pussy like as if he was kissing me…  licking and sucking and moving his head up and down… my legs start to shake;  He plants his hands on my thighs to keep them still.

He paused for a moment to ask me: “Oh you like that huh?” 

“YES!” I screamed… I know my neighbors had to have heard that one – after all we were right by the door.

He bit his lip and removed one hands from my thigh and used it to raise the hood of my clit. He put his head between my legs and started to slowly breathe on it, bringing his tongue so close but not touching it. I can see myself dripping on his neck and chest… if he keeps this up I’m going to soak the fucking floor.

Finally, gently kisses it with his lips at first… and then his tongue. He licks his tongue up and down my clit… over and over, progressively making his licks longer.   I feel like I’m about to pass out.

“Give it to my babe… cum for me”

I say nothing…

He starts to rub his face between legs… I can feel the stubble from his chin and cheeks rub against my pussy – the roughness feels soooooooo  good. Seeing my pussy all over his face is having an extreme effect on me.

“Is this my pussy?”

I say nothing…

“Is this my pussy?”

I still say nothing – not because I don’t want to – but because I can’t. I’m still crying and my body is doing things that I’ve never seen it do… I don’t know what the fuck is going on….

He releases his other hand from my thigh – and my thighs return to trembling. He puts his finger inside me and starts to play with my g-spot. But instead of just hitting it… he turns his hand over and makes a “come here” gesture… a very very fast “come here” gesture.

I feel all the hotness in my body gather together between my legs…

Oh shit….

“Is this my mother fucking pussy?!”  he yells and  proceeds to bury his head between my legs and begins  to suck the hell  out of my clit. Sucking it like it was a lollipop… or a straw…. sucking it on a rhythm… sucking it as it pulsated.

“YES THIS IS YOUR MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY!!!!!”  I scream while I cum like I’ve never cum before in my entire fucking life… shivering and shaking as we slowly fall to the floor. I open my eyes while my body is still arrested from the orgasm; he’s still between my legs…  drinking me… which is making me cum again… and again… and again…

When it was over I came 4 times… and I was still crying.

“You okay babe?” he asked.

“Uh huh” I said while shaking my head yes and wiping the tears from my eyes with my wrists.

I looked at him and I realized that he was quietely laughing at me.  Oh this shit is funny huh? I got something for him…

I jumped up and took his entire dick in to my mouth… all the way up to his balls.

“OH SHIT!” He yelled while his eyes lids squeezed shut.

Uh huh… I thought to myself.  That shit isn’t so funny now is it?

TO BE CONTINUED.

Southern Gentleman Part 4 : “HE IS…”

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything… believe me when I say I have at least 10 blog entries that I have started and haven’t had a chance to finish…

Let me update you all…

Southern Gentleman [http://wp.me/pISsY-4M]and I are a couple now :)  We have been dating approximately 2 months and we made it official approximately 1 month ago.

Things are moving sooo fast…. I knew I loved him by the 3^rd week.

 I remember questioning myself – asking myself “ How can I love this man?” “It hasn’t even been a month!”  But I know now, that I did – even though I initially denied it…I love him…

I love him because has given me everything I ever wanted and I never have to ask.  My gentleman is everything I asked for in my list: I’m waiting for you Daddy [http://wp.me/pISsY-2C], I mean… everything.  From understanding and liking my sense of humor to his big hands, to his ability to reciprocate, to his generosity…  HE IS everything I asked for and more…

Even though physical appearance isn’t important – his body is beautiful. I find myself staring at him sometimes. It’s funny, I had no idea what he was hiding under those clothes until one day – we went out to dinner and saw a movie afterwards…

 Well, it started to pour down raining right when we parked the car to walk to the restaurant. He was soaked – and looked completely miserable – I remember feeling so terrible that I didn’t think to bring an umbrella even though I knew it was going to rain…

Throughout dinner I kept asking him if he was alright… He would just smile and say “I’m good”… which I thought was sweet –because clearly he wasn’t.  I was soaked too, but the little dress dried fairly quickly under the hand dryer in the restroom… I just looked wrinkled and messy lol…he however, was soaking wet.

Even though we were both somewhat uncomfortable – we had a really good time. Thankfully it had stopped raining which put us both at ease. However; as soon as I paid the check – it started to pour down again.

Of course… I thought to myself as I mentally prepared myself to run 3 blocks in the rain in slippery sandals…  He offered to run to the car and pick me up – but I told him no. It just didn’t seem right that I let him get double soaked and I remain dry and comfortable… besides -I can handle a little rain…

He asked me if I was sure and conceded to allow me to get wet lol… which I could tell was hard for him to do.   He grabbed my hand – something that he never done before.

 “Are u ready?” he asked me.

“Yes” I answered.

He started to run, but not so fast that I couldn’t keep up. We were getting soaked… again… My hair was completely ruined and my dress was now sticking to my body – and I was freezing. But when I looked up at him and saw him smiling down at me… none of that mattered.

Damn… HE IS soo cute – I thought to myself…So sweet and so gentle… so perfect.

Holding hand felt so good.  I think that was the first time I wanted anyone to hold my hand in over 2 years.  It made me nervous – which I thought was weird because I don’t typically get nervous about things like that. I suppose it’s different when I don’t care about the person.

We drove to the theatre garage and parked the car. He grabbed a towel out of his trunk to try and dry himself off… he wasn’t successful.  While drying off he remembered he had an extra t-shirt in the back seat and told me that he was change but that it was going to be really wrinkled- I smiled him and told him it was cool – I mean, what am I supposed to say – no? I would never do something like that… and plus if he didn’t at least change his shirt he was definitely going to get sick.

When I saw him begin to take his shirt off I looked straight ahead. I didn’t want to know what was under that shirt. I didn’t want to start lusting for him…  

I was doing a really good job at avoiding him until he called my name to ask me something… Without thinking I turned to him… he said something – but I have no idea what it was…

When I turned to him I remember seeing tattoos… one on his shoulder and another on his chest. I remember seeing muscle… so much beautiful muscle. He called my name again, and I faced forward – he asked me a question and I answered… although I have no idea what the question was nor my answer… I was caught up. I had mini day dreams of my licking his bicepts, shoulders , chest and back… and wondered what it would feel like to have his hands wrapped around me… or better yet my legs wrapped around him… I closed my eyes for a few seconds and slowly inhaled and exhaled to calm myself… I wonder if he did that on purpose…

I was already very attracted to him because I thought he was such a good, nice, sweet person and when  I saw his body… it multiplied my attraction for him… I was wet… and I knew that I was more than likely going to stay that way all night.

Later that night…

We were in the movies watching a very horrible movie called The Bounty Hunter – I do NOT recommend you see this… it was super long and super boring – and we were the only 2 people in there… what does that tell you?

 While in the movies, he was of course, a complete gentleman. We were sitting very close… so close that my cheek was resting on his… and the whole time all he did was gently rub my arm and hands. He was seriously turning me on – I’m sure he had no idea.

I told him that I was cold and he told me that if I wanted to I could lay my legs across his lap and that might make me less cold. Of course, I agreed – anything to get his hands on my legs…

After I positioned myself comfortably on him he leaned in and pecked me on the cheek.

 “Uh huh”… he said “stole me some sugar…”

I laughed.. .I thought it was so cute….  He wanted to kiss me but I suppose he was trying to be a gentleman and not overstep whatever predefined boundaries he created prior to meeting me.  I turned to him and I said – “you don’t have steal it… I want to give it to you”…

He moved slowed and very cautiously to me and allowed his lips to touch mine sooooo slowly… over and over and over…  this man was driving me absolutely crazy. I wanted him so bad, the anticipation was making me so wet that I could feel myself leaking on my inner thighs… I had to took control… I gently grabbed his head and tilted mine, and put my tongue in his mouth. We must have kissed for 30 minutes… but it was the best damn kiss I’ve ever had.  HE IS so sexy…

When we stopped kissing, I took it a step further and put his hand between my legs… he would only rub my thighs and the outside of my panties… he actually told me that he would not move my panties to the side… he told me he wanted to respect me… although I thought that was really sweet of him – I can’t say that I wasn’t a little annoyed… I don’t like being told no.

 My pussy started to ache instead of pulsate as if she knew she was not going to get what she wanted…

He very, very slowly started to rub my thigh. He then took one finger and gently rubbed it up and down my panties… so gently that I could barely feel him touching me. We were holding each other with our eyes closed just breathing, in and out, out and in… slowly.  I felt a warmness between my legs and felt that I could cum right there just from the anticipation and the wanting to feel  him inside of me… I start to grind my hips to force more contact… but he resisted me…

Damn it… I thought to myself. This dude is playing hard to get…

All of sudden the lights came on and someone with a flashlight told us to get the hell out… I wonder how long that person was standing there…

Anyway

That’s when it started… that’s when I felt the spark. That’s when I knew that I didn’t want to date anyone else and he was the one for me. It’s also when I knew that I needed to go to my Gynecologist and get some birth control because I was going to fuck the hell out of this man…  * I made my appointment the very next day *

This man is exceptional… surely other women must know this! He is everything I ever wanted – and I’m sure he has the majority of qualities and attributes that women of all ages are looking for – and I just don’t understand how his exes kept fucking it up. Funnily enough – he said same thing about me- to which my response was “they didn’t want me”. 

They were looking for something else. I brought more to the table than they did and they were intimidated by that. Some men are simply more comfortable when they feel like they are doing better than their woman… they didn’t know how to be men and accept my success…

So, knowing all that, I suppose I understand why he’s single… the women he dated were just stupid.

 But I’m not, I know how valuable HE IS and I show him how I feel about him every day. I love him, I love this man. HE IS everything any woman could ever want in a man and at the same time, is extremely masculine, respectful, considerate, kind, warm, sweet…. I mean the list goes on and on. And when he makes love to me I feel it… I feel that he loves me- that he cares for me.

He is exactly what I’ve been looking for – for the past 2 years [ since I got my head on straight]- and I AM… so happy.

Fantasy #3: “Daddy’s Here…”

I’m sitting on his lap outside enjoying the night air.

I really want him to kiss me.  He seems to be a little pre-occupied with my body; enjoying his access to my legs, ass and hips. I can see him studying my curves with his finger tips, I also notice when he briefly pauses from studying me, to experiencing me… squeezing my hips… I like that.

 I feel like he’s teasing me; with every touch and squeeze, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

I’m trying to keep my cool, so I’m totally quite and still, and after a few minutes he asks me,

 “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m just a little tired”

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked, in a tone that indicated that he really didn’t want to.

“No, I’m enjoying our time together.”

“Good I am too…” he said, sounding relieved.

I turn to look at him and he’s smiling. I look down at his lips and have 5 or 6 quick fantasies about licking them, sucking them, biting them, and having them all over my body.  I bite my lower lip for a moment and somehow one of my hands finds its way to his arm, and the other has grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me. I kiss him, slowly and passionately, licking and biting his lips in the process.

I can feel my pussy start to throb. I feel like my pussy is a drum and a little man is inside of me beating the hell out of it. I can feel the vibration throughout my body… it makes me tremble.

 I want this dude so bad… I open my eyes to look around to see if anyone is walking by… I see no one.  I break from him for a second to contemplate on whether or not I’m really going to fuck him… right here… outside.

My forehead is resting on his and we’re both breathing heavily… I guess he liked that kiss…

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Nothing” I responded. This dude has no idea.

I am so wet that I can feel it on my inner thighs… I start to squeeze them in hopes that my juices will not drip down any farther and expose my secret. 

I continue to kiss him; this time he is freer with his hands. He grabs my ass with one hand and takes the other and glides it up between my breasts to my neck, to my chin… to my lips.  He breaks from me kissing me and rubs his finger across my lips; I eagerly stick my tongue out to lick it… I see him mouth the word oooh. Then I throw him a little wink, to show him that every movement is deliberate and that I know what I’m doing.

I spread my legs to get him comfortably between them… I’m facing him now; and I can feel his hard dick up against my stomach. It makes me want him even more.

He sticks his tongue out and I dive in to receive it, too eager to suck it.  I take my arms and anchor them under his arms so that my hands are resting on his shoulders and I can pull myself closer to him – I start to grind on him. I didn’t realize I was grinding on him until I saw a family walk by with their young children… all the while the parents trying to shield the eyes of their kids from our exhibition… oops.

The family finally passes and he pulls my hair back and thrusts himself on me.  He somehow quickly positioned himself so that his dick is thrusting directly on my pussy. He’s so hard that it hurts a little, but that doesn’t lessen my arousal in the least.  It just makes me wish that dick was inside of me, instead of inside his jeans.

 I look down and I see a wet spot on the front of my dress… damn it.  What is this man doing to me?

He starts to aggressively grind on me, forcing my body to move up and down… I feel my temperature rising. I’m getting more and more excited with passing second. 

He then takes his hand and firmly pulls my hair back so that my eyes are looking directly up at the sky and then he softly licks between my breasts and licks a trail up to my neck. 

I’m arching my back so I can feel as much of him as possible all the while looking towards the sky and allowing my hands to move freely through my hair. My body temperature is steadily rising and the cool night air is having a very sensual effect on me. I feel like I could cum right here.

I take his hand and put it between my legs… I want him to know what he’s doing to me. I’m so wet  that my silk thong is sticking to my pussy and he has to anchor his finger to move it out of the way so that he can enter me.  He goes right for my G-spot…

He hits it once; I bring my eyes back to him and kiss him.

He hits it again; I bite my lips to keep from moaning and squeeze his back.

He hits it again, this time with two fingers and much faster, over and over and over.

I have to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.  Tears are starting to flow down my cheeks. I quickly wipe my face clean and look down to see that I creamed all over his hand… thank goodness I have napkins in my purse.

My heart is still racing, and I feel a foreign emotion, something between joy, excitement and sadness- because I ‘m really happy and satisfied but for some reason I feel like I could sit here for 10 minutes and have a really good cry. 

I rest my face on his neck to recover from my explosive orgasm. He rubs my back and whispers in my ear… “It’s okay baby…Daddy’s here.”

Fantasy #2: “Bad Girl”

After the first date… on the way home

I haven’t kissed him yet … so I’m doin’ good. If I can just get through this car ride, get to my apartment, only kiss him on the cheek, go inside, and lock the door behind me…  I won’t have any problems. I can be a “Good Girl” tonight.

I am really attracted him.   I’ve been drinking for about 3 hours, I’m not drunk, but I’m feeling pretty good – and with every passing minute I feel my panties getting wetter and wetter.   Alcohol makes me horny… as soon as I have that first sip my body gets warm, my inhibitions lower, and my panties get moist; luckily he doesn’t know that, and fortunately I know how to hold my liquor. So… I don’t think he suspects anything.

Right now, he’s taking me home and we’re about 10 minutes away. He’s been a perfect gentleman all night; paying for everything, opening doors, complimenting me, telling me how good I look and how nice I smell… He’s impressing me but I have to stay strong – I can’t give it up on the first night…

We pull up to my apartment building and there happens to be a parking space right in front. Damn it…  

I’m starting to get a little nervous. He must have noticed the shift in energy because he felt the need to tell me that he only wanted to walk me to my door… I didn’t think it was a good idea – but I didn’t want to tell him no and then have him think that I was weird – or afraid of him.

But I was afraid… afraid that we might kiss… and where that kiss would take us. Unfortunately, none of those fears lessened my desires.

After parking we both got out of the car. He put his arm around me which shielded me from the cold wind; His tall frame and broad shoulders did not allow me feel a moment of cold. So… I thought, this is what it’s like to be with a man…

When we walked inside my building my heart started to pound and I was struggling to maintain a normal breathing pattern.  I started to sweat – and my thick-ass coat wasn’t helping. I took it off mid-way up the stairs in an attempt to cool off… it didn’t work. He seemed so calm and cool – like he doesn’t have a care in the world… sexy bastard. He has no idea what I’m going through. I am nervous… so nervous that I am going to be bad tonight.

I wonder if he even knows that I was fantasizing about him during dinner… Wondering what he tastes like, wanting to jump over the table and taste him for myself.  Wanting to part his lips with my tongue and give him a slow passionate kiss, push the table to the side, unzip his pants and ride him right there in front of all those people as if we were in a rodeo show. I wonder if he knew when I hugged him I felt his dick on my stomach and the fantasized of how it would feel on my body, in my body and in my mouth.  I wonder if he knew that every time I bit my lower lip it was to keep me from moaning. I wonder if he knew that everytime I went to the restroom it was to dry myself off, until the end of the night when finally I gave up and just threw my drenched panties away…  I wonder if he knows that I’m not wearing any panties…  nah… he’s clueless. He probably doesn’t even know that I’m interested…

Finally, we make it my apartment door and I am nervously  searching for my keys – all the while he is facing me.  I’m hating this awkward moment – but thankful for it because its allowing me to slow my breathing and calm myself.

I finally feel them at the bottom of my huge purse… I pull them out, jingle them a little and point out the obvious by saying “Found them”.

He smiles. This was a new smile. I didn’t know him well enough to read it yet; but, it seemed to indicate that he was not only amused by my behavior – but also, that he was about to make a move.   He looked at me for about 10 seconds without saying a word – sizing me up.  My heart starts to race again and I’m speaking in fragments…

“Tonight… fun…tonight was fun… I had a… good time…” I said, all the while nodding and avoiding eye contact and trying like hell to control my breathing.

“Yes, I had a good time too.” He said while trying to find my eyes – but they were glued to the floor. He took one of his fingers and gently raised my chin so that our eyes locked and then he continued…

 “I’m really happy I met you”….

My mouth is open, my eyes are wide as hell, and pussy is starting to ache to the point where my knees are beginning to buckle… He knows what he’s doing… I really want to be a “Good Girl” tonight.

He leans down and kisses me very gently… I close my eyes and inhale him. I drop my coat and purse, and begin to wrap my arms around his body.  Damn, his lips are so soft.  I allow my head to tilt all the way back and I anchor my arms under his so that my hands are holding his shoulders. I slightly tilt my head to right and take his upper lip into my mouth and gently suck it. I part from him slightly so I can lick his lips… I had been dying to do this all night.  I part his lips with mine and start to passionately kiss him. He’s excited now… his hands are exploring my back and he has his weight on me… we’re up against my door making out… I haven’t done this since high school.

It’s all too much for me… I part from him again, to catch my breath and let out a quiet moan… He starts to kiss my neck and continues to run his hands all over my body. Grabbing my ass and thighs, rubbing my flat stomach and gently pinching my sides… he likes my thickness. My head is turned to the side- allowing him full access to my neck. I am loving every minute of this… I’m rubbing my leg against his and grabbing his back and arching mine so that I can be as close to him as possible, I want to feel him all over me…

He takes a break and whispers in my ear “ So you like me huh?” … Then he again takes his finger and guides my chin so that I am looking at him in his eyes… my mouth is open again… this dude is driving me crazy.

“Don’t you?”… He repeats.

“Yes…” I whisper to him, my eyes never leaving his.

“I knew that… you’ve just been playing hard to get…”

I’m silent; totally mesmerized by him… my mouth is still open and I start to breathing heavily.

“Haven’t you?” He repeats.

“Yes…” I whisper to him, and let out a long sigh.

He smiles, “That’s ok, I like a challenge. I really have enjoyed our date and I hope that I can see you again.”

While he saying this, I am slowly gaining my composure, letting go of his back, letting my leg return back to being beside the other instead of being wrapped around him, closing my mouth and returning to a normal breathing pattern.

“I had a good time too – and I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon…”

He frowned, seeming not to like my response. So I added, “I’ll call you tomorrow, maybe we can set something up.” His smile returned.

I bent down to pick up my coat and purse and opened my apartment door. Before I could turn the knob to open it, he was up against me.  I could feel his dick on my ass… he was hard and he wanted me to know it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew it was over, I was about to be a “Bad Girl.”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “What if I’m not ready to go yet?”

Without saying a word or turning around, I opened my door threw my coat and purse inside, stepped in and pulled my dress over my head; put my palms on the wall directly in front of me, arched my back, stuck out my ass. I then turn my head slightly so I could see him, all the while keeping my palms on the wall and my legs spread.  I saw him looking at my ass – I bet he’s wrapping his head around the fact that I’m not wearing any panties… 

He’s standing in the door way, with his mouth open… stuck. I bet he didn’t see this coming.

“Come on in Daddy… this is what you wanted right?”

He’s staring at me… still stuck… I can’t help but smile.

“Isn’t it?” I repeated.

“Yeah”… He replied.

He walks in and rubs his hand on my stomach and back. He then put his hands on my hips and gently pulls my ass back towards him while pushing back towards the wall. I hear him unzip his pants and then next thing I feel is his dick on my ass and then sensation of him rubbing it up and down my pussy. He’s instantly soaked.

 “Oh shit girl… I didn’t know it was like this…”

I just smile… I knew he didn’t expect it… they never do

He begins to suck on neck and aggressively grab and smack my ass…I moan… loudly.

I grab him by the back of his neck while keeping my other hand firmly planted on the wall for support; I close my eyes and throw my head back in ecstasy, I can feel my juices running down my leg…

I realize the door is still open… 

“Close the door Daddy, I don’t want my neighbors to hear…”

He breaks from me for only a second to push the door closed. It’s still closing when he returns to me and grabs my hair. He gently pulls my head back and whispers into my ear…

“I knew you were a Bad Girl”… and then I hear the door close.

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