Skyybird
02-28-2009, 05:30 AM
I saw you walk in the café…you even looked at me as you stood by the counter and ordered your drink.
I couldn't breathe then.
My girlfriends carried on chatting but I saw one of them nudge the other and take a good look at you. I smiled but not enough to give away the truth. What is the truth? When I heard your voice on the phone this morning, I needed to touch myself. Just the sound of your words do that to me. Seeing you walk into the room, I had to cross my legs. Surely I'm just the victim of my imagination. Is it really that good between us? I could hardly concentrate on the conversation, so I excused myself and headed for the restroom. Some cold water and a harsh talking to would sort me out. I opened the door and grimaced as the door screeched. But it was cool in there.
The heat in my cheeks felt calmer. I stood at the basin and turned on the cold water. Your face appeared in the mirror behind me and I laughed. Ok so now you are haunting me? But then I felt your breath on my neck.
Now that was real.
I flitted between believing you were real and knowing you couldn't be….no screeching door. But your hand touched my thigh and right then I didn't care I wanted you. You were on my mind from the moment I was conscious this morning, all day, the thought of you slipping into my head. The thought of you slipping inside me. Your hand is moving up my leg, lifting my skirt. I should stop you, I don't want to do this here. Your hand is rubbing my ass cheek, so soft and sensual.
Your fingers slipping my knickers over and down….just enough to give you access. I hear your zipper and I want to turn around, I want to kiss you and touch you, but you hold my hips firm. Your fingers delve into me, slowly spreading the slickness. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. My friends are just outside the door. They will come looking soon I just know it. Here we are in the restroom, for anyone to see, I can feel the heat of your dick on my cheek.
Dammit….hurry up, but don't stop.
The door screeches……..FUCK!!!!!
I look up into the mirror and see nothing but my own reflection.
In a panic I look down at my hands still cupping the cold water and remember to breathe.
I look up again and see a short elderly lady disappear into the cubicle and instinctively splash the water on my face.
I discreetly adjust my knickers and straighten my clothes Apply more lipstick and walk out of the door back to my friends.
I look for you at the counter but you are gone. You see what I mean…..in my head all the time…..were you really there?
I couldn't breathe then.
My girlfriends carried on chatting but I saw one of them nudge the other and take a good look at you. I smiled but not enough to give away the truth. What is the truth? When I heard your voice on the phone this morning, I needed to touch myself. Just the sound of your words do that to me. Seeing you walk into the room, I had to cross my legs. Surely I'm just the victim of my imagination. Is it really that good between us? I could hardly concentrate on the conversation, so I excused myself and headed for the restroom. Some cold water and a harsh talking to would sort me out. I opened the door and grimaced as the door screeched. But it was cool in there.
The heat in my cheeks felt calmer. I stood at the basin and turned on the cold water. Your face appeared in the mirror behind me and I laughed. Ok so now you are haunting me? But then I felt your breath on my neck.
Now that was real.
I flitted between believing you were real and knowing you couldn't be….no screeching door. But your hand touched my thigh and right then I didn't care I wanted you. You were on my mind from the moment I was conscious this morning, all day, the thought of you slipping into my head. The thought of you slipping inside me. Your hand is moving up my leg, lifting my skirt. I should stop you, I don't want to do this here. Your hand is rubbing my ass cheek, so soft and sensual.
Your fingers slipping my knickers over and down….just enough to give you access. I hear your zipper and I want to turn around, I want to kiss you and touch you, but you hold my hips firm. Your fingers delve into me, slowly spreading the slickness. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. My friends are just outside the door. They will come looking soon I just know it. Here we are in the restroom, for anyone to see, I can feel the heat of your dick on my cheek.
Dammit….hurry up, but don't stop.
The door screeches……..FUCK!!!!!
I look up into the mirror and see nothing but my own reflection.
In a panic I look down at my hands still cupping the cold water and remember to breathe.
I look up again and see a short elderly lady disappear into the cubicle and instinctively splash the water on my face.
I discreetly adjust my knickers and straighten my clothes Apply more lipstick and walk out of the door back to my friends.
I look for you at the counter but you are gone. You see what I mean…..in my head all the time…..were you really there?