into the night.
The rest of my night was definitely not productive and my mind wandered back to the dark sexy stranger. After scolding myself for being so distracted I finally gave in to my fantasies. My fingers traced circles through my panties as I imagined the cool leather pressing against my skin. I let out a soft moan, imagining his full lips pressed heavily onto the nape of my neck. I let my thighs fall open as my other hand slid down my tummy and to my thigh. Gripping my own flesh I pulled my legs further apart, my nipples surged with pleasure growing erect beneath my tank top.
My fantasies took over and in the next moment, his hands were on me. Our lips met, softly at first, but with growing intensity we kissed passionately as his hands explored my body. I felt his grip heavily on my waist, my hips. I pulled my top over my head and threw it aside, allowing his lips to move south, slowly tracing circles on my wanting nipples before dipping further and sucking them playfully.
I panted with lust and his lips moved lower. Teasing me he planted soft kisses at the base of my tummy, each kiss taking me higher as my hips desperately flexed. When his hands gripped my thighs and split them open onto the bed a deep moan escaped from my lips and in the next moment he pressed himself against me, his skilled tongue massaging my desires.
“You are mine,” he breathed. As his fingers pressed against my vagina my body went into convulsions.
Just the thought of him inside of me was more than I could handle. I lustfully and intensely came, finding myself alone again in my room, a sight to be seen, naked and panting with text books and pencils surrounding me.
"Oh god how I want him,’ I thought to myself as I recovered my self-control.
Chapter 2
The next day I sent Kate a text asking her to meet up with me for a drink after my exams. She accepted and I looked forward to prodding her with questions about her night, and about him. Struggling to finish my chemistry exam on time made me want to kick myself for being so distracted the night before, but even now I couldn't help but catch my mind wandering back to the delicious memory.
I walked in to Hops a half-hour early and took a seat at the bar. The bartender was a curvaceous brunette wearing tall boots and short shorts. Her midriff was exposed and she wore too much makeup. Still, she was a pretty woman, and as I waited for my drink it humored me to watch several men at the bar follow her desperately with their eyes.
I had never thought of myself as anything but average. I could count on my hands the number of times I wore makeup, and I had never had much of a sense of fashion. I felt like I blended into the crowd rather than stand out like the woman running the bar. As she slid the drink over the counter to me she winked playfully and smiled. I took a grateful sip of my beer and nodded in approval, sending her back to her work.
Sitting there my mind started spinning fantasies again as I imagined what it would feel like to be in the arms of a dangerous and rugged man. For that matter, I wondered what it would be like to be in the arms of any man. I had always been shy side when it came to men. I had rarely gone on more than a first date with anyone, and somehow the ones that did pursue me wound up in the friend zone.
“What are you having?” I didn't notice the man take the seat next to me, my mind distracted.
“Oh, a Firestone I.P.A., ten percent alcohol,” I proclaimed mischievously as I lifted my beer slightly from the counter and glanced up towards him.
I was pleasantly surprised: he was attractive, and as he let out a soft chuckle I suddenly felt shy.
“A girl that knows her beers,” he smiled gently as he called out to the bartender and asked for two more of the same.
“Christopher,” he held out his hand out in
The rest of my night was definitely not productive and my mind wandered back to the dark sexy stranger. After scolding myself for being so distracted I finally gave in to my fantasies. My fingers traced circles through my panties as I imagined the cool leather pressing against my skin. I let out a soft moan, imagining his full lips pressed heavily onto the nape of my neck. I let my thighs fall open as my other hand slid down my tummy and to my thigh. Gripping my own flesh I pulled my legs further apart, my nipples surged with pleasure growing erect beneath my tank top.
My fantasies took over and in the next moment, his hands were on me. Our lips met, softly at first, but with growing intensity we kissed passionately as his hands explored my body. I felt his grip heavily on my waist, my hips. I pulled my top over my head and threw it aside, allowing his lips to move south, slowly tracing circles on my wanting nipples before dipping further and sucking them playfully.
I panted with lust and his lips moved lower. Teasing me he planted soft kisses at the base of my tummy, each kiss taking me higher as my hips desperately flexed. When his hands gripped my thighs and split them open onto the bed a deep moan escaped from my lips and in the next moment he pressed himself against me, his skilled tongue massaging my desires.
“You are mine,” he breathed. As his fingers pressed against my vagina my body went into convulsions.
Just the thought of him inside of me was more than I could handle. I lustfully and intensely came, finding myself alone again in my room, a sight to be seen, naked and panting with text books and pencils surrounding me.
"Oh god how I want him,’ I thought to myself as I recovered my self-control.
Chapter 2
The next day I sent Kate a text asking her to meet up with me for a drink after my exams. She accepted and I looked forward to prodding her with questions about her night, and about him. Struggling to finish my chemistry exam on time made me want to kick myself for being so distracted the night before, but even now I couldn't help but catch my mind wandering back to the delicious memory.
I walked in to Hops a half-hour early and took a seat at the bar. The bartender was a curvaceous brunette wearing tall boots and short shorts. Her midriff was exposed and she wore too much makeup. Still, she was a pretty woman, and as I waited for my drink it humored me to watch several men at the bar follow her desperately with their eyes.
I had never thought of myself as anything but average. I could count on my hands the number of times I wore makeup, and I had never had much of a sense of fashion. I felt like I blended into the crowd rather than stand out like the woman running the bar. As she slid the drink over the counter to me she winked playfully and smiled. I took a grateful sip of my beer and nodded in approval, sending her back to her work.
Sitting there my mind started spinning fantasies again as I imagined what it would feel like to be in the arms of a dangerous and rugged man. For that matter, I wondered what it would be like to be in the arms of any man. I had always been shy side when it came to men. I had rarely gone on more than a first date with anyone, and somehow the ones that did pursue me wound up in the friend zone.
“What are you having?” I didn't notice the man take the seat next to me, my mind distracted.
“Oh, a Firestone I.P.A., ten percent alcohol,” I proclaimed mischievously as I lifted my beer slightly from the counter and glanced up towards him.
I was pleasantly surprised: he was attractive, and as he let out a soft chuckle I suddenly felt shy.
“A girl that knows her beers,” he smiled gently as he called out to the bartender and asked for two more of the same.
“Christopher,” he held out his hand out in
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