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{Assm} I Close My Eyes...1/2 {Mina} (M/M, M/F)
Disclaimer::
This story is meant for those over 18. If you are under 18
please do not continue further. For the rest of you, please know
that this is the original work of the author and is property of
the author. Forward your comments to Toutavous99@yahoo.com.
Thanks. Mina
I Close My Eyes...
The buzz of the alarm clock rouses me from yet
another restless night. Too much thinking about schedules and
appointments kept me from getting some much needed sleep. No use
putting the day off, it'll only make things worse.
I drag myself from the bed and into the kitchen.
Thank goodness the coffee was ready. As I sip the hot brew and
thumb thru the morning paper, I can hear the sounds of the
building coming to life around me. The next-door neighbor's baby
wakes up crying for his bottle, the lady down the hall is walking
past to take her dog with the noisy ID tags out, and my friends
upstairs are going at it again. I never knew a couple that had
sex so often until I lived under these two. They make sure that
everybody hears them, too.
Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine that I'm in
the room with them, but they don't see me. I watch as sitting on
the sofa, they look dreamily into each other's eyes, cooing and
smiling sweetly at one another and playfully brushing their hands
on their partner's body. It takes a while, but in I can tell the
instant that things were about to change. It's a certain
demeanor that comes over a body when it changes from playfulness
to one of longing and lust. I can see how the breathing becomes
deeper by the way one's chest rises and falls a little heavier
and the eyes of the other become more intense as he searches out
the exact place he wants to plant his first kiss. I see one
mouth go right for the neck as his partner throws back his head
in total surrender. He licks and kisses his way around the neck
and chest stopping to pay special attention to his partner's
nipples. He gently sucks and tugs at them with his teeth playing
with the nipple ring in the left one.
I can hear the sound of the metal piece clinking against his
teeth as he pulls it into his mouth. His hands make their way
down and spread his partner's legs apart to give him space to
kneel between them for the next event. As he repositions
himself, he gives one last long slow deep kiss on the mouth to
his friend and then bends forward and immediately takes his
partner's whole cock into his mouth right down to the bottom.
The moan that escapes the man on the couch was enough to make
even my loins tingle.
A loud noise outside breaks my thoughts and I'm
brought back to reality. It is getting late and I've got to
catch the bus today so I shower, dress and get out to the corner.
It's only a few minutes before the bus comes and
I get on and look for a seat. I find a row with no one in it and
sit next to the window. I do so enjoy just observing people and
watching their behaviors. A few blocks later a woman gets on and
sits next to me. She pulls out a magazine and flips thru the
pages looking for something to read. At some point I glanced
over at what she was looking at and an ad on the page near me
caught my eye. It was a black and white photo of a woman
standing in a leather corset and shorts with leather boots that
came up to her thighs. In front of her was a man on his knees in
leather shorts with his hands tied behind his back. He was
licking the tip of her boot. The only thing in color in the
picture was her lipstick. The caption said something about the
brand of lipstick and referred to it having `power'.
I close my eyes and picture myself in that same
outfit. I have never been daring enough to wear anything like
that. I imagine the smell of the leather and the feel of it snug
against my skin in all the right places. How the center of my
back would start to sweat a little with the heat of my body
wrapped within the tight fabric. Pulling up my long hair and
twisting it till it could be held in place with a single long
ivory dagger. I watch myself closely in the mirror as I ever so
slowly and carefully apply the red lipstick and feel how silkily
it glides across my lips. While doing that I can see past myself
into the face of the man behind me, on his knees with his hands
tied behind his back, wetting his lips and waiting for me to
permit him the honor of licking my boots. As I glance back at
the image of myself in the mirror, I am pleased. And the
devilish grin on my face is just a sign of things to come.
The sudden stop of the bus rips me from my mind.
There's been an accident and we're in a traffic mess. Luckily,
we're only a few blocks from work, so I finish the trek on foot.
The day progresses like any other with calls to
be made, accounts to take care of and reports to be run. My
printer has been giving me trouble lately and I'm meeting a
friend for lunch, so I'll save that aggravation till later. I
heard the repairman is in the building all day and I can find him
if I need him.
Lunchtime comes and I check out the window. I
can see the familiar car across the street already waiting for
me. As I exit the elevator, he sees me coming and gets out to
open my door with one hand while his cell phone is planted up
against his ear in the other one. When he gets in the driver
seat, he finishes up his call and promises me no more
interruptions till after lunch.
As we sit in the overcrowded eatery, we would
never know that there were more than just the two of us there.
We shut out the rest of the world and sit and talk about
everything under the sun. Waiting for the check, his cell phone
rings. Unfortunately, it's legal and he has to take the call.
He gets up from the table to take the call in private and knows
I'm annoyed by the huge sigh I let out. I close my eyes and
within a minute I feel the presence of someone behind me. The
slight hint of my favorite men's cologne hits my nose and goes
right to my brain. I feel a light touch on my bare arm that
makes me smile and turn around to see my friend back. He
apologizes for the interruption and sits back down. The waiter
drops by our table and leaves us the check. Since there's always
an issue of whose turn it is to pay for lunch, we both grab for
the check at the same time. A slight tussle ensues over the
piece of paper and in the process, he manages to come up with
the check and I wind up with a gash on my finger from his
fingernail. When he sees the injury he inflicted on me has drawn
a bit of blood, he takes my hand and puts the injured finger to
his lips. He looks me dead in the eye and opens his mouth and
licks the tiny spot of blood away with his tongue. The feel of
his warm breath on my hand and his hot tongue on my skin quickens
my pulse and I can't seem to break free from his stare. Every
hair on the back of my neck is standing on end and he can sense
my anxiousness. He puts my whole finger in his mouth and sucks
gently on it, wrapping his tongue around it playfully and pulling
it back out ever so slowly. "Let's get out of here", he says
almost in a whisper.
"Let's get out of here. You're going to be late
getting back to work." The words startle me and I open my eyes
when I hear them coming from behind me as my companion returns
from the lobby where he went to take his call. I smile to
myself and give a slight chuckle as he pulls out my chair and
offers his hand to help me up.
He drops me off back at work and I return to the
tasks of the day. In the middle of running a list of reports, my
computer printer starts giving me grief. Everyone in the office
harasses me over holding on to this old model, but I have my
reasons. I try everything I know to get it to clear and run, but
it was determined to throw a wrench into my afternoon. I call
down to the operator to have the repairman sent up to my office
as soon as he's available.
I was not happy that most of the rest of my day
was going to have to be spent manually recording and tallying
information that was needed for a meeting later on. My
aggravated state was calmed when, within 10 minutes of my placing
the call, the familiar face of the repairman was standing right
in front of me. I never shut my door, so it's easy for people
to sneak up on me especially if I'm really into my work. "When
I heard it was you that needed me, I dropped everything and came
up," he said with a smile. He immediately went to work on the
machine, but made sure any time he had to bend over for something
he checked out of the corner of his eye to see if I was watching.
I think he dropped a few tools on purpose also. I don't mind.
He knows I like the looks of his body. We've teased and joked
back and forth many times about getting together. He's not the
average computer repair geek--this man is hot.
I went about my work as best I could with him
there. He told me he had to go get a part out of his van and I
noticed that when he left he closed the door behind him. A few
minutes later he reappeared and shut the door again. I kept my
head down and tried to continue with my work. I closed my eyes
and thought of how it would feel to have his strong hands all
over me. By this time he was sitting on the floor working from
underneath the annoying machine and something he was working with
rolled across the floor over to my desk. He got on all fours and
crawled over to retrieve the item, but didn't stop there. Next
thing I knew, I felt his hand on my ankle, which made me jump.
He sssh'ed me and told me to keep still and be quiet.
He used his hands to massage his way up both of
my legs, along the silky fabric of the stockings. As he got to
the top, he pushed up my skirt and was pleasantly surprised to
find that I was wearing a garter belt and no panties. His thumbs
were working their magic on my thighs and once in a while he
would brush against the hair on my pussy just to tease it a
little. The teasing was making me so hot and wet that I couldn't
wait to be satisfied any longer. I put one foot up on the edge
of my desk and the other on the credenza behind me, looked him
dead in the eye and said, "I want you to fuck me with your tongue
and make me cum."
He looked up at me and smiled as he began to run
his tongue around my knee and up my inner thigh. He stopped just
as he got to my center and gave me on last long glance before I
closed my eyes and tipped my head back in my chair. With that,
he began slowly circling the swollen lips of my clit and sliding
his tongue past them deep into my dripping wet pussy. I always
liked when he would jokingly stick his tongue out at me because
ever since the first time I saw how long it was, this was the
only thing I could ever think of him doing with it. He began
plunging it in deeper and increased his speed. My hips began to
match his movements and I could feel the tingling coming on from
deep inside me. I think he sensed it too, because he pulled back
for a minute and just watched me wrenching my hips in my seat. I
was so close to cumming, so I reached down to rub myself and
immediately slid 2 fingers into my pussy. He smiled and watched
me fuck myself for a minute. When
he saw that I was just about to cum, he pulled my hand away. He
held it back and told me to be still. I wanted to cum right now
in the worst way. I couldn't stand it anymore. After I calmed a
bit, he slowly slid two of his fingers into my pussy and began to
fuck me in long deep strokes. He began to flick his hot tongue
on the tip of my clit and I felt the build-up beginning again.
When I began to moan uncontrollably, he pulled his fingers out
and started to pull and suck hard on my clit. I wasn't going to
be stopped now and I put my hand on the back of his head and
pushed him tight against me. Just as I was starting to cum, he
pushed 3 fingers up into my soaking wet pussy and began twisting
them around while he was sucking hardest on my clit. I arched my
back and the sensation made my whole body shake in the chair. The
convulsions slowed to a stop and my legs came to rest on his back
while he was still licking the last of the juices out of my
pussy.
He told me that my printer was fixed five minutes
after he got there. When he had gotten the call that I needed
him, he was determined that after watching and wanting me for the
past year or so, that today was going to be the day that he would
finally have me. I told him that I have had the same feeling,
too, but it seemed that one of us was left unsatisfied. He
assured me that he was very satisfied with what he got to do, but
if I were interested in continuing, he could find a reason to
come back later.
With that, he walked over to my printer, lifted
the cover, and pulled out a part. "Looks like I have to come
back later" he said. He smiled and winked at me, picked up his
bag of tools and walked out the door, leaving it open this time.
This time I didn't have to open my eyes back up.
It was real.
...to be continued in pt 2
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