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Posted in Crazy Wisdom on Sunday, October 20, 2002 at 3:37 pm by flerly.

We’re at Sidelines. The tension is.. high.. between us. The boys are starting to play foosball and we have both gone to the bathroom, and fate has us opening the bathroom doors at the same time and walking out right on top of each other. We look at each other and suddenly are overwhelmingly awkward as we realize how we are both standing perfectly for a kiss. We both look down, but neither moves at all. We are out of sight of the boys.. and suddenly we both look back up at each other and just kiss. Time stops until we pull away from each other and realize we could be seen. I can feel the heat rising from both our bodies, and I dont want to step away. I lean in to kiss him again; he lets me. This time there is an embrace.. I feel his warm hands on my back, my arms are around him.. Then i do step back, leaning into the women’s restroom door, and pulling him inside with me. Sidelines is full of men, and it’s the most private place we could be. Suddenly he realizes that it’s not just a kiss he wants and he picks me up, to wrap my legs around his waist — the sink counter is the perfect height to sit me on, and i’ve worn a skirt that pushes up nicely to let my body hug his. I feel his warmth and something else…. Still we haven’t spoken. The kisses are desperate, passionate, roaming down each others neck. He is breathing heavy and his breath is sweet. The desire for sex is obvious as we both explore each other with our hands — his under my skirt, feeling the warm wetness soaking the white lace of my panties, mine fumbling to untuck shirts and undo pants that are straining at the seams. This is not tender; this is not romantic; this is heat and desire and desperation of the kind that simply tugs panties aside and forces its way inside, without any real thought of getting undressed, and it is perfect. Anticipation has made the need so strong that penetration itself sets my body on fire… there is no time for thinking. There is only sensation, as I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him deep inside with each stroke, my own legs helping him impact me with such force that it doesn’t take long to feel my control give way. I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in gasps as the orgasm takes me with such strength that I know he can feel the squeezing, and he must, as he gasps with one final thrust, and then we are holding onto each other too tightly, as if afraid to let go. No one can move. His head rests on my shoulder, and we are locked in an embrace to keep each other still until our bodies have recovered. Finally we seperate. We are mostly dressed, cleanup is minor and handled quickly, and soon we stand before each other looking to the unknowing as if nothing has happened… Other than the flush, the heat, and the faint smell that lingers in the room. Hardly any time has passed, and we were probably not even missed. He is standing there, a million thoughts obviously crossing his mind of things he is weighing whether to say or not… a look probably very similar to my own, but I try to quiet the thoughts with another kiss, peek out the door, then give him the all clear to go back to the men’s room and freshen up. Then without a word, he is gone. I let the door close, and pause to splash water on my face and reflect whether the whole thing had been just another waking dream, but I can still smell him in the room, on my hands. I close my eyes and breathe deeply of that smell, then wash my hands in the sink, freshen my makeup in the mirror, then do a slow 360 in front of the mirror to make sure all items of clothing are in order. With a sigh I am resolved to join the others for lunch, and fate has us opening the bathroom doors at the same time and walking out right on top of each other… we look at each other and suddenly are overwhelmingly awkward as we realize how we are both standing perfectly for a kiss… again.

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