Wishful thinking

AN: i had to put this up, so i know i wrote at least one fantasy about this without holding back. read and review, please. my ego could use a little boosting.


She unlocked the storage room door and wheeled her bike inside. Still listening to her music through headphones, she didn’t hear him calling her name down the hall. She took her keys out of the lock and closed the door behind her. It was the only place she was truly alone, no one watching every move she made. They all thought she was so confident in her life, but they were wrong. Being under their scrutiny all the time, it made it hard for her to be herself. If they knew how insecure rea really was, they wouldn’t respect her as much.

She took her book bag off and placed it on top of the boxes, rummaged around for her brush and started fixing her hair. Riding down Broad Street doesn’t leave you looking all shiny and new. She didn’t notice that he had entered the room, closed and locked the door behind him. He was watching her, and he liked what he saw. This is who she was ir nar natural state. No act, no hiding, just her being who she was. He kept watching as she finished redoing her braids and put her stuff away. He expected her to see him by now, but her eyes were closed and she was involved in her music.

Her hips started to sway as a new song came on. She felt free, unencumbered, and it was great. She missed dancing. No one wanted to go dancing anymore. They just sat around drinking, trying to be cool. She loved feeling the beat, moving to it, with and letting loose.

It was very sensual dance, her body moved smoothly. The outfit she was wearing didn’t heitheither. A slinky black tank-top, red and black plaid kilt/skirt, black stockings and black chuck tailors. Suddenly he glimpsed a red garter strap holding up her thigh highs as her skirt swayed. His pants felt a little tighter.

She still hadn’t seen him. Facing the windows, she resumed the slow dance, hips rocking side to side, side to side, side to side. Without thinking, just reacting, he slowly walked up behind her, placed a hand on her waist and started moving with her, pressing up against her. It felt good, too good. He knew he was crossing the line, they had talked about this, but he didn’t care.

She felt his presence behind her a mere second before his hand made contact with her body. He started grinding with her, and all she could do is wrap his arm around her more. This was crossing way over the line. They had discussed this, she thought he didn’t find her attractive, but she could feel differently now as he danced against her.

He was startled when she turned around to face him, pulling the headphones off, placing them beside her, still right up against him.
She peered into his eyes, thinking this couldn’t be possible. She had been dreaming about him fonthonths. They were erotic dreams, full of passion and desire, and she never expected it would happen. She even wrote them down, to see if it would help her get over him. He was forbidden, already taken, unmistakably unavailable. And he had read those stories. At first he didn’t know he was the male the character, and then, to her embarrassment, he understood he was the inspiration for those stories.

She told him it was done with, and it was, to an extent. She didn’t think she would ever get over the physical attraction. And this, right now, wasn’t helping at all. Their eyes were still locked. Both his hands rested on her hips, hers drifted up to his shoulders, as he leaned in and softly brushed his lips with hers.

They both felt sparks as the kiss deepened. She still felt like she must be dreaming. Her hands moved up to his head, running her fingers through his soft hair. His lips left hers and traveled down her jaw line to the neck, all the while backing her up to the corner, where they couldn’t be seen if someone happened to walk in. Her hands trailed the muscled lines of his arms and chest, down to his stomach. She inched her way under his shirt to feel his skin, running her hands over the hair on his chest.
It was so much different then her fantasies so unhurried and gentle. She was losing herself in his kisses, his touches; it was too late to stop now.

He took his cue from her, gently lifting her shirt to gain access to what was underneath. Her skin was soft and smooth, to to the tough. He made his way up to her bra strap, unhooking it quickly and moved towards her breasts. She moaned softly in his mouth as his thumbs passed over her erect nipples.

She kissed his neck as her hands found his belt. He was a bit shocked at her boldness, even though he knew he shouldn’t be. He knew her better than that. She carefully pulled down the zipper and slid her hand in, taking hold of his hardness and began stroking slowly. He groaned, both their breathing getting heavier.

His right hand traveled down to the edge of her skirt, grazing her inner thigh. She shivered at the touch, but spread her legs slightly in invitation. She was already wet with anticipation, her panties damp to his touch. Again he didn’t want to rush anything, so he went slowly, first running his fingers through her curls, then lighting floating between lips, just barely touching her clitoris. He could feel her tense up. He kissed her fully again to relax her and inserted two fingers, lightly teasing her button at the same time.

She was still stoking him, but a little faster now, she couldn’t’ believe how aroused she was. The whole situation made her incredibly hot. It wouldn’t be long, she knew, and with her other hand she pushed his pants and boxers down a little further.

He got the hint, satisfied that she was ready for him. He picked her up easily and placed her on the desk next to them, and pulled her panties off.

They locked eyes again, silently asking the other one if they were sure. The list in his eyes surprised her again. She had been so sure that he didn’t look at her like that, but he was proving her wrong this very moment.

He put himself in between her legs and very gently entered her. She gasped at the feeling of having him inside her. She let out a low groan and pulled his face towards hers. If at all possible, it was an even more passionate kiss than before. She wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer. Slowly he went in and out, making it last as long as possible. She clenched her muscles around him to create more friction. Gradually the pace quickened. Her legs were shaking with the impending orgasm. He didn’t want to finish before her, but his own orgasm was on its way as well.

He broke away from the kiss and looked at her, running his hands through her now undone hair. He wanted to see it when she came. She opened her eyes and stared right back. He started pumping harder, harder, until they both climaxed, biting their lips so they wouldn’t scream.

He stopped, still inside her, soaking in what just happened. They stayed like that for quite a while, holding onto each other, calming down.

Neither one wanted to think about what would happen now. Silently they moved apart and got dressed She fixer her hair again, packed all her stuff up, and unlocked the door. She stepped out first, to check if the hallway was clear, and then walked to the office. He followed a few minutes later.

“I can’t believe that happened,” the only thought now on their minds.