The Surprise

AN: so i had this dream. i can't believe i actually remember it , so i decided to write it down before i forgot it. it's going to be the first time I try using first person…I hope it works. so please R & R, my ego could use some uplifting right about now.

I can’t believe in half an hour I will be sitting in the same office as him. How do I act? Do I pretend nothing happened? How many times will I end up in the storage room so that I concentrate today? This is so weird.

I’m probably confusing you. So let me start at the beginning. This all began yesterday a few hours before work was done.

"What are you doing after work?"

"Same thing I do everyday: Go home, veg out in front of the TV and computer."

"ooohh....exciting."

"Indeed it is."

Pause.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, um, I kinda have something to show you."

"Details please," I replied, staring up at him.

"Nope, it's a surprise."

"No fair!"

"Yup."

"Alright fine. Where and when do I meet you."

"Um, how about at the corner of 13th and Race."

"OK, I guess I'll see you in a few hours then. This better be good. I'm missing 21 Jump Street for it," I said playfully.

"I hope you think it's better."

I look after him as he walks away, admiring the view. I can't help but wonder what sort of surprise he has in mind. And what was the occasion anyway? Weird. Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.

It was a short bike ride. The curiosity was almost too much to bear. But I stuck it out, chained up my bike and waited.

“Boo,” he said, smiling behind me. It turned to face him

“Right back at ya. So what’s the surprise?”

“I’m getting to that. Bit I have to blind fold you until we get there.” He took out a dark scarf and held it up, waiting for my permission. With one eyebrow raised questioningly, I slowly nodded my consent and turned around so he could put it on.

He was gentle, making sure not to include any hair in the knot. Then he took my hand and lead me across the street. I could tell he was nervous about something, which intrigued me even more.

I heard an elevator door close and then move. Where the hell am I? I wondered as we stepped off the elevator. I couldn’t even peek because he had made sure the blindfold was on right. Another click, and a door was opened. This smells like a…oh, no…did he really bring me to a hotel? He let go of my hand and stood in front of me.

“Put your stuff on the floor.”

I did.

I felt his hand brush through my hair. Softly in my ear, “I’m going to take off the blindfold now.” He was so close. There were only a few inches between us.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“No—I don’t know.”

His hands were moving down my arms.

“You don’t like the surprise?”

It was so hard to concentrate on words with him this close.

“I—I love it. I just can’t seem to function properly here. I don’t know what to do.”

“I do.”

He closed the gap between us and kissed me.

All inhibitions I might have had about this ever happening, were out the door. I responded with enthusiasm. My hands flew over his chest, feeling his hard body all over. His shirt felt in the way, and so I started undoing the buttons. He moaned softly in my mouth as I made contact with his skin. Myd wad was still reeling that this was even happening. He silently undid my shirt and skirt and pushed them to the floor. I can’t even describe how incredible it was to have his body against mine. I just wanted to feel him all over, know every inch of him. I finally got his pants done and he stepped out of them, picked me up and put me on the bed.

I had absolutely no problem letting him control the situation. It was kinda hot actually, the way he took charge. I didn’t even have to feel my underwear to know how wet I was already. It didn’t take much where he was concerned. G-d! how many times did get myself off dreaming of moments like this? And now here I was, with his hands on my ass, his mouth enveloping my breast. It feels so good. I cupped his firm ass and pushed him towards me, letting him know it was ok to put his weight on me.

I brought his mouth back to mine, wrapped my legs around him, and let him grind against me. I could feel how hard he was through his boxers. this is for me? I didn’t think I could turn anyone on that much.

One hand slipped in between us, lightly caressing my panties, exciting me even more. He ran a finger between my soaked and swollen lips towards my clit. Yes! Please touch me more, there. Right there. Harder. Faster. Oh. My. Lord. His fingers were working magic, bringing me to the edge pretty quickly. It felt like electric shocks were shooting up my back. By now he had completely removed my bra and underwear, along with his boxers. I grabbed a hold of his rock hard cock and began stroking, flipping him over so I could give him the same pleasure he gave me. I kissed my way down his happy trail, taking my time.

He was huge, the pre-cum already dripping down the sides. I licked it up slowly, letting my tongue play with his head a little more. I knew I was doing something right when I heard the deep moan escape from him as I wrapped my mouth around it. When I began a low deep hum, his hips bucked towards me, obviously liking what I was doing. I could feel him getting closer to the edge, but I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted him inside me when he climaxed.

He was thinking the same thing, apparently, because this is when he brought back up to his level and flipped me onto my back. There was no speaking. Just silent understanding. His penis found my opening and teased it for a moment, making sure I was ready to rve hve him. Then all at once he thrust into me. It was pure pleasure. I have never ever felt so amazing. He kissed me so fiercely and full of passion, I just melted.

He. Kept. Pounding. Into. Me. Over. And. Over. Again.

Until he broke the kiss and just stared at me. I wanted to see him reach his orgasm as much he wanted to watch me have mine. I met every thrust with need and desire. I came so hard, it was incredible. I felt him shudder against me as he came, our eyes locked on each other as we yelled in ecstasy. He collapsed on top of me, and stayed there. I didn’t want him to leave just yet.

This whole thing was too good to be true.

We fell asleep. When I woke up he was gone, a note left on the pillow that he got a phone call and had to go.

That was it. So where does that leave us? One night of amazing sex and that’s that? I am so confused.

At least now I have some real memories for the next time I get a little frustrated.