Contributor: LA Sykes
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The day of the big opening. Display stalls quickly being filled by organisations wanting to be seen the most. Networking and getting their services out there. Being early my work was already done so I spied the chance to grab a smoke before the tape cutting started.
Exiting through the fire escape the summer sun bathed my face in warmth. Cool breeze lightly flickered the flame from the match as I inhaled deeply. It was then I saw her. Sweet strawberry blonde hair bobbed as she walked. My eyes took in her body. Fair skinned shoulders lowered to full curved hips and buttocks covered only lightly by a yellow summer dress. Knee length. No panty line. My blood rushed down and I felt myself swell pushing against denim.
She caught my presence in her peripheral vision. Turned and met my gaze. I caught her eyes and gave a small smile that she returned. Let her follow my sight to her pert rear swaying as she walked. She flushed and continued to her car with a confident stride. I couldn’t watch her go. Ground out the smoke with my heel and returned to the big hall.
Official announcements now over. I roam the place selling raffle tickets to disinterested staff. Wearily approach the local college stall and recite my lines as I stroll. A coin hits the table with a dink thrown by a pale hand. I follow it as my pulse quickens once again rousing me. Her.
Shows pearl white teeth as sweet lips part in that same smile. Sat behind the desk she eyes the swelling bulge in my jeans at eye level forcing me to follow her vision. I notice her nipples harden beneath her flimsy cotton and spy the flush return. Tear off the strip. Write my number instead of the office line. My fingers linger as I place the paper in her palm. Catch the dull gold on ring finger and feel my heart fade.
Move on completing the rounds. No interest. Ready to call it a day and go.
Phone vibrates in my pocket jolting me out of stupor. Unknown number with the two word scroll of fire escape.
Look around dizzily seeing nothing in the buzz of human traffic. Head to the doors finding her midway down the stairs leaning against the rail.
Descend to meet her on the step. Ether between us fires together pulsing electric. Feel her breath and cool lips and hot wet tongue on my neck sucking and licking as her arms pull me close. Lean in without resistance as my fingers run up her smooth thighs under the dress and grip her cheeks roughly spreading them. She moans quietly and brushes my bulging cock quickly fumbling with my belt and buttons. Pulls out my throbbing erection and grips the veined shaft. Wedding ring nipped at the skin as her hand massaged hard. I exhale with raw pleasure as she drops to her knees engulfing head first then deeper as I run my fingers through her fine strawberry blonde hair. She stands abruptly bending over and hitching the hem of her dress backing onto my erect prick and groaning as she grinds slowly down the length. Pull out and crouch licking her sweet wet pussy from behind flicking her hard clit and working up entering her moist pussy with my tongue deeply. Mouth moistens with her excitement as I taste with rabid hunger salivating wildly. The burning fire of lust fires me upright as I stretch her entering with my hands gripping her hips. Fuck hard with each thrust harder than the one before as we climax together.
Her tight lips milk every hot drop as I empty hard. Her juices drench my tight balls as we catch shallow breaths as one.
We dress and she faces me with shifting expressions I struggle to identify.
Want. Hunger. Regret.
Our fingers painfully ease apart as her eyes whisper something close to if only.
Breaks gaze with salt tears that drive shards of loss into my veins.
Then she was gone as swift as she appeared leaving me only her scent I still recall as clear as a December night sky.
Never saw her again.
Never even heard her voice.
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LA Sykes is a psychotherapist and published sports writer from Manchester England. Bringing a new voice in musings and satire from the inside.
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The day of the big opening. Display stalls quickly being filled by organisations wanting to be seen the most. Networking and getting their services out there. Being early my work was already done so I spied the chance to grab a smoke before the tape cutting started.
Exiting through the fire escape the summer sun bathed my face in warmth. Cool breeze lightly flickered the flame from the match as I inhaled deeply. It was then I saw her. Sweet strawberry blonde hair bobbed as she walked. My eyes took in her body. Fair skinned shoulders lowered to full curved hips and buttocks covered only lightly by a yellow summer dress. Knee length. No panty line. My blood rushed down and I felt myself swell pushing against denim.
She caught my presence in her peripheral vision. Turned and met my gaze. I caught her eyes and gave a small smile that she returned. Let her follow my sight to her pert rear swaying as she walked. She flushed and continued to her car with a confident stride. I couldn’t watch her go. Ground out the smoke with my heel and returned to the big hall.
Official announcements now over. I roam the place selling raffle tickets to disinterested staff. Wearily approach the local college stall and recite my lines as I stroll. A coin hits the table with a dink thrown by a pale hand. I follow it as my pulse quickens once again rousing me. Her.
Shows pearl white teeth as sweet lips part in that same smile. Sat behind the desk she eyes the swelling bulge in my jeans at eye level forcing me to follow her vision. I notice her nipples harden beneath her flimsy cotton and spy the flush return. Tear off the strip. Write my number instead of the office line. My fingers linger as I place the paper in her palm. Catch the dull gold on ring finger and feel my heart fade.
Move on completing the rounds. No interest. Ready to call it a day and go.
Phone vibrates in my pocket jolting me out of stupor. Unknown number with the two word scroll of fire escape.
Look around dizzily seeing nothing in the buzz of human traffic. Head to the doors finding her midway down the stairs leaning against the rail.
Descend to meet her on the step. Ether between us fires together pulsing electric. Feel her breath and cool lips and hot wet tongue on my neck sucking and licking as her arms pull me close. Lean in without resistance as my fingers run up her smooth thighs under the dress and grip her cheeks roughly spreading them. She moans quietly and brushes my bulging cock quickly fumbling with my belt and buttons. Pulls out my throbbing erection and grips the veined shaft. Wedding ring nipped at the skin as her hand massaged hard. I exhale with raw pleasure as she drops to her knees engulfing head first then deeper as I run my fingers through her fine strawberry blonde hair. She stands abruptly bending over and hitching the hem of her dress backing onto my erect prick and groaning as she grinds slowly down the length. Pull out and crouch licking her sweet wet pussy from behind flicking her hard clit and working up entering her moist pussy with my tongue deeply. Mouth moistens with her excitement as I taste with rabid hunger salivating wildly. The burning fire of lust fires me upright as I stretch her entering with my hands gripping her hips. Fuck hard with each thrust harder than the one before as we climax together.
Her tight lips milk every hot drop as I empty hard. Her juices drench my tight balls as we catch shallow breaths as one.
We dress and she faces me with shifting expressions I struggle to identify.
Want. Hunger. Regret.
Our fingers painfully ease apart as her eyes whisper something close to if only.
Breaks gaze with salt tears that drive shards of loss into my veins.
Then she was gone as swift as she appeared leaving me only her scent I still recall as clear as a December night sky.
Never saw her again.
Never even heard her voice.
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LA Sykes is a psychotherapist and published sports writer from Manchester England. Bringing a new voice in musings and satire from the inside.
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