Never Cum Before I Get Home From Work (Part 2)
Editor’s note: This post by Staci is a work of fiction. Read Part 1 here.
I inched forward until I could smell that slight scent of bourbon that was always on his breath. I could feel him breathing on me, warm and gentle without any hesitation. His eyes wandered all over my body. “It’s alright, I won’t tell your mom,” he whispered with just enough of a smile to make me feel comfortable. Then he swayed his body toward me and I felt his right knee dock itself perfectly between my thighs.
The rough denim of his work jeans slightly rubbed against the soft fabric of my white cotton panties. I looked up into his cold blue eyes and he smiled again as his strong hands landed on my shoulders bolstering me in place. I started to breathe a little heavier but tried my best to hide it, when the tiniest moan escaped my lips as he tilted his knee back and forth to get me unexpectedly riding on it.
“You’re drinking my beer, too? Really?” he asked as he leaned closer and sniffed my breath with his hands gliding their way up and down my back. When his right hand reached down and cupped my ass I could feel my heart skip three beats. He paused while I regained my composure and then gave my ass the most loving squeeze. It’s hard to explain… but it wasn’t that kind of grab a frat boy tries at a bar – this was a real man, taking his time and showing me that he planned to be around for quite a while with me in the palm of his hand.
He must have noticed me starting to daydream, so he snapped me back into the moment with a tighter squeeze that sent ripples of joy up my spine. Gently he planted a soft kiss on my lips and before I had any hope of rejecting it, he asked, “What are you wearing under that shirt?” I meant to say “Hey don’t do that” but instead my mind got diverted into explaining I had just my panties on. Harris knew I was a people pleaser and he was using my own personality against me. Manipulating my every move, idea and reaction to reach his own goals instead.
Truthfully, when I was finally in the moment I had dreamed about so many times before, I had to keep reminding myself it was real. I moved back a little bit and held the bottom corners of my shirt, moving my body from side to side, revealing a little bit of my underwear and pressing my naked nipples up against the see through cloth. “Nothing else,” I reminded him with a shy grin now that I had proven my point.
Instead of smiling or taking advantage or complimenting me, Harris just looked down at his wristwatch and told me it was 5:15 AM. “Maybe another time sweetheart. I have to get ready for work and you should get back in bed before mom wakes up.” He was dismissing me? That never ever happens. A guy who could have gotten more off me just told me I was the one who would now have to wait? My mind was racing but I didn’t know if I should feel insulted or excited. Then my own panties answered my questions as my body began to flow and the soft damp cotton started sticking to my swollen labia.
“Yes sir,” I said pensively.
I ran inside through the back door as quietly as I could, and immediately went to my bedroom . . .
Coming next week: Part 3!
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