Do you know what it's like to have to constantly portray the picture of purity? Don't get me wrong. I stand behind my beliefs but just once I'd like for some woman to see me as the bad boy. The guy that tears your heart in two the minute he glances your way. You all know the one I'm talking about but nobody ever sees me that way and they never will because I'm the good one. The boy next door; the one to take home to Mother. The reason I'll never be seen that way is for the mere factor of the opposition against me. There's the cute one, the mysterious one, the all around guy and the bad ass. Yes I said ass. Big surprise! Anyway, it was just another night out as usual. I watched as she leaned over the pool table; her cleavage barely hidden by all the gorgeous chesnut curls. Perhaps I paid a little too much attention to detail? You're exactly right. I'd memorized every inch of this woman.
She looked up at me with those big blues eyes as though she knew what was going on in my mind. Maybe she does. I tried looking away but she wouldn't let me. She took aim at a ball centered in the direction of my, well you get the picture. Sure she thought I was cute and charming just like every other woman in the world but sexy? A woman like that just doesnt' go for a guy like me but wait. What's she doing? She was headed my direction."Brian,"she trapped me against the pool table with her soft, sumptuous curves."I think we need to stop fighting the obvious."
"What might that be darlin?"I nervously responded to her advance.
"This attraction we're fighting. It's way too obvious. I know you want me,"her slender finger traced against my jaw."And I know I want you,"she said and passionately pressed her lips against mine. I could feel her body pressed firmly against mine as I reached around her body to explore. We hungrily found the taste of one another as I greedily drew her skin tight dress up over her soft curvy flesh. Exquisite it was as I dug into it. I took some initiative and turned her against the table. I lifted her onto the table's edge. I surveyed the room to see if anybody was watching. Funny thing is, we were alone now. Just the two of us. That's weird but she was here and she was all mine. I unlaced the spaghetti straps adorning each shoulder followed with a soft trail of kisses against each shoulder. I greedily pressed onward to the valley of her bosom as she relieved herself of the material masking the generous curvatures spilling out of their containment. I couldn't help myself. I molded the roundness of one as I suckled the opposing flesh into submission. I played with each and every glorious inch of the fleshy mounds she had to offer. It was literally a dream come true. I pulled the navy blue sweatshirt I'd been wearing over my head as she eased onto the center of the table and slid out of the dress. Now mind you I'm not shy about my build but it's not exactly the kind women dream of getting their hands on. Firm yes, but far from built like a rock.
As I joined her on the table, the only item remaining on her body was a pair of fire engine red heels and now, me. I found my way between the luxurious stems of beauty with a feather light touch and a soft tongue. I found my way to the very tenderness of her soul. I outlined the length of her offering before I delved further into the dampness already playing there. No words had been spoken since the initial few that were said until now. Her body was begging for my next move and she glared at me when I briefly paused to interrupt the tender tongue twist I'd been torturing her with to the intervention of my rhythmic fingers. Damn! Did she ever love the intermittent division of the two for she begged me to make her cum. I gave into her request and let her taste the sweet flavor I created of her body.
I then fell prey to her aggressiveness as I found myself pinned against the table. She took her time in pleasuring me as well. I never knew how sensitive my nipples were until she got a hold of them. Then there was the steady flow of feather light kisses across my abdomen before that line she traced along the waistline of my khaki pants. She too took her time in that region of the body as well. I could feel her languidly dragging my pants downward. However, what came next was quite a shock. She contained my wrists over my head with my belt. She slithered back down and wrapped those luscious heart shaped lips around me. I wanted so badly to wrap my fingers in those curls and force her straight onto it but she was doing just fine by herself. I gripped the table as I could feel my dick against the back of her throat. I grasped the end of the table with my restrained grip as she forced me into submission.
When she came up to release me she had a smile on her face even the devil himself would have been afraid of. She eased onto me and rapidly ground herself into a frenzy. She leaned over offering me yet another opportunity to suckle upon her molten mound of flesh. As she did, I found my way in to take control of her body. I gripped her hips as I thrust up underneath her. It was sensational to watch the contortions portrayed on her face as I gave her pleasure. I still couldn't believe this was happening. She moved off of me and turned her back toward me. I knew what she wanted. I moved in behind her and forced her legs together. Her ass presented a lovely picture as I penetrated her feminity. I saw her grasp for this, that and the other as I got whipped into a frenzy like I'd never known. Before I could see it through though,"Nat baby are you about ready to go?"I heard the voice come from the opposite end of the table.
"Give me just a sec could you Nick?"
"Whatever you need."
Natalie moved toward me exactly as she had in my little fantasy."Night Bri. We'll continue this another time,"she whispered in my ear. Had I been that obvious? I guess so but what did I have to complain about? She had noticed me. Not as the boy next door but as something more. She had racked up her own little fantasy and had me in her corner pocket.