Don’t even care. Walking home, or more accurately walking to the bus that will take me home, I am thinking of you. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But I am. An you know what, I want to fuck you. Bad enough that I keep catching myself about to say it out loud. Scream it maybe. Into the night air. Astounding the passersby and the bus driver on this sparse and sleepy Saturday night. If I could? I would fuck you right now. Right here, where ever here happened to be. But not just “fuck” you. No. I want so much more than that. I’ve been so good.
Now, with the 3… 4? generous rye and gingers under my belt since a couple hours ago, my will power is not holding so strong. I am emboldened. Fuck me. I keep saying it inside. I am repeatedly on the verge of articulating it, almost to no one in particular. FUCK ME! Oh… I just… I want you.
I can feel the warmth of your body up close to mine. The smell of your sweat and mmmm… Running my hands over you. One around onto the small of your back and the other up the back of your neck into your hair. Drawing your face into mine, onto my wet waiting lips. I want to brush them up against yours, caressing and dragging and pursing and flicking my tongue up against you slightly. Drawing that bottom lip into my mouth a bit, and grazing it with my teeth. My fingers in your hair stroking and grabbing and rubbing and pulling.
And I would take your clothes off. But not yet. Not all at once. I am hot and sticky for you, and for me, and I want every bit of you. Every goddamn bit. Running my hands up under your shirt, exploring you, and then bringing them up over your head and the shirt with them. Our bodies close, heat radiating, and the smell of you. (And of me, because I know you would smell me as I almost can even now.)
My mouth on yours, my body against yours. Kisses trailing over your jaw to your neck, sucking on your earlobe and my fingers finding waistband. Thumb, sliding, sneaking in and under, between fabric and skin. Slowly I slide along the waistband of your underwear, inching them lower along with your pants. I’m unbuttoning those now too, as best I can. Fumbling a little with the one hand, the button sticking halfway through the hole.
Crouched down, fly at eye level, I figure it out. I wiggle the pants and underwear down as one unit, snug on your frame, revealing more of the tops of your hips, and your body hair. Oh god. Fuck. I am impatient now, tugging on your pants until they make it to mid-thigh, and your cock is in my hand. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, just below the ridge of your head, and give you a little lick. I run my tongue around your head and put my lips on you. Cock in my mouth and in my hand. I’m making happy noises to myself. I don’t know if you can hear them, but I think you can feel them.
Goddamn I want to suck your cock. I do. So much. I love it. So much. I…
Licking and sucking you, my hand wrapped firmly around and squeezing you in a gentle, insistent ripple. Pulsing. The other hand steadying myself as I squat somewhat precariously at your feet. You have your hand in my hair now. Not directing or guiding or pushing me onto you, but urging, coaxing, supporting, following.
I am so wet now. You know how I get with your cock in my mouth. Panties slick and shiny, beyond damp. I’m tempted to push them aside. I keep your dick in my mouth as I reach down, bring my knees together for a moment to slip the wet cloth over them so that it sits loose, looped around my ankles. And I let myself drip onto the ground. Running down my inner thighs, and the cleft of my ass cheeks, as I crouch, sucking your cock. My cunt is getting swollen, my spread knees encourage my labia to part ever so slightly.
I can hear your breathing getting heavy. I can feel you trembling a bit and leaning into me. I’m torn between a desire to kiss you, and to fuck you, and a deep need to have your cock in my mouth as much as I possibly can.
I draw my mouth off you, slowly, lingering with my lips and tongue. Rising up slowly from my squat, my one hand stays on your hard cock while my other hand helps me climb up your body. Panties on the ground around my feet, skirt bunched up at my waist from crouching, I don’t try to smooth things back into place. No. And I’m kissing you again. Letting your cock nestle in the confined space between my pussy and where my inner thighs meet. Thrusting up against you as we make out. One hand drifting to your back to urge you ever closer. I feel your hands move around me. Drawing me into you. Pressing our bodies together with a hand on my ass and one between my shoulder blades.
I’m sucking gently on your tongue now as you bury your cock in between my legs. writhing in each others arms. I’m trying to find a way to get your cock inside me, right here, right now, where ever it is that we are, without having to move from you. I tilt my hips a bit, and shift my weight from foot to foot, trying to catch the tip of your dick in between my labia as you move up against me. Then I have you, for just a moment, and I am determined to fuck you where we stand.
You sense my movements and bend your knees a bit, and I rise up on my toes, tilt my hips and oh, there, you are sliding into me. Barely, but you are, and that is enough. I want to lie back and let you fuck me hard, with my ankles at your neck. Or to push you backwards onto a bed, climbing swiftly on top of you and riding you rough and sweet. Looking down into your eyes and pinning you onto the bed with a hand on your chest and one at your throat. But for now I will have you here, standing up, my skirt at my waist, your pants at your knees, my panties and your shirt lying forgotten on the ground.
The friction of our bodies has worked us up to a fever pitch. It’s not long now, for either of us. We lean into each other, my arms wrapped up under yours and gripping your shoulders. Your hand on the back of my neck and the other cupping and lifting my ass. You start to come and we almost lose our balance. You were muttering close to my ear, but now you are groaning and shouting and swearing. Your body is spasming and I take on more of our weight, our balance. But I keep thrusting against you, my clit rubbing up against your body all along. And I am almost there. I know maybe you need me to stop. That it’s too much, that you’re not sure that you can keep standing. But I need me to continue. And I do. Until I too am yelping and swearing and struggling to keep my knees from giving way.
If I could fuck you now, anywhere, I would. And I would be unashamed, and unapologetic, and I would ooze raw sexuality. Tonight’s the kind of night where I am one unregulated thought away from reaching into my underwear on the busride home. From saying Fuck Me aloud, because I am screaming it inside. From licking my lips and writhing in my seat to the music on my headphones.
Tonight I would fuck you wherever I could. I would stop only when I wanted to or when you made me. And when it was over I would help you rebutton your pants, and get your shirt back over your head. I would smooth down my skirt and step out of my underwear. Semen running down my legs from my engorged cunt. Panties lying soiled and discarded on the ground.