Don't ask, Don't tell; Chapter Five
That night as I laid in my cot I thought about him; at breakfast, at dinner during the squabble, and the whole lottery thing.
What with the long, intense day it was difficult to de-stress. With pen-light clenched I write the weekly letter to my fiance back home, but can only find enough pleasant filler for a half-page. I couldn't concentrate on what to say, should I be honest and tell him what's been happening with me? Is honesty really the best policy? I begin to write... And then erase. No, can't do this...
No matter how hard I tried to direct my attention, visions of how bounced through my memory... Shunning anything else that happened to drift in. Was this becoming an obsession? Was I cursed to forever admire him from afar? Would I some day just get up the fucking balls to tell him? Certainly not anytime soon.
To decompress this maddening fixation, I thought about what it would be like if he and I were picked by chance to spend 30 minutes in the cramped room by the big broiler. That'd be a memory maker for certain.
I fabricated vividly what it must be like to have him touch me, to feel his soft lips caressing my skin, and to match his gaze face to face, alone and unattended to. I reached down between my legs, running my fingertips across my slit.
I closed my eyes and imagined his tongue- hot; and his fingers spreading me open, preparing for oral stimulation beyond my wildest dreams. My pussy was already wet upon the arrival of my fingers, and it only became worse once I envisioned him slowly removing my panties and kissing what was exposed passionately.
I dipped a finger into my wet hole, and brought it to my mouth to taste it. It tasted sweet, like his come would taste as I swallowed it willingly from his hard cock. I reached down again, sinking my finger deeper.. And then two. He would feel so good inside of me, full and deep, filling up my pussy with his shaft, pumping it in and out... Hard, but gentle. Lifting me up to balance us against the wall as we stand, fucking madly. I add another finger, my pussy feels tight, but well lubricated. I moan a little..And I think this is what he would feel. This is what I want him to feel.. I begin to pump harder, deeper... I drive my fingers deep inside of me, as the other hand works diligently on my stiffened nipples. His hands dig deep, gripping my ass as he pounds at my cunt; working me like he owns me. He owns me...
I arch my back in ecstasy, as I envision the picture of his perfect dick hammering my dripping pussy.. I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come... And I can't surpress the moaning... I need it, I need to hear myself, I need to hear myself feel pleasure... This is what he'll hear; he'll feel...
All at once, I come.. A tingle shoots up my spine. I feel my fingers become saturated with my juices. I pump a little more, just to be sure I am satisfied... And I fall deep asleep.
What with the long, intense day it was difficult to de-stress. With pen-light clenched I write the weekly letter to my fiance back home, but can only find enough pleasant filler for a half-page. I couldn't concentrate on what to say, should I be honest and tell him what's been happening with me? Is honesty really the best policy? I begin to write... And then erase. No, can't do this...
No matter how hard I tried to direct my attention, visions of how bounced through my memory... Shunning anything else that happened to drift in. Was this becoming an obsession? Was I cursed to forever admire him from afar? Would I some day just get up the fucking balls to tell him? Certainly not anytime soon.
To decompress this maddening fixation, I thought about what it would be like if he and I were picked by chance to spend 30 minutes in the cramped room by the big broiler. That'd be a memory maker for certain.
I fabricated vividly what it must be like to have him touch me, to feel his soft lips caressing my skin, and to match his gaze face to face, alone and unattended to. I reached down between my legs, running my fingertips across my slit.
I closed my eyes and imagined his tongue- hot; and his fingers spreading me open, preparing for oral stimulation beyond my wildest dreams. My pussy was already wet upon the arrival of my fingers, and it only became worse once I envisioned him slowly removing my panties and kissing what was exposed passionately.
I dipped a finger into my wet hole, and brought it to my mouth to taste it. It tasted sweet, like his come would taste as I swallowed it willingly from his hard cock. I reached down again, sinking my finger deeper.. And then two. He would feel so good inside of me, full and deep, filling up my pussy with his shaft, pumping it in and out... Hard, but gentle. Lifting me up to balance us against the wall as we stand, fucking madly. I add another finger, my pussy feels tight, but well lubricated. I moan a little..And I think this is what he would feel. This is what I want him to feel.. I begin to pump harder, deeper... I drive my fingers deep inside of me, as the other hand works diligently on my stiffened nipples. His hands dig deep, gripping my ass as he pounds at my cunt; working me like he owns me. He owns me...
I arch my back in ecstasy, as I envision the picture of his perfect dick hammering my dripping pussy.. I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come... And I can't surpress the moaning... I need it, I need to hear myself, I need to hear myself feel pleasure... This is what he'll hear; he'll feel...
All at once, I come.. A tingle shoots up my spine. I feel my fingers become saturated with my juices. I pump a little more, just to be sure I am satisfied... And I fall deep asleep.
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