Story 40 #2
He would start to undo his shirt and then she would have her hands all over his body.
His hands would move up over the bathrobe, feeling her body through the thick material.
He would slip one hand inside it, searching for one of her breasts as he kissed her.
She thought about him squeezing her breast playfully, and then his other hand would be undoing the bathrobe, tugging at the knot.
He'd get it undone and then he'd shrug his shirt off, undo his pants, and push them down, and then his body would be pushing at her naked body, still glistening with the water from the bath.
She thought about his cock pushing at his boxer shorts, thought about pushing them down and pulling at his cock.
She thought about him bending down to suck on her breasts, how wonderful it would feel to have his lips on her sensitive little nipples, making them stiffen.
She thought about his fingers between her legs, toying with her. She thought about how he would do it in such a way, with such reverence, that she would feel truly desired - and it would be a wonderful sensation.
Then, she would shrug her bathrobe the rest of the way off.
She would sit down on the bed, completely naked. She would look up at him, and he would stroke her face.
She would push his boxer shorts the rest of the way down and now both of them would be naked.
She would kiss his cock tenderly before taking it in her mouth, sucking on it. He would breathe heavily and reach down to stroke her head.
Then, he would grab hold of her and turn her over onto her hands and knees. She would look back at him, excited to feel that hardness inside her.
But, first of all, he would be on his knees behind her on the floor by the bed.
He would push her legs apart and then he would be licking at her.
She imagined him showing her something that she had never imagined he could do before, pleasuring her with an expert touch, the tip of his tongue working away at her pussy.
Then, he would get to his feet behind her.
He would wrap one arm around beneath her, grabbing onto her stomach and pulling her to him as he pushed his cock into her.
He would hold her there, tight against him, as he started to fuck her.
He would build up his pace quickly, pounding away at her, fucking her hard as she cried out.
As she lay in the bath thinking about this, her fingers slipped beneath the water and began toying with her pussy. She moaned, her eyes closed, smiling to herself.
She imagined his hard cock pounding away at her tight pussy, showing her just how much he wanted her, how good things could really be. She imagined a world of pleasure that she hadn’t experienced before - a world of pleasure that she felt as though she deserved, needed.
However, reality came back to her then, just as she imagined the powerful orgasms rocking her body.
She took her fingers away from her pussy and scowled. She told herself that something had to change - she just wasn’t sure what it would be.
Shortly after, when she had been at dinner with him and he had answered her questions about what he had been doing with a detailed analysis of the problem with the parking situation in the area, she had told him that it was over.
She had felt guilty, but she had also felt very relieved.
The problem that she had now was what to do next.
She felt lost, cast adrift. Despite what Hayley had said to her she knew that she wasn’t the kind of girl who could just go out to a bar and hook up with some random guy.
There was a part of her that wanted this, wanted to know what it would feel like.
But there was another part of her that knew that she would never do it, that it simply wasn’t her.
She wanted something but she didn’t seem to know how she was supposed to get it. She felt stuck.
And now, here she was in a bar that she didn’t want to be in, wondering just what her next move should be. Should she just follow Hayley’s lead?
She looked out on the dance floor. Hayley had promised her that she wouldn't just leave her alone and yet that seemed to be just what she had done.
She had hoped that this bar would, at least, be more of a bar and less of a club.
However, as soon as she had walked in and seen the dance floor she had felt a growing certainty about just how this was all going to go.
Sure enough, she had seen Hayley's eyes going increasingly to the dance floor and had seen her growing agitation - her feet twitching, humming to herself, and looking distracted.
And then, the inevitable had happened. She had grabbed hold of Emma's hand and tried to drag her out there.
“No, no,” Emma had protested, refusing to be led, “I’ll just sit here.”
“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! Just like the good old days!”
Emma wondered just what these “good old days” were that Hayley was referring to. She felt as though they both had very different recollections of the time before she had met David.
“No, seriously. You go and have some fun. I’m happy enough just sitting here, watching the world go by.”
Hayley had pouted at her then.
“Ah, you’re no fun.”
And now, as she looked out at the dance floor and caught sight of her friend for just the briefest of moments before she seemed to disappear among the throng of people, those words of Hayley’s echoed in her ears. Was it true? Was she really no fun?
She sighed to herself. She thought that she was having lots of fun. This just really wasn't her kind of place. How was she supposed to have fun somewhere that made her feel so uncomfortable?
She wanted to try and have fun here but it just wasn’t happening.
Sighing, frustrated, she decided that it was time to call it a night.
She would tell Hayley that she was leaving and not let herself be persuaded to change her mind.
She was sure that it was what she wanted.
Hayley didn’t seem to be showing any signs of leaving the dance floor, so she decided that it was going to be down to her to go and tell Hayley the news.
She got to her feet and began to head out to the dance floor.
She pulled at her dress, cursing it slightly.
It felt so tight on her body that she felt incredibly self-conscious.
Hayley had told her that she would look good in it, and when she had looked at herself in the mirror she had thought to herself that she did, in fact, look good.
However, it didn't stop her feeling self-conscious every time she felt the material clinging to her.
She looked down at her breasts, trying to escape from it.
The dress was strapless, and she felt as though her breasts might push out the top of it at any time.
She tugged it up slightly. Then, she tugged the bottom down.
The dress was so short that she felt as though her ass would be on display if she didn't constantly try to keep pulling it down.
She made her way out onto the dance floor. She wasn't sure what he had expected - if she had thought that the crowds would part for her and let her get through to her friend with no problems - but it was proving to be much more difficult to find Hayley.
She felt the bodies crowding in around her, writhing in the midst of their dancing.
She looked around at the faces. There was no sign of Hayley, just anonymous faces all around.
Some of the men looked her up and down, and she noticed their eyes lingering on her breasts.
Whenever they tried to move in closer, she quickly moved away.
She felt hands touch her, bodies against her.
There was something about these touches that made her feel strange - short of breath and hot in the face.
She hadn't realized it, but she had managed to get all the way across the dance floor to the other side.
She burst out of the crowded space, feeling that she needed a quick breath of fresh air - or, as fresh as it was in the bar - before she plunged back in to continue her search.
However, even here there were a few people dancing slightly, swaying to the music as though they weren't quite ready to plunge into the insanity of the dance floor.
As she looked around, she saw a man coming over to her. She was about to move away, wanting to make it clear to him that she didn’t want whatever it was he was offering.
However, just as she was turning away, she got a better look at him.
He didn't look like the others. His clothes - a shirt and pants - looked expensive.
The shirt fit him well, clinging to his powerful, muscular physique.
He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and huge upper arms.
He was tall, and when she looked up to his face she saw just how handsome he was.
He had a strong jawline, dark eyes, dark skin, and slightly unruly black hair.
He smiled at her, and there didn't seem to be anything predatory in that smile.
“Hi,” he said when he got closer to her. She smelled his cologne. It smelled rich and intoxicating.
“Hi,” she said.
“Bit crazy out there, hey?” he nodded toward the dance floor.
“Sure is. I was looking for a friend of mine but I needed a breath of fresh air.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“A male friend?”
She couldn’t help but smile at how forward he was.
“No,” she replied, “not a male friend.”
“Excellent. May I have this dance then?”
He asked in such a formal way that it seemed somehow quaint in this place. She smiled at him, and that was enough for him. He came in closer and started to dance slightly. Despite herself, she found herself dancing with him.
He moved in closer and one of his arms went around her waist. He pulled her slightly closer and she felt as though she was in a cloud of that intoxicating cologne. He looked down at her. He felt so strong - there was just something about this man, something irresistible.
“My name is Adam, by the way,” he said, moving his mouth to her ear, his breath warm on her ear.
She turned her face to his. His face was still right there, and now, by accident, her face was so close to his that they could have kissed. She thought that she should pull back - and yet she didn’t.
“Emma,” she said. Their faces were still so close. She felt her heart racing. His hand around her settled on the small of her back.