Word up, this is a fantasy post, meaning it will contain sexually explicit material.  Mum, civilised friends and family you can skip this post ;-)

PRELUDE…

Some music to set the scene…  So this track is a newly discovered favourite.  Boys Noize’s remix of Feist’s “My Moon My Man”.  Give it some time.  It’s vastly different from the original.  When I heard the first 30 seconds I was prepared to turn it off.  Music is funny like that.  You can hear a track and judge it so early on without giving it a chance.  I love how you can listen and say, “nope that’s definitely not for me” then, almost as the words escape your lips, you hear where it’s going and suddenly you are a convert. I converted at 1:37.  How long does it take you…?

“My Moon My Man“

Take it slow
Take it easy on me
And shed some light
Shed some light on me please
Take it slow
And shed some light
Shed some light on me please

-Feist

Now where were we…

My clit, aware of where his every finger tip, rest on my body, screamed with anticipation of what may never be.

And that’s when it happened…

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

I could feel a droplet of water cascading down the inside of my leg.  The same one his hand was resting on.  At that moment he became aware his hand was still on my ankle.  He withdrew slightly but the droplet moved too quickly and he saw it traveling down.

He took his index finger and pressed the droplet gently against my skin, following the droplet’s path, very slowly and lightly upwards.  I could trace in my mind the exact trail his finger was going to take.

When he had reached inside my thigh, just above my knee, I moved my hand from his shoulder.  With my movement, he looked up at me mouth open, seemingly a little astonished at his own action.

I looked at him tenderly, to condone his eyes initially shocked, now searching for forgiveness.  I took my hand and reached out to the side of his face.  The tips of my fingers moving slowly, never leaving his slippery moist skin.  Running over his cheek, behind his ear and through his wet hair.  The palm of my hand resting on his neck to feel his accelerated pulse.

He closed his eyes briefly as he lent into my hand.  With his other hand he gently but firmly squeezed my waist and rubbed his thumb over my hip bone reassuringly.

The sensation of having a man’s hands, where they hadn’t been for so long was incredible.  Like veins that lit up and bleed from the point of touch… spreading out… filling up my loins.  I knew if I had a cock I would have had an erection.  Probably a mind blowing one.

His eyes open, I could see he wanted me at all cost.  His hands restrained with gentleness but firmly knowing what they want.  Telling me what they want.

He looks down and lightly brushes all his fingers the length of my inside leg.  Dropping his hand all together and says, “I am going to get you down now.”  He says it in an unrefutable tone, tinged with emotion.  I couldn’t speak.  My body was drowning itself out in conversation.

“Ok, here we go!”

With both hands upon his muscular shoulders, he picks me clean up by the waist.  He holds me suspended for a moment cheekily smiling.  Enjoying seeing me at his pleasure.  He could see my equal amusement and he draws me closer to him lowering me slowly.

We travel like two closely held parallel lines as he takes my form in.  A good thing too as my stiff nipples felt like they might shatter given any kind of impact.

I marvel as he seems to strain little to do this and his wet Tshirt does nothing to hide each muscle contour of his body.  I pass by his sexy and attentive brown eyes, straight nose… wanting to know what his mouth was going to be like to kiss?  How his tongue would be with mine?

And then my eyes reach their weakness, at his throat.  The Courier sees my eyes flicker with a jolt of ecstasy, one I knew could be felt.  I turn and lean my head forward so that I catch the softness of his hair and still moist chest on my cheek.

He draws me toward him, so that my body can feel his in it’s entirety, delivering me to my feet.  I can feel his swollen erection by my stomach through his shorts.  He holds my head to his chest, the other hand around my waist, pulling me toward him so that he knows I can feel the hardness of his intention.

I may have died and gone to heaven at this point.  I felt perfect inside my body alight.  Effervescent with excitement and anticipation yet calm and content deep inside.  I felt a type of love or care? for and by this stranger Courier.

He steps me back, to sit me down upon the desk.  As he does, he cups the back of my neck and brings his lips to my ear.  He says softly, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do…”

I exhale relieved.  I mean, I knew what I wanted to do, whether I did it or not is another thing.  I liked knowing that I could make up the rules as I went along.  It made me feel less intimidated.  I had never had a sexual encounter of any kind with a complete stranger.  It was comforting to know I wouldn’t have to rein a bull in a china shop.

He interrupts, “there’s just one thing…  I have to do something…  I’ll be quick!”

“Ok” I said smiling, “but mind yourself!”  I nod in the direction of his steely cock.  It’s head poking out his shorts, encased in white cotton of his aqua trimmed underpants.

“Please…” he said “just don’t move.”

“I’ll stay right here” I pat the desk.

“Not an inch!”

I nod with a hint of trepidation.

With his finger pointed he shoots me a look both pleading but teasingly demanding.  He is smart enough to know the clock is ticking, while leaving me to my own devices.  Too long and I am bound to get the jitters.

He darts off into the communal toilet before I could protest.  The place was water bombed and I had left both my undies and bra hanging on the back of the toilet door!!

I hear the water running and take the moment to pull my ponytail out.  I flip my head upside down and fluff my wet hair.  I grab my MAC Lip Conditioner (Great value as it doubles as rouge!!)  And lightly attend, (without a mirror- fellas this is a miniature nightmare) my lips and cheeks.  I grab our glasses of Ribena and bring them back to the desk where I sit and wait.  Another 30 seconds or so pass seemingly like forever.  When he bursts back into the showroom he is holding my undies and bra!!

He looks a little wild and determined.  He takes a couple of steps inside, then quickly does an about turn and locks the door.  This boy was no fool.  He walks toward me, still wild looking with anticipation.  I stand to face him, keen to retrieve my intimates from his grasp.

He says, “look at you” stopping at the doorway.  “You are really something…” swinging my undies and bra between his fingers, “…to behold aren’t you?”  We laugh and I beam with embarrassment edged with gratefulness.

“You’re not that bad yourself!!” Attention back to him as I gaze at his semi erection.

“Would you like me to show you?”  He asks more seriously.

My cheeks aflame “yesss…” I say a little coyly.

He places my belongings carefully and theatrically on a nearby chair, walks toward me and takes my clammy hands in his.  They felt strong and commanding.  He kisses the back of one and brings it to his chest.  The other tenderly strokes the side of my face, moving wet hair behind my ear.  He smells like Aveda.

“You’re ok?!” more of a statement than a question.

I nod not able to look away from his chest.  He has such a beautiful cleft between his pectoral muscle and his sternum.  He could see the rapture in my face.  I exploringly moved my hand to the V in his Tshirt and ran my fingers through his hair to the base of his throat; where my fingers lingered.  I could feel a vein of electricity shoot down from the tips of my fingers, all the way through my wrist and arm… down my core… to my clitoris.

My body felt like warm flowing fluid beneath my alert skin.  I was completely pliable.  He drew my face toward his and kissed my cheek catching the corner of my mouth.  My breath caught sharp in my chest.  I could contain myself no longer.

I turned my head so our lips could meet and part.  We kissed passionately, ever so slightly awkward, eager to dissolve into each other, not wanting to take it too far.  Pulling away briefly, we both look around checking the viewpoints from neighboring businesses.  All clear, so long as it continues raining and the windows remain foggy.  An easy chance of that.

Kissing with abandon, his hands gripped my waist.  They ran up and over my rib cage reaching my breasts.  His thumbs ran over my brittle nipples and he groaned.  A wave of ecstasy flowed up and over me.  I felt sick in my stomach with lust.

My erogenous zones became neon lights, clamouring for attention.  I wanted to feel his hard cock and body naked against mine.  The pressure of his weight pressing me into the floor.  My hand grasped his ample cock and began stroking the iron cast shaft.  The knob demanding attention, protruding from his shorts.

He pulled my top up exposing my pert tits and wedged a lean muscular leg between both of mine.  “You are so beautiful, you know?” as he kneads my breast and gently pinches my nipples.  He can see my stomach muscles twitch and shudder with his touch.  I was so aroused he could have probably made me come, just watching me, patiently pinching.

He kissed my mouth and continued running his lips down my neck to my cleavage. As he began sucking and kissing my nipples his hand adeptly went up my skirt.  Moving my thighs aside, as wide as they would go.  He trailed the back of his hand gently either side of my inner thighs and over the lips of my engorged and frustrated cunt.

I could feel the back of his hand navigating his new terrain.  He brushed past my manicured hair and the baby soft bare skin. “Mmmmmm” he murmurs as he continues to work my nipples between his lips with occasional flicks of his tongue.  He turns his hand around and with a single finger, he parts my lips like a hot knife through butter.  Astounded he says, “you are wet aren’t you?!”

I look at him matter of factly and lean back on my hands with an “ahhmm”.  He hitches my skirt up for better access.  One arm behind me holding my body so that I can rest easy, while my hand gropes his member unsatisfactorily through his shorts.  I am becoming impatient and he can sense my frenzy in our kissing.

His finger scoops the sex lake of my love opening, delivering it over my throbbing clit.  I whimper with aching delight as my pussy walls contract wildly.  His mouth stalls, open on mine, as his fingers covered in my juices shallowly enter my chamber rhythmically.  He can feel my walls grip his finger with each penetration.  His tongue bursts into my mouth and I suck it like it were his cock.

An animalistic groan escapes from his throat.

“So tight” he says slowly, softly, “I have to see you!”

He reluctantly pulls away as I stand momentarily, my black top hoisted above my tits, long wet hair spilling over my shoulders.  I hitch my skirt all the way to my waist exposing my perfectly framed wannie.  As I lean back on the desk again he watches me, intently, as he rubs his finger with my juices over his bottom lip before sucking it all off his finger.  His eyes roll back and eyelids flicker like he has drank from the elixir of life.

I open my legs slowly.  His eyes never leaving my body, his arm reaches over and rolls the office chair in front of me.  He unsheathes his rigid cock from their binds.  The helmet of his cock bulgingly puce.

He was gloriously in proportion.  We look at one another dangerously, eyelids heavy with lust.  Stroking his shaft and knob teasingly, beckoning me, displaying his desire.  I begin to salivate with promise.

Before I could attempt to choke myself with his erection, he sits down on the chair before me, hand still stroking his cock.  Face to face with my saturated cunt, he gently fingers my swollen rose pink lips.  He explores, surveying how sensitive I am, where I am most sensitive.

He says, “incredible, every square inch…”  Stroking himself and me.  I was being swept away by the care and consideration shown… How appreciative he was of me.

“Thank… you” I say a little choked up with desire and how he is making me feel emotionally.  Not only by making me feel beautiful, but reciprocating a deep care for this stranger Courier.  With the attraction on so many levels, my body was subject to his will, yet I felt completely free.

I ask cordially, “please, take your clothes off for me” I am yearning to see him.

“Yes” he says, but proceeds to kiss the aching swollen lips of my cunt.  Darting his tongue inside the pool of my desire.  I gasp and whimper at the sensation of his hot tongue desperate to taste me inside and out.  Such a personal thing is cunnilingus.  It’s like opening up your soul.

He kisses my lips and clit tenderly, stands pushing the chair away still with his formidable erection in his hand.  I stand to face him and unbutton my skirt.  He drops his shorts and underpants to the ground.  My mouth parts eagerly as my skirt falls to the floor.  Without haste, he peels his wet Tshirt over his head.  Somehow he knows this is what I really want to see.  Saving the best till last.  And there it is…

My weakness, perfectly formed chest hair in the shape of an orthodox cross over an exquisite torso.  I fall to my knees, not fully conscious.  I didn’t even realise I was upon my knees until… just before he fed his cock into my hungry open mouth.

My mouth already lubricated in longing, I easily took him inside.  Three strokes and his cock slid like a delightfully oiled piston in my machine.  I pulled his cock out and  rubbed his saliva covered knob over my lips for smooth traction.  I look up at him, his eyes wide, lovingly watching me rub his cock all over my mouth as I begin playing with my clit.  Over and over again, I rubbed his puce head over my top lip.  Teasing my mouth with penetration.

For me, when aroused, the middle of my top lip can act as a secondary clitoris.  When a hard tongue is flicking and rubbing the inside tip of my top lip, I can feel it, like an electric bolt all the way down to my clit.  It works the same, when I tease my mouth with the entry of his swollen knob.

I held the base of his cock firmly and slipped my constricted lips tightly over his helmet, all the way down to my fingers and paused…  Inhaling Aveda and his sex scent.  I wanted to take him in, deep inside and just hold him there.  Breathing.  Sucking gently.  Getting as much surface tension as I could.  Imitating my pussy walls.  Coaxing the come from his testes.  I could feel his shaft throb, taking up any available space in my throat and mouth with each pulse.

Releasing my suction, I teasingly moved up and down toward his knob, making come hither movements with my tongue.  I worked his knob feverishly keeping traction and suction.  Tasting the elegance of his pre-come, made my pussy walls ache painfully.

He groaned and said dreamily, “you’re amazing at this…”  I wanted to be the best.  I took him slowly, deeply, my lips mimicking the tightness of my love opening.  I could feel on my tongue the tell tale signs of his fluids moving up his shaft.  I took long rhythmic strokes, pushing my hand on his buttocks so he could fuck my mouth.

His fingers stopped stroking my hair and he took his hands to the back of my head, tenderly, encouragingly.  Penetrating me deeply he said softly, “stop… stop… you’re gonna…  you’re gonna make me come…”  I went down deep and just held him there.  His fingers digging into my skull, holding me still.

I pulsed my lips a couple of times to withdraw.  Slowly I pulled my head away.  But I couldn’t help but keep perfect suction.  Wanting to feel his cock on every mouth surface.  My tongue uncontrollable, beckoned the underside of his shaft.  I could feel his crammed helmet being pressed between my tongue and against the back of my throat, easing out over the roof of my mouth.  His cock throbbed violently and he groaned again while attempting to pull away.  My tight lips not allowing his helmet’s release, I grabbed his buttocks and pushed his cock deep into my mouth.  “I’m going to come!”  He cups my face and moves rhythmically with me.

“Oh god… you’re gonna make me… come.”

He explodes and convulses into my mouth.  His body shudders as he attempts to hold my head still.  I wait for his initial sensitivity to subside before slowly, working my way backwards and forwards gently to just his tip.  His body shivers again as I slip my lips lightly back over his satiny helmet and down his shaft.  This time I just hold him there deeply, while he strokes the back of my head…

Thanks for reading… Olivia x

Go To Part V

Quick question, just so I know whether I am on track…