quick story about going for a pint (mf, not explict)
"Would you mind if I kissed your shoulder?"
Good god, yes please!
What I actually said was "No, I wouldn't mind"
or something to that effect.
I watch him as he slowly lowers his head. I watch as his lips
came closer to my shoulder. I can feel my heart rate increasing.
I like watching his deliberate movements and I wait for
a light kiss on the shoulder. The contact is most welcome
and I have that wonderful feeling of excited anticipation.
I'm wearing a tank top and I feel his lips touch my bare
shoulder. The noises of the bar seem to diminish and amplify
at the same time. All my senses are on alert, I can feel the
hairs on my arms standing on end. The mumbling of the other
patrons seem to sharpen in an annoying way, I wish they weren't
here.
At the same time the voices and conversations of the people
around us are diminishing from comprehensive sentences
into pure noise. I no longer hear words, now it is just background
murmur.
I feel his lips open and my eyes close. I feel his tongue flick
across my skin. A small gasp escapes from my lips, that wonderful
gasp that mixes surprise, pleasure and desire. I can feel
my insides liquify. My tummy is full of swirling ribbons.
With my eyes still closed and the voices still murmurs my
head falls back slightly. I'm breathing through my
mouth now. I can feel the air passing through my slightly
parted and now oversensitive lips.
He drags his teeth along my skin. With the mingled feeling
of a soft tongue and hard teeth I have to use every once of
my will power and the tiny voice in my head telling me we're
in a crowded bar not to moan loudly. I had been content to
stare at this beautiful man, but this is even better.
He pulls away; I feel his mouth leave my skin. It feels wrong.
I just want him to keep touching me. Already I miss the contact
that felt so wonderful. My shoulder feels lonely far from
the warmth of his mouth.
Suddenly the reality of the crowded bar floods back. I know
I could get lost just sitting there with closed eyes reliving
the moment over and over again if I don't say something,
change the subject or something. I like talking to him and
I hardly ever get to see him, and sitting here fantasizing
would be a little too conspicuous in the bar. I say something
without even really noticing what. I'm still floating
in some happy place.
The realisation that he wants to get home early strikes
me and I'm not floating so high anymore. I don't
want him to go. In fact, what I want to do is pull him into some
corner and shower him with kisses. I want to taste his skin,
I want to drop to my knees and give him a shuddering orgasm.
I want to make him walk around with a silly grin on his face
to match the silly grin I have no doubt I am sporting at the
moment. Of course initiation is not something I'm
good at. So, instead I ask him if he'd mind if we stayed
for another pint. I could at least prolong the time we had
together...
He said yes and I was once again floating. In fact, it's
several days later and I'm still sporting a silly grin...
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