Im staring at you, but you don't even feel my eyes burning into the back of your neck. I wish, just once, you'd turn around. Just once? Oh well.
I can dream, cant I? I'm glad we had class outside today. Its warm out, and the professor doesn't expect us to really pay attention. How could he, when there are people playing Frisbee only ten feet away from him? So I can daydream, and he wont care.
I can daydream about how once, just once, when I'm watching you, you'll turn around and see me. Ill blush, because Im always watching you, even though you don't know it. And you'll smile. You like it when girls blush. It makes you wonder what were thinking. I don't mind telling you what I'm thinking.
When you see me, I turn away for a second, but then I glance back, out of the corner of my eye. Your attention has turned back to the professor, but I can see you glance at me and I blush again. Caught by something in my eye, some telltale expression, you turn again to face me, and I blow a kiss to you.
You smile, and I think you're laughing at me. When class is over, I run away quickly, embarrassed to see you, to take the chance you will speak to me.
Even in my daydreams I am nervous. How would you react if you knew how often I thought of you? If you knew how I thought of you? I doubt you'd blush. You don't seem the type.
In my daydream, after you've seen me, after I've run away, I see you later in the dining hall. I know you've seen me because you start talking to your friends, and they all look at me. I turn away, afraid of what they say about me. I'm not pretty. Not like *her*, the girl you saw last year. But I'm me, and that should count for something, shouldn't it? Maybe it would, if you knew me, even a little bit.
I daydream about a class in which we have to work together, on a project. We spend time researching, talking, laughing. You finally know me, and I think maybe, maybe, you like what you have known, just a little. And the next time I look at you, you look back and smile.
The best part of my daydream is when you look for me. When *you* say you want to spend time with me. When I feel eyes burning a hole in my neck and see your eyes watching me. Your eyes sparkle with mischief and I wonder if you daydream the way I daydream. For Ive daydreamed every moment of what it would be like if you should touch me. Ive daydreamed about your body, about your kiss.
I think about you, standing tall over me, bending to kiss me. My lips part slightly and I feel the heat spread through me as my body melts in your arms. Your lips kiss a trail of hot fire down the side of my neck then up again so you can nibble on my ear. You excite me so much that my breath is quickly coming in short gasps and you haven't even undressed me.
When you reach for the top button of my blouse I stop you. Even in my dreams I want to seduce you every step of the way. I slowly unbutton the blouse and arch my shoulders as I slip it off, so my breasts strain forward, catching your eyes. I see you smile, and again I stop you before you can touch me. I want to see just how hot I can make you without even touching you, without your touching me.
I slowly slip my pants over my hips, easing them gently to the ground, then kick them to the side with my foot. I am now only in my bra and panties, and I can see your eyes have grown warm with desire. I then unhook the bra and as I ease it off, your arms catch mine, pinning them to my side. I have inflamed you and you will not stand alone any longer. Your lips sear mine and I find my reason melting away, fleeing until my brain only knows what my body knows, and I know I want you.
I find myself on the bed. I don't know how I got there, but I am now fully nude to your gaze, everything gone from covering me, and you are nude to mine. In my daydreams you are wonderful to look at (I wish I could see it in truth! I'm sure you are just as wonderful). I feel that delicious warmth spread through me and feel my juices dripping down my leg. I am hot for you, and you know this, but you are going to tease me now as I teased you before.
You lie beside me and run your hands across my body, teasing, tickling over my breasts, lightly brushing the triangle of hair between my thighs. You roll over me, pinning me beneath your strong legs, your manhood pulsing against my stomach, and your lips find my breast, suckling on a nipple. It is too much and I arch and groan with pleasure, thrusting my hips against your legs, aching for fulfillment. You chuckle. I had the audacity to tease you before, so I will not be fulfilled so easily now.
You run your hands down my side, then over my stomach, then slip your fingers between my wet lips. The release is immediate and overwhelming, and I shout my pleasure, arching hard against your hand.
My eyes blink open and I see you licking your fingers, smiling at me.
You lightly kiss my lips teasing me again with the butterfly touch of your tongue on mine. Then your lips travel down my body, stopping to tease each nipple to a rigid peak, traveling over my bellybutton, then moving teasingly away from where I want you most to kiss.
Do you really want me to taste you? you ask, chuckling.
I moan, my hands tangling in your hair. You oblige and set your tongue against my pulsing clit, teasing it again until it grows and grows and finally seems to burst as I shake with the pleasure of release.
This time I am sad, for I have now had two while you have had none.
You simply shrug and lie on your back, arms behind your head, challenging me to do something about the situation.
I smile and reach out to take your rod in my hand. My hands are small, and it seems to me that your manhood pulses with a life of its own and will burst out of my small hands. I lean over to kiss the tip, licking the salty drop off. Then I raise my head to yours and kiss you, long and deep, and our tastes mingle.
I slide my hips over yours and hold you against me, then slide down so you slowly, ever so slowly, slide inside me. It is heaven! Then you slowly move, as I rise and fall above you, my breasts heaving with every breath. I run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, licking your chest with quick kisses that start your breath to gasps again.
I can feel your urgency as your hands grasp my hips, pulling me hard against you. I lean forward to cover your mouth with mine, taking your tongue into me in a frantic kiss. Your body arches, I can feel you deep inside me as you shudder, and it triggers a release of my own.
And in my daydream, when we wake, you kiss me and whisper soft words to me, and hold me. And as we lie there, I know that your arms are the right place to be.
But still, it is all just a daydream. And when the daydream is over, I realize class has ended and everyone is standing up, brushing the grass off of themselves, and chatting. I stand slowly, my gaze stealing to watch you again, but you are talking to your friends with no sign you know of my dreams. Once, just once, you will see me. And then I will tell you of my daydreams. And you can make them true.
Well, as of Christmas I’m back on unemployment again. For the last six weeks I’ve been working as a photographer in the Santa’s House at the local mall. While the 16 year old elves giggled and were gawked at by the leering 40-ish bachelor types, and Santa sat in his comfy chair, smiling, nodding, and ignoring the brats in his lap, I stood all day, dealt with parents who expected high art in a free photo, and basically did all the work in the place. For six bucks an hour. Out of the entire month and a half, only one day made it worth my while.
The mall manager had thought it would be a cute idea to dress me up as Mrs. Claus, which meant my long brown hair had to me knotted up under a large poof of fake gray hair. One of the stores donated a large, red, fleece gown-thing, which was sticky and hot in the well heated mall. Add the screaming of adults and children alike in any suburban mall on Christmas Eve, and I was NOT in any sort of good mood.
After a very long day, five o’clock came, closing the mall and bringing blissful silence in its wake. The elves took off in a flash, giggling about parties and such. My day was hardly over, because all the final accounting and closing had to be done so some poor workmen could come in on Christmas day and dismantle the little house structure.
I closed the “in” door as Craig, our Santa, closed the “out” door. He’s a nice enough person, but when your feet hurt as much as mine did, it’s hard to be civil to a person who’s job description started out with “Sit in chair…”
“I am NOT doing this again next year,” he said, pulling off the beard to reveal a plain, but not unattractive face. “Think in the age of women’s equality Mrs. Claus could deal with the squalling brats and Santa could take pictures?”
“Only if we get cute little male elves next year, too,” I managed to grin. I started to count the till, anticipating the drive home, when I’d be seated. Craig moved behind me, to go into our little change-closet, or so I thought until I felt welcome hands start to knead the tight spot on the back of my neck. I stopped counting and closed my eyes, straightening my neck so he could do the most good. His hands moved up my neck to the bottom of my hair.
“I take it back,” he said. “If you get this stiff from standing and taking pictures, then that’s another job I don’t want. Think they’d hire me as an elf?”
“Well,” I said, “You’re cute enough, but I don’t think you’re young enough.” His hands felt great as they moved back down my neck, changing from a kneading to a soft stroking as they headed towards the small of my back. Suddenly his hands were on my hips, and I felt him move closer to me, pressing himself against my back.
“Well, I’ve been thinking that you’re cute enough to be a elf,” he said, his voice suddenly husky. His lips brushed against my ear, and his teeth softly nibbled my earlobe, sending shivers all down my side.
“Craig, I-” I started to protest, silenced as his tongue deftly probed my ear. His hands slid forward along my hips, then slowly up my front to my breasts. He rubbed them through the fleecy material, and I decided to just sink back against him.
“I’ve wanted you for weeks,” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath arousing me even more. “I don’t think I could have forgiven myself if I’d let this opportunity pass me by.”
I turned around suddenly, and pressed my body against his, bringing my lips up to meet his, parting slightly to welcome his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved down to my ass, crushing me against him. Even through the padding he wore, and the heavy material of our costumes I could feel him, hard against me.
He broke our embrace and took my hand, leading me around the camera equipment over to the gilt-covered chair he’d been working in.
“I think you’re one little girl Santa will be bringing a present to,” he smiled, starting to unbutton my robe.
I started to reciprocate, undoing the belt that held his padding in place. “I’ll bet this is one Santa who only cums for naughty girls, though,” I smiled, letting the belt drop. He grinned back at me, and leaned forward kiss me again, deeply. Soon we were both naked, and he lowered himself to the floor, pulling me after him.
He was well built under the padding; a touch overweight, but I like my men that way. As promised by the bulge I’d felt earlier he was very well hung. I stroked his huge cock, estimating it to be a good eight inches. “Sit in the chair,” I said, wanting to take him in my mouth. He moved up to the familiar seat, and I bent my head down over him. I wasn’t going to be able to take all of him in my mouth at one time, much to my disappointment. I settled for taking just his large pink head into my mouth, pulling back with a strong sucking motion.
He was cut, and clean, and I gladly started to take as much of him into my mouth as I could, using just suction to pull myself down. His hands gently rested on the back of my head, exciting me even more.
I took all I could into me, sliding him to the back of my throat and gently squeezing his balls as he hit the end. I released both the suction and his balls, lightly dragging my teeth back along his shaft as I withdrew. Then I began the step by step process of slowly bobbing my head back down over him, taking him into the back of my mouth and squeezing his balls. His hands started to press down on my head as I went, but I pushed back, keeping this blow job at my own pace.
Then I pulled off of him, and kissed the pre-cum off his tip, and smiled up at him. Firmly grasping the base of his rock hard dick, I began to move my hand up and down, pleasuring the whole length of it the way I hadn’t been able to with my mouth. I brushed my hair out of my face and lowered my lips to his balls, licking the underside of them and very carefully taking one into my mouth. I gently rolled it around on my tongue, sucking it back and forth at the same time, matching the sucking to the strokes my hand was making on his cock.
I switched balls, licking the underside of his dick on the way over.
I tightened my grip on his stick, speeding up the strokes a little.
His hips started to press up towards me in time with my strokes.
“Hold on a sec,” he said, suddenly pushing me back a bit. I saw a tiny bit of white fluid on his gorgeous pink head, and looked up at him. He stood up. “Hold that position,” he said, getting off the chair. He went around behind me, and I turned my head to see him go to the change-room. A moment later he came out with a condom.
When he unrolled it over his penis, I laughed. “Like it?” he said, a huge grin on his face. “I thought the candy cane stripes were so fitting.”
I moved up to the chair, leaning on the soft padding. A moment later I felt his hands on my hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against the lips of my cunt. He slid in, a little at a time, letting me get used to him inside me before he pulled out and began to fuck me in earnest. I was glad of the position, because I don’t think I could have taken him in any other. The condom might have been silly, but the feel of his huge cock in me was nothing to laugh about. He rammed into me harder and harder, and I knew it couldn’t be long before he would cum. His hands gripped my hips harder, and I thrust back against him, wriggling to take even more. With a lunge he went as far into me as he could and I felt his whole body stiffen with his orgasm. His hands eased on me a little, and I felt the slight pulses as his load pumped out. After a moment he pulled away from me, and his cock was replaced by his hand, stroking my hard clit.
I felt his finger enter me, to get wet, and then he brought it up to rub against me. My own lubricants made me very slippery, and his finger slid easily against my button, making my hips buck up as waves of pleasure went through me. Suddenly something else entered me. It wasn’t flexible, like a finger, but as it slid back out of me I felt it press against my g-spot, and I gasped as it left me. I turned around to look at Craig, and he smiled and licked the wet candy cane, a leftover from the box he’d given out to the kids.
He slid it into me again, leaving it in me, and he resumed playing with my clit. The candy cane wiggled back and forth inside me, the hooked end catching onto the shelf of my g-spot and pressing me close to orgasm. It moved back and forth, faster and faster, as Craig’s finger flicked across my clit with a steady, intense pressure.
I fought the orgasm, trying to prolong the exquisite pleasure, but it was inevitable and I pushed my face into the seat cushion, trying to muffle myself as I moaned and came.
It was, to put it bluntly, a wonderful way to relieve the stress built up by weeks of noisy kids and parents during this mass market season of love and sharing. And while I may be once again out of work, I do have a date for New Year’s.