badinfluencegirl

i saw you. and you saw me.

but those are two different tales, vignettes if you will.

i went to a concert tonight and there was this man there taking tickets and i tripped on a step when he caught me looking at him. in my head i didn’t trip on a step and go back to rejoin my best friend. in my head, this is what i did.

i walked back to him and i just looked up. i like when i have to look up at guys, it almost never happens so it’s a treat for me. you had me by at least four inches and that makes you somewhere around 6’3. yummy.

just a hint of whiskers over a nice face with smile lines bracketing your mouth and a twinkle in your eyes.

you caught me looking and you read my mind. i appeared there beside you and just looked at you while you took tickets and got steadily more aroused.

you were pretty sure you knew what was coming.

you were right.

the lobby finally clears and i’m still there. your fellow ticket takers and ushers disappear to hear the wonderful band inside and we’re left there, alone.

you turn to look at me.

you take my hand and lead me around the corner to a sheltered alcove off a well lit alley. i close my eyes and inhale you, my nose at your collarbone, my head down just a little.

i feel you trace your hands from my shoulder points down my shoulder blades and the muscles along my spine to the small of my back. you press ever so gently.

i sway toward you and look up at you. your mouth is there waiting and we feast on each other. savage in our intensity but strangely gentle with our hands.

i tangle my fingers in your hair and hold your head into me. you respond by sliding your fingers under my bottom and lifting me to my toes.

our sexes meet through our clothes and we both gasp. we continue to kiss for a time but our bodies begin to take up an ancient rhythm and soon our hands must needs follow.

i slide my hands down your neck and along your shoulders until i am gripping your lats. i press your chest into me and dig in with my fingers.

you leave one hand on my ass and slide a finger into the crease in my denims. your other hand creeps up and under my shirt and almost instantly you are teasing a rising nipple.

i gasp into your mouth and feel your answering chuckle in my own throat. my pelvis grinds harder against you and i drop a hand to the base of your spine.

suddenly i bless the current style because your pants are loose at the waist. i slide a hand into your jeans and grip your splendid ass with my hand. you gasp into my mouth.

i chuckle of course.

your hand leaves my rear to fumble at the button of my jeans and i continue my explorations and slide another hand into those pants of yours.

i love that you aren’t wearing underwear, i don’t have to fumble for you i’m just there with your skin. i’m not wearing any either as you’re finding out right now.

we smile into each others mouths and begin to tease each other. i feel you slide a hand down the crease that frames my neatly trimmed pubic hair and i gasp and twitch and slide my hand further around until i am just tickling your balls from behind.

you wriggle a little because it almost tickles and then i feel them tighten under my hand and i know i have you. my other hand slides along the crest of your hip to your navel and then i drop my hand until i am brushing your tip.

you find my nexus and just rest your finger on it for a moment while i still against you. slowly you pulse your finger against me and you kiss me with the same rhythm.

i gasp and clench a hand around you and you groan at the pressure and your finger slides further into the folds between my legs. i am sopping wet of course and i feel you stiffen a little more in response.

i release you from behind and cup your balls instead… both my hands are playing with you right now and you groan and pull my bra away from my nipple. your mouth drags itself away from mine and blazes a trail to my aching nipple. i moan as you slide my shirt away from my breast and expose it to the night air, simultaneously laving my nipple and then nibbling it.

now free, your other hand drops into my waistband from the rear and i feel a hand reach around and almost immediately you slide a finger inside me. your other finger matches it’s rhythm against my clit and i lose control almost immediately.

my thumb finds precum and i smear it around the head of your cock, my reward your indrawn breath against my breast and the subtle change in the rhythm of your fingers on my body. i feel myself buck a little into your hand when you slide in two more fingers at once and i gush a little.

you laugh, low against me and i shiver a little at your breath. you leave your hands where they are but sort of move your elbows out and i feel my pants start to move off my hips. the cold air hits me at my hottest point and i arch into you, muscles clenching around your hand.

i release your balls for a second and finally unbutton your pants and when i let them go they slide to your knees. i grab your shaft again and spiral my hands around as i stroke your silken flesh.

you come into me, leaving your hand between us but bring your other hand around to your pocket. i sob out a breath as your fingers desert my dripping entrance but am rewarded when i feel you nudge your manhood beneath me.

you leave yourself there, sliding along my dripping channel and touching my bum in the rear, and you let me ride you like that as you fumble in your pockets. a condom appears out of nowhere and you bring it up to my eyes. yours hold a question.

i nod and take the condom from you, unsealing the packet with my teeth. we stop for a second and stare and then fall into each other’s mouths. i kiss you frantically but my fingers keep working the packet and you groan as you feel me move you out of the warm and wet juncture of my legs.

i roll on the condom and basically follow it down, sliding down your penis until we are joined at the root and then we move, small motions at first that only move us an inch or two in either direction.

it’s hard for me because i’m swaying on my toes and you have to hold me up. you reach around behind me and cup my ass, lifting me off my feet. you don’t have to ask me twice and i wrap my legs around your lean waist. you take a step and then another and i feel a wall against my back.

all i can do is hold on, legs wrapped around you and arms on your shoulders as you thrust me into the wall again and again, hands under my buttocks and guiding our movements. i drop my head to your neck and i nibble and mouthe it with my hot breath.

we are panting now, our mouths on each other’s throats as we fuck against the wall right there in an alley. anyone watching knows exactly what we’re doing but can’t see a thing. this thought excites me more.

you change the angle of your pelvis a little and suddenly i lose the ability to think. i feel myself contracting around you and gushing and then gushing again and i moan long and deep in the back of my throat. you groan in response, the added lubrication making us even more slippery and when i gush a third time you cant take it any longer and i feel you thrust and thrust and thrust and your cock pulses inside me for a time until you collapse against me.

we kiss like old lovers then, my legs still around you until i feel you moving my legs. as my legs drop to the ground you allow yourself to fall out of my and drop to your knees before me.

oblivious to the fact that anyone can now see my face i throw my head back and cry out as your tongue flickers against my engorged clit. you put those magic three fingers back inside me and in seconds i am crying and throwing my head from side to side as you drive me to a clitoral orgasm to go along with the one i just had from the inside.

i collapse then, sliding down the wall until we are entwined in a little pile of spent lust just quivering under your coat.

*

i am going down the stairs in my favourite ‘t-shirt’ of the day … it’s bright green and plunges in a v to the top of my cleavage. i have a nice rack so it attracts attention.

i know this, it’s why i wear the shirt.

i catch you with your eyes fixed on my breasts as you mount the staircase and i watch you look up at my face as we meet and notice me watching you.

for a moment we recognize each other and then the moment passes and we walk on. but i know what you did.

i know what you did in your head after that moment. i know because i did it too. i thought about nothing else but what you had flashed me in that one glance. what you wanted to do to me.

you wanted to take me and press me against a wall in front of god and everybody and feast on my neck and collarbone until i writhed against you.

you wanted to pull my shirt even lower to expose my hot pink bra and then you wanted to assault my nipples. you wanted to chew them and suck them and lave them with lust until they stood at attention and begged for mercy.

you wanted to clamp my ass and press my sex against your shaft until i mewled with wanting. you wanted to shove your hand down my pants and take me to a quick and dirty release right there against the wall.

and then, when you had me at your mercy and gasping with pleasure? you wanted to drop my denims and your trousers and fuck me right there against the wall.

you wanted to fuck me so hard that my hips slammed into the wall. so hard that i howled and didn’t care who heard.

you wanted yourself buried inside me as far as you could go and even then you would only ever want more.

i saw you. do you understand how much of you i saw?