today i did my cpr and first aid recertification and i learned something fundamental about myself:
i am not as nice as i like to think i am.
for the practical portion of the recert i was randomly paired up with a tall young man who had marine hair and cute little glasses; well and a lovely butt and some nice broad shoulders. none of that was important to me in the slightest though, in fact i didn’t even notice those details at first.
i noticed those details only after i spotted the sparkle in his eye and the wit in his words; after eye contact and competence and a deep voice and a sense of humour appeared. after a few hours of close proximity and lunch together with another friend and repartee of a lascivious nature.
in short, as i got to know him i began to be attracted to him. the more our eyes met and held the more attracted i was.
then, of course, he mentioned his girlfriend… well and his age which is more than a decade off mine.
but you see that didn’t seem to stem the attraction in any way, in fact the sparkly flirting continued unabated into the cpr portion of the program. now i don’t know if you’ve ever done a cpr training but there’s this part where the partner stands behind you, places his hands at your abdomen and one foot between your legs.
and he did that, and stood there without moving through the entire explanation and left my bottom nestled PERFECTLY into his damn pelvis! seriously he was exactly the right height to hold me that way and i was freaking DYING.
dying you guys. dripping right now as i think of it even.
flashes of dirty sex were popping up all over the place and i could NOT concentrate for the rest of the day. he bent over and my eyes found his ass; he stood up and they followed the line of his shoulder. i sat there nestled into his pelvis and all i wanted to do was reach back and rub his penis until it was so hard he couldn’t do anything but stuff it inside me right there.
his hands were the perfect temperature and he smelled good and his body was just hard enough without being made of pointy bones and overdeveloped muscle and i just wanted to press my bottom back into him and forget that anyone else was in the room. forget that he had a girlfriend or that i was thirteen years his senior. forget even the existence of condoms in the world… which i guess means i better put a couple in my purse.
and of course my brain started thinking all sorts of things; not the least of which was does he know he’s doing this? did he even notice? was he as aware of my body as i was of his? did he mean to keep brushing up against me all day? could i have him?
and that was the one that surprised me a little. i don’t consider myself the kind of woman who has other people’s men. in fact i like to think that i’m the type who specifically does NOT go after other women’s men. i take pride in not being that kind of woman actually because well, there’s enough crap in the world without trying to mess up other couples right?
i didn’t care. i didn’t care at all. i wanted to walk out of there and shove him against a wall and attack him with my mouth and my hands and most especially my hips. i wanted to press my body into his from head to toe and hump like teenagers until we dropped our pants just far enough.
just far enough to slide his penis against my sopping pussy, to follow my channel and stroke my clit with his hard cock until i mewled with the need of it. to keep humping like two bodies with no control and no cares in the world. to fondle and lick and nibble and bite and slide slide slide against my slickness until oops he slips in and then?
and then heaven as our bodies fit into each other and we start to move right there against the wall in front of the universe and everybody and i lift my legs around his waist and he grips my hips and fucks me senseless.
i just didn’t know i was the kind of girl who willingly fucked other women’s men… didn’t know then but do know now that although i didn’t get a chance today? i would do it in a heartbeat if i could.
guess i’m a bad influence after all…
