My Dirty Little Mind And I
I had been told I had to go on a course the other day. As soon as First Aid was mentioned I jumped at the chance to get out from behind the desk for a few hours and I was looking forward to yet another yawn fest but things soon perked up when the instructor walked into the room.
He was probably the most sexually attractive man I had ever seen. I guessed that he must have been in his early forties and as the day went by I learned that he used to be in the army. That must have been why he had such a firm little arse. I have a thing about men’s arses. I swear to god if I see a nice peachy one I just have to fight the urge to go up and spank it. It’s a good job I do or I think I would have been arrested a dozen times over by now.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than visualising him naked. I could tell that underneath his shirt his body was toned and firm. I wondered what it would feel like under my hands. My dirty little mind also wondered how big his cock was, was he shaven or trimmed? Did he like to have his arsehole rimmed and probed? I should have been taking notes on dangers and response and circulation but I was too busy thinking of how dangerous he looked, how my body was responding and feeling all the blood in my body rush to my pussy. I pictured myself standing in front of him undoing his shirt one button at a time. My mouth latching onto his nipples and giving them a little nibble. I imagined unbuckling his belt and sliding his trousers down slowly (the man was wearing chinos ffs..that’s the only bad point against him)
I watched how he moved and wanted to feel his body move on top of mine. He had the kind of hands that would feel so good wrapped around my throat as he fucked me. The rest of the group got studious, discussing all of the things we had to learn but there I was. Unable to do anything but lick my lips and study his face. Rugged but in a sort of handsome worldly way. I pictured his mouth locked around my nipples and his tongue flicked them until my pussy convulsed and I let out an involuntary little gasp.
When it came to the practical aspect of the course I knew that I didn’t want to be lay on the floor with his cheek pressed against my chest. He would surely be able to feel my hard nipples.
Of course I was volunteered by a fellow member of staff after I had confessed to her at lunch that I fancied the arse off this man chinos aside. So I had to lie there…on the floor..face like a beetroot, nipples like bullets as he ran his hands from the top of my head to my feet (looking for dangers I presume). I tingled all over.
When he placed his hands on my shoulders and lent forward to shout in my ear
‘CAN YOU HEAR ME’
I felt like responding
‘YES I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU! MY WHOLE BODY CAN FEEL YOUR VIBRTIONS!!’
Instead I tried to stop my lungs from breathing so deeply, I knew if I didn’t calm down his hands were sure to brush against my boobs. If that were to have happened there would have been no doubt that I would have been a damp quivering wreck. When it came to putting me into the recovery position I thought I was going to explode. I curse wearing a short skirt and stockings and felt his firm hands linger a little longer than they should have on my thigh as he lifted my left leg ( or was it right?) over. When he looked at me to take off my glasses, that’s very important when you have an u*********s person on the floor so I’m told, he gave me a wicked little grin and I knew then that he had seen up my skirt.
Needless to say I hurried back to my seat after it was all over and I am now incapable of even administering a plaster. However he did give me his phone number before he left and we are meeting next week for lunch…perhaps I will get to practise mouth to cock resuscitation?
He was probably the most sexually attractive man I had ever seen. I guessed that he must have been in his early forties and as the day went by I learned that he used to be in the army. That must have been why he had such a firm little arse. I have a thing about men’s arses. I swear to god if I see a nice peachy one I just have to fight the urge to go up and spank it. It’s a good job I do or I think I would have been arrested a dozen times over by now.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than visualising him naked. I could tell that underneath his shirt his body was toned and firm. I wondered what it would feel like under my hands. My dirty little mind also wondered how big his cock was, was he shaven or trimmed? Did he like to have his arsehole rimmed and probed? I should have been taking notes on dangers and response and circulation but I was too busy thinking of how dangerous he looked, how my body was responding and feeling all the blood in my body rush to my pussy. I pictured myself standing in front of him undoing his shirt one button at a time. My mouth latching onto his nipples and giving them a little nibble. I imagined unbuckling his belt and sliding his trousers down slowly (the man was wearing chinos ffs..that’s the only bad point against him)
I watched how he moved and wanted to feel his body move on top of mine. He had the kind of hands that would feel so good wrapped around my throat as he fucked me. The rest of the group got studious, discussing all of the things we had to learn but there I was. Unable to do anything but lick my lips and study his face. Rugged but in a sort of handsome worldly way. I pictured his mouth locked around my nipples and his tongue flicked them until my pussy convulsed and I let out an involuntary little gasp.
When it came to the practical aspect of the course I knew that I didn’t want to be lay on the floor with his cheek pressed against my chest. He would surely be able to feel my hard nipples.
Of course I was volunteered by a fellow member of staff after I had confessed to her at lunch that I fancied the arse off this man chinos aside. So I had to lie there…on the floor..face like a beetroot, nipples like bullets as he ran his hands from the top of my head to my feet (looking for dangers I presume). I tingled all over.
When he placed his hands on my shoulders and lent forward to shout in my ear
‘CAN YOU HEAR ME’
I felt like responding
‘YES I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU! MY WHOLE BODY CAN FEEL YOUR VIBRTIONS!!’
Instead I tried to stop my lungs from breathing so deeply, I knew if I didn’t calm down his hands were sure to brush against my boobs. If that were to have happened there would have been no doubt that I would have been a damp quivering wreck. When it came to putting me into the recovery position I thought I was going to explode. I curse wearing a short skirt and stockings and felt his firm hands linger a little longer than they should have on my thigh as he lifted my left leg ( or was it right?) over. When he looked at me to take off my glasses, that’s very important when you have an u*********s person on the floor so I’m told, he gave me a wicked little grin and I knew then that he had seen up my skirt.
Needless to say I hurried back to my seat after it was all over and I am now incapable of even administering a plaster. However he did give me his phone number before he left and we are meeting next week for lunch…perhaps I will get to practise mouth to cock resuscitation?
12 年 前
