I Flirt
with the Pretty Girl
behind the till.
"So... What time do you finish?"
I muse, at her sleepy, shy face.
"I finish..." She leans over,
a string of sandy hair parts from her fringe,
"When you want me
to finish."
She smiles, and presses her finger on the tip of my nose.
I smirk back,
looking into those Begging green eyes.
I wrap my hand around her finger.
"I want you."
Convenience bowed down to our Desires,
As it was... My house was empty.
Upon our Arrival.
Our bodies burned
with the Exitement
of the enivitable,
As we both Had
What we both
Wanted.
My bedroom.
Steamed with breaths
and giggles
of a long yearning Lust,
Fulfilled
for the first time.
She pulls her work top
up...
and off.
Dropping it at her feet.
Revealing her soft skin
and a taunting white bra.
Untieing her long hair.
Grinning at her flushed face,
I unbutton my shirt
as she grabs my body,
tugging away at my party shirt,
Desperate to feel nude flesh.
I tear my shirt away,
as she presses her soft heated body
against mine.
She runs her fingers down my naked back
and down,
to my jeans,
where she pushes them down,
running down my legs.
Slow.
I kick my shoes and socks off
as I gradually pull her skirt down, freeing her.
I hear her gasp softly in some form of
Ecstacy,
as we hear her miniskirt fall to the ground.
Exitement Grows
When she places her hands over my behind,
and smooths away
my last barrier of safety,
Falling to my naked feet.
My hands feel her soft back...
and find a strap of some sort.
I unbutton it, letting her bra fall to the ground
between us.
She breathes a gurgle whilst
pressing her naked chest onto mine.
She then takes her hands away from my body
and towards her smooth thighs,
Pulling down...
and kicking away
her pink pants
onto my bedroom floor.
Living, for that moment,
in our own Vulnrability.
Following Nothing,
but Instinct and Pleasure.
The softness of my bed sucks us in,
as we both dive into it.
Pulsing,
Tingling,
...Heat
Connecting...
...Ecstacy...
Just before we fall into,
and share,
our nude nap
into the night.
Giggling and Smiling
at our curiosity
Fulfilled.
Author notes
Alright, before I get kicked off this site, I just want you all to know that I'm NOT some kind of sex maniac or a womaniser or a perv or whatever. Infact, I'm very much the opposite. I would'nt know what 'flirting' is, if it jumped up and bit me in the ass. I'm more embarrassed rather than confident around other girls.
Anyway, this was based on a rather... sweet dream I had a few weeks ago. It was a dream about a girl I know who works in a shop. Which is weird, because even though we're great friends, she's not a love intrest.
Generally, I just wanted to step beyond my limits.
Comments
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Woot!
Mike, I didn't think you had it in you
Joking, every man does whether or not he talks about it. Brave though, to put it to paper! And an exciting read :-P


