Erotic Story: Crush

The way she licks her luscious lips, is slowly driving me wild. And I’m trying so hard not to look at hear breasts which really demand my attention in that top she’s wearing. When she smiles, her eyes shine. It’s naughty. I feel naughty. How will I ever manage not to get turned on by her. Shit. Feeling caught, I look away. I really need to find another coffee bar to work at, cause I can’t concentrate like this. Since seeing her for the first time a few weeks ago, I’ve barely gotten any work done in here.

When I turn around, she smiles at me. This is exactly the kind of move she shouldn’t make. Because then it becomes something in my mind. Something bigger than it actually is. As the tension rushes through my body, I try to get a hold of myself and smooth the edge of my skirt. Even my own touch sets off a tingle between my legs. She’s awakened a desire in me that I’d lost for quite some time, but now I can’t wait to be touched. It’s practically screaming. ‘Would you like to order something?’ Startled, I look up and feel my cheeks turn so red, the colour would make tomatoes jealous. ‘No, I’m okay, thanks.’ As she walks away from my table, I watch her. Man, I’d sure love to bite into that butt of hers. 

With a deep sigh, I pick up my cell phone and tap the screen. It’s eleven-thirty, I’ve practically wasted my entire morning lurking. If I want to focus and get some work done, I’ll have to do something about this. Slightly irritated by the fact that I can’t keep control of myself, I slap my laptop closed and put it in my bag. As I get up, she looks my way. I give her my best smile and try to ignore the feeling that’s telling me it’s stamped on my forehead how much I fancy her. ‘How much do I owe you?’ ‘Not that much, right?,’ she asks as she hands me the check. It’s not so bad, no, but since I didn’t earn a cent here yet, these visits are becoming increasingly costly. The scent of her perfume slowly enters my nose and my entire being seems to absorb it. Help! ‘Will I see you again tomorrow?’ I narrow my eyes for a second and then look at her intently. ‘You’re here every day, right? To work? I’ve seen you a few times now.’ ‘Oh, yes, right. Maybe.’

She smiles in a way that raises at least a hundred questions in my mind. I pick up my bag from the floor and walk outside as fast as I can. With a swing, I dump my bag into my bike basket, hop on and start peddling hard. The tip of my saddle rubs between my legs and I’m so turned on that I don’t mind at all. I peddle harder and harder, until my legs get soured, but I don’t care. I just can’t wait to get home.

When I get home, I dig up my laptop from my bag and put it on the kitchen table. I grab an ice cube from the freezer and rub it along my neck. My body is instantly covered in goose bumps. Then I let it slide over my breasts and down to my thighs. To the inside of my thighs and dive under my skirt and through my groin. Fuck, I seem to be on fire down there. Without giving it much thought, my fingertips reach for the fabric of my panties, push it aside and then I feel the ice cube sliding through my heat. Hmm, this is just the relief I need. Once at my opening, I push the cube inside, where it melts almost instantly. It’s not enough, not nearly enough. My head is filled with her deep-red hair, the way it flows around her face as she walks, the smell of her skin, the contours of her body. I would do anything to touch her. 

I automatically walk towards my bedroom and let myself fall on the bed. I push up my skirt until the fabric has gathered somewhere around my waist, and then I close my eyes. I imagine her smiling at me, she is everywhere. In my bedroom, in my bed, at my wardrobe. The way she looks at me so invitingly. She feels the same. My fingers slide further through my wet labia and I feel one finger almost get sucked in from pure desire. My breath quickens, my fingers move more and more intently. In and out. In and out. I am wet, soaking wet. In my mind, she slowly undresses and I admire her. Until finally her bra hits the bedroom floor. Her nipples stand erect, hard and hot. She puts her index finger into her mouth and licks it. Then she slides it over one of her nipples while looking straight at me. I’m getting out of breath. I quickly open my eyes and grab something from my nightstand. I want to hurry, be fast, so the images in my head won’t fade too much. I don’t want her to fade away.

I withdraw my fingers, look at my toy and turn it on. Its vibrations tingle all the way to my forearm. I let my legs fall open wide and look at the spot where my legs come together. My clit glistens with horniness. I let the tip of my toy slide along it and spread my juice through my labia. The toy slides in effortlessly and finds my most sensitive spot, vibrating. I let my head fall back into the covers and let my fingers find my clit. As I turn the toy up a notch I close my eyes again. She is still there. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Like she hasn’t gone anywhere for days. Her hair tickles my skin. Her nipples graze mine. The sensation penetrates my body deeply. Her lips. Her eyes. Her scent. Her buttocks. I see it all in my fantasy. My fingers circle my clit, wilder and wilder. My breath gets heavier and heavier. I distantly feel my legs getting warmer, my muscles are starting to tighten and I can’t help but moan uncontrollably. I come hard in convulsing movements. I keep my eyes closed till the last wave of ecstasy has passed. I want to hold on to her as long as I can. Once my body has recovered and my breathing has returned to its normal rhythm, I gently open my eyes. My mouth is dry and getting back up takes some effort. It seems to be getting better every day. I’ll just give it another try tomorrow.