My Secret Crush's Hands
I had been fantasizing about this moment for months now, every time I saw her, my heart would skip a beat. She was always so captivating, with her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. But it wasn't just her physical appearance that drew me in; there was something about the way she moved, the confidence she carried herself with. It was as if every move she made was done with such precision, making her all the more irresistible to me.
As I stood at the bar, waiting for our usual meeting spot, I couldn't help but feel my palms getting sweaty and my heart rate increasing. When she finally arrived, walking in confidently with that same sway of hers, it was as if everything around us seemed to fade away. She came closer and our eyes met; we exchanged a knowing smile before she took her usual spot next to me.
We began chatting, catching up on life and our respective adventures since the last time we'd seen each other. As the night wore on, it became apparent that there was a tension between us that had been building up for quite some time now. A tension that neither of us were willing to let go of. We shared jokes, laughed together, but all the while, I could feel her hand resting gently against mine.
After several hours of conversation and laughter, she leaned in closer and whispered something into my ear. It was then that I knew what needed to happen next - we had to explore the chemistry between us. With trembling hands, I took a deep breath before reaching out to grab one of her hands, which she quickly wrapped around mine.
Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and as our fingers intertwined, it was as if an electric current passed between us. Slowly but surely, we began to move towards the quieter corner of the room where no one would disturb us.
As we settled into our makeshift love nest, her hands moved upwards, gently brushing against my neck and shoulder before making their way down to rest on my chest. With each stroke, I could feel myself growing more and more aroused, my breathing becoming heavier as her touch became bolder.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew that this moment had come - the time when we would finally give into our desires. Her hand traveled further down, brushing against the bulge forming beneath my pants. She smiled coyly at me before reaching out with her other hand to undo my belt and zipper, revealing the throbbing erection that had been straining against my clothing all night.
As she took me in her hands, stroking me slowly, I couldn't help but groan softly from the intense pleasure she was giving me. Her touch was gentle yet firm, making me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. She continued to work her magic on me, my breathing becoming more labored with each stroke.
My secret crush moved closer still, her face mere inches away from mine as she watched the delight written all over it. In a sudden move, she leaned in and kissed me passionately, her lips soft against mine. Our tongues danced together, exploring every inch of one another's mouths before moving downwards to our necks and chests.
As we continued to make out, I felt her hand slide lower, between my legs, continuing the rhythmic strokes that had me on the edge of ecstasy already. She knew exactly what she was doing, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me until I could take it no longer.
With a soft moan, I let go, my semen spurting forth from my cock in a messy explosion that coated both our hands and the floor beneath us. As my body came back down to earth, she leaned in once more, kissing me tenderly before whispering into my ear: "That was just the beginning."
And with that, we left the bar hand-in-hand, ready for whatever adventures awaited us in the coming weeks and months - our secret crush now firmly within reach of both of our hands.