I have work, family, and friends around me all day long and I still keep many things to myself. I find this relaxing and entertaining to pretend most of the time like I am a character in someones fantasy.
Many times I will stop and sit (if I have the opportunity) and watch the people around me. I can always hold interest in the moment.
I know, even at 31, I am very attractive. I know this because I often spy men and women looking at me. Not with jealousy nor even disinterest, but with idle lust.
Let me tell you about me. My name is Chaus. I am a southern, well educated lady, on the outside. Inside I am quaking with needs...
I had been sheltered as a child. I was an only child. Piano lessons, ballet, and private school is all I knew.
I am 6 foot tall and always kept a lean, muscle toned, 140 pound frame. My hair is sun streaked blonde, but my best feature is my eyes. They are sleepy, smokey, and exotic eyes.
My figure is perfect, well if your not a tit fanatic. My breast are soft and high, and only a 34 b size. My skin peachy white. To some, I seem plain, up until till they really look.
It's mystery, taught from all the books I love to read. I know what to expect; I have read different stories from century old tales. Remember, fiction or not, tales told let you know all about peoples minds and fantasies.
My fantasy finally came true.
The evening fall breeze touch the ends of my heavy hair. My head shifts from side to side. My eyes are hooded by my dark wool hat. I lean back onto the moist base of the statue, and cross my legs out in front of me.
I sweep my eyes quickly to a still image. There he stands. As if conjured from my subconscious mind. His head moves left quickly, my interest peaks. He was watching me. My stomach butterflies and my skin tingles. Never has this feeling been so intense.
I didn't hesitate, I follow him when he turns to move on. He is aware that I was behind him, otherwise he would turn his head around and look.
The flower lined path through the park was in shadows, and orange glowing fading light. I slow, but then take a deep breath and continue to follow. As we move around the path I notice he suddenly vanishes. I stop and turn slowly around.
I pause when I hear a light footstep behind me. His warm spicy scent surrounds my senses. He is close, but doesn't physically connect. He closes in, his breath brushing my skin. I feel my skin heat, from the exploding sensations in my bloodstream. My heart was beating loudly in my ears.
"Beautiful." He whispers near my right ear, his nose brushes the side of my neck and hair. He buries deeper then draws away. He leisurely slides his fingers across my cheek then down the front of me to the open cleavage of my jacket.
His caress, feather light, causes my fast intake of breath. It ended at the stone hard nipple of my left breast.
My head falls back onto his shoulder and my eyes roll back.
"I am tired of this game." he says. His voice his deep and soft. Chills run all through me.
"I have followed you here for two months. I saw you, the first time, right at the base of the same statue."
He slides his fingers in mine and slowly leads me down the path.
At the edge of the lake was a picnic. Cliche, I know. Still a smile snakes the edge of my full lips. I pull away, and he then realizes space is needed. He complies.
We sit down on the navy plush quilt laid out before us. He leans back onto his elbows, and looks intensely at my face. He studies me, as I admire how snuggly his tshirt and jeans hug his tight,long solid frame.
I reach into the basket and pull out a bottle of water. Hmm, no wine? Takes a turn for the strange. That's not cliche. I shrug and open the water turning it back to ease my parched throat.
My breath is coming very quick and he sees it. I can tell he is enjoying this plan so far.
His hair, dark as midnight is hanging over the most alluring dark eyes I have ever seen. They pierce me. I can't move from his gaze.
The park closes and we are hidden in the shadows of the trees at the bank of the lake. He knows this is private.
When the dark came slowly, and we were in the shadows, a park lamp glowed against us. That's when I notice his hands dextoursly moving down his chest, plucking buttons through the holes of his shirt.
My eyes watch his hands as he watches my expression. His skin is tightly stretched over the most amazing chest and abs I have ever seen. Not too over worked but hard working man fit.
My skin is moist as is the silk covered center under my black mini skirt. My thigh and legs are covered with sheer silk stockings hooked onto a satiny corset that is pushing up my pale exposed breast.
The deep rose tips are peaking above the tight satin. My jacket is open, it slides from my shoulders very slowly.
His breath catches when his own hand slides lightly over the tight fly of his jeans. His arousal very, very evident. He slides the buttons of his fly open. His tight, worn, and soft looking jeans gape open and I can see a soft dark path of hair disappearing in the shadow of his jeans.
The top of his boxers are also exposed. Little dancing dogs. That is what is on his shorts. My eyes shift up to his as my left eyebrow lifts with them. Another shocking discovery. There is definitly mystery here.
"Hello." I finally say. My voice huskier than usual.
"No words." He says as he crawls across to me, leaning in to sniff my hair. "I am going to slowly explore every inch of your body and begin the first chapter of my fantasy."
I reach up and touch his soft midnight hair. He quickly swoops down and takes my lips into a hot, bone melting kiss. We are kissing for what seems like hours but was only moments. I feel a light caress sliding up between my thighs.
Finally, I thought.
Wasting no time, two of his fingers slide slowly under the silky crotch of my panties. They are sliding achingly slow over the center of me before sinking slowly in and curling in to quickly hit the right spot.
With a soft wiggle of the tips of his fingers, my back goes ridged and I throw my head back and groan. My body bucks and twitches with a mind blowing orgasm.
He didn't even have to slide in but once to get this result. His smug face moved away as did his penatration.
He stood up looking down at my pale limp body. I slide my breasts out and start twisting the tips and running my tongue over my lips. I watch as he pushes his jeans over his thighs and they then fall to his feet. He kicks them away and his boxers follow.
He stands in the glowing lamp. My eyes take him in, he watches my reaction and smiles when my eyes rest on his cock.
It is a masterpiece. His hand reaches down and slowly strokes over and polishing the tip, then slides back a stroke. Over and over he strokes. My pussy is drenched.
It has been so long since I saw a man naked. Not since I was taken by my college professor in my last year of college. The fear tore through me. He is too big. I can't take that kind of pain. Not again.
I must of been shaking my head. He whispered to me to relax. He sank to his knees and grasped my fists and massage them open. He caresses me till I am limp once more. My eyes, all this time, look down at his beautiful thick cock.
He places my right hand around the head of his cock. When he let go and my hand slid over him, his head fell back and he sighed. "Just touch me. Do what you want? What you feel comfortable with."
The power, I just realized I had, surged through me. I raise up to my knees and leaned in. My nipples brushed his chest and he groaned. Still not touching me he just leaned in and crushed our lips together. Our lips slid over each others with little nibbles here and there. His cock slides still, through my fingers. His precum, slippery, coats over the head of his cock.
Suddenly his face pinches and he whimpers. The grip tightens and he unloads hot steaming cum into our hands. His chest tickles my hard nipples. We both growl at the same time, our bodies fall back onto the blanket. He rips off my panties and sinks his, still hard, cock into my slippery folds.
Our orgazms rip through the both of us, our eyes still locked. He stays in me, because I lock my legs around his hips. He doesn't mind being trapped. He looks down at me with hooded, amused eyes. We rock into a slow rythym, and we are on the edge once again.
As he pounds the last five hard strokes, he starts reciting his fantasy in soft deep whispers. His voice breaks and stutters through a slow burning orgasm for the two of us.
The fire, from our encounter, banks slowly and we part. Like magnets, our bodies are hard pressed to part.
He stood, and grabbed his jeans from the ground and walked to to trees. After a few minutes I knew he wouldn't return.
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