Isn't it funny how we can sometimes sit next to each other, hardly talking, not in a negative sense, but being collegial, without ulterior motives or almost without. Because, without telling each other, we feel this desire for each other, this desire and this lust. You watch my muscles and my hips, bite your lips and always point your body in my direction and I watch your neck, your legs, your lips, always move my hips slightly back and forth when I think about you. Mostly when the other one isn’t even noticing it. And so we hover over the chairs and seats we use when we are in the same room. Always focused on the task at hand, but always with the sweet feeling of the thought of how the other might feel as we brush our fingertips over each other's skin, lips running over goosebumps, and the sounds of arousal if we would finally let go of our desires and open up. But we don't and we have no idea about the other. It's this silent tension where we both think we have these thoughts just for ourselves.

And we don't want to be offensive and yet would not be afraid to reveal our desires. But we don’t. Just feeling our desires.

But this time we noticed and then it happens that I can't take my eyes off your body as I lick my lips, bite my lips and watch your fingertips slowly run down your neck to your legs, over your knees. You want my eyes to follow you and where they follow your fingertips. Your legs are covered in goose bumps. You are aroused and also excited to finally spread your legs a little and let me watch your panties.

A beautiful thong, covered in lace, slightly see-through, already slightly damp, just as aroused as I am, my cock already slightly hard and pulsing, my hips already thinking about pumping inside you... hearing your cries and moans. But that's not what you have in mind, today you want to use me, you want to use my mouth and as I slowly walk towards you and kneel in front of you, we kiss and bite each other on the lips, briefly but so intensely. Before you take me under your skirt.

You feel my warm lips slowly moving over your goose bumps, my warm cheeks and beard alternately stroking and scratching your skin. My bites, which even make you angry for a moment, but very quickly greedy to finally feel my lips on your pussy. You may call the shots, but I set the pace and you quickly realize that I want to take the time to explore your body. Your legs, your skin and your scars. That I'm hungry and want to make sure you feel my tongue and lips almost devouring your thighs. My warm breath and face are almost palpable against your pussy, I can feel you dripping already, you leave warm wet marks on my cheeks as I kiss and bite along your legs and pubis, between that beautiful crease between your legs and belly. Your legs and your beautiful pussy.

You feel me kissing your thong, my lips building up the pressure to suck in the wetness you've left in the silk and your clit. Oh, you move your hips back and forth, you get more and more nervous, more and more. You rip your own thong apart and grab my hair so hard. I grab your legs and lift them over my shoulders so that your thighs can press firmly against my head with the feeling rising in your body. And it all happens in a split second.

In that moment we lose all control, I rip open your blouse to feel your breasts and let your nipples run between my lips as I slide my fingers of my other hand into your mouth to suck on them. It's that moment when you pull me almost brutally against your pussy to push your clit and pussy between my lips and rub my nose against your pubis, while at the same moment I'm sucking on your flesh, massaging it and gripping you so hard and tight too, feeling you closer and closer. That moment when I feel your body trembling, your thighs almost crushing my face, your hand not letting go but using my hair and my face on your pussy, relentlessly. Oh, you are a greedy little slut, but at this moment you are mine, my greedy little slut. And you're jerking and jerking and jerking. I can feel it. Your legs trembling and the tension in your muscles. Growing and letting go. And you realize that I'm not losing my hunger for your perfect body. While you scream when I pinch your nipples and moan and gag with my fingers in your mouth.

Until you can't even walk for an hour. You give me a kiss and thank me. And me? I wake up from this daydream. What felt like hours was that brief moment when we touched. Maybe you felt the same, maybe you didn't. We'll probably never find out.