Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 7th Flake
Dreams come back to me. Her face close to mine lips touching, tongues dancing I get swept away in the fantasies that fill my head and heart. The only sound is beat of my heart and soaking sounds I also feel between my fingers.
With every passing of the rim, wetting my hand even more. The tickling of her hair covering my face drive me into a frenzy. My head thrown back over the seat I slap myself hard and fast. I felt the pressure build at the base and I kept going till the tension left me with small waves into my pants. A sigh of relieve escapes my dry lips I lick with great care.
Taken into my own little world I never noticed the door been opened and Ms Sneaux walk back up to my desk.
“Can’t believe I finally found you…”
-“I am sorry, you were saying Mr. Charmalot.”
My hand is pulled from my pants dripping with creamy substance I just expelled thinking of her. A quick look I hide it fast as I could behind my back. It is cold and wet as it hit the bare back. My face must have turned red of that I am sure and smile a forced smile and laugh.
“I… Haha.. I was uhmm… well… you…” I stuttered like never before, falling seven stories from heaven over my own tongue. Face first right into this embarrassing situation.
A glance showed she to was blushing. “What were you doing just now?”
‘my god she saw me wank off, she watched me as I came. Did she see, hear? How could I have missed her coming back out of that room.’ A hurricane of questions whirled through my head with her standing their playing with her robe.
“Did you… see?” She nods slowly looking away from my eyes. “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. All day I been with the girl of my dreams.”
-“Well I guess it is okay, it must feel like you are at home then. Since we share this apartment for the upcoming weeks. Though maybe you could use the bedroom next time.” Her cheeks turn a brighter red. Lips bitten by her pearly whites. Such difference in colours with her black hair sticking wet to her skin.
“Wait… what… stuck here?”I slam my dirty hand onto the desk and stand up with my pants undone. How much more embarrassing can I get. White smudges left and right on the fabric.
It turns her away and turn her back to me. “Would you mind cleaning up first in your bedroom.” Soon as she was done giving me a hint on the situation I just put her in, she walk off back to her the door she entered earlier. “I tell you after Mr. Charmalot.”
I stood quietly and frozen in place. Unable to move as my muscles were frightened and scared from this uncomfortable, and disturbing scene I put her in. ‘Now I may have humiliated myself enough for her not to ever want me.’
To be continued…