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A Young Woman's Daydream

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: St_Charles_Chic Posted on: 25 Jul 2003 1 comments
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This is a mostly "romantic" story of a young woman and her daydream about her secret crush. Although a good portion of it reads like a cheap romance novel, the impression of an "ideal" romance is still there.I'm staring at you, but you don't even feel my eyes burning into the back of your neck. I wish, just once, you'd turn around. Just once? Oh well. I can dream, can't I? I'm glad we had class outside today. It's warm out, and the professor doesn't expect us to really pay attention. How could he, when there are people playing Frisbee only ten feet away from him? So I can daydream, and he won't care. I can daydream about how once, just once, when I'm watching you, you'll turn around and see me. I'll blush, because I'm always watching you, even though you don't know it. And you'll smile. You like it when girls blush. It makes you wonder what we're thinking. I don't mind telling you what I'm thinking. When you see me, I turn away for a second, but then I glance back, out of the corner of my eye. Your attention has turned back to the professor, but I can see you glance at me and I blush again. Caught by something in my eye, some telltale expression, you turn again to face me, and on an impulse I blow a kiss to you. You smile, and I think you're laughing at me. When class is over, I leave quickly, embarrassed to see you, too shy and scared to take the chance you will speak to me. Even in my daydreams I am nervous. How would you react if you knew how often I thought of you? If you knew *how* I thought of you? Somehow I doubt you'd blush. After all, you just don't seem the type. In my daydream, after you've seen me, and long after class is over, I see you in the dining hall. I know you've seen me because you start talking to your friends, and they all look at me. I turn away, afraid of what they may be thinking or saying about me. I'm not a model. Not like "her", the girl you dated all last year. But I'm me, the one with the slightly pretty face, the fair skin and the quirky attitude; and in my mind that should count for something, shouldn't it? Maybe it would count for something, if you knew me, even a little bit. I daydream about a class in which we have to work together, on a project. We spend time researching, talking, laughing. You finally get to know me, and I think maybe, maybe, you like what we have learned about each other, just a little. Then the next time I look at you, you look back and smile. The best part of my daydream is when you look for me. When you say you want to spend time with me. When I feel eyes burning a hole in my neck and see your eyes watching me. Your eyes sparkle with mischief and I wonder if you daydream the same way I daydream. For I've daydreamed every moment of what it would be like if you should touch me. I've daydreamed about your body, about your kiss. I think about you, standing tall over me, bending to kiss me. My lips part slightly and I feel the heat spread through me as my body melts in your arms. Your lips kiss a trail of hot fire down the side of my neck then up again so you can nibble on my ear. You excite me so much that my breath is quickly coming in short gasps and you haven't even undressed me. When you reach for the top button of my blouse I stop you. Even in my dreams I want to seduce you every step of the way. I slowly unbutton the blouse and arch my shoulders as I slip it off, so my breasts strain forward, catching your eyes. I see you smile, and again I stop you before you can touch me. I want to see just how hot I can make you without even touching you, without your touching me. I slowly slip my pants over my hips, easing them gently to the ground, then kick them to the side with my foot. I am now only in my bra and panties, and I can see your eyes have grown warm with desire. I then unhook the bra and as I ease it off, your arms catch mine, pinning them to my side. I have inflamed you and you will not stand alone any longer. Your lips sear mine and I find my reason melting away, fleeing until my brain only knows what my body knows, and I know I want you. I find myself on the bed. I don't know how I got there, but I am now fully nude to your gaze, everything gone from covering me, and you are nude to mine. In my daydreams you are wonderful to look at (I wish I could see it in truth! -- I'm sure you are just as wonderful...). I feel that delicious warmth spread through me and feel my juices dripping down my leg. I am hot for you, and you know this, but you are going to tease me now as I teased you before. You lie beside me and run your hands across my body, teasing, tickling over my breasts, lightly brushing the triangle of hair between my thighs. You roll over me, pinning me beneath your strong legs, your manhood pulsing against my stomach, and your lips find my breast, suckling on a nipple. It is too much and I arch and groan with pleasure, thrusting my hips against your legs, aching for fulfillment. You chuckle. I had the audacity to tease you before, so I will not be fulfilled so easily now. You run your hands down my side, then over my stomach, then slip your fingers between my wet lips. The release is immediate and overwhelming, and I shout my pleasure, arching hard against your hand. My eyes blink open and I see you licking your fingers, smiling at me. You lightly kiss my lips -- teasing me again with the butterfly touch of your tongue on mine. Then your lips travel down my body, stopping to tease each nipple to a rigid peak, traveling over my bellybutton, then moving teasingly away from where I want you most to kiss. "Do you *really* want me to taste you?" you ask, chuckling. I moan, my hands tangling in your hair. You oblige and set your tongue against my pulsing clit, teasing it again until it grows and grows and finally seems to burst as I shake with the pleasure of release. This time I am sad, for I have now had two while you have had none. You simply shrug and lie on your back, arms behind your head, challenging me to do something about the situation. I smile and reach out to take your rod in my hand. My hands are small, and it seems to me that your manhood pulses with a life of its own and will burst out of my small hands. I lean over to kiss the tip, licking the salty drop off. Then I raise my head to yours and kiss you, long and deep, and our tastes mingle. I slide my hips over yours and hold you against me, then slide down so you slowly, ever so slowly, slide inside me. It is heaven! Then you slowly move, as I rise and fall above you, my breasts heaving with every breath. I run my hands over your body, teasing your nipples, licking your chest with quick kisses that start your breath to gasps again. I can feel your urgency as your hands grasp my hips, pulling me hard against you. I lean forward to cover your mouth with mine, taking your tongue into me in a frantic kiss. Your body arches, I can feel you deep inside me as you shudder, and it triggers a release of my own. And in my daydream, when we wake, you kiss me and whisper soft words to me, and hold me. And as we lie there, I know that your arms are the right place to be. But still, it is all just a daydream. And when the daydream is over, I realize class has ended and everyone is standing up, brushing the grass off of themselves, and chatting. I stand slowly, my gaze stealing to watch you again, but you are talking to your friends with no sign you know of my dreams. Once, just once, you will see me. And then I will tell you of my daydreams. And you can make them true.