Waiting

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You work all the time. Your brilliance and passion are what made me first notice you. When I first heard you speak, it made my cunt snap to attention. Listening to you was like a drug, and I wanted to stay high as long as possible.

When I told you I was interested, you seemed surprised, like you were not even aware of the effect you had over me. You were polite and friendly, but distant, like you were unsure if I was joking or not.

I pursued you, and you always gave me just enough attention to keep me coming back. But your work, fuck, your work, always took priority. You had things to do, and places to go, and I was left waiting, just waiting to hear you again.

I began to have fantasies about you. Horribly perverse fantasies, of finding you, listening to you in public, and then “introducing” myself to you and shaking your hand with the same hand I had just pulled out of my pussy minutes before in the restroom. I wanted to take that hand, still wet with cunt juice, and rub it all over my neck so that when I hugged you, you smelled me.

I  wanted to follow you to a private room, drop to my knees with no words, and open your belt, unzip your pants, and suck your cock while we were both fully dressed. I wanted you to come in my mouth and on my tits, so that I could taste and smell you during your next lecture, and feel my breast sticking to my bra, adhered to it by your come. I would then wait for you to look at me, to acknowledge me with some glimpse of your former self, but no. That would have to wait.

Always waiting.

The waiting is now over. When I see you, work will be the furthest thing from your mind. In fact, your mind will not even engage me, just your cock. You will follow me to your room, walking behind, always discreetly behind, and wait for me to go in.

I will get down on the floor, lean my head, chest, and stomach over the bed, and pull my skirt and petticoat up for you, so that you know that I am serious. With no words, no kissing, and no pretense, you will get down on your knees, take your cock out of your pants, and shove it straight into my wet, waiting pussy. You will fuck me slowly at first, again, as if you are still unsure, but once your cock tastes my pussy, you start going faster. I reach down between my legs, rub my clit, and then bring the fingers up for you to suck on. The combination of simultaneously fucking and tasting my pussy drives you crazy, and you start to shoot stream after stream of come into me, all the way from my pussy to my cervix.

When you finally pull out, I turn around, smile at you, and use my skirt and petticoat to wipe the come from between my legs. I reach once again into my cunt, and pull out a fingerfull of your come, and pop it into my mouth, like a girl with a lollipop.

Then I stand up, rub the come on my lips, and walk out the door, leaving you waiting for the next time. Waiting, always waiting.