She was hot, the girl of my dreams, and all she was thinking about was using her talented oral skills to please me, to drive me crazy and make me cum. She knows taking me deep into her throat while squeezing my balls will bring me to the edge, to that point of no return. I'm lost in sensations threatening to overwhelm me.
Beep, Beep, Beep!
I stretch and hit the alarm off button as I awaken with a morning hard-on. I remember dreaming, something erotic, but I can't remember much about it. However, my "stiffness meter" indicates it might have been pretty good. Rolling out of bed, I awkwardly pull on my underwear and stumble to the shared bathroom to pee and shower. I'll be at work in forty minutes prepping to prepare breakfast for sixty-plus overnight guests.
Even if the pay isn't great and the early hours suck, at twenty-two, I'm lucky to have this job as number three line chef at one of northern Vermont's premier historic Inns. Twenty-one other people also work at the restaurant, the majority of which are seasonal hires, with over half of those being female.
If we want it, seasonal employees can have a room on the top two floors of an Inn-owned dorm located nearby. It's that, or else you must find other accommodations on your own. While the dorm rooms are small, sparsely furnished, and share a bathroom on each floor, they are free. It wasn't a hard choice to live in the dorm.
Restaurant work can be hard with long hours, and most of us are also living in close quarters of the dorm, so friendships develop quickly in this intimate environment. And sex, either as a topic for discussion or as an activity, is never far from anyone's mind.
On that matter, my interests have focused on two female coworkers. There's a connection with one girl, but I'm also confused by her, and the other girl, if I'm honest, is certainly more about my state of perpetual horniness than any romantic interest.
For a while, I've chatted up Linda, a blondish twenty-year-old. She's friendly, talkative, and has a quick smile. Her looks and body make her a cheerleader fantasy for most guys. We've spent a considerable amount of time together talking but, it's become clear she's still in love with an on-and-off-again ex-boyfriend that is at the moment off again. It is also evident all other guys are in her friends-only group until she finds closure.
One evening, when I'm fed up hearing all about Mr. X, I tell her he is a stupid fuck, and she's a fool if she doesn't recognize that.
We've hardly spoken since I made that keen observation known to her. Honesty sometimes has a price.
The other girl, the confusing one, is Cindy. She's twenty-one, has short dark hair, green eyes, flawless skin, and on occasion, a wonderful smile. Sadly, she seldom seems to smile. She stands five feet four inches tall with a lean, athletic body, narrow hips, flat waist and petite breast. But, In a thin cotton t-shirt on a cold day, her nipples are pretty damn outstanding! Yes, I've noticed!
Cindy is not shy in speaking her mind but is somewhat in your face, even angry at times for no apparent reason. That's what confuses me. I don't know why or who she's mad at, and if asked, she replies, "It's nothing!"
I'm attracted to Cindy, but I'm uncertain of what to make of her personality's edgy and angry side. So, I've remained a little cool and distant when we talk or are together.
But I have to admit I find her adorable, and I always notice her when she's around.
One evening, after a hard workday, we "dorm rats" are hanging out on the stairway, doing our best to kill a case of cold beer. There's music playing, pizza to share and lots of talking and laughter. At times some are dancing to their favorite tunes on the landing. It's a relaxing evening for everyone.
Before the event winds down, I noticed Cindy on the landing swaying to the music and starting to dance. Surprisingly, she begins a slow expressive modern free dance, beautifully performed with flowing, hypnotic moves.
I can't look away as Cindy's lithe body contorts to the musical rhythm. Her motion expresses the mood of the music perfectly as her bare feet float across the floor. There's a small smile as she pauses for a moment to gather and tie her loose shirt under her small breasts, exposing a flat and toned mid-drift. A small white gold ring is in her pierced belly button above tight light-weight dark grey leggings riding low on narrow hips. She again dances as my eyes follow her every move, and I memorize every detail.
I've not seen this side of Cindy before, and I find myself reevaluating every previous thought I've had of her.
The music fades to silence, and I manage to turn away long enough to wish good-night to the last of our group retiring to their rooms. As they depart, I see in their eyes and knowing smiles they understand and approve of whatever is happening between Cindy and me.
Cindy moves to a spot just in front of where I'm seated on the bottom steps as the music begins again. It is just the two of us now. Cindy gracefully sways to the music, then pivots with her back to me as she slowly begins to bend at the waist. Her hands move to her ankles, stretching her leggings tightly across her firm ass. While continuing to sway slightly, she slowly brings both hands up the insides of her thighs before meeting to caress between her legs.
Only inches from my face, the thin legging material leaves little to my imagination. There's no trace of underwear beneath, and I catch an enticing scent of sexual arousal from a noticeable small damp spot where her hands are playing. I take a deep intoxicating breath as my cock begins to harden.
Hearing Cindy's giggle, I flush as I realize she has me exactly where she wants me, totally flustered and aroused. She stands slowly and turns, facing me, inching forward until only the thin material of her leggings separates her mound from my face. Directing my eyes upwards to look into her own, she whispers, "Can we go somewhere more private?"
I am beyond my earlier uncertainties and reservations about Cindy. Hell, I'm beyond caring or even thinking clearly as I rearranged my hard cock and stand, taking her hand.
Our desires spill over into deep passionate kisses as my room door closes behind us. We cling to each other momentarily until Cindy, with some effort, breaks our kiss and pushes me to a sitting position on the edge of my bed.
"Now, where were we," she grins while unbuttoning and dropping her shirt, revealing petite breasts with lovely pointed nipples as she turns her back to me. With her feet slightly apart, she again doubles over but doesn't reach for her ankles this time. Instead, she hooks her thumbs in the waist of her leggings and slips them down, ever so slowly, revealing a lovely ass and bare pouting pussy.
"You're quite the tease aren't you?" I ask while trying to keep my voice steady as my heartbeat pounds in my head.
"Not often, but you can take it beyond being just a tease anytime you want," Cindy responds nervously.
Taking that as permission, I swiftly help finish removing her leggings and gently run my hands up the outside of silky legs to caress and knead beautiful smooth ass checks.
"So lovely," I whisper to myself while leaning forward until my lips and tongue gently kiss her exposed glistening pussy. I hear a slight gasp and the release of a held breath from Cindy as the sweet nectar gathered by my tongue inflames my needful lust to continue exploring the wet secrets of her delightful sex.