by
Original CK1

I walked into the room and there she stood. I had never seen this woman before in my life, but yet something inside me knew her. I went and took my usual position against the wall as my friends mingled around the room, something I never had the nerve to do.

I watched her all night, wondering whom she was, where she came from and trying to figure out if she was alone. My mind ached to understand this familiar feeling inside. Maybe I had seen her somewhere before, at the mall, the grocery store, driving down the street, maybe at another club. It was driving me crazy, where did I know this girl?

The night continued and so did my curiosity. I asked my friends did they know who she was, but nobody knew her. My girls told me to stop drooling and dragged me on the dance floor. Suddenly I found myself only a few feet away from her. My heart was pounding, my stomach was churning, what the hell was going on. I was losing my rhythm, trying to stay cool, dying for her to notice me, but praying she wouldn't approach me. I dropped my eyes for fear she would catch me staring. Finally, I just left the floor; I could not bare the closeness. So, I retreated back to my solitude, cursing myself the entire time for being such a coward.

I spent the rest of the night playing scenarios in my head of how I could approach her or what smooth lines I would say if she approached me, knowing I was just fooling myself. I would turn into a complete idiot if she even looked like she was coming my way.

These are the times I truly envy those who see what they want and go after it. Why couldn't I be more like my friend Caroline? Caroline could really work a room and she knew it. Although, sometimes she would take things a bit too far. Caroline didn't care if a girl was with someone or not. If she wanted her she was going to find someway to get to her. We spent many a nights trying to keep someone from kicking her ass.

I decided to walk to the bar and get a drink, since it was within my comfort zone. As I approached the bar she walked up beside me, waiting, as I was to get the bartenders attention. Again, my heart started pounding, my stomach starting churning and my mind was telling me a thousand things to say. "Say something dummy", the little voice inside me said. I turned and looked at her and froze. All I could do was smile, but she did smile back. Hey that was progress in my mind. The bartender came up and asked who was next. I looked and told her she could go ahead. She nodded and said thanks. Damn she was beautiful. She ordered two drinks and turned and said, "Thanks again". "No problem." I replied, as I watched her walk away. I ordered my drink and wondered whom she bought that second drink for. I walked back to my wall, but this time I found a chair and sat down.

I continued my infatuation. I peeped through the crowd watching, wondering, wanting. Suddenly she peeped back. "Oh shit," I thought, "she caught me." I looked again and she was still looking. Of course my heart started pumping and I was somewhat embarrassed. I looked again, but this time I didn't stop. Eye contact, yes, this is great. Just please don't try to talk to me. I am definitely not ready for that. Someone called me, I turned away and by the time I turned back she was gone. Another one lost. I looked around the entire room, she was no where to be found. I even walked in the bathroom, she was gone.

I rode home in silence that night mad at myself for letting her get away. It happens all the time, but somehow this seemed different. Something inside me knew this girl; something inside me wanted this girl. I walked in my apartment and threw my keys on the table. I sat down in the living room turned on some music and closed my eyes. I wanted to see her face again. I wanted to feel that familiar feeling again. I sat there for a few minutes just thinking about her, wondering where she was, who she was and if she was thinking about me. I walked up the stairs took off my clothes and hopped into the shower. Hoping to rinse away the stench of the club and the stupidity in my heart.

I lay across the bed, closed my eyes and made love to this girl I somehow knew, but yet had never seen before.

Suddenly I hear a knock at my door. I opened it and there she stood, she had followed me home. No questions were asked, not a word was said, I just took her by the hand. I closed the door behind her and pressed her body into the door with mine. I looked into her hazel eyes and that familiar feeling was there again. It almost seemed enough to have her there standing in front of me. I just wanted to look at her up close, but I needed to feel this woman from the inside, I had to know her from within.

I was trembling inside and she seemed so nervous. She started to speak, but I would not let her. I wanted no words to interfere with this moment. I raised my hand and caressed her face. Her skin was so soft. I ran my finger across her lips and they were even softer. Damn, I can't believe she is here.

I removed her jacket and tossed it on the chair. I wanted to walk her there, but I was afraid to move. So, I just continued to stand there and look at this beautiful woman who stood before me. Who are you? Where did you come from? Where have you been? All these were questions racing through my mind. Questions I dare not ask, not now. All I knew is that she was here, standing before me, ready to give herself to me completely. I bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, then on her right cheek, moving slowly across to her left cheek. Slowly I descended to her neck. She gasped slightly as I aroused her with soft wet kisses.

Her perfume was taking over my senses, it was all I could smell, and she was all I could see. Finally I felt as if I could move, so I led her upstairs, still not speaking a word, but we both were saying so much.

The music was playing in the background as we reached our destination. I reached to turn on the light but she stopped my hand. Her touch sent fire through my body. I took that delicate hand and placed it on the side of my face. Then I kissed the palm of her hand ever so gently, allowing my tongue to touch it lightly. I pulled her closer to me and brushed against her lips with mine. My heart was beating so fast and I felt as if I was about to lose my breath.

I lowered her down onto my bed and lowered myself on top of her. Her body was so soft; it felt as if I had lain upon a bed of feathers. Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you doing here? How do I know you? All these questions were still running through my mind and still I dare not ask.

I kissed her lips again, this time allowing my tongue to penetrate. It was a kiss filled with such passion and such hunger, I was afraid to let it end. I pulled her hands above her head and gently stroked her face as the kiss continued. I moved my hand down her arm to her breast. I was dying to hold them in my hands and aching to feel her hard nipples in my mouth. I wanted to just rip her blouse off, to hell with the buttons, I wanted her now. My hunger for her was growing and I seemed to be losing control. I knew that it did not matter to her what I did, she knew I was not going to hurt her. We were complete strangers with a trust between us that was unbelievable. Then suddenly I was taken over; I didn't want to make love to this girl, this girl I had never seen, this girl who was so familiar to me. I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to drive her crazy, I wanted to make her scream and shout and cum more times than she had ever cum in her life. I wanted to make her beg me to stop, then beg me not to. I no longer wanted soft caresses. I wanted to spank that ass, grab her hair and make her call my name.

I ripped open her blouse and snatched her bra open. Damn! These had to be the prettiest tities I had ever seen in my life. I raised her tiny skirt and tore off her panties. I buried my head in her breast and I sucked and kneaded and grazed them like a baby that had not been fed in days. My mind was becoming clouded and all I could think about was being inside her. There was no time for foreplay, I touched her gently, looked into her eyes and muffled her scream with a kiss as I shoved my fingers into her hungry wet pussy. My mind was screaming as loud as she was. I pushed my knee between her thighs to open her up some more. Her walls engulfed my fingers as if they were saying welcome home. I raised myself up threw her legs across my shoulders and pounded her with long, hard deep strokes. I looked into her eyes and I slowed my strokes, allowing her to feel my passion.

I stroked the inside top of her pussy until I hit that spot. I felt like a cowgirl at a Rodeo. She was bucking like a wild stallion and I was determined not to be thrown. I placed my hand beneath her, pulled her towards me and stroked that spot until she went limp in my arms. Her pussy gripped my hand and pushed it in and out as she came over and over again. Now it was time to turn her over.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. My eyes popped open and I sat up on the edge of the bed to gather myself. Damn, what a dream and who in the hell just interrupted me. Someone was about to get cursed out. "Who is it?" I yelled. I reached the bottom of the stairs pulled the door open and there she stood. I guess my dream was about to cum true.
THE END

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