To start I’ll describe myself. I have reddish brown wavy hair and blue-green eyes. I’m about 5’3 and petite in stature. I have perky 32D boobs and from what guys have told me “hershey kiss” nipples. I’ve also been told i have a “fat but tight” ass. Anyway, I’d been lusting after him for the past year. He was perfect. He was tall, dark hair, mysterious looking. He had broad shoulders and the way he walked was enough to make any girl crazy. Whenever I saw him I would stare longingly until he was out of sight. My best friends knew of course and joked with me about it but I couldn’t get him out of my head. I imagined what it would be like if I ever got the opportunity to fuck him. I would be happy just talking to him but talking isn’t what turns me on.

I would be animalistic with the way I kissed him. It would be passionate. Our tongues would be dancing as fluidly and sensually as it can happen. I’d bite his lower lip and run my tongue across it. He would grab me and throw me against the wall. His hands would be all over me. His hands were even sexy to me. Big and strong. Grabbing me all over; squeezing my boobs and roaming all over my ass. I’d be moaning quietly, biting my lip and holding back the scream of pleasure that was building inside of me. His hands would find their way under my shirt as he nibbled on my neck. I would be on fire at this point, wet and longing for him to touch my bare skin.

I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. I’d rip his shirt off and kiss his neck in thanks for the way he was making me feel. He’d follow suit and rip my shirt off. Squeezing my boobs and grunting out of lust. The bra would come off next and he’d attack my nipples with his touch. Sucking and nibbling on them. I would be getting wetter, the desire was immense. My hand would shoot to his jeans. His hard cock throbbing inside them. I’d grab his cock and rub it through his pants. Oh god I wanted it, it was so ready for me as hard as it was.

He could tell how bad I wanted him and he wanted me just as much if not more. He would start rubbing my pussy through my jeans. He would feel the heat emanating through them and his cock would get a little harder and I would squeeze it a little more. We would make eye contact and see nothing but lust. We would rip off each other’s pants at the same time. And as we would stand there in our thong on my end and boxers on his, we could do nothing but lunge at each other. It was all grabbing and rubbing and kissing and biting. We needed each other more than anything else.