breathless, as I gasped. In some strange way, I felt as if this was more than just a casual dinner between acquaintances.
Just being with him, in this way, seemed like it was… more. I felt like I was entering the outer realms of our very limited relationship. It almost felt like an initiation to the other side that has now been approved and activated. The fraternizing issues were no longer a factor, because I was out of school now. So the truth is, there was no limits standing between us now. But would I allow anything to happen between us? Did he want something to happen? I didn’t want to think about it, so I took a deep breath and decided to just… see what happens.
“You okay, Jess?” He asked, concern etched on his face.
“Oh, Professor, let’s dance,” I blurted out. The alcohol had loosened my tongue and I wanted to just do what I felt like doing, which at the moment was to dance.
“Okay,” he muttered, and helped me out of the booth. As we made our way to the dance floor, I found myself rambling about my night. I’d told him about that insane party, and my last minute plans to stay in town tonight. I was trying to do something I normally wouldn’t do with men, and that was to live in the moment.
As soon we reached the dance floor, I turned towards him, and immediately stopped talking. I stood there, thinking that maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. But before my nerves could get the best of me, he roped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. My breath hitched as my mouth parted, and he smirked at me.
“It’s alright, Jess, to come closer. I’ve got you,” he uttered, as he stepped closer to me. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he grabbed my other hand. Oh god . We just stood there, motionless, while breathing each other in.
We were now face-to-face, closer than we’ve ever been, while our bodies almost touched. There was maybe half an inch between us, and it was too much for me to handle. I felt like his touch and his scent were making me even tipsier, than I already was . I could get drunk off of him.
He continued to stare at me, with a thirst in his eyes so intense, it was making me tremble. We began to sway to the music as we gazed at each other, and I wondered what he was thinking. For two songs our bodies swayed to the soft jazz, in the semi-darkened room. There we were, growing closer and more comfortable with one another. By the second song, my head ended up on his chest, and his nose buried in my hair.
By the time the third song started, my arms were wrapped around his neck, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly and I wasn’t alone. He was in the zone himself, as both his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if I was his prey. I would see his eyes lower periodically, to my lips and then he’d pulled me even closer to his hard body. I’ve always had an overwhelming desire for him, but I always put all my energy into fighting it. But now, I don’t think I had any more fight left in me.
I didn’t know if I could resist this man, if he actually wanted more with me. I couldn’t believe that my body was reacting to him, in such an overpowering way. I guess I could lie to myself all I wanted too, but the body never lies. He was hard-pressed against my stomach, and I was soaking wet.
After we danced to the third song, we then left the lounge, and headed toward the elevators. I think both of us were tipsy and insanely aroused, but I was no longer fighting it. I wanted him to fuck me, tonight. We rode up to the seventh floor in silence, but the dirty thoughts that passed between us, were very obvious. I still wasn’t sure what could be done about it, he was so out of my league. But I was willing to find out, I think.
I was already feeling the emptiness that was now consuming me, since we’d left the dance floor. A few minutes ago he’d released me on the dance floor and grabbed my hand, and I felt my world slowly
Just being with him, in this way, seemed like it was… more. I felt like I was entering the outer realms of our very limited relationship. It almost felt like an initiation to the other side that has now been approved and activated. The fraternizing issues were no longer a factor, because I was out of school now. So the truth is, there was no limits standing between us now. But would I allow anything to happen between us? Did he want something to happen? I didn’t want to think about it, so I took a deep breath and decided to just… see what happens.
“You okay, Jess?” He asked, concern etched on his face.
“Oh, Professor, let’s dance,” I blurted out. The alcohol had loosened my tongue and I wanted to just do what I felt like doing, which at the moment was to dance.
“Okay,” he muttered, and helped me out of the booth. As we made our way to the dance floor, I found myself rambling about my night. I’d told him about that insane party, and my last minute plans to stay in town tonight. I was trying to do something I normally wouldn’t do with men, and that was to live in the moment.
As soon we reached the dance floor, I turned towards him, and immediately stopped talking. I stood there, thinking that maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. But before my nerves could get the best of me, he roped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. My breath hitched as my mouth parted, and he smirked at me.
“It’s alright, Jess, to come closer. I’ve got you,” he uttered, as he stepped closer to me. I placed my hand on his shoulder as he grabbed my other hand. Oh god . We just stood there, motionless, while breathing each other in.
We were now face-to-face, closer than we’ve ever been, while our bodies almost touched. There was maybe half an inch between us, and it was too much for me to handle. I felt like his touch and his scent were making me even tipsier, than I already was . I could get drunk off of him.
He continued to stare at me, with a thirst in his eyes so intense, it was making me tremble. We began to sway to the music as we gazed at each other, and I wondered what he was thinking. For two songs our bodies swayed to the soft jazz, in the semi-darkened room. There we were, growing closer and more comfortable with one another. By the second song, my head ended up on his chest, and his nose buried in my hair.
By the time the third song started, my arms were wrapped around his neck, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly and I wasn’t alone. He was in the zone himself, as both his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if I was his prey. I would see his eyes lower periodically, to my lips and then he’d pulled me even closer to his hard body. I’ve always had an overwhelming desire for him, but I always put all my energy into fighting it. But now, I don’t think I had any more fight left in me.
I didn’t know if I could resist this man, if he actually wanted more with me. I couldn’t believe that my body was reacting to him, in such an overpowering way. I guess I could lie to myself all I wanted too, but the body never lies. He was hard-pressed against my stomach, and I was soaking wet.
After we danced to the third song, we then left the lounge, and headed toward the elevators. I think both of us were tipsy and insanely aroused, but I was no longer fighting it. I wanted him to fuck me, tonight. We rode up to the seventh floor in silence, but the dirty thoughts that passed between us, were very obvious. I still wasn’t sure what could be done about it, he was so out of my league. But I was willing to find out, I think.
I was already feeling the emptiness that was now consuming me, since we’d left the dance floor. A few minutes ago he’d released me on the dance floor and grabbed my hand, and I felt my world slowly
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