My confession by Jenny Davidson(Current Rating 81/100, based on 8 votes)
Dear Daniel,
I have to tell you the truth about how I feel, and what I think about. I want you, in a way that I’ve never wanted anything before. This is my confession. I can’t find the courage to tell you face to face, but I have get it out, tell someone, tell you. The last time we met for out “meeting,” this is what really happened.
I’m sitting waiting for you at the cafe we always visit when we have our “meetings,” sipping my coffee and poking at the clams in my clam chowder. I organize in my mind the things I want to talk to you about, wondering if my short black skirt and low cut green blouse will catch your attention today. I assure myself that if I had been reading you correctly, then you’ll notice. My eyes flicker towards the entrance as someone walks in, its not you. The waitress comes to refill my coffee and I smile at her, as she complements my hair.
I’m distracted by the tightening in my core. My stomach flips as I imagine telling you how I really feel. What would you say if I told you that almost every time we part I go to my car and smooth my finger tips over my wet, swollen clit imagining that they are your tongue, flicking it and tugging on it, as I picture you sucking it into your mouth? Then what if I told you when I can’t stand it any longer I plunge my fingers deep inside my pussy, imagining them as your cock until I cum? Would you be surprised? What if you knew, I drive home or back to work with my pussy tingling and imagining what it would be like to suck your cock?
An image of your wife intrudes into my thoughts and my heart drops. You don’t belong to me; I’m only a client to you, I remind myself ruefully. The memory of seeing you walking down the sidewalk hand in hand with her flashes in my mind. My eyes dart around the café as I desperately look around for something to redirect my thoughts. Butterflies go crazy in my stomach and I’m struggling to swallow past the sudden lump in my throat.
The rain starts again almost at the same moment you pull in, and I stare out the window watching you park your green car. I smile, and think of your icy blue eyes, your warm smile. My pussy tingles, and subconsciously I rake my fingers through my hair, sitting up straight, careful to cross my legs perfectly so that you can see my thigh as you approach our booth.
“Hi,” you voice is enthusiastic and warm as you motion to the waitress and grin at me before you slide into the booth.
“Hello,” my eye’s lock on yours, they seem even bluer then normal, I squeeze my thighs together intensifying the tiny pulses of excitement fluttering through me in response to the sight of you.
“How’s the new job?” your voice caresses me.
“Fine,” I tell you, shrugging my shoulders. My hand rests on my thigh and I drag my finger tips as far up my leg as I can just barely touching my skin. I imagine them as your fingertips. My cheeks suddenly flush and I sip my coffee, diverting my eyes out the window as you order from the waitress. I feel my nipples harden at my own thoughts and find myself hoping that you notice.
I pretend to listen to you intently as you tell me about what’s new with the corporation you work for, and how I might benefit from some new programs. The tones in your voice float across the table wrapping around me like a silk blanket. Looking into your eyes, I wish that I could touch myself without being caught. I decide daringly to try and my pussy tightens and tingles in anticipation. I giggle at something you say, and uncross my legs shifting slightly towards the wall. My heart begins to thump against my ribs, and heat flushes my chest and face. I watch your lips as you sip from your cup, accidently bumping your knee as I try to casually position myself.
“Sorry,” I offer smiling sweetly.
You wink, and continue telling me about the new programs. My legs are spread far enough apart to feel the cool air caress my inner thighs; the feeling sends tingles down the length of my legs. My toes curl in my heels as I put my hands in my lap then take a deep breath.
You pause, and I catch you glancing at the peek of lace poking out of my blouse, as you take a small bite of your chowder. I smile, when our eyes meet again and slipped my hand between my legs. Its warm there and the skin of my inner thigh is ultra sensitive.
“I walked by your house yesterday,” I tell you, hearing the unevenness in my own voice. “You must have been cooking outside, I seen that your grill was going.” I smile awkwardly, feeling my chest tighten in a version of jealousy at your family orientated afternoon the day before. My fingers linger at my inner thigh.
A quick smile flashes across your face then falls away. “Yeah we barbequed, you should have poked your head in.”
I watch you sip your coffee as the smile returns to your face.
“I didn’t want to intrude,” I say tilting my head and wondering if I’m reading into the broad grin on your face. My fingers touch the inside of my folds, I linger enjoying the hot wetness of my sex. I remind myself not to move my whole arm, and just my fingers.
I start telling you about the college classes I signed up for, while my finger glides slowly over my clit. My pussy clenches as little pulses of pleasure radiate through me. I have to concentrate on speaking evenly and holding a neutral expression.
Your gorgeous eyes flash mischief, and your grin widens as you listen. My fingers close around my clit, and I tug softly sending my body into a slight quiver.
“Are you cold,” you ask still grinning.
“Oh, no not really, I just caught a shiver.”
Could you know what I’m doing? I don’t think so. The thought of you knowing, makes my fingers slide a little faster through the slick valley of my pussy. My clit swells further as juices seep onto my fingers, and I can’t help but to suck in an uneven breath. An urge to slip my heels off and massage your cock with my toes under the table hits me strongly. I slip the heel of my left foot and run my toes down the back of my right calf, as I wait for the urge to pass.
“Excuse me for a moment,” you say before slipping out of the booth and heading for the bathroom. I watch you walk, flicking my eyes over your broad shoulders down your back before resting them on your ass as you disappear around the corner. My gaze casually wanders around the café, to make sure no one is watching me, then I dip my fingers into my soaked pussy. I imagine my fingers are yours, moving inside of me as you crouch over me watching me, before you kiss me hungrily. I massage the walls of my twitching pussy, while my thumb continues to slide over my clit in a slow even motion. I want to move faster, and go deeper but people are all around me.
I stop and lean forward as the waitress approaches the table. She lifts an eyebrow at me, as she refills our cups and I feel my stomach tighten. My pussy begs for me to continue but I’m worried that I’ve been caught by the waitress. She say’s nothing and walks away, just as you are returning to our booth.
“You look really nice,” by the way you say flashing a brilliant grin.
“Thank you,” I smile broadly and look shyly to the table. Your knee bumps mine and I shift so that your knee comes to rest between my legs. I can almost feel the heat of your body. Again I catch you sneaking a peek at my tits, my nipples are hard and I can tell you took notice, by the intensity in your eyes and the clench of your jaw.
We make small talk for another half hour, all the while I’m thinking about making love to your cock with my tongue. My fingers dance around my clit, and dip into my pussy. It feels so good, and it’s so exciting to please myself while I sit across from you in a room full of people. I bring myself near orgasm several times.
I still my fingers when you give a hand gesture to the waitress signaling for the check then slip them out dripping with cum to rest my hand on my lap.
“I guess it’s my turn,” I mumble as I maneuver out of the booth. I feel your eyes on me as I make my way to the bathroom, swinging my ass a little more then usual. Thankfully I find the bathroom unoccupied, and quickly flip the light on and lock the door behind me. In one quick movement I hike my skirt up around my waist, and sit on the toilet with my legs spread wide. I feverishly stroke my slick pussy with one hand, and dip two of the fingers on my other deep inside me. I fuck myself, rocking my hips as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I’m engulfed with a hungry need to cum, as little purring sounds erupt from my throat. My fingers move expertly around my clit, and I gently push another finger into my ass. A soft moan escapes my lips, as I imagine you positioning yourself between my legs, your cock rigid and wanting. Another moan slips from my throat. I let my head fall back and begin to tremble. I picture the swollen head of your cock sliding over my clit back and forth. My juices begin to flow, and I purse my lips together to keep my moans from echoing through the door. The walls of my pussy spasm and I shake as wave after wave of erotic pleasure lap over my body.
Slowly my sated pussy stops twitching and my blurred vision returns tomorrow. I catch my breath and wait for my heart to return to a normal beat before standing to wash my hands. With my fingers under the faucet I glance at myself in the mirror and giggle, admitting silently that I couldn’t even wait to get to my car this time.
I take a second to fix my hair then open the door. I froze in mid step feeling my face go slack. You eyes burn into me like twin flames, your face slightly flushed. You’re standing right outside the bathroom door, and I realize, horrified, that you must have heard me.
“I paid the bill,” you say quietly, almost hoarsely as your eyes flick over my body.
“Oh, um thanks,” I can feel my face growing hotter by the moment, only this time from embarrassment. A slow grin slides onto your face and the same intensity I seen earlier flashes in your eyes. The bulge in your pants gives me hope that you liked what you heard.
I head towards the door, as my mind scrambles. Outside you walk me to my car, and when I turn around to say goodbye, you’re closer then I thought only a few inches from your face. You smile broadly, and rest your gaze on my lips for a moment.
Your eyes now burning, are darker then I’ve ever seen them, and I’m rendered speechless. As we always do, we hugged to say goodbye, but this time you pressed your erection against my taunt belly. My whole body flushes with renewed heat. And as you pull away, you brush a soft kiss across my cheek, something you’ve never done before.
“As always it was a pleasure to see you, give me a call and we’ll set something up for next week. I got some papers I want you to look at.” you tell me, your eyes still as dark as ink. Your jaw is clenched, and I wonder if you want to say more.
“Yeah, I look forward to our… chats,” I tell you, not sure what to say. “I’ll give you a call,” you adjust your jeans, nod your head then hold my gaze for a moment longer before turning to walk away. I watch you, then with a smile on my face and a racing mind I get in my car, and start planning for the next time.
Author: Jenny Davidson |
