so this thought came to mind sometime last night
She cracked an eye open again just to get another glimpse of the guy, hard at work. She pressed her body back against him, feeling him pound into her at this rough pace. She couldn't help but give a shaky smirk, shifting a little to get comfortable again. The sound of their panting and his flesh meeting hers filled the area, along with the occasional moan of pleasure that came from her mouth, feeling the other's teeth bite at her neck.
How lucky had she been?
She had, in fact been looking for someone else. The strangest thing was that she was looking for someone who looked exactly like this guy. The same hair, the same look, even the same style in clothing. When she greeted him in her own rough way, he turned around to glare with his cigarette still burning. She had to make a comment on how he didn't look much like a smoker, and instead of being calm like he usually was, he just snapped back at her.
It was the wrong guy.
It became obvious after a while, but that's just how it was. The guy thought she was crazy, and she didn't take very kindly to that remark. Thus, the banter turned into taunting on her side. The conversation took a strange turn. She commented on a few other aspects of this guy's character. In return, the guy commented on her body, killing the cigarette. It didn't seem like it would take a long time for the tension to take over.
And it didn't disappoint.
She led him aside before pulling him by his collar, soon noticing that the space between them became nothing almost instantly, his lips just about attempting to devour hers with her fighting right back.
This guy however, wasn't as submissive as the other.
Instead, she'd find herself pressed between this guy and a wall as the two kissed heatedly, a hand of hers reaching up to tug on his hair while his tore away at her clothes, trying to feel her chest through the wrapping before pulling at that too. They both appeared to be impatient, with her using her free hand to pop buttons on his shirt and revealing his chest before working at the belt he's wearing, since he's moving just as fast himself.
It all progressed from there. With his pants barely hanging onto his legs and hers down enough for him to push what he has to to the side and get himself into her. It would continue on, with the boy slamming his hips against hers, with her pulling him closer, her nails digging into him as she pushes back against his movements. Even after they begun she'd taunt him, asking if this was all he had in him to which he'd respond by thrusting himself deeper inside.
The situation was surprising, especially due to how fierce this guy was. He was the antithesis of the guy she had been looking for and yet, they looked the exact same. There wasn't any time to think about it, she couldn't find the time to let a thought like that cross her mind as she felt herself get closer pulled him into another fierce kiss, their wet tongues wrestling. As she felt herself come, the guy was quick to pull out and use his hand momentarily, finishing on her stomach.
They tried catching their breath, bare chests together as he moves away first, fixing himself back into his pants and retrieving a cigarette from his pack. She did the same herself, fixing her shirt and pants before he pressed his back on the wall next to her, holding out a cigarette for her too.
There wasn't much to say afterwards.
It just happened, and the only question was... what then?
How lucky had she been?
She had, in fact been looking for someone else. The strangest thing was that she was looking for someone who looked exactly like this guy. The same hair, the same look, even the same style in clothing. When she greeted him in her own rough way, he turned around to glare with his cigarette still burning. She had to make a comment on how he didn't look much like a smoker, and instead of being calm like he usually was, he just snapped back at her.
It was the wrong guy.
It became obvious after a while, but that's just how it was. The guy thought she was crazy, and she didn't take very kindly to that remark. Thus, the banter turned into taunting on her side. The conversation took a strange turn. She commented on a few other aspects of this guy's character. In return, the guy commented on her body, killing the cigarette. It didn't seem like it would take a long time for the tension to take over.
And it didn't disappoint.
She led him aside before pulling him by his collar, soon noticing that the space between them became nothing almost instantly, his lips just about attempting to devour hers with her fighting right back.
This guy however, wasn't as submissive as the other.
Instead, she'd find herself pressed between this guy and a wall as the two kissed heatedly, a hand of hers reaching up to tug on his hair while his tore away at her clothes, trying to feel her chest through the wrapping before pulling at that too. They both appeared to be impatient, with her using her free hand to pop buttons on his shirt and revealing his chest before working at the belt he's wearing, since he's moving just as fast himself.
It all progressed from there. With his pants barely hanging onto his legs and hers down enough for him to push what he has to to the side and get himself into her. It would continue on, with the boy slamming his hips against hers, with her pulling him closer, her nails digging into him as she pushes back against his movements. Even after they begun she'd taunt him, asking if this was all he had in him to which he'd respond by thrusting himself deeper inside.
The situation was surprising, especially due to how fierce this guy was. He was the antithesis of the guy she had been looking for and yet, they looked the exact same. There wasn't any time to think about it, she couldn't find the time to let a thought like that cross her mind as she felt herself get closer pulled him into another fierce kiss, their wet tongues wrestling. As she felt herself come, the guy was quick to pull out and use his hand momentarily, finishing on her stomach.
They tried catching their breath, bare chests together as he moves away first, fixing himself back into his pants and retrieving a cigarette from his pack. She did the same herself, fixing her shirt and pants before he pressed his back on the wall next to her, holding out a cigarette for her too.
There wasn't much to say afterwards.
It just happened, and the only question was... what then?