I saw you coming toward me, the smile grew upon your face, the clock struck midnight, the fireworks started to light up the night sky in the distance.
You hugged me in a tight embrace and said “Happy New Year”, I wanted to hold you for an eternity, and kiss your soft, plump lips. Instead, I let you go as I say “Happy New Year” in return. The perfect kiss would never eventuate.
Again I’m just that little bit internally crushed that I can’t tell you how I really feel about you.
How I want so much more from you than you could ever imagine.
I want to slowly undress you, running my hand down your chest, stomach and to the top of your pants.
I want to kiss you, so passionately that you get hard just thinking about how good it feels.
I want to kiss your neck, your chest, your navel as I undo your pants, and pull them down in anticipation of what is about to greet me. You don’t stop me, the look on your face tells me you want this as much as me.
I slide my hand in your boxer shorts, and wrap it around your manhood, it hardens quickly in my hand. I look up at your eyes as I remove your boxer shorts, exposing my hand on your hard, throbbing penis.
I stroke slowly, and lick the tip. Just the tip, before looking up at your eyes, and taking its entirety into my mouth.
You moan uncontrollably in pleasure, and disbelief that we’re actually doing this, we’ve gone from friends to forbidden lovers in that instant, and I couldn’t be more turned on. Your arousal by the sight of your penis sliding in and out of my mouth can’t be hidden, your hand finding it’s way to the back of my head. Pushing and releasing as I suck your pulsating pleasure probe.
My tongue pushing firmly on the underside of the shaft as I cup your balls in my hand. My other hand now working your shaft alongside my mouth. Your moaning is causing a wetness and tingling within me. My panties getting wet with excitement.
I feel your balls tighten right as you hold my head tight, allowing you to cum with force in my throat. You couldn’t control yourself.
I suck out every drop, and swallow the warm load, before pulling up your boxers and pants as I stand up, and kiss you one last time before I turn and start to walk away.
We’ve crossed the line. Older woman/younger man. Friends turned fuck buddies. Could this be a continual thing?
In the most pleasurable and arousing of ways we had crossed that line.
And I wanted more.
I wanted you inside me, fucking me hard.
I wanted to sit on your face, and face fuck you, until I cum all over you.
I wanted to spend days in bed with you, naked and fucking. Oh how I wanted all of this to actually be….
But I knew, that my imagination would be the only recipient of that pleasure.
You’re gorgeous self is not in the least bit interested in an older, fat woman like me.
My soul is just that little bit more crushed as I watch you enjoy the fireworks display, totally oblivious to the aroused state I’m in, and how I want you inside me.
The risk of losing your friendship not worth telling you how I really feel and what I really want from you.
I can’t lose you, even if my true feelings destroy me slowly inside.
Through the eyes of a fat chick 