LookingUp
02-10-2003, 8:39 PM
Releasing my head she turns away from me and I watch as she brings both hands to the sides of her breasts and slowly drags them down the side of her body smoothing her dress into the dips and curves that it's barely covering. As her hands round over her hips my eyes lock onto her ass which is about a foot in front of my face. The right hand swirls around her side and slightly cups the right cheek and then closes into a fist with the index finger tapping her butt. Again my mouth is without moisture as I stare at her mounds in front of me. She starts to tap harder and I come to my senses and start to close the gap between us but somethings wrong...I'm not getting any closer. Looking up I watch as she walks away and stops at the door. Not turning she again brings her hand to her butt and taps then walks out the door.
"Get going you fool" I hear someone yell. Quickly I search the room and no one is even looking at me. I realized that it was my own conscious, my fantacy awarness telling me to act. Moving as fast as I could without running I burst through the door and scoured the parking lot. Looking over and over I see nothing. Clenching both fists I throw them down at my side. "Damn it, shit..I can believe it"
"Believe what?" I hear. Snapping around there she is leaning up against the wall. "I asked you a question" she said firmly.
Dry mouth again...She pushes herself off the wall and walked right up to me. "Look" she says quietly but with authority "If you want me to own you, you have to know that your life will be mine. Your body will be mine and that thing" tapping my erection with the back of her hand " Useless as it is....is mine." Bringing her face to mine she smiles and then whispers..."You'll suffer you know...I'm a trampler" She turns and walks to her car and opens the door to the passenger side and puts her left foot in. Turning and looking over her shoulder she tosses her hair back and stares. My mind is doing a hundred miles an hour but I find myself at the drivers door as she laughs and gets in.
The drive was about an hour and I had no idea where I was..but I didn't care. She sat with her back to her door the whole drive and rubed her shoes all over me and poked at my face with her heels as she gave directions. Turning up a wooded drive I realized that I hadn't seen a house for about ten minutes. The stones crackeled under the tires as we came to a stop in front of what I assumed to be her home. As I opened her door she steps out and I say my first words..."It's quiet." Walking past me she gabs my shirt and drags me after her saying "They can't hear you either."
"Get going you fool" I hear someone yell. Quickly I search the room and no one is even looking at me. I realized that it was my own conscious, my fantacy awarness telling me to act. Moving as fast as I could without running I burst through the door and scoured the parking lot. Looking over and over I see nothing. Clenching both fists I throw them down at my side. "Damn it, shit..I can believe it"
"Believe what?" I hear. Snapping around there she is leaning up against the wall. "I asked you a question" she said firmly.
Dry mouth again...She pushes herself off the wall and walked right up to me. "Look" she says quietly but with authority "If you want me to own you, you have to know that your life will be mine. Your body will be mine and that thing" tapping my erection with the back of her hand " Useless as it is....is mine." Bringing her face to mine she smiles and then whispers..."You'll suffer you know...I'm a trampler" She turns and walks to her car and opens the door to the passenger side and puts her left foot in. Turning and looking over her shoulder she tosses her hair back and stares. My mind is doing a hundred miles an hour but I find myself at the drivers door as she laughs and gets in.
The drive was about an hour and I had no idea where I was..but I didn't care. She sat with her back to her door the whole drive and rubed her shoes all over me and poked at my face with her heels as she gave directions. Turning up a wooded drive I realized that I hadn't seen a house for about ten minutes. The stones crackeled under the tires as we came to a stop in front of what I assumed to be her home. As I opened her door she steps out and I say my first words..."It's quiet." Walking past me she gabs my shirt and drags me after her saying "They can't hear you either."