Hand's!

Hands!...
My hand's...
Still...
They felt nice...
So nice!
I was thinking about that guy, from yesterday!
He had wormed his way into my thoughts... new, fresh in my memory, he easily supplanted my go-to fantasies... boyfriends past, boyfriends gone... and strangers not reacted on. Some I missed, some I did not... but I wanted Dan.
Come on, Dan!, show me what you've got!
Do it to me!

I wished my fingers, resting on my body, were his... wished his hand would glide this way and that, over my body... his fingertips sliding lightly across me... gently caressing, gently asking of my flesh...
"Do you like this?"
"Is this OK with you?"
"Can I do more?"...
"Yes!", I whispered to him, in my mind... "Yes, it's OK!, with me!... do more!"
His finger's acknowleged my consent, slowly stroking my neck, brushed behind my ears and circling my face before travellng down me again... offering the potential of more.
I smiled, welcoming the thought of that... and thought about him, the way he looked, the way he had talked, the way he had been, with me.


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The day before yesterday...
He had called me the day before yesterday. His voice had been pleasant... clear, and concise. His name was Dan, he was the internet guy, he would come out tomorrow to connect it up, He'd be there out there at 8.00AM... confirmed the address... I'd ticked that off my list of things that were meant to happen... quietly pleased that that part of building a house was going to plan. Soon I'd be able to move out of town and into my dream home.

Then, he'd called again, yesterday morning, to apologise, because his boss had told to go somewhere else.
He'd asked and realised that I was making a special trip to be there for him... he'd hung up, confronted his boss with that fact and that he'd made a commitment to me... he needed to honour it. Called me back and told me he would still be coming out... I'd felt grateful, here was a guy who would put his neck out for me... over his bosses demands, demonstrating a commitment to honour his word.
Then my native scepticism kicked in... had he made that up?
Was this guy trying to get into my pants, by being nice to me, based purely on how I sounded?
What could he tell from my voice?
Nothing!
Hmmm!, I'd see how he reacted to my body!
If he tried to drool on me, I'd kick him in the ball's!
He'd need to be more subtle than that!

The following morning, I side-tracked to buy a coffee...
It wasn't a test, I told myself.
But lets see how he reacts to me being a little bit late...
I called him to let him know...
No problem!
Right!, I semi-believed the guy...

Had that been the start of it?
That... anticipation... that I felt about meeting a stranger?


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Anticipation!...
I opened my eyes at this thought, but I didn't stop my slow touching of myself.
Sighed softly... touched my tongue to my lips... then brought it back into my mouth, like I was touch-tasting some new food that I wasn't sure about. Finding it to my liking... and wanting more, more than a mere taste.
What would it be like, to have a guy like that?
Honest, committed to me...
What would he do to me?
What would he do for me?
Would he be good for me?...
Would he be too nice? Too cloying, too adoring... granted, I didn't want another brute, but I didn't want a slave either.
I wanted a good relationship, next time.
Maybe it would be good, with him?
I continued to think about him... and me.
With me, touching me, hands pleasing me...
Warming me slowly, carefully making my mind and body desire him... it.
I wanted it.
Anticipated that I could make it happen, this morning...

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Yesterday...
I pictured him when first I saw him, the first impressions that I recalled now in slow motion... my fingers lingering on my body as I examined him again. The blonde hair, the blue eye's, standard height, standard width... bigger than me, but not massively so, we were reasonably, matched heightwise. Quite attractive!, he'd shaved... but he needed a haircut, the work clothes were baggy on him, didn't he have a girlfriend to tell him these things, sort out his dress sense? Not scruffy, mind you... he just need someone to take him in hand... no girlfriend, no partner, no wife?... no ring!

Maybe he wanted, needed, a woman... someone to love, someone who would take him in hand... look after him... would his cock fill my hand?... nice and big! Fill both of my hand's... fill them, fill me, fill my...
Mel!... get your mind out of his pants!
But he had potential!
And I wanted to know!

Both of my hands were in my panties... stroking me, stroking him, soft skin reacting to my touch... massaging his cock and my vagina until I was wet for what I imagined he would be like... I joined my fingers together at the tips and stirred my skin, like he was swollen enough to rub it against me, up and down, up and down, up and down...

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Yesterday...
His hand outstretched to shake mine... adjusted to be firm, but gentle... not a crushing domination, like some did, he was aware of his strength and moderated it to suit the occassion. He introduced himself again, while I took his measure. This close I could smell deoderant drifting over, from him... see the small smile that lifted the corners of his mouth, the eye's lightening, he seemed genuinely pleased to meet me in person.
Of course he was pleased to see me!!, all men were pleased to see me!... I waited for the sleazy shift of his eyes and face to appear... the usual response of men, after they saw me. They couldn't hide the fact that they wanted to use my body, ignoring the person that it held inside.
He hadn't, didn't, even glance down at me! That pleased me... then I wondered if there was something wrong with him...
Or was something wrong with me?
What was it, that he didn't like?


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Now, my finger's queried my body... suddenly uncertain... tentatively, finding soft skin, minimal defects, no more than average moles and freckles, my hair long... dark, natural, smooth face... appealing... full lips, small, delicate frame. Breast's, I know!... too small! but they didn't sag... probably never would!... little nipples... just a small mouthful, but just as responsive to the right sort of touch!
Tight belly, tidy navel, my hair... down there, was tamed into submission. A well-trimmed garden... not a jungle... although some unwary traveller might find a dangerous animal lurking in the thicket.
Hmmm!... there's nothing wrong with me, I'm a fine young animal!
Watch me prowl!
Waiting to pounce on him!
Wanting to pounce on him!

Safe and warm, in my den, now firm, but gentle, like his had been, my fingers accentuated what I had for the right man... for Dan...
Knowing what he wanted from me, knowing what I had...
What I could give, or withhold...
Wanting to give it to Dan... if only he would see it.
If only he wanted me... the way I was wanting him.

My fingers stroked myself from thigh to navel and back...
Spread your legs, Mel!... for Dan!
No... not yet!
Spread your legs for him!
He hasn't asked yet!
Better invite him into your bedroom then, don't you think?

I imagined Dan standing at the bedroom door, dressed as he had been yesterday... just standing, watching me, moving my hand under the duvet, watched his eyes following my hand from thigh to breast... waiting for him to start wanting me.
Waiting for an indication...
nothing!


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Yesterday...
He'd done nothing!
Nothing!
What the fuck?
I might have been made out of stone as far as he was concerned!
Oh sure!, he looked at me!... directly into my eyes, talked to me like I was a human being, explained things well, without condenscending to me... all the time doing his work...
But he'd given me nothing to base my budding fantasy on!
Son of a bitch, that made it hard work!
I wasn't going to lead him on... that's for sure!
I stayed away from him... looking over only when he came into my field of view. The Project Manager, Julie... and I were discussing the job when he came over to ask my opinion on where to put the aerial... Julie was everything I wasn't... tall, blonde, with a great bod too!... I knew that if Dan preferred blondes then my fantasy, my hopes were doomed...

I cringed inside as I pictured them together, naked, perfect for each other... doing everything to Julie that I wanted from him.
I would have torn both their eye's out if he'd... if she'd, made a move on each other.
Dan treated her exactly the same way!
Yes! I had exalted... then realised this wasn't exactly great news...
What was wrong with the guy?
Bisexual? My budding fantasy had wavered... unsure if I could handle that...
Gay?... my fledgling fantasy crashed and burned and I'd sighed in disappointment.

Still, I looked.
Wondered.
Wanted.
Fantasized... hey! it doesn't take much!, you know?

Then I had internet. Yay!
Dan packed up, made ready to drive out of my life... boo!
The urge to ask grew.
Did he not see me?
Couldn't he tell what was on my mind?...
Why did I feel so desperate to get that sort of attention from him?
Wanting him to hold me, kiss me, touch me...
Lusting for his hand, his cock... imagining how good it would feel to be with him.

I'd walked away.
Trying to get myself under control.
Deep breath's, Mel...
Right!, thats better
It's not the end of the world...
Move on!

I came back around the side of the house to see the other workmen pushing Dan's van, trying to start it.
"Left the headlight's on... I've got a flat battery" Dan explained, face red from exhertion and embarrassment.
"You're the lightest one here..." he said to me...
He'd noticed!
"Jump in and we'll try to push-start it, again"
I climbed into the drivers seat... Dan was standing right by the van door... close to me now... inside my body space, but I didn't feel afraid... his nearness was making me think naughty thoughts again... stronger and stronger... he was close enough to touch... close enough for intimacy... close enough to do a lot of things.
Keep your knee's together, girl!
But the clutch and accelerator pedals were spread apart... so my legs were too.

I drove an automatic... the van was a manual... I wasn't sure... about more than trying to start the van. Dan explained what was required... eyes going from my face, to the pedals and up again... eyes flicking from my head to my toes, up and down, up and down... the door was open, he was standing so close to me, then I saw it happen... his eyes were running over my body... he was looking, seeing, me! My lycra tights had a gauze panel from heel to thigh and I saw him look past the garment... see my skin, look at my skin, examine my skin... hip and thigh... saw his appreciation, saw his desire...
I let him look, fascinated that I had finally broken through his professional resolve and that I was seeing what he truly thought about me.... the play of emotions, across his face, that I was seeing. His eyes had travelled up my leg, following my skin, up my leg, past my knee, up my thigh... not stopping where the see-through part did, but went on, hips, stomach, breast's... I saw a kind of wistful desire showing... but when his eyes looked me in the eye, the stoic face was back in place.

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Under the duvet, I traced one hand where I had seen him look... softly touching myself... as gentle as his scrutiny, his desire, had been... not missing anything out, my hands teasing a response out of me, making me want more... more of him. My mind accepted him, his advances and I pictured him standing, touching me as I had first touched him...


Yesterday...
Despite our best efforts, the van hadn't started, Dan thought the battery was too flat now. He organised for a work-mate to bring out a starter pack.... it was 30 minutes away.
He was standing, looking out towards the road... I'd walked up behind him to check that he had help coming... I could tell he he wasn't happy with himself.
I had acted on an impulse.
I put my hand on his shoulder... just to reassure him... that it was OK... I rested it lightly on him... barely hard enough to feel his warmth radiating into my hand.
Wanting to make him feel better.
But then the sudden realisation that I'd crossed the line, came to me... I was touching the guy!...
It was probably for less than a second! Half a second... tops!
He hadn't reacted to my touch... perhaps he hadn't even noticed... and perhaps he had, but had reverted to that inscrutable manner that he'd held for most of the morning... treating me with perfect respect...
Shit!, Melanie... what are you doing?!

I withdrew my hand from him... unable to help noticing he was solid and warm... much like his personality. I wanted more... but I walked away, scolding myself for touching him without his consent... what if a guy did that to you!, Mel?, I reprimanded myself.
But I want him! I answered...



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I wanted him!
Here and now, Dan!
Solid, warm... naked, wanting me, Dan was lying behind me, he rested his hand on my shoulder... silently indicating to me that it was OK... he was OK, safe... that I was in control... I pressed back against him, felt his body, sharing his warmth with mine.
I took one hand in mine and showed him what I wanted. My hand slid downwards to cover my breast, moulding his fingers into a caress that I felt all the way through me... along with the thought of his touch, I felt a quickening within me as my body responded to more than just my desire... I felt his desire for me as well.. that was what I needed... his need fired up mine, he wanted me!

My body reacted to his touch!
My body wanted to please him!
Please me!
Touch me!
Now I was wet enough for him... my finger rubbing faster, faster. I slipped him inside and flexed it forward and back and eased it in deeper... pulling it against the front of me. Caressing the corrugations, stirring myself, deeper, deeper, losing myself into the feeling. Faster, faster, faster...

I rolled over, onto my stomach, on top of my hand and started to hump it inside me... Dan's cock was hard now... he was on top of me, his weight upon me, hands on my shoulders, pulling me back, onto him, cock burrowing inside, I added finger after finger into myself, imagining it, simulating it, his cock tightly compressed by my pussy, as I gripped him inside me... never wanting him to take it out... needing him deeper, deeper, deeper!, needing him so badly!

Getting close now...
Now I was on top, riding my fingers hard, in control of Dan, there was nothing he could do to stop my orgasm as I drove my body onto his, he let me have free rein and I took him hard and fast, riding his hard cock, crazy for it, crazy woman, desperate for release... it had been so long, it was so good... I couldn't stop, couldn't muffle the noises that I was making... as I willed myself to go deeper, deeper, harder, faster!

It hit me and shook me as I slammed down on him again and again, loving it, begging him to stop, but continuing on, loving that it continued, too good! Ahhhhhh!, yeh!, yeh! yeah!... I shut my mouth to hold my cries inside... to prolong it, no!, too much!... end it! no more! I can't take anymore of this!... rubbing myself still... I took my fingers out, grabbed hold of the sheet instead and held on tightly, flexing against it, until the throbbing slowed... slowed...... slowed...
then ended...

Catching my breath...
releasing it slowly,
Calming down...
Becoming aware of other things again...
Smiled, relaxed... exhausted...
Licked my lip's, like I had tasted something good...
better than just good.
Mmmm!
Thank you, Dan!

I drifted off to sleep again...





Wandered out to the kitchen... breakfast time!
Picked up my mobile...
A message.
"Coffee?"
From Dan.