During the Night's Hours
I wake up at 3:05 every weekday and head to the gym, but somehow arriving at work at 8am seems almost impossible. The only upside to it is being able to see you. If it weren't for you, I'd probably skip work altogether. Your warm brown/green eyes, your shyness when you're around me, your breathtaking good looks - they all make me feel alive and worthwhile.
It's almost 10am and I make my way to your desk. Since you're too scared to approach mine, I decide to sit next to you. I stare at you longingly. You tell me to stop it. I can't help it; my face lights up when you're close by. Even if I could, I'd never give up staring at you. We talk about Pokemon for a bit and trade some cards. Yes, we're just being nerds. The thought of everyone else trying to catch up to us, but failing, brings me immense joy.
It's been a while since I've played games with anyone for anything other than pure entertainment. My competitive nature usually gets the better of me. Today, though, feels different. I'm bored and it's only 10:30; I don't want to be here, but I don't want to be anywhere else.
I pick up my phone and start typing. You don't seem thrilled with this. You adore me and trust me, but you look uneasy. The message I typed is question, 'Truth or Dare?' with a little devil face. I look at your phone and watch you open it. You roll your eyes at me, but you smile just a little. You type back, 'Truth'. My smile widens. I scribble the word "weenie" and drag the little devil face emoji next to it. My smile turns to an evil grin. You say, "fine" and start typing, but then say out loud, "Dare". I joke back, "No way, you picked truth first!". You sigh reluctantly and agrees. I don't have to think too hard about it; there are a million things I'd like to know about you, even though we talk constantly. I choose a safe question. "Do you remember the first time we kissed? Does it still feel the same?"
I gaze up at you and wait for your response. You lower your gaze, start typing, then blurt out, "Go back to your desk, you idiot". I chuckle and return to my workplace.
"Of course I remember it. You were a tall, imposing figure, I had to reach up to you, and it was like lightning struck me. It stole my breath away. You leaned in and kissed me so passionately. I'll never forget that moment. It felt like our souls were one. Believe me, it hasn't changed. Your lips should never be parted. Now it's your turn, truth or dare?
I love when you talk about it. It gives me the same sensation. The moment we kissed, our souls connect. It's like nothing else in the world. I pick truth as well. You respond, "coward". And a few poop emojis. I chuckle.
We've spent the entire day playing this pointless game. Asking questions and coming up with dares. Funny ones, really tough questions about our lives, dirty questions and dares, and whatever else strikes us. The dares aren't too outrageous but they're fun. A smooch, a naughty picture, a few dirty dares to be saved for later. It's a silly game, I know, but I love playing it with you. It's interesting to see where your mind goes, some of your insecurities, and just how naughty you can be. I'm obsessed with it.
The end of the day finally arrives and I'm eager to collect on the two dares you owe me. I speed off to the park near my brother's house. While it has had some creepy incidents, we haven't seen one since. I park my truck and wait. My cock is already semi-hard. God, you excite me so much. The thrill of you being near, your beauty, my curiosity - it's making me happy, horny, and more obsessed. I see your car driving towards me; it's almost time to collect.
I shut off my vehicle and wait anxiously for yours to park beside mine. As soon as it does, I hop out, approach your car, and slide my phone and keys onto the seat. I adjust the seating for my own convenience, slide the passenger door shut, and open the back door. You maneuver yourself over to the driver's side, presumably to avoid suspicion. Although this is unnecessary, since we're alone, I find this behavior attractive. It's like you're showing me your kinky side, which I love.
You hop onto my lap immediately, and we engage in a heated embrace. Our lips meet, and our passion becomes palpable. I intertwine my fingers with yours, savoring every moment. Thoughts of how much I adore this experience fill my head, and I revel in our intimacy.
Placing my hands on your face, I break away from the passionate kissing, "Do you want to collect the next dare now?" I inquire. I notice a tinge of apprehension in your eyes, yet your arousal seems to give you the courage to continue. To ease any discomfort, I appreciate your efforts to remain discreet.
Your words send a stream of pleasure through me. You describe all the ways in which you crave me; making me feel loved and craved. I give in and reveal my cock. Your explanation inserts its own fire into my loins, inspiring a whole new level of desire within me.
You express your desire to worship me with your mouth, and to show me your gratitude by possessing me entirely. I can't help but notice your mouth move closer to my ear. You unleash your passion: "I want to unzip your pants, pull your cock out, get on my knees, and suck your cock. I want to look up at you and experience the intense passion and joy in your eyes and the control you allow me to have over you. Once I feel overwhelmed, I'm going to climb you, slide my panties out of the way, and penetrate you without mercy. I yearn to have your cock buried deep in me. I crave the feeling of being fully enveloped by you."
Upon hearing this, I'm overcome with arousal. My body starts to shiver. Moments later, I remove my pants. My member stands, ready to be devoured by your mouth.
You position yourself between my knees, "Do you want to fulfill the final dare now, or would you prefer to collect first?" This question spurs you to grab my phone and hold it up. Before you can react, I urge you to start. Your mouth promptly lowers, engulfing my cock. The sensation of you going down on me is exquisite. It's so hot when you express your desires so passionately. I barely manage to grab my phone, switch it to video mode, and hit the record button. I've been waiting for this moment.
As you suck me off, I become more and more turned on. I thrill in the knowledge that you want me this bad. As you slide your mouth off my cock, I feel a slight popping sound. However, I'm consumed by a yearning to be inside you. I'm eager to show you what you've been aching for. I help you climb onto my lap, lay you down, and watch as my hands caress your body. I strive to return the favor. I tease your clit. My lips lock onto your pussy, and you begin to moan from my skill. Your hips buck, showing me how turned on you are. I can't resist indulging in you, and I give in. My fingers enter you faster because I'm engrossed in your scent and taste. As I continually stimulate each erogenous zone, time seems to slow. I feel your juices expanding beyond your pussy, and you begin to convulse, with a series of small, quivering spasms. Following this, you lay back, revealing your glistening pussy. I hold you firmly, ensuring you're unable to move - save for your pelvis - and eagerly press my cock into your core. Sequentially, I feel your body push back, matching my rhythm. The act is incredibly thrilling; the window is shaking, and car horns blare in protest. I can't get enough of you. Once I can't resist any longer, I erupt, fully invading you. The sensation is divine. Your body continues to writhe, which only amplifies my satisfaction. We're both blissfully entangled in our moment of passion.
You walk towards her to apologize, but before you can utter a single word, she's got her hand around your throat and your cock is already inside her. You drop your phone next to hers on the floor. She tightens her grip and begins thrusting vigorously, causing the car to shake. It takes only a minute of intense fucking before she starts to stiffen and let out a loud noise. You feel her whole body tense up as she explodes inside of you. She releases deep within you, pulse upon pulse hitting your prostate.
Her face is bright red, so she loosens her grip and pulls her cock out. It's an intense moment of looking down at her, both trying to catch their breath. Her face is still red from the lack of air. Feeling more passionate than ever, she leans in and kisses you with all her might. You try to pull away slightly due to the cum still covering your face, but she doesn't let you. The feeling of making out with her cum on your face is extremely hot for her.
Finally, she moves away and sits back up in her seat, and you do the same. You wrap your arms around her and feel the love she has for you. Although you've had numerous encounters, this particular experience feels significant. A sense of comfort and serenity washes over both of you. You can't even think of words to speak in this moment; there is just an authentic connection of love and affection that is mutual.
As you sit there, locked in each other's warm embrace, she slowly gets off your lap. You kiss her one more time and whisper, "Sophie, I love you with all my heart." To which she promptly responds, "Andrew, I love you with all my being." Even if calling you Elijah doesn't sit quite right with you, in this moment, you couldn't care less. Her scent, her touch, her skin - all of it is intoxicating you.
With a sense of urgency, you whisper, "Truth or dare?" She looks at you with that wicked smile that gets you going. You know what you want, but fear of rejection prevents you from saying it.
"Dare," she says, and her smile never leaves her face. You begin to pull her back onto your lap. When she straddles you, it feels so good that you become erect again. You hold her hips tightly in place, and she can feel your excitement. Deep in thought, you gather the courage to share your idea. "What if you came over at 3:30am, when everyone is asleep and we fool around in my game room? The excitement of potentially getting caught, the adrenaline rush of evading judgment. The thrill of doing it where another woman might be, but you're getting all the attention."
Hesitation crosses her face. "That's so early. And she'll be there," she begins, being reluctant to accept. You take control of the situation. "Yes, both those things." Her face registers disapproval, but you won't let her back out. You kiss her passionately again and can feel her body trying to escape your grasp but you won't relent. She bites your lower lip, a move that is incredibly arousing.
"I don't want to. It's too risky," she says. You nod in understanding. "It's okay. I'll think of another idea." For a brief moment, she seems crestfallen, like she's somehow failed you. You tell her "I love you," and emphasize how amazing and life-changing she is. It's a minor setback, but definitely not a deal-breaker. She responds "I love you too" and you share one last kiss. Slowly, you both get dressed, sort out the car, and you leave to get back in your truck. You can't hide your desire to stay, but at the same time, you can't bring yourself to force it.
In the mornings, the same time, 3:05am, it's dark, silent; the world is still. An alarm rings, disrupting sweet dreams and waking me up. I rapidly seek the snooze button to make sure I don't disturb her sleeps. Because she usually wakes up at 7, as for me, I often head to the gym at 4am. Wrestling with thoughts, knowing the advantages of waking early, I still crave the thought of you by my side. In a short while, I'll see that beautiful smile that's addictive. I shake my head, returning to my equilibrium, trying to focus on the gym.
The thump of my alarm ceases. Undecided, I remain motionless, pondering. Morning imaginations float through my mind: perhaps an early morning sneak into your embrace, anticipate your delighted smile on the way to the gym, or a peaceful, restful doze. I climb out of bed, gravitating towards the bathroom for my neccessities. Passing time as usual: scanning messages, playing games, perplexed why there're so many to read today. Skimming through: a few random notifications from friends, one from the Pokemon chat, sighing, expecting "sleep tight", but discover "see you at 3:30".
Shock brings me upright. Not 3:30 yet, it's just 3:15. I rush to dress and leave. Unexpected surprises have this unforeseeable way of bringing joy and tension. Swiftly leaving, gym or no gym, I head outside to wait. Adrenaline courses, my heart thumps. Images of Christmas with its irresistible anticipation flash in minds. Gradually, the time approaches, and I stand pathetically by the door. My body tingles, imagining the moment when you will appear. My soul is ready for either outcome: ecstasy or devastation. Unable to contain my anticipation, you arrive.
I slip a crack in the door, allowing a glimpse of myself, whispering "come in". Surprise flying in your eyes, I introduce you to the nerd's room. Instruction: silence and hiding in place before I take hold of your hand. Throwing out caution, I secretively and frantically lead you to my sanctuary. I instruct you to sit on the couch while carefully closing the bookcase. Your body relaxes on the couch and you waiver between comfort and ponder the unpredictable step ahead. Cupid's arrow hits home as we passionately kiss. I love your vulnerability. Now, our unshielded nakedness is unnoticeable, you said, "Please, show me this!" Panting, I press what you desire. The bookcase lid shakes - we're making too much lovely noise. "Wait, stop now!" Love mellows with a passionate whisper. Reach for an offer of protection, "No, let's keep experimenting. I'm craving something different."
I kneel, spread your cheeks, expose your sweet carrot, and eat you out from behind. This naughty desire unlocks the hidden tightness. Devouring you with infinite love, you taste so delectable and unexpectedly delightful.
From caressing your belly, your vibrations give a subtle clue to the fact your perturbations were shared. A relationship with an unbreakable connection bonded again. You languish, gaze fixed with listener's attention. I grope beyond the door, and remember the unforeseen revelation's impact. In the naughty secret, I kneel, embrace your curves, move the fabric away, and provide a little pleasant time. To make sure these adventures feel unforgettable, we explore more. Lowering you over the couch, bending your body, I brush your ear. On my knees by the headboard, I maneuver myself, kissing my sunflower.
I can sense the moisture building up as you become increasingly aroused - it's not just from me. You're truly relishing this. I caution you, "something is about to occur, so keep your mind open." You say nothing but I detect your muscles tightening. "Try not to move." I inch my way from your clit to your tongue, with my tongue reaching as deeply as possible. Once you stop resisting and seem to welcome my tongue's exploration, I begin to rub your clit with my thumb. In unison, my lips and hands work together.
I pull my head back, take a deep breath, and lick your butt. You try to make a noise but suppress it. You attempt to move away, but I continue regardless. My thumb is still working furiously, and now my mouth joins in. My tongue penetrates your butt, and I can tell you're unsure of what to do. It doesn't take long before you're beginning to relax and actually embracing the experience. You've gone from wet to wetter than ever. I pull your thighs back harder so I can bury my face deep and my tongue deeper. You slightly moan, and this only excites me further. I'm unclear if my thumb alone causes this sensation, or if you genuinely enjoy having your butt eaten, or a combination of both is compelling you. I can feel your hips moving back and forth, wanting more, and I happily oblige.
I release your thighs from my grasp and step behind you. I need you right now. I can't recall the last time I've been this hard. I remove my shorts, stand you upright again, and hold you close. My hands immediately head for your fantastic breasts, squeezing them with satisfaction. You run your fingers along my rock-hard cock. To my surprise, you turn around, drop to your knees, and begin giving me a blowjob that outclasses anything I've experienced. Your hands on my ass pull me in deeper and deeper. Your mouth, in turn, makes it so that I'm basically fucking your exquisite face. You try to put a finger in my butt when we hear a noise. We both halt. Both hoping for assurance. 20 seconds felt like an eternity. Fearful it's a neighbor or something, I can't restrain myself anymore. I grab the back of your head and pull you back on me. I desperately need you. I've never needed someone as much as I need you right now.
I stay vigilant for a few moments before resuming. I enquire if you're okay. You nod yes. I force a grin, but let's face it, you can tell. I move the thong aside and slowly insert my cock inside you. I'm astonished that you're still so wet. It fits so well. The perfect fit for my perfect cock. I place my face next to yours. My darling Sophie, I adore you so much. The tension that was almost tangible, now dissipated. We blend together like we have so many times. Each part of me loving every part of you. The sensation of my masculinity being sheathed within you. The feeling of you growing tighter around me. The give and take as our bodies unite in harmony. We try to be quiet, but we eventually can't resist the exhilaration.
After moving away from behind you, I position myself on the couch. With no need for words, you hop up and position your craving back into its comfortable spot. You're well aware of how much I enjoy it when you hold my cock and guide it into your tightness. That first feeling has always been my favorite. Your hands connect with my chest and push with force. I then reach out, my one hand caresses your behind while the other focuses on milking your breasts. There's no room for gentle now. You thrust against me, nearly attempting to shatter my cock inside you. I grip your face, sensing how close I am. My cock pulses in synchronization with every movement. My body tenses in anticipation. The action is flawless, making it impossible for me to restrain myself. Our lips connect deeply in a crushing embrace, nearly trying to break one another's mouths. In sync, we both unravel into climax. My sperm surges inside your sublime body. You spout forth too, showering me in your fluids. The couch is now drenched in mystery liquids from both of us.
We separate and examine each other, inhaling deeply in unison. We attempt to regain our breath, but it's no easy task. You gentle hug me like you did in the car. So sweet. So affectionate. I could happily spend the remainder of my days with you, without a shred of uncertainty. My body is slick with sweat, yet my dick remains nestled inside you. It never feels right to remove it. We hear a noise again and panic. This time, it was actually the cat. Hurry you out of my apartment, I yank my shorts up hastily, and slide my bookcase closed. I glance down the hallway, hearing additional noises coming from upstairs. We rush out of the building as swiftly as possible, sharing one final forceful kiss. I see you scramble into your car. Crushes my heart to see you go.
I return to the apartment, open the room door, and sit on the couch, pretending to lace my shoes. The sound is right outside the door. My heart nearly beats out of my chest at full force, thinking someone had broken in again. F*ck! It was just the damn cat. I pet him, hating his presence, yet still loving him. I prepare for the gym and make my way to the car. As I sit in the parking lot, engulfed in darkness, I reflect upon how extraordinary you are. My car revives, and I linger in a cathartic state, reflecting upon the depth of my feelings for you. A text is sent, informing you it was just the tubby cat; we're okay. You reply with a relieved emoji. No one will ever match the degree of your importance to me. No one. I love you more than 4000 words could convey. It's only you. I cherish and adore you. So much.
