Imagine

She only saw him for a second.

Walking to her car from an early Sunday afternoon shopping trip, freshly manicured and pedicured, department store bags in tow, she passed him.

He smiled.

A flash of straight pearly whites against dark surrounding scuff, just a bit, as if he hadn’t shaved in a day or two.

A trim waist hidden beneath worn Levi’s.

Muscular arms emerging from a white t-shirt.

She couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he wore but she imagined them to be bluish-grey, intense and piercing.

Dark brown hair, messy and natural, as if he just rolled out of bed- maybe not his own- and walked out the door.

She only saw him for a second and yet her body responded as if he was familiar. Her pupils dilated, her breath caught in her throat, and her pulse increased a fraction. A small flutter occurred inside her belly.

She smiled back.

Back home in her bedroom, as she tucks her new purchases away in their proper drawers, she thinks of him. Stripping herself of everything but her panties, she lies on the sheets of her unmade bed and closes her eyes.

She imagines his scruff against her skin as he kisses her throat.

His breath warming her flesh, she breaks out in goosebumps.

Her hands begin to roam as his would over her body, caressing her thighs, up her belly, and to her breasts.

Soft fingers drawing lazy circles around her nipples as they tighten and peak.

Pinching.

Pulling.

An ache building between her legs.

An easy sigh as her legs go lax and she feels the wet lace.

One finger, stroking and teasing.

Her lips part, she is panting, longing for something to taste on her tongue, but there is only air, and so she groans as her knees fall further apart and she slides a hand inside her panties.

Between slippery folds her fingers play, coaxing the swollen pearl until her hips are moving, her body is writhing and she needs to be filled.

She imagines his rigid cock stretching her as she pushes inside, ah, so warm and wet.

Curling.

Thrusting.

Deeper.

Oh, right there.

Needy cries echo in the room, her body responds to her fantasy lover, and while her muscles go taut her soul is fluid.

Release.

Inside.

Outside.

All the cracks in between.

Simple satisfaction from a stranger with a smile.

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