It started out as any normal day, I awoke to my alarm clock blaring whatever station I randomly set it to the night before. I looked around and the room was spinning, like I had been drinking the night before and was still drunk. I couldn't help but stop and think- did I drink last night? No, I feel asleep watching some slasher film on Netflix again. I proceeded to get out of bed and started my morning routine.
I closed my eyes as the water ran down my back, the warmth soothed my mind, but then flashes of her quickly caused my cock to stand at full attention. I attempted to fight the urge to stroke myself...but I was not strong enough this morning. I grabbed my fully erect manhood and began to slowly move my hand from the tip to the base. I couldn't remember the last time I was aroused. I told myself, five minutes and that is it. However, five minutes turned into ten which quickly became twenty. Wanting release like always, normal release, but I never get it. The water starting to turn cold snapped me out of my horny daze. I thought maybe as turned on as I was, I would be able to cum quickly, like always I was wrong. I never came quickly, no matter how much I wanted to -and I was out of time.
I got ready for work; the shower had set me behind 15 minutes. Of all the mornings to be late, it would have to be the morning I actually had to be there before my scheduled shift. When I arrived at work, I was greeted with a change of plans which meant I was actually early! -damn I could have actually came this morning, I thought to myself. I was still turned on apparently. I also felt my cock spring to life, standing there excited like a little kid in a candy store, easily noticed, hunger seen not in my eyes, but in my pants. Arranging my sweatshirt to hide the bulge it created, I stood around awkwardly awaiting the girl I was going to be going with for the day. The whole time, thinking about sex, the feeling of a warm and soaking wet pussy wrapped around my cock. Thinking about the taste of the juices as my tongue explores forbidden depths. As my fingers enter inside, gently stroking that magical spot that drove a woman insane as I also lick and suck on her clit. I could not take it anymore, I was about to lose my damn mind.
However, my options were very limited, there actually was nothing I could do except attempt to redirect my thoughts. Images of baseball and other non-arousing items began to fill my head and I was relieved as my throbbing hard manhood began to go back to sleep. Was I ever relieved, because shortly after I had managed to get unaroused, she walked in the door.
There was something about her that instantly sent a shiver to my cock. I could not explain it, I liked her as a friend, never really thought about anything more with her, but a part of me wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her, well today anyways. Curiosity was my worst downfall; however, I knew it could never happen. We were two completely different people, even though, I always suspected me and her had more in common than either of us wanted to admit. All I cared about with her was that I could be myself, I didn't really have to filter myself and it never created awkwardness between us.
I had been completely celibate for over 5 months, this morning was the first time I'd even paid my dick any attention or let alone been aroused in four months maybe longer. But then there was her, it wasn't her looks, even though she was stunningly attractive, in that girl next door kind of way. You know, the kind you have a childish crush / lusting after, but in their world, you never exist. She wasn't perfect and didn't ever try to be which only increased her attractiveness. She was the definition of imperfect, perfect beauty. My imagination at that moment was putting her at around a 34c and an 8-9 waste. I had bought enough women's clothing for or with my other female friends to at least get a rough guess in.
