Fantasies

You sat alone and stressed in the back of the small cafe which was mostly empty. The sun was setting and people were getting off work and heading home to relax and unwind, probably tired and sore from the long day, but you couldn't afford a second of relaxation because you had midterms to study for. You sat as far towards the back as you could to try to avoid the risk of being bothered, the seat though had a perfect view of the patio and you could see the brilliant pinks and oranges that painted the sunset sky in front of you and it helped ease you a bit. You connected your headphones and through your speakers came the sweet sounds of “Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major '' it was relaxing and helped you focus, it was your good luck song and so far it has gotten you through many major study sessions and had gotten all passing grades as a result. You sat and felt your mind quiet as the song went on, the words on the page in front of you seemed to blur and your hand moved out of habit as you dove in and started your notes, copying and highlighting what was important out of the thick textbook in front of you. The world was peaceful around you in this small bubble you've built, it's safe and quiet with only the melancholy sound of the cello strings serving as the backtrack to your meditative mindset.

Something was off though, there was a restlessness in the back of your mind, hiding and creeping, quiet for the most part but every so often you concentration would break and you would pause, blankly staring at the notes in front of you, completely forgetting what you had to do next or what you needed to write down next. After a minute of fighting with your shifting attention, you sighed and decided to take a small break. Your brain couldn't stay in work mode and it was pointless to try to force yourself to work. With a long lazy-cat stretch you sat up and just leaned back in your chair, absentmindedly looking about the cafe as the song continued to play in your ears. You watched the barista walk around behind the counter, washing dishes and containers, and sweeping the floor, she was cute and small and looked like she could be a freshman in college. Then your attention was grabbed as you saw someone new walk into the cafe, it was a young man, he had black hair and jeans and a leather jacket. He had a messenger bag slung across his shoulders so he was probably a college student, also probably a fuck-boy. The leather jacket and Doc Martens and box of cigarettes in his pocket made him look like an edgy bad boy. You moved one headphone off your ear to eavesdrop on what drink he was going to order. You were able to catch his order as the barista rang him up.

“One americano with an extra shot of espresso, That will be $3.35 please” you smirked, of course, it's an americano.

With his mug in hand, the guy walked out to the patio and sat down in a seat that was facing your direction so you had the perfect view of him and after a moment of unabashedly staring at him you realized he was incredibly gorgeous. He had a sculpted face with prominent cheekbones, his lips were full and his eyes were beautiful and intense. You shook your head and scolded yourself for being creepy and staring at a stranger. Trying to manifest some sort of determination you went back to reading your textbook and jotting your notes down. You got a bit further until you felt the restlessness kick in and your eyes found their way back to the sexy stranger. He had pulled out a notepad and some books, probably studying for midterms as well. You watched him for a bit as he wrote, looking so focused and serious. Your eyes found their way to his hands and how fast he wrote, furious and powerful. His hands were beautiful, they were slender yet large, like a man's hands, and you found yourself wondering if they were soft or rough. What would they feel like in yours, would they be dry and calloused as he touched your cheek or would they be soft and supple if he were to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt a blush creep to your face. What were you thinking? Why are you being creepy over a stranger? You were being weird. Again you tore your gaze away from the guy and tried to focus on your work. You went back a few pages to try to reread some of your notes to remind yourself of where you had left off, the sound of the lone Cello still playing in your ears. You picked up your pen to attempt to continue writing but almost on their own your eyes snapped up and again you were looking out of the cafe window at the handsome stranger. He was still focused on his work and as he sat and read his hand came up to his face and he was absently biting on his thumbnail while he read. Again you found yourself captivated by his hands, you wondered if they held aggression or if instead, he was a man who did things gently and slowly, making sweet soft touches with those hands, would he slowly reach down and unbutton your shirt, dragging the moment on longer as he undid each button, letting his knuckles graze your skin as each one was undone, the heat of his touch burning almost like fire on you cold skin. Would he slowly slip your top off and explore your skin with his hands? Would he take his time and feel all of your curves and edges, caressing your skin and committing the feel of you to his memory? What would he do after? You wondered, eyes making their way up to his lips, they were soft looking, his kisses would be the opposite of his hands though, where his hands were feather-light, his lips were hungry for only you, he would be urgent and needy when he kissed you, his neediness would overpower him and he’d slip his tongue in wanting to explore your mouth with it. As you would make out his hands would do some more exploring of their own, after your top was off he would reach down and grab your ass, and give it a loving squeeze, each cheek fitting perfectly in his hands. As he did so his mouth would travel down to your neck, kissing and sucking, marking you as his, his breath on your ear and his tongue on your neck would be heaven and only after leaving a couple good marks he’d travel lower and take one of your hard nipples into his mouth sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through your body.

You sat still and your entire body was on fire, you knew this was weird and wrong, having fantasies like this about someone without even knowing them. But oh god was he perfect for fantasizing about, walking around looking like that you were sure you weren't the first person to fantasize about him. By now he had stopped writing and stood to stretch, you quickly looked down at your book hoping he hadn't seen you staring. He stretched and took out his phone to check it and absently he rubbed a spot on his thigh that was probably hurting him or sore but unfortunately that just brought your attention down to the lower half of his body. Oh god, His thighs were nice and sculpted and lean, he must work out because they looked strong yet slender, you thought. The jeans he wore flattered his body so much. You were thrown back into your fantasies. His mouth on your chest and then traveling lower and lower until he got to your pants. Not quick enough he would get them off and waste no time pleasing you with his mouth. The feeling of his warm tongue and lips on your most sensitive areas would have you screaming in pleasure, by now you already assumed he has good with his tongue and he would make sure you remembered his skills as he would bring you to the brink so fast only to stop and come up for air to kiss you, tasting yourself on his skilled tongue. Being generous and giving, you would want to return the favor, you would help him remove his jacket and shirt then sitting him down you would get on your knees in front of him, wanting to see what he was hiding underneath those sexy jeans. Unbuttoning his pants you would reach in and palm him feeling his thick member hard and aching, the sound from his mouth would be so nice, he's a strong handsome man reduced to a whimpering moaning mess in front of you and you wouldn't have even used your mouth yet. After teasing him for a bit you would take his dick out of his pants, you imagine that he would be a pretty nice size, cock head thick and angry red as he would be so needy for you. You would start with a couple of kitten licks, trying to draw it out but he would have to beg you and then you would go to work, taking him as far in your mouth as you could. His groans and moans would fuel your fire as you use your tongue to draw patterns and lick all around his tip. After a bit you would feel his thigh muscles tense as you draw him closer and closer to the edge and before you could take him there you remove your mouth and get up to straddle his legs, wanting to finally feel him inside you.

You were more than turned on as your fantasies became more and more heated. On the other side of the window you watch as the guy, who had gone back to doing his schoolwork, ran his hand through his hair and combed it back but a few strands fell onto his forehead as he looked upon his notes and you imagined doing the same thing, running your hands through his hair as he lines his member up with your entrance, pushing slowly inside of you and you sit there on his hard dick, feeling every inch of him inside of you like a scorching rod through your soul.

His eyes are so beautiful, strong and fierce, he had the gaze of a prince, confident, wise and sexy. His gaze could pierce anyone soul. You snapped out of your fantasies because you just realized the hot stranger was staring back at you through the glass, making direct eye contact. Face going as red as a tomato as you quickly looked away trying not to look more like an idiot. You kept your head down, eyes closed trying to shake all the sexual images out of your head. The images of him taking you on your couch, thrown over the armrest as he pounds into you until you can't even remember your name, you try not to imagine how his thick cock would feel inside you as he rearranged your insides and made you scream his name until you were pushed to the edge so hard that you cum all over his dick then not even a second later you feel his big warm load shoot into you and there would be this moment of pure ecstasy and bliss- Holy shit it wasn't working. You sat and tried to pray that your soul wasn't doomed to eternal damnation for being a dirty, creepy stalker when suddenly you felt a presence near your table. ‘Please lord don't let it be who I think it is’ you thought to yourself. You look up from your book and of course, it's him, who the hell else would it be. He's standing there on the other side of your table, tall and God-like. You sit for a moment and just kind of stare at him, probably looking like a fish out of water, he stares back and a small smirk played on his perfect lips. He makes a small gesture for you to take your headphones off. You had almost forgotten you had the classical music on repeat, “Cello Suite No. 1” didn't seem like your lucky song anymore but rather the backtrack to your sins. You take the headphones off embarrassed.

“Sorry, um hi, what's up?” you say awkwardly, his smirk becomes a genuine smile.

“ I couldn't help but notice you checking me out for a full hour and a half since I came in,” He said, more playful than accusatory and OH MY GOD his voice was so deep and smooth you could feel your pulse drumming in your ears.

“Oh-I-I I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to-” you started to profusely apologize and he stopped you.

“It's alright, I'm not mad or anything. May I sit? It's getting dark outside anyways.” he gestured to your empty seat. You didn't hesitate to nod as he took the seat. Once he settled, he turned to you and smiled his gorgeous smile again

" My name is Daniel by the way, It's very nice to meet you." he shook your hand and you couldn't help but note that his hands were very soft. Turns out he was a college student, same year as you and he was stressed because of midterms and just like you decided to procrastinate and cram all his notes and study guides last minute. He was very friendly and even though you yourself weren't very good at making small talk he handled it well, leading the conversation and allowing you both to chat pretty comfortably. He was so nice and you realized pretty quickly that this fuck-boy douche persona you gave him was wrong as he was a complete sweetheart in reality. After you introduced yourself you both went back to studying, or at least you tried to but the tension in the air was so heavy and neither of you could focus. He had been aware of your staring since the beginning and you were sure he figured out what you were thinking because you had been red in the face the entire time with your heart refusing to stop pounding. Finally, Daniel sighed and leaned forward. The look of pure sin in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Do you maybe want to go back to my place and study together?"