They watched him lifting weights at the gym. Both salivating over every ripple of muscle as he did his daily routine. He was a big reason they kept coming back knowing he would be their motivation. Whispers of how they pictured him in the shower or in their bed. But they were both attracted, they couldn’t put that strain on their friendship, not over some guy. Oh but he was not just some guy. Always smiling, polite to everyone, and his body. They both secretly masturbated to him, but hoped the other would fall sick so they could flirt enough to capture his attention.

He noticed. They all watch him and it motivated him to work hard. Keep his body strong and tight. Loved catching their stare and attempt to look away quickly. There were so many he could choose from if he wanted to date. But he was too busy for that scene. He was however still a man and sometimes he had needs. He saw the friends there often, talked the them a few times in passing. It made him smile when they both giggled at his light humor a few days back.

He was extremely worked up today. He could not pump enough iron to work out the frustrations from work. Normally he could get lost in his workouts but not today, he needed something more. He looked around and found the girls on bikes. Both watching him. He wondered how close they really were so he moved over to a bike beside and said hello. Within minutes they were both chatting and obviously riding a bit harder as sweat dripped down their tight bodies. Both attractive in their own ways they finished their workouts as he invited them to come over for a drink. Easy way to feel out which one was interested and he could ask them out later that night.

They freshened up in the locker room and gave fake blessings to the other one to try to get this perfect specimen. Both hopelessly longing for him but agreeing they should just be friends. He was waiting out front for them, they followed him home. Inside he poured drinks as they scanned around his bachelor pad. After an hour of getting to know each other in casual yet flirty conversations, the drinks continued to flow. Talks of work and family and dating ensued as they all found ways of teasing each other a bit more. Finger tips brushed over muscles and skin as they complimented each other on workout results and looks. Before any of them knew it they were kissing each other and undressing. Was it when he removed his shirt to touch his abs? Was it the way he moved his hand over their thigh muscles or they both showed them tight glutes? The playful flirting was now a make out session. Surely the booze helped them as clothes fell to the floor.

Both mouths moved against opposite sides of his thick rod as he held their hair. He returned the special kiss against their wet flesh as they sat beside each other on the couch and he moved back and forth between their open legs. Laughter and moans spilled in the room as he entered one with his cock and the other with his fingers. Moving between them, lifting them into new positions, and stretching both of their tight wet pussies with hit girth. One would ride his steel as the other would grind over his wicked tongue. Orgasms never stopped flowing as he fucked them both. Bent over a couch, lifted and pressed to a wall. Whomever he was fucking the other was licking and kissing. His mouth on their tits was heaven and they even began to kiss and touch each other. After hours of sex and multiple orgasms they fell back to their knees to finish him off. Licks and jerking until his deep groan burst out and thick white ribbons splashed on their chests. Milked and drained they crashed down on the couch together in bliss agreeing to keep this part of their after workout. Casual and heated workout friends.

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They had known each other for years through mutual friends. Although there was mutual attraction he was not real swift at picking up on her flirtatious attempts to take their friendship to the next level. She tried everything from the subtle kiss on the cheek and extended hugs every time she saw him. Light touches to his hand, arm, leg when they talked. Even dressing seductively with high skirts, low cut tops, and brushing against him at every opportunity. She could see how he looked at her yet he never made a move.

Again tonight at the club she did everything including hanging on him at the bar playing with the back of his hair. She could see he noticed she had no bra and her nipples were tighly pressed to her shirt. She had never had to throw herself at a man as most of them chased her but he just sat there! She was so frustrated when she got home and to be honest out right horny. Was she wasting her time? Should she of picked up a random stranger and make him jealous? No…….she just wanted him. Why was he such a dolt! Enough was enough she pulled off her top and pushed the skirt off her hips. She grabbed her cell phone and sent him a picture “My place is so cold, what do you think I should do to heat it up?”

She knew he could not fuck this one up as she straightened her bedroom up a bit waiting for his reply. Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it. “Is the pilot light on the furnace?” She screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with him!” She tossed her phone on the bed and climbed in the shower. Screw him! She washed the bar smell off and slipped into bed. Maybe some porn and her favorite toy would satisfy the aches for tonight. She heard a knock. Who the fuck would be knocking at *looking at the clock* 2 am? Growling she popped out of the bed bare ass and ran to the front door peering through the eyehole to see HIM standing there. She swung the door open as he saw her there he stepped in and pulled her to his body. He pushed the door closed and pressed her to the wall as his tongue slipped in her mouth.

She tore at his clothes as his hands touched her in every way she had dreamed and more. She lept up into his strong arms as they kissed, his warm flesh against her cool skin. He carried her down the hall to her room and lay her back on the bed. His mouth trailed across her soft breasts and captured each nipple for a deep sucking as he spread her open. She gripped at him as his tongue lashed her wet silk and took her first orgasm. His hands were rough and controlling as he pinned her wrists to the bed and fed on her. She thrashed in pleasure as he devoured her completely. She had never imagined how wild he was as he moved her hands over her head then reached down between them to guide his thick cock to her aching core. Her eyes told him please as he thrust hard and deep inside. Her heals locked in behind his hips as he took her. With every lunge of his hips her body responded. His mouth still attacking her body as if he would starve without her.

When he finally came in her his strong grip relaxed and his rough hands smoothed over her curves as he lay down against her. Their kiss deep and passionate, heavy breath and smiles as he held her. “I have wanted you for so long but was afraid it could screw up our friendship, tonight at the bar I almost attacked you I wanted you so badly. Then that pic, fuck you are so damn hot all the time.” She kissed his neck “Pilot light!” then punched him in the chest. “You asshole I was so pissed…..” He flinched at the strike then rolled her on her back kissing her. “sorry it was a joke I was already in my car on my way over. So you’re not worried about our friendship changing.” She reached down between them rubbing his cock. “It changed a long time ago you were just to stupid to act on it” He bit her on the breast as she cried out swatting at him. Again he took her hands and pressed them over her head with their eyes locked. “Well I’m acting on it now….hope its not too late” she smiled “It’s 4 am…….but its never too late.”

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I really loved my new job, I was good at what I did and the people were very friendly around here. A month or so had gone by and I felt like I was really contributing. However, I have been daydreaming a bit more this last few days. It was all your fault. See we worked for the same company but not in the same department. I would catch you glancing at me as we passed in the halls or break room. Probably because I was already looking at you. You were absolutely stunning but I was not very good with socializing. And the whole dating thing, my mix of shy and “too busy with my work” left me a forever bachelor. But damn when I looked at you my body felt like a furnace kicking on. It had been a few days since I had seen you, still remembering that sexy little smile and flirty hello. I found myself thinking about you while I worked, even when I was home just laying around. I may of even masturbated to the idea of us fucking a few times after an arousing dream. The life of a single horny guy I guess.

So today I’m sitting in the conference room as I saw you come in with a few others. I had no idea you would be there and it made me oddly nervous on the presentation I had to give. I tried not to look your direction but when I did your eyes were always warmly attentive to me. My initial worry grew to confidence and I nailed it. Afterwords several coworkers congratulated me on a good job as you stood there waiting. “Several of us are going out for a few drinks tonight if you want to come?” I knew you all tended to go out off and on but I had always found an excuse when others asked. Sensing my hesitation “Come on, with as hard as we all work you could blow off some steam with us.” I smiled, nodded my commitment, and collected my files.

The rest of the day I just stared at my computer, a bit of a high mixed with new nerves. What would I talk to everybody about? You about? I really was terrible at this stuff and almost talked myself out of going when I looked up to see you standing in my doorway. “You ready?” I stood up and grabbed my jacket and keys. “It’s a little sports bar around the corner so we can walk.” You hooked your arm in mine like an old friend and we hooked up with the others heading out the door. I was immediately at ease for some reason. It was all your fault I was sure as I laughed in my own mind.

Drinks and bar food surrounded by a mix of conversations. Sports, work, home life, someone had a sick dog, another had to “not drink too much” because of a kids recital? Most of it just swirled around as you were asking me about family and my history. Even though I could see your interest in me I just didn’t know how to get to asking you out. The spirits flowed all night as people started to pay their tabs and head home leaving the two of us alone. When did your hand lay on my forearm? Had you always been sitting right next to me? I was dizzy as I really did not drink much normally and it felt…….fucking great. I was with the hottest woman in the place and feeling no pain. You were laughing at me, had I said something funny? You leaned over and lay your head on my shoulder for just a minute. I loved your perfume. Did you just kiss my neck? Wow the music was loud now, I felt you pulling me out of the chair.

Outside? Colder now as I open my coat to tuck you under my arm like a mother bird protecting its young. I could feel you shivering a bit. I was not sure if I was really walking straight, stumbling a bit. I blinked…for a minute. Now I am in bed. How the hell did I get home? Closed my eyes for another minute. Dreaming of you again. Felt so real. My god your touch, your mouth. “You like that baby?”

“What?” eyes opening, undressed? Movement under the sheets I lift them up in a daze…..”oh my god………” I watch you, the real you running your hands over my balls and shaft. This was not my bed. “Mmmmmm you have a beautiful cock.” I watched you slip your mouth around the thick cap as I groaned. “I couldn’t help myself, you laying here passed out calling my name with this gorgeous hard cock flexing under the sheets. I tried to let you sleep it off but I have been wanting this cock so badly.” I couldn’t even respond, I could just moan and grunt as you worked my erection in and out of your mouth. Your tits looked even better than I imagined as you lay there stroking me. You tossed the sheet back as you climbed up into a straddle. Your hand guiding me inside as you called out “Oh god yes you feel so good inside, take me!”

Your hips fell to mine and lifted as my hands rushed over your thighs and up your body to caress your breasts. Rolling the nipples between my fingers as you rocked up and down on me. Your hands rubbed over my chest and settled on my shoulders as you moved faster. I lifted my hips up into you as you slammed down. Hungry kisses and swirling tongues as our bodies wrapped and rolled around together. Heated and wanting we fucked like wild animals till I was about to cum. I started to pull out so you popped up and jerked me off all over your tits. “Holy fuck yes ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Milking me then crashing down into my arms with heavy breath. “How long have you been dreaming about me?” you giggled lightly on my chest. A bit embarrassed “for awhile now.”

I felt you rubbing my cock as we lay there and it hardening for you. “Do you stroke this for me?” Jesus who are you? I felt my cock lifting again still dripping with our juices. “Yea……how could I not, your mouthwatering.” I felt your lips on my chest, then your teeth. You started to move down my stomach. Then I felt your tongue trace around my spongy crown. “Show me what we do in your dreams baby.” I reached down and gripped the back of your hair and fed you my cock as you happily swallowed it. Then pulling you off and laying you back I opened you up and fucked you till your legs trembled. This time I emptied my cock in you then rested my body on top of you as we kissed just so I could feel your pussy flexing around me. “Fuck baby we should of been doing this for a long time…..then neither of us would of be masturbating alone.” I rolled over as you lay on me and drifted to sleep. Here all along you had been fantasizing about me too.

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You’ve probably written a few on these lines, but here goes. I’m a lecturer with a crush on a colleague. He’s tall, handsome and very sexy. I have all sorts of fantasies about him. Id love your input on what I can do to and with this “friend”.

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Claudi

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Thanks Claudi,

First off thanks for enjoying time here with me. I rarely hear that I have a fan and I am humbled by that. Its my deepest desire to make others feel love and passion, create pleasure so thank you.

I have several questions about this gentleman who has caught your eye so maybe we can chat about him when you find time. I would also love to hear your fantasies with him, what makes your body ache for him. Is it passionate love? Is it his strong rough hands on you? Do you think of how his mouth will feel against your tender flesh? Mmmmm I do love when an attraction turns into fantasy.

So how often do you see him/work with him? If it is daily it may be easier to slowly build a flirtatious relationship to show interest. Eye contact is a powerful way to show someone there is interest. The glance, the flutter, and looking into his eyes when in conversation but let him see you checking out his other features too. Men are not the only creatures that let their eyes give away attractions. Eyes are beautiful, deep, warm, and can smile if you let them.

If you are talking with him then always show you are interested in the topic (even if your not) by leaning in a bit with your body, a soft laugh, a light touch on his hand or arm, nibbling your bottom lip at the later stages of flirting is an incredible turn on. Ask questions if you don’t understand, let him talk about what he is passionate for so you can get more clues to what he enjoys. If he mentions his addiction for pasta, it could lead to an offer to go somewhere for lunch, dinner, or invite to cook for him for example.

The way you dress and present yourself. You don’t have to be a slutty dresser to turn a man on. I find that even casual clothing is sexy in the right setting. Professional dress add stocking, glasses (even if you don’t need them). Wear a V neck top or have an extra button undone to tease a bit of your curves. I can talk about different looks that are attractive to me but its about his taste. Have you ever caught him looking at you or another woman? Be conscious of what you have on when he does, including perfume, make up, hair styles. I prefer hair to be down and flowing over the shoulders but still have moments that pig tails and braids are wanted.

I find when a woman is confident and even aggressive about something she wants to be seductive. We all have shyness or self doubt, all of us, but there are moments where you can push yourself to show someone what you are interested in. I hope that this helps you get started but I will admit having conversation with you in chat will allow for some back n forth so I can learn about the type of guy he is so I can provide more specific ideas.

I am sure if you show him the real you and hint/tease at your interest the opportunity will be there for more than friendship. Flirt with his senses.

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You were always the cutest ballerina as a child but as you grew up I stopped going to your shows. I honestly was having an issue with all those young girls in leotards prancing around, doing spreads and splits. I guess I was just a old dirty man but I didn’t want to admit the real reason was you. Your body started to develop and I found myself even at home being aroused when I saw you, there was no way I could sit there and watch you moving around in a body suit without physically aching.

It became a bit of an argument with your mother and part of our separation. I think she knew. We had grown distant and when you were home I couldn’t hear her. Our sex life was gone and I was avoiding your special events as you became a premier dancer. I hated myself for it but you never once acted upset by it. You graduated and other than my visitations we still talked on skype all the time. You had earned a dance scholarship and an internship at the local studio you had competed with for a dozen years.

Last night you begged me to come see you teach the young girls. I grumbled a bit playfully but I missed you now that you were tied up with school and work. I arrived and you were already in class. The girl at the desk told me I could see you by sitting in the adjoining dance room and looking through the small glass viewing window. So I stepped into the empty room and over to the connecting wall. I peered in to watch you dancing with them. Oh the kids were so adorable and you looked so beautiful. You really did. Can’t believe how you had grown. I found myself watching you move, stretch, float across the room teaching them the basics in perfect form. My mind wandered again.

How that pink tight outfit stretched over your breasts, firm, tight body. You bend and I felt my body respond. You lifted a leg and I found my hand moving over my swollen crotch. Fuck I should not of come. This was still a bad idea and there was clearly something wrong with me. I started to turn to head out of the empty viewing room when I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see you running at me with a leap I caught you. your soft lips on my cheek as you clung around me. The your smile changed. You slid down off my body and looked at my aroused state. “Daddy you still get hard watching me dance?” You hadn’t called me that in years. I almost choked. I couldn’t, I didn’t….what to do???

“Hold on” you giggled a bit and walked over to the door watching the other room. The the lights went off “So lucky that is the last class tonight. They are gone now.” you turned and walked back to me with that warm look in your eyes. “Its ok daddy………” “You knew?” “It’s why I still dance.” I reached over and held my face and kissed me. She started to unbutton my shirt and I stopped her. “its not….we’re not suppose too..” She stepped back and pulled her leotard down across her body exposing her stiff nipples. “I’m and adult now and I love you, I have always wanted to take care of you like mom didn’t. I knew about it all daddy and now we don’t have to worry about it anymore.” She stepped out of her outfit and returned to undressing me. She showed me a new way to dance, slow, passionate, bodies pressed, wet and hard together. My ballerina.