EroticReverie

Juliette Jane James

It’s been months now since my appointment with Jameson. Months since I saw him at the docks. Months since I spent every weekend looking for him again at the docks. 

I told myself I was a fucking but job for wanting to schedule an appointment and make up some reason or problem to go to his office again just to have him touch me. 

I had been embarrassingly wet when he’d performed my pelvic exam and Pap smear. And I was just as wet when I saw him on the docks that night. He looked so good , somehow even hotter than he did in his white doctors coat. 

I told myself he was too old for me. Told myself he wasn’t interested.  That he probably was sick of looking at women since he did it all day.  Told myself that I was pretty full of myself and also a pervert for hoping my vagina and breasts would have had an effect on a man who saw plenty of them everyday. 

I’d laughed when Tracy had drunkenly hit on him and danced with him.  But I was also jealous.  And curious if he’d have danced with me if I’d demanded it like she did.  I was even more jealous when I watch him pull a gorgeous woman his own age into the boat and down into the cabin.  

I spent that night and every night since then wondering how he’d fucked her and wondering how many partners he has had. Finding it pretty unfair that he knew my body count and I didn’t know his.  Expect it was part of his job to know. I imagined his number was far higher than mine. 

Everytime I touched myself now , I’d imagined that day in his office.  The way he was so careful and gentle , so fucking clinical with the way he performed my exam. I replay the soft gentle tone of his voice asking me if I was okay when he’d inserted the speculum.  

God I’d never been so turned on. Granted I doubted looking inside a woman was anything sexy , but for me it was.  For the first time , I’d been aroused during an exam. Knowing that Jameson , my childhood crush was viewing a part of me nobody else had. So what if it was my fucking cervix? I remember him sliding the speculum out after swabbing the inside and it was over so quickly but I had wished for more. 

I wanted him to put more inside of me. Himself inside of me.  

I depleted two of vibrators charges when I got home that day, and found myself masturbating a hell of a lot more.  And hooking up with Dean a lot more as well. 

Tonight was his birthday and he asked me to be his date. Him and a bunch of our friends were celebrating his birthday at Buck Wild , a wannabe coyote ugly bar fit with a mechanical bull as well. 

It was fall now and chilly out so I’d worn jeans , with thigh high black suede boots and a long sleeved black sweater, with my hair down at Deans request.  

Even though we weren’t officially dating I didn’t mind doing little things for him here and there. Plus it was his birthday. 

At the bar we all feed him shots and he doesn’t take his arm from around me or his hand off my side all night. Placing kisses on my cheek, my mouth , my neck and his hands finding all of my curves throughout the night , working me up bit by bit. He knew he exactly what he was doing. He planned on the hours of foreplay so by the time we left I’d be dying to fuck him. 

I’m only a few beers in, taking it easy when all the girls decide to enter the bull riding contest and Tracy puts my name down , insisting I participate.  Dean tells her he already knows how well I can ride and she rolls her eyes and laughs. 

I drink a bit more and dance with Dean as we watch our friends take turns on the bull , most of them far too drunk to hang on for more then ten seconds. I laugh as Tracy takes her place on the bull and slaps the back of it and yells an enthusiastic “giddy up!” 

“I’ll be right back babe” Dean yells into my ear over the music. 

“Gotta piss!” He slurs and I laugh and nod and he places a kiss on my mouth that turns into a lot of tongue, sloppy drunk porno style tongue but I let him put us on display and a few guys nearby holler his name and I laugh when he pulls away with a lazy grin and winks at me before walking away to the rest rooms. 

I turn back to look at Tracy just as the bull starts to move. 

I whistle for her and yell encouragement and laugh when she leans forward and hangs on for dear life at the third buck of the machine. I can’t help but lose it when she starts to scream wide eyed as it spins in a circle and then bucks again and she’s hanging half off it. 

“Don’t think she’s gonna make it much longer” a voice says a little loud near my ear and I laugh and then turn my head smiling and my eyes widen when I see who the voice belongs to. 

Jameson looks at me , smiling and gives a wink and then looks back to Tracy and he laughs slightly as she wails and I hear her fly off the bull onto the padded cushioning. 

He looks even hotter.  Fuck he looks so hot that my pussy gives its own approval of just how good by starting to immediately soak my panties. 

He’s wearing a dark navy shirt sleeved v neck , and dark jeans.  My eyes bulge slightly at the amount of tattoos all over his arms.  Two full sleeves.  

“H-hey” I say stunned at his appearance beside me. 

He turns his head and looks back at me. 

“Hey” he says and smiles. 

“Tattoos” I say dumbly. And he smirks and looks at his arms. 

“Yup tattoos” he says with a smile. 

“I didn’t know you had any.” I say. 

He smiles. “Yeah well. I keep them covered at work.” He says. 

I lick my lips. And can’t help the way my eyes go back to his arms. God. He had great fucking arms. And his biceps bulged slightly in his shirt. The fabric clinging to them and I pretend to only look at the tattoos and not the way his arms looked. Pretend not to be interested in what those arms felt like wrapped around me waist. Or around my fucking thighs with his pretty man face buried between them. I swallowed hard. 

“You gonna ride it?” He asks and I part my lips and look up at him blinking several times. 

“What?” I ask my eyes widening. 

“The bull. Are you gonna ride it?” He asks and I feel my heart beat again. Of course ride the bull.  The bull. Not him. Not his cock. God I really really wanted to ride his cock. 

“Juliette?” He asks and I blink and shake my head. 

“Oh.  Yeah. My friends signed me up” I say and he smiles. 

“What’s the winner get?” He asks 

I shrug. 

“A t shirt I think” I say and he laughs with a nod. 

“Nice” he takes a drink and feel my nipples tighten as he Adam apple bobs with each swallow and I feel like it’s incredibly unfair for a man to be so hot. 

“Hey babe” Dean says as he wraps his arms around me from behind and I startle as I look at him over my shoulder. 

I see him narrowing his gaze slightly at Jameson. 

“This is Jameson a friend of my family , Jameson this is my friend Dean”. I say and Jameson smiles and nods. 

“What’s up” Jameson says as he looks at Deans clear claim on me as he rests his chin on my shoulder. 

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping my girl company” he says and Jameson just smiles and nods. 

“Nice to see you again Juliette” Jameson says and I nod. 

“You too” I call to him as he walks away. 

I didn’t correct Dean on calling me his girl. Because there wasn’t any point. Why would Jameson care if I was actually his or not. 

A few bull rides later I’m called up and take my place on the saddle. I laugh as my friends all cheer for me. 

“Ride it good babe!!!” Dean hollers. 

“Show them what you’re gonna be doing on my dick later!” He yells and I flush red and shake my head at him and laugh as do our friends. Then I look over further back and see Jameson with a small smile on his lips as he looks at me on the bull. He raises his beer to me and my eyes stay on his as he mouths the words good luck. 

I stay on for a minute and a half. And wonder if Jameson thought about me ontop of him at all because I clenched my thighs so hard on that fucking bull, and from the bucking of it and my pussy hitting the saddle. I had to bite my lip just not to have an orgasm on it. I’d caught Jameson’s eyes a few times while I was on it. He was watching every single second and it made it that much harder not to cum. 

I let myself fall before I embarrassed myself and climaxed in a packed bar or friends and strangers. 

“That’s my girl!!!” Dean hollers when I stand up and walk over and out of the little riding ring and he grabs me and kisses me hard , his hand going up my shirt immediately and I nervously laugh as people give us all their attention and I push his hand down out of my shirt. 

“You’re so fucking hot” he yells into my ear over the music and the announcer at the bull. 

“Let’s go.  I wanna fuck you now” he yells and our friends hear him and laugh. 

“We’re at your birthday party” I tell him with a little laugh as I push back gently but he grabs and back me up to the wall near by and pushes people out of his way as I apologize to them. 

“Dean” I laugh when his hands are on my hips and I feel my push clench because I was so turned on right now. But not at all because of Dean. 

Both hands go up my shirt and he grabs my bare tits and I inhale as he rubs his thumbs over my pierced nipples in the middle of the club. People nearby smirking or watching or looking away pretending not to notice. 

“Let me take you back to my place and fuck you Jules” he groans into my ear. 

“I want you so bad right now.” He tells me and I gasp when he pinches my nipples and take a little breath and whimper and look up. 

Standing a few yards away I see Jameson watching Dean feel me up. His eyes go to the movement under my sweater and then back up to my eyes as I feel myself building closer and closer to the orgasm I tried to avoid on the bull. 

But just having Jameson’s eyes on me , watching Dean maul me in public, was too much.  

“Dean” I moan as he nips my neck and my eyes flutter a moment before finding Jameson’s again as he takes a sip of his beer. 

I grind myself on Deans thigh and in seconds I cum like a little hussy in the middle of a fucking bar as I gasp and cling to deans sides , grabbing at him as I buck my hips against him and grind on his thigh.  The entire time my eyes don’t leave Jameson’s. And I watch his eyes burn right into me as I cum while he watches. Fully clothed and writhing against my date. 

The second I sag slightly and my orgasm ebbs , I watch Jameson take another sip and then turn and walk through the crowd.  Away from me.