A faceless dream

I wrote a random blurb today, but came up with two relatively different endings.. Don't know which one is better, or if any of it is any good at all. I hope it is enjoyable!

She didn’t know what she was doing, or what this was suddenly about. She had never been one to seek out sexual pleasures. She was a virgin, but this couldn’t possibly be about that. Did everyone have days and thoughts like these?

She let herself get distracted, and suddenly, there she was, watching things she couldn’t quite fathom the pleasure of. Her stress about work was making her avoid it even more.

She closed her eyes, and there he was. The man she didn’t know the face of anymore. He used to be the man she had fallen for. The man she had imagined would stick around. She was glad it ended before they got anywhere near there. She had her sights on a new man. A better man. A faceless man.

He was sitting there, watching her, smiling, scrutinizing her every move with his gaze. She got up, left tent into the bathroom stall and was closing the door when he showed up, pushed it open and let himself in, closing the door behind him. She didn’t need to say words for him to understand her worry of being discovered. He shushed her. He pulled her waist into him. The lust was apparent in both their eyes. She looked up at him, and his strong, muscular arms tightened their grip around her body, pulling her in as though she were a part of him. It was suddenly hot in the stall. He kissed her. Gently at first, as though afraid of what she might do. She responded. The kiss then turned them into hungry animals, wanting more. Their lips locked, and his tongue caressed hers, not wanting to let go. Her hands were at his waist. She subconsciously slid them up to his chest, under his shirt. She wanted him, and he wanted her. In that moment, it was all they knew.

They pulled away wearing looks of desperation. They couldn’t stand the seconds it was taking to get their clothes out of the way. He pulled his shirt off, turning her on even more. She reached and unbuckled his belt while they kissed passionately. He stroked her breasts, pushing against them, straddling them. He wanted more. He looked down at her dress. Reading his mind, she turned around, breathing heavily as he unzipped her. He didn’t know if it was her bare backbone or the snap of her bra when he unbuckled it impatiently, but he had never wanted her more. He gently caressed the small of her back, sliding up. She gasped when his right hand encircled her waist and caressed her stomach underneath the dress. His other hand reached up to her shoulders and hurriedly slid the clothes off her upper body. Her dress and bra fell to the ground, leaving her with him in her thin white underwear. The hand at her waist pulled her back into him. He started kissing and gently nibbling at her neck from behind her, and his hands explored her bare skin. He straddled her right breast with one and caressed her panty line with the other. She moaned as his bites left marks on her, and the increasing intensity made him hard. She felt him stiffen against her butt, and rubbed against him gently, repeatedly. He let out a sigh of contentment. His hand quickly slipped under her panties, eager to know her. All of her. He stroked her sweet spot, gently and slowly, letting her feel every touch while he nibbled at her neck as though a hungry animal. One hand of hers held onto his, caressing her breasts. The other found its way to his waist. She rubbed against his pants, just under his belt. She felt him inhale sharply and continued with her motion. His fingers slipped inside her, rubbing the wetness she felt, making her feet feel weak.

He stroked her insides and held her by the bosom, making her moan. In turn, she rubbed his evident phallus, in swift motions she didn’t know she could make. They moved in harmony and stood like that until her feet threatened to give out and she pushed back against him for support, her hand stopping, her gasps louder. He slowed down and slipped his fingers out of her, wet. She took a heavy breath, turned around, and pulled his pants down, surprising him and revealing the erect structure their erotica had formed. He looked at her with lust and stood tall, to let her see him. She was nervous. He could tell. But she wanted it just as much as him. She wrapped her hand around him, and he looked at her in question, in attempt to comfort her and tell her she didn’t have to, although his eyes told a different story. She looked up at him, and the lust in her eyes reciprocated his. All was understood without the need for words. She stood, placing her hand onto his upright phallus.

Her hand moved gently, encircling his erection, moving in a swift vertical motion. Her lips locked with his, and his hands strayed back to her breasts. She could feel him hardening in her hand. She suddenly bent over and licked his phallus. He was caught off guard and let out a deep sigh. She took him in, all seven inches, played with him with her tongue. One hand of his held onto her hair, the other grabbing the metal handle beside him. She moved faster. He gripped the bar harder. She slowed down, and kissed his abdomen, making her way back up to his lips, leaving a trail of carefully places marks. He moaned softly when she kissed him again, pushing her tongue against his and playing with his phallus with her hand. He pulled her into his bare self and they felt the rush of their bodies touching. She was bare, naked, pulled into him. Her sweet spot was in contact with his phallus and it sent shivers through both their bodies. They kissed, and he bent over, picking her up by the thighs and pushing her against the back wall. Their genitals were still touching, and oh, the spark between them.

He carried her and sat her down on the toilet seat. They were in the handicapped bathroom, bigger than most stalls. He leaned her down and pulled her thighs towards him. Her legs were open, and he was in between. He kissed her thigh, making his way up. His tongue caressed the lips of her vagina. Then, it gently slid in between them, making her gasp for air. Her head fell back, and she moaned as he repeatedly kissed her, sliding his tongue into her, slowly at first. He ate into her, faster as her moans got louder. He was holding her legs up and could feel them stiffen. She gasped for air in between her moans and held the handle he had held onto earlier. She could feel her world blurring, her insides tingling. Her pelvis jumped up and down as he kissed her there. He slowed down. His grip on her legs loosened. His tongue slid out. There was a brief pause, followed by a loud moan from her, when he slid his tongue back into her. She shuddered, inside and out, as he kissed her there several times, slowly. He picked her up now, holding her thighs against his own, carrying her. He kissed her on the lips, with a certain fierceness. She was backed against the wall again, as he pushed himself onto her. She looked at him, held his phallus in her hand. He stared back, realizing she was giving him a look of approval, and then whispered to her, “We can’t. Not here. It’s your first time! It has to be special. We waited this long, what’s four more days!” At that, she smiled and told him that it didn’t matter, as long as he was who it was with.

Ending #1

Just then, his face turned dark again. His light brown eyes became hollow and stared into her soul. She screamed, and he dropped her, falling to the ground. She woke up, wet, scared and drenched, and stared at the empty room she was in. she had fallen asleep on her desk. She’d dreamt of this countless times. It just won’t stop. She pulled out the ring he had given her some two days before their sudden erotica. A tear fell from her eyes when she registered that it had been almost one year. One year, since he was shot on his job in the police force. One year, since he was gone. She wondered, rather unreasonably, if things would have been different had she made any different choices. She knew it wouldn’t change anything, but she couldn’t help but wonder. Would he still be with her if she did something differently?

Ending #2

He felt the wetness in her as she pulled his erection into her. He caressed her gently, rubbed against her sweetspot a few times, and eased himself inside of her. She gasped as he thrust himself back and forth. Her back rubbing against the wall, her hands scratching on his back. She felt him harden by the second, and he felt her walls closing in on him. They moved in harmony, gasping as he went in and out. Her juices flowed around him, filling him with wet desire. She felt hot, and he felt himself climaxing. He kept going, and slowed down when her moans turned to screams and every movement made her breathless. She was shaking, tight and wet. He kissed her gently, eased and content, and she responded, still shuddering from him inside her. He moved in her a few more times and slid out slowly. She could finaly breathe again. He let her down and stepped back. She fell to the ground and pulled his waist towards her mouth. He came as her soft lips caressed the tip of his erection. She felt the juices, wet and hot. He sighed and moaned, and she gently licked his still hard phallus to completion. He fell too, to the ground, then, and touched her cheek. He whispered to her, the three words he never thought he was capable of feeling. “I love you, Jane,” he said. She smiled and kissed him, a quick peck. “I love you too, Michael.”

Just then, there was a loud bang on the toilet door. They realized where they were, and stood to dress. They looked at each other, giggling, as Jane addressed the sound. She had barely covered herself when the door flew open. There was a gunshot, and Michael disappeared, leaving blood in his stead. She screamed, but couldn’t move. She looked up to see who did this, but was blinded by a white flash of light.

She woke up, covered in sweat, breathless. For a month now, she had the same recurring dream.