All in His Eyes
A Chance Encounter
by The Traveling Master
It all started when I went to this frat party across town. My best friend Jennifer was adamant about going and she dragged me for moral support since a guy she liked was supposed to be there…
Such parties aren’t really my scene, but Jen had been there for me multiple times and I just couldn't bring myself to say no. Thinking back on it now, it was pretty strange for her to invite me…
Anyway…
We made the rounds and she finally spotted the guy she wanted to hit on and I hung back in the corner, sipping my drink as I watched her flaunt her perky assets in the hopes that he would notice her. To be fair, she was playing all her cards right and I had a front row seat to it. Watching her in action like that always puts a smile on my face.
Which some guys took to mean that I was inviting them to come talk with me. I shrugged off a few hopefuls that were obviously looking for a good time, which I was not. I was polite about it and most of them got the hint pretty quick.
I was scanning the room between suiters when I saw him…
On the other side of the room, a tall guy with dark hair was sipping some cocktail and chatting with other guys. They were laughing and hitting each other’s shoulders in a purely jock style display, but something about him was different. Like he was just putting up an act for the benefit of the boys. He looked confident, yet uneasy in that particular setting. He was handsome in his own way and I was about to move my gaze back to Jen when he turned his head. That’s when I saw his eyes… Deep silver… He wasn’t looking at me per say, just looking around the room. But as I caught sight of them… I…
It’s so hard to explain, but I will try.
It was like time stopped for the briefest moment. I was pulled into his gaze... It felt like... Falling… But not where you suddenly lose your footing and fall down. It felt more like throwing yourself off a high cliff as you jumped into deep waters… Or... Jumping out of a plane to feel the air rushing around you as you fall to earth. It was that rush… An incredible feeling of free fall… Fearless in the sheer terror of it…
Yet… Completely safe…
The mix was brief, but incredibly intense.
My heart skipped a beat. Or 2…
His gaze finished scanning the room and went back to his buddies. The eye line was broken and my surroundings came rushing back. I felt like time suddenly sped up or that some weird spell had been broken. I was suddenly vividly aware I was staring at him and I looked for Jen, just to try and keep my composure.
Jen was actively twirling her hair and leaning on her target. She was in full flirt mode and it showed. If the guy wasn’t completely dense, he would catch on pretty quick. I sighed. At least she got what she wanted.
I went to the punch bowl and served myself another cup.
What did I want? I mused as I poured my drink. I was here for her, but now that she was all set, what would I do for the rest of the evening? Leave? Stay? I had exams to study for. Why did she even bring me? I didn’t even help! Maybe it was only for a small confidence boost…
I looked around the room again and I spotted the same guy, still laughing with his buddies. What exactly happened? Did I get drugged or something? No… I felt fine. It must have been a passing thing. As I watched him talk, a thought came to me that I normally pushed down at such parties. What would happen if I went over there to talk to him? He looks pretty handsome…
And those eyes…
I looked again at Jen and she was whispering things in her target's ear. I rolled my eyes.
Why did she get to have all the fun?
I took a deep breath. What the hell? If I look the fool, I’ll just leave and that will be that. None of my friends were here anyway. Just Jen… And she was otherwise occupied.
So I made my way across the room and tried to think of ways to start a conversation with the guy. By the time I got to him and his buddies, I almost laughed at all the pathetic conversation starters I was coming up with. Instead, I just went with the obvious.
“Hi there!” I said as I stood next to the guy.
The conversation stopped and they all looked at me.
“What are you boys up to tonight?” I asked again, feeling my heart racing.
I made a point NOT to look at my own target and swept the crowd. I could almost feel his gaze fall on me. I did a quick mental check of how I was dressed and cursed myself a little. I didn’t plan on hitting on any guys tonight, so I hadn’t dressed to kill. I just hoped I looked nice enough…
“Just debating our team’s hopes for the upcoming game. Why? Are you interested in football?” the guy in front of me said.
“To be honest… No… Not as much as I would like… Although… Watching a bunch of manly men thrashing around… Grunting and sweating… Is always a welcome sight to behold.” I said with a sweet smile.
They all started to laugh and I thanked my lucky stars that the ice was broken. I didn’t know WHY I said that, but it worked and I went with it.
“So what? Are you some kind of jock slut? Horny for football players?” another guy said.
“I won’t deny… Or confirm… Such a wild accusation… Buuuttt… As one of my past boyfriends once told me, no harm in admiring right?”
They laughed even more. They introduced themselves and in no time at all, I suddenly knew that the man I was aiming for was named Allen. He was actually a teacher. I was a little shocked, but pleased. He looked so young! It was his first semester teaching since he got out of school. He seemed pretty excited by it.
His voice was deep and mildly mesmerizing. Soft… Yet strong…
I eventually HAD to look at his face and as I did, it happened again. Our eyes met and I felt the pull. Small shivers of pleasure, barely noticeable, coursed my body. I felt warm...
I felt good...
His eyes were so eternally captivating. The silver of his irises was streaked with lighting patterns of blue. Like electricity… Frozen in time…
His voice was easy to listen to as well. I had no doubt that he could easily keep his class in rapt attention. The more I looked and listened, the less I could register the room around me. Like there was only me and him.
I was content. Happy. Safe.
Before I knew it, he was asking me about my own life story and I was more than happy to oblige. Talking to him while he looked at me like that was… Relaxing… Easy…
I felt like I was talking to a long-lost friend from my childhood. We ended up sitting on a sofa in a corner of the room as I told him all about myself. He was such a good listener… And his eyes…
I could fall into them and lose myself in their depths. They held my attention like nothing else I had ever experienced. The blue streaks almost seemed to move, ever so slightly, as I studied them.
We were not touching or anything, but I felt like we had reached a level of intimacy you only get once you have lived with a lover for months. A state of complete trust. And I had just met the guy!
As we sat there, I started to get thoughts… Images… Flashes…
Nothing incredible… But they were a little foreign to me. I suddenly saw myself kissing him… It was brief, but intense. The scene felt like fire in my loins. I could almost feel his hands on my bare skin… Moving to unclasp my bra…
But I was just sitting there, fully clothed, on the sofa. Looking at his eyes.
I suddenly wondered if he would want me to kiss him. Right then and there. Would he even like to kiss me?
Would I be good enough for him? What type of girl did he like? Questions started to drown my mind as I kept talking about myself. I wanted to ask him a few questions too, but I felt it would be wrong. He was asking the questions and I was answering.
A little later, another flash invaded my mind…
He was undressing me slowly… From behind… Letting his hands caress my skin as he pushed my bra straps off my shoulders…
I was feeling oh so warm… Deliciously hot… Horny…
I wasn’t even realizing what I was saying to him. I just wanted to stay there, staring into his eyes. As my lips spouted whatever he wanted to know. Inside, my mind was asking questions again. What would his touch feel like? What would we do if I flirted with him? Was I even flirting? Was he?
I felt so warm… Like I was in a sauna… Or was it all me? Each time I saw a flash or had a thought about him, it felt like putting another log in the fire, feeding my arousal…
Who was this man? Why was he so captivating? So many questions… Yet… I couldn’t muster enough curiosity to actually ask him anything. Somewhere deep inside, I knew it should have bothered me. But it didn’t. I was content to talk as he listened.
I got a vivid flash. It barely lasted a second, but I could recall every delicious detail of it.
We were both naked and he was slamming into me with a thrust that felt so manly I was screaming with a sudden and intense release.
I was cumming in my mind and we were just talking…
I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved closer to him and I made a point to get well inside his comfort zone. Our lips were inches apart. I felt bold. Flirty… Sexy…
“Enough talk…” I whispered.
He smiled and his hands grabbed the small of my back and pulled me to him. Our lips crashed together and sparks erupted. His hands felt urgent on my body and I was cursing myself, in the heat of the moment, for still wearing clothes. We kissed while still locked in each other’s eyes as more images flooded my horny mind.
I was ripping my blouse off with buttons flying everywhere. His hands grabbed both my tits as I straddled him…
God... It seemed like the right thing to do. I wasn't straddling him yet, but I wanted to... Feeling his manhood strained against his pants... Right between my legs...
Another image had me naked, kneeling on all fours on the couch as I bent down low to take his manhood in my mouth...
It was so vivid... I could almost taste him on my lips... But I didn’t have his dick at the moment, I had his tongue. We dueled like the horny teenagers we were as I got lost in his eyes…
There seemed to be no end to their depth… Like whirlpools of silver and blue… Pulling you deeper and deeper… All without moving… Not really… It was so exhilarating…
A last flash had me in a bed. A large bed… We were both naked and I was straddling him. We seemed to be fucking slowly… Tenderly… He was admiring my chest as I looked into his eyes…
The windows to his soul… Everything I needed to know was there… Shimmering in the light reflected in his eyes…
And then he closed them as the passion eroded us. The heat I had been feeling was still there, demanding that I throw myself at him, but something fell away. Like losing your way in the woods. A second ago, I was so sure… I knew what I was doing. What I wanted to do… What I needed to do…
But I suddenly felt awkward. No… Not awkward… But the pleasure wasn’t the same. The world around us came rushing back and I realized we were making out in the middle of a frat party! I never did that! What got into me?
His hands were exploring the small of my back and they felt nice. I could remember the delicious images that filled my mind and I briefly wondered where all this was going. I wasn’t that type of girl. But as his lips kissed my jaw line, making their way to my throat, I got to look around and I saw Jen, making out with her target as she slowly pushed him towards one of the many rooms. She was going to have fun tonight. The guy was in for a treat… When Jen wanted something bad enough…
I felt his lips kiss their way to my earlobe and his teeth nibbled a little. I was so horny…
“You are an incredible woman Trisha…” his soft voice echoed in my ear over the sounds of the party. “I realize you are not the type to be so bold with a stranger like me, but… For some reason… I just can’t keep my hands off you… You are so alluring… So sexy… But I will be a gentleman. I will stop us right here and let you go back to the party… If that is what you wish…”
His voice was like his eyes… Almost… I could hear hints of the pleasures to come if I decided to continue. Like liquid silk in my ears… My heart was racing. This was it. I could stop this. I could catch my breath. Regain control of myself. Enjoy his company for the rest of the evening and make plans to see him again…
But I felt a tingle of a flash… Like a dream you are trying to remember… I couldn’t be sure of the details, but the feeling was clear. It was like a flood… Taking me away into a rapture I had only read about… Daring me to take the plunge… To jump out into the unknown… To experience all that pleasure…
“And…” I breathed back. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
I felt his lips smile against my skin as he kissed me.
“Well… I would ask you for a… Drink… Back at my place… But if I do that… Being a gentleman might not be possible… There is something irresistible about you…”
Damn him and his voice… It was like he was already stroking me. Feeding the fire in my loins. My mind was all fuzzy and in the brief debate I had with myself, my lust won.
“Promises… Promises… I teased.” As I grabbed a handful of his dark hair.
His hand slapped me playfully as I pulled him back, breaking the contact his lips were making on my neck. He looked at me again and I was hit with the full intensity of his gaze. His lust… If it were even possible, it looked like his eyes were alive. Dancing with a thousand promises of the pleasure to come.
I jumped… Falling into them… Swirling deep into their unique blend of colors… Textures…
I was skydiving again… Running down a mountain… Skiing down a virgin slop on fresh snow… Unbridled joy… Pure Exhilaration… Yet… I was sitting next to him. On a sofa… Motionless… It is truly impossible to describe the mix of feelings I was experiencing.
He was talking. Telling we had a few minutes to spare before the cab would arrive. Did he say cab? Or a private car? It didn’t matter. His eyes were hungry for me. I was hungry for him. I was getting scenes again… Scenes about how I would be able to show him how good I was in bed. How determined I was to prove myself. I saw myself, in every position I knew, fucking him until the sun came up. The fire was roaring inside me and I couldn’t wait to get to his place. Did he even tell me where he lived?
We kissed and he looked deep in my eyes. Which was weird in a way… I mostly closed mine when I kissed a man. Especially a stranger… But with him… I WANTED to see his eyes. Like I could see his arousal for me. His lust… And he didn’t close his eyes either. We were lip locked and looking deep in each other’s eyes.
All the while, I started to see vivid flashes of things I had never done before.
I saw myself tied up on the bed as he pounded inside me. My throat… Raw from the intensity of my screams of passion…
I was dressed as a sexy French maid, making a show of bending over him to clean his nightstand, kissing his cock as I did…
My body was pinned against the window in a high rise while he was taking me from behind, tits exposed for anyone to see…
I was kneeling next to him as he watched the game, holding a tray with his drink on it, slowly rubbing myself with my other hand. Completely naked except for the delicate choker on my neck…
All of them excited me.
They never did before, but at that moment, I wanted it all. Everything…
The next thing I knew, we were in the backseat of a car, still kissing each other. I barely registered the girl driving us. As I kissed him, looking in his depths, I could only whimper. I wanted to let my hand sneak down his pants, get an idea of his size… Maybe take it out and stroke it a little… But we had a spectator, I would never do such a thing… Or would I?
Our eyes met and I was captivated once more. The rest of the world fell away… It was so strange… Like in a dream… Were we in a cab? A car? Were we alone?
I suddenly didn't care anymore…
His cock was out and I was stroking him slowly, enjoying the feel of his rather large manhood. I was suddenly so curious! I wanted to sneak a peek, but then again… That would mean I wouldn’t be looking into his eyes. I didn’t want that… Besides… I was having such lovely visions of his cock at the moment. As if I had already seen it. Felt it… Tasted it…
I saw myself, bending over for a lick… So naughty…
The erotic barrage filled my mind until he gently pulled my hand away and zipped himself up. What was this? Why was he stopping? Didn’t he want to have me? All of me? A thousand questions bubbled up at once, but looking in his eyes… Everything had an answer… Nothing else was really important… I was in a daze and didn’t register the next few minutes, but we ended up in a living room.
His living room.
I was glancing around and had time to notice how nice the room was. New furniture… Lovely carpet… For some reason, the carpet itself looked familiar… Like I had seen it before… Kneeled on it before… No… That was just my imagination… As I looked at him… His hands delicately took my head and guided me to face him.
His smile… So sincere… So happy…
“You are so beautiful…” he said as I saw myself exactly where I stood, but stripping down for him to enjoy…
“I just can’t believe that a beauty such as you didn’t have a date tonight… My luck I suppose…” he said as I saw myself crawl on the floor to him.
“You work hard to deny it… But I can see you are a creature of pleasure… I almost feel sad when I think you denied yourself for so long… Until tonight that is…” he said as I saw myself open his pants gently, taking out his cock slowly… Deliberately…
“Your lips taste so good… Like a special brand of sweet liquor…” He said as his thumb caressed my lips. A hot shiver erupted all over my skin as I saw myself take him in between my lips, showing him just how much pleasure I could give in return.
The combination of the scene in my head and the situation I was in kept clashing in my mind, making my horny mind want to give myself over to it all. To him…
“A man could get jealous after tasting such a delicacy… A man could want to keep such a prize all to himself…” he said as I saw myself suck away on his glorious cock. Before kissing my way up to straddle him.
“And before you protest… You ARE such a woman… A creature of passion… Of pleasure… A man could easily be tempted to claim such an exquisite lady…" he said as I saw myself get impaled on him. I could almost feel my pussy stretch to accommodate him.
“And a lucky man like that… Would certainly make it worth her wild… Showing her all the pleasures she has denied herself…” he said as I saw myself cum so hard he had to hold me down. I could see and almost feel the intensity of the orgasm I was having.
“But then again… I only take things when they are offered… Freely… I would never assume anything… Not until you give me… Permission…" he said as I saw myself… No… FELT myself enjoy the pure bliss of the massive afterglow of our passion.
“The decision is yours…” he said as he kissed me.
I wanted to kiss him back, but it was only a small peck, full of tenderness. His hands fell away slowly, sending goosebumps along my jawline. Was I already longing for his touch? He moved back to the lazy chair behind him and sat down. I could see, from the corner of my eye, the bulge in his pants. I didn’t look, for fear of breaking the spell his eyes had placed me under.
I was in my own little world of pleasure. Just standing there, looking into his eyes… I was happy… Pleasure coursed through my blood like heroin in my veins. A special euphoria unlike anything I had ever felt. Was this what drug addicts experienced? I wouldn’t know… I never used any. But there was something I simply could NOT deny…
It was addictive…
I basked in it for a few delicious moments. Our gazes were locked. It was weird… It was exciting… He was waiting for me to decide. What was I to do? The things I was seeing were so tempting… Like tasting a lick of the best ice cream in the world, but nothing else. Barely enough to wet your lips…
I wanted more… So much more…
I started to move slowly… As if I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. But I knew… My hands lifted to my hips and fire erupted along my skin. The sudden wave of bliss washed away any doubts I felt. Confirming my choice… Rewarding it…
Like following a script, I started to dance to an unheard tune. Making my hands move all along my body as I started to undress for the man that captivated me so completely. At first, I thought to change and build on the visions I was shown, but it felt wrong. If I deviated too much, I felt my arousal fall away… Ever so slightly…
Needless to say, I kept to the script.
By the time I was naked and crawling to him, I realized I had never felt as alive or as sexy as I did at that moment. It was like I was the embodiment of Aphrodite in his eyes. Sex made flesh. I was passion incarnate…My whole body was alive with purpose. With need… With pleasure…
And still, I never looked away from his eyes.
I had never boasted to be a world-class cocksucker, but as I tenderly licked his shaft, I was filled with images and techniques I understood to my very core. Like I had the benefit of knowing exactly what he would like. What he craved… As if we had connected on a level I never knew existed.
I licked and twirled like I had been shown. To my delight, I heard a soft moan escape his lips, sending thrills of pleasure between my legs. I was vibrating with need as I tried to get his rather large girth to fit in my mouth. I was hit with another wave of arousal… Like a small tidal wave… Washing away whatever was left of the proper girl inside me. I would never have come to a stranger’s home, not on a first date, not ever…
But I had and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
The wave left my nerves in a mess of heat and passion. I was flying… I was running… I was soaking in endorphins… A haze of pleasure enveloped me… Cocooning me in my own little world of pleasure… So safe… So right… It only motivated me to do my very best to emulate the flashes I had seen. All the while, his obvious pleasure was feeding my own in a way I had never really experienced. I almost smiled as I looked up at his smiling face.
His eyes kept borrowing into mine… Grabbing my attention… Making me fall over and over… It was endless… And I liked it…
Did I suck him for a few minutes? For an hour? Or maybe 2? I don’t know… Time meant nothing… As long as I looked in those perfect eyes, nothing else mattered. At some point, he was even talking softly to me. Helping me… Guiding me… Telling me how he liked it… How much he was pleased with me… Each word escaping his lips made my heart race with need and pleasure.
Moments before it happened, an undeniable image exploded in my head.
It was of me, right where I was, and receiving his seed in my mouth. Tasting it… Visibly liking it… Swallowing it…
As the thought faded, leaving a seared after image in my mind, I felt him tense up and for the briefest moment, I was about to move away and try to calm him down. Why did I pleasure him for so long?
Of course he was about to blow his load!
Did I really come all the way over here just to blow him? I could have done that in the car! I wanted him inside me… Fucking me… Taking me…
But something in his eyes stopped me. Reassuring me…
So I stayed the course. I let myself be guided by my thoughts and soon after, just like the image, he came. Gallons poured into my waiting mouth and I almost gagged and broke eye contact. But I managed…
His seed was…
Just like the flash promised. So lovely… Like tasting his pleasure… His joy… I took it all like the pro I didn’t know I was. I loved every drop of it. The texture… The smell… The taste…
As I swallowed, I stroked him a few times and realized he was still pretty damn hard. My face must have shown my puzzlement because he smiled.
“You would be right in thinking I’m not like most guys… I was blessed with… A few interesting gifts… One of which is that I recuperate fairly quickly.”
“More like instantly!” I teased.
“Hahaha… That was amazing my dear… Now… come up here…”
I smiled and kissed his cock one final time before moving myself up and straddling him. He took my head in his hands again and I felt a new wave hit me as I looked deep in his eyes. I felt I was on the brink of cumming!
It was so intense… His gaze was piercing me… Drilling down to my very soul as the bliss washed over me. As if on cue, an image of our situation seared my mind and I didn’t wait for it. I followed it as it appeared. I let my hand fall between my legs and guided him inside me.
He was still holding my head as I let myself descend, almost helpless, on his cock. A small part of me was amazed at his stamina. I saw myself cum as his manhood fully impaled me. And as promised, I felt the rush of pleasure crest and overflow as the biggest orgasm of my life ripped through my body the moment I felt my thighs make contact with his…
He felt so big inside me… So perfect…
What followed was like a dream… After I came down from my high, he put his hands behind his head and watched me as I started to bounce and grind away on his cock. He let me ride him at whatever speed I wished. I fucked him to 2 more orgasm before I finally grabbed his hands and made him squeeze my tits. He followed my lead and molested my pleasure racked body to a final orgasm before I collapsed on him.
I lost track of time…
I woke up, curled up with my head on his chest, in his bed. I looked around and I was amazed. Here I was, in the bed of a man I had just met a few hours before, having lived through the most intense sexual experience of my life.
“Glad to see you finally came around. My apologies for assuming you would sleep over, but we were a mess on the sofa and you were pretty zoned out.”
“No… huh… It’s fine… That was… huh… Pretty intense!” I said as I fought back a giggle.
“I know… You are quite the minx…” he said as he kissed the top of my head.
“Thank you…” I said, feeling my cheeks blush.
“No thanks needed… I have to admit, once I saw you, I hoped this would happen.”
I smiled. This guy… What was it about him? I was almost afraid to look up at him. What had gotten into me? The exquisite afterglow of our romp still ran hot in my veins and I didn’t really care. Not at that moment…
Thinking about it will have to wait until tomorrow.
“You did? Seems I had quite the impression on you too then…” I said.
He chuckled.
“That you did… I wasn’t lying before, you are an incredible woman…” he said as I felt him kiss the top of my head again. “I know we barely met, but I would really like you to stay the night…”
I thought it over and it WAS Friday night… I didn’t have any plans for the next day except to study so... Why not right?
I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes. They were softer now… But they still held my attention… I could melt into them… I wanted to so badly… Just let go…
I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay.
As if on cue, I saw myself, in his eyes, waking up in the morning light… In his arms… Rested and peaceful…
Safe…
“Ok sure…" I said dreamily. “But don’t expect me to make you breakfast in the morning! I’m a horrible cook!” I said laughing.
“I’m sure we will find something you are good at in the morning…” he teased.
As we gazed at each other, I got more thoughts and flashes. Less erratic and sudden than before. Softer… Gentler… Mostly about us in bed, cuddling… Feeling so safe… So right… I reluctantly put my head back on his shoulder, breaking our locked gaze. I felt his hand start to stroke my hair as I listened to his slow steady heartbeat and let the warmth of it all soak through me.
The sex… The passion… The release… The tenderness…
If one-night stands were all like this, I could understand why most of my friends partook in them so much. His hand caressed me in a slow rhythm that chased away my idle thoughts. In a manner of moments, I was falling asleep swaddled in tenderness and an afterglow unlike anything I had experienced…
At that moment, I still thought it was all fate or coincidence. Little did I know that he had orchestrated the whole thing, just to get me here, in his arms.
I would learn though…
All about his… Gifts…