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“One student ticket please,” I said to the person at the ticket counter while I handed them my school ID.
Our local town museum because they offered steep discounts to college students during the week and I decided I should check it out. This week was a bit rough for me, so I wanted to treat myself by getting out of my dorm and surrounding myself with history and art. Since I was also an art student, this was an awesome way for me to get my creative juices flowing and maybe even inspire me.
“Alright Rebecca, here’s your ID and your ticket. Do you know about this month’s special exhibit?” I heard the person behind the counter say.
“Yes, of course! I’m super excited to see it and heard such good things about it too! Several of my friends actually have their work exhibited there. I told them that I was going to see it and I promised them I’d tell them what I thought of it later. It’s kinda cool that the town gets to see their work and that it’s next to some of the work of local artists as well. I wonder if I’ll get to meet any of them today. Do you think they would give me any advice? Oh, sorry, I think I’m just rambling. Thanks again!”
I waved goodbye to the counter person and they sort of just watched me leave with a puzzled look on their face. I sometimes had to remind myself that I shouldn’t talk so much around random people, especially strangers. Not everyone appreciated my talkative personality.
Once I entered the museum, I was a little overwhelmed by how much was on display. I hadn’t been since I was a little girl, and I didn’t remember them having so much stuff. I would have expected this more from a big city museum, but not from our local small one. I was excited to check everything out!
The museum was kind of empty since it was in the middle of the week, so it wasn’t hard to walk around and take my time inspecting various pieces. My passion was definitely art, but I very much appreciated seeing anything historical too. I loved to imagine people long ago either using or making whatever I was looking at. It was probably the one thing other than art that I was kind of nerdy about.
There was one piece of absolutely exquisite art that I did not expect to see here though. On the other side of the room was the Blue Viking! Granted, he was a person, not a sculpture or a painting, but he was still a masterpiece. I think his actual name was Lukas or something? In my head, I called him the Blue Viking for so long that it was difficult to think of his real name.
He was a foreign student at our University and he looked exactly like you would think a hot, tall, strong Viking would look like, down to his dark hair with natural blonde highlights and his sculpted beard. It was well kept and meticulously groomed and honestly made him seem more mature and just more manly. However, most thought that his most striking feature was his eyes. They were so blue and so clear that it felt like you could fall into them if you looked long enough.
While his beard exuded masculinity and his eyes were dreamy, it was his impressively muscular body that had girls constantly around him. He was tall and powerfully built. His broad chest seemed to stretch any sized shirt he had on, and his arms looked like he could chop down a tree with one swing or row a boat single-handedly across the Atlantic. I never got to see him without his shirt off, but I would bet he also had some insane abs to go with the rest of his physique.
For me though, what always drew my attention was his thick and muscular legs. Some guys had well-built upper bodies and twigs for legs, but this guy definitely never skipped leg day at the gym. Watching his leg muscles bulge as he walked was a favorite pastime of mine. Sadly, I only got to enjoy it when he wore shorts though. Thank god there was an intense heatwave going on even though we were in the middle of Fall.
When he first arrived at Wheaton College, he was a drooling obsession with most of the school’s females, both staff and students. However, his popularity waned as he rarely talked and was generally introverted. I never got the sense he was shy or socially awkward or anything, but he seemed to have only spoken like 10 words the entire time he had been here.
Unlike the other Avengers at the school, he didn’t seem to be a man whore either. While he still drew constant looks from girls at school, most kept their distance since he never seemed to reciprocate their looks or feelings. When you saw enough girls say hi and introduce themselves to him without him barely making eye contact, it sent a clear message you shouldn’t bother trying either.
To be honest, seeing him here kind of frustrated me. I just lost my recent crush to that slut Shauna and I really wanted to catch the attention of a hot guy. It might seem petty, but I wanted the personal validation. Lukas seemed like a perfect candidate, but apparently I’d have better luck getting a tree to notice me. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldn’t it be a different hot guy Etimesgut Escort from a different school or something? Some of my wavy brown hair fell on my face and I blew it away from me in annoyance.
I walked over to inspect something near him but was careful not to get too close. I slyly glanced over at him and loved what I saw. He was wearing shorts that were much shorter than what I was used to seeing American guys wear, but he was European after all. Besides, I wasn’t complaining. His legs were packed with muscles and my eyes caught every tiny flex he made as he shifted his stance.
Eventually, my gazes turned to his upper body. He wore a simple, large polo shirt, but his muscular frame made it tight. His pecs were clearly visible as they pushed out his shirt and his muscular arms begged to be touched. His biceps were so big that I knew even with both of my hands I wouldn’t be able to wrap around them. Damn, he could literally play Thor or any Norse god in those types of movies.
During one of my side-eye glances at him, I noticed that he was looking over at me. At first, I thought there was a piece of art behind me that he was looking at, but there wasn’t anything near me. Was I just imagining it? No way, he just looked at me again! I couldn’t help but smile and blush a little bit. He never looked at any girl at school and he was definitely eyeing me up.
I guess the outfit I picked out today really did its job. I wore a tank top with buttons that ran down the center. I had the first two buttons undone to give the top a deep V and show off a fair amount of my D-cup breasts. I opted to go without a bra because my breasts were perky enough that I didn’t really need one and it wouldn’t have looked good with the top anyway. The top was also slightly cropped which gave a sneak peek at my flat and toned stomach.
I paired my top with a loose pleated mini-skirt that barely reached my mid-thighs. Some might think it was a little too short, but I didn’t care since it at least covered my firm butt and highlighted the pale, creamy, and smooth skin of my legs. I was a bit daring by wearing a g-string that left my ass bare and barely covered my bald pussy, but I loved how sexy it made me feel. To complete my look, I also had some 3-inch heels on with crisscrossing straps that went up my shins and calves. I was pretty short at only 5’2″, so I usually liked to wear heels to make myself a bit taller.
I knew I looked like a complete tease, which was exactly what I wanted. During High School, I loved to dress like a tease and get desperate looks from hormonal guys. I wasn’t a slut or anything, but I was a bit of an attention whore. I tended to not dress like a tease too much at college, but today I really wanted some male attention to make me feel better about losing my crush Connor to that goddamn slut-tramp-whore. Besides, a museum was definitely a place a girl loved to dress up for.
Without making it obvious that I saw his glances at me, I brushed some of my brown hair back and hooked it behind one of my ears while I crossed my legs to show off my toned thighs. I was actually in pretty incredible shape due to playing tennis since I was like 8 years old. I wasn’t good enough to play competitively at the college level, so I hadn’t been playing as much, but I still reaped the physical benefits. Hopefully fit girls were Lukas’ type.
After we both stood there for what seemed like hours, I saw him finally move and my heart skipped a beat. Sadly, my heart plummeted soon after when I saw that he was walking away from me. Damn! Did he just recognize me from school and that was it? Was he actually not interested or was he just playing hard to get? I saw him move into the next adjoining room and I quickly followed after him. I wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet.
When I walked into the next room, I saw him nearby with his back facing me. He didn’t turn at all to look at me after I entered, which bummed me out. He had to know I was following him given how loud my heels clicked against the solid floor. I made sure to stand near him again, but this time I didn’t see any wayward glances in my direction. I waited for him to move and I coyly moved in the same direction he was and made sure to accidentally graze against his arm as I passed him.
“Oh, sorry,” I softly said while I combed some of my hair behind my ear again with a slight smile.
I stopped a few feet away from him and this time I definitely felt his eyes roaming across my body. My heart started to pound hard in my chest and felt a rush of energy. I had his attention, but now the next challenge was keeping it. I didn’t know why I got such a rush from having a guy’s attention on me, but it was addicting. I knew this likely wouldn’t go anywhere or end up with us exchanging numbers, but the chase was fun enough for me.
With renewed confidence, I decided to go to the other side of the room to see if he would follow me at all. Sure enough, I saw him move Etlik Escort out of the corner of my eye to be somewhat close to me. I desperately wanted to talk to him. Every instinct in my body said to say something, but I kept my jaw clenched tight. If there was one thing I knew about Lukas, it was that he wasn’t a talker. My talkative personality sometimes turned other people off to begin with and I wasn’t willing to risk that with him. I guess I had to let my body do the talking.
The next exhibit room was up a flight of stairs and he was between me and them. This gave me a naughty idea. I turned and started to walk toward him and it was the first time we both made eye contact with each other. I smiled innocently at him and once I walked past him, I swore I could feel his eyes staring at my skirt and legs. I felt like the sexiest girl alive. I couldn’t believe I was getting the attention of the most unapproachable guy at school!
Once I got to the wide staircase, I started to slowly walk up the steps. I glanced behind me and saw no one else around except for Lukas while he slowly climbed the stairs after me. Thank god no one else was here. It was time to put my plan into action.
I reached my arms behind me and I slowly slid my hands down my lower back. Soon my hands lowered to slide over the curve of my ass and then I slowly started to pull my skirt up to fully expose my round and firm ass cheeks. I looked behind me and saw the Blue Viking helplessly staring at my exposed ass. I smiled at him before I lowered my skirt back down after reaching the top of the stairs.
I walked down a short hallway before finding the entrance to the next exhibit room and walked in. I remembered the look on his face and I started to get really turned on. The surprise and desire in his eyes were intoxicating. I couldn’t wait to see his face again once he walked in. I turned my head to keep an eye on the entrance but he wasn’t there. Wait, where was he? He was only a few steps behind me! I waited another minute or so, and still saw no sign of him. Where the hell did he go?
Curiosity got the better of me and I started to walk back to the entryway to look down the hallway. Once I got to the threshold, I saw a big hand grab my arm and I was pulled into the hallway and soon pressed up against the wall. I was a little bit in shock and was even more surprised when I saw it was Lukas!
He towered in front of me and was practically pressed right up against me with his forearm leaning against the wall. I was breathing hard as I looked up at his incredibly handsome face and chiseled jawline. God, he looked so sexy with that damn beard.
I was completely stunned and felt unable to move. Not out of fear, but out of surprise. I never had seen him act like this! Did my teasing go too far? Was he going to try to take advantage of me or something? No, he wasn’t that type of guy. All I could do was stare into his crystal blue eyes and start to get lost in them. He was so fucking hot, this was crazy.
For a moment, neither of us moved even a muscle as we stared at each other. I could tell there was a burning passion in his eyes and I knew he saw the same in mine. He started to lower his head and started to bring his face closer to mine. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I’d have a heart attack. As his lips neared mine, I closed my eyes and angled my face to receive his soft lips. However, nothing was happening. I didn’t feel his lips at all.
After waiting a few seconds, I opened my eyes and he was completely gone! What the hell? Was he a ghost or something? I tried to move my legs, but they were so wobbly that I had to reach out to the wall to steady myself. Oh my god, what was wrong with me? We didn’t even kiss! Why did my body feel like it was just struck by lightning or something?
I stopped and tried to collect myself. I took a deep breath and I suddenly became aware of how fucking horny I was. My nipples were rock hard and were poking through the thin cotton material of my tank top and I could feel how wet my pussy was. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this turned on before. Not even Connor made me feel like this. Did he put me under a spell or something? All I could think about was his wonderful smell and those piercing blue eyes. I wanted to be next to him again. No, I needed to. I didn’t care what it took.
Collected, but not entirely calm, I walked back into the adjoining exhibit room and saw Lukas at the other end admiring a painting. I quickly walked over to stand practically next to him. I had no idea what to do or say, but I knew I needed to be around him. I looked at the painting, and then smiled at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He seemed completely focused on the art. I started to sway my body a little bit to get his attention, but I didn’t see him glance over at me at all. What the shit? Was he toying with me?
Well, if he wanted to play games, I could play games too. I left his side and wandered into the next room. Eve Gelen Escort Perfect, no one was here. I saw a topless sculpture of the goddess Aphrodite at one end that faced the entrance into the room. I smiled wickedly to myself as I stood near it and laid my back against the wall. I crossed my legs and stared at the entrance while I waited for Lukas to walk in.
Before long, I saw him walk past the entryway and I immediately saw his eyes lock onto me. My hands went from my waist, up the sides of my torso and then I softly squeezed my breasts through my top while I stared at him. I was doing this to tease him but I was amazed by how fucking good it felt.
My nipples immediately hardened and my fingers grazed them through my shirt while I continued to massage my breasts. I gasped in pleasure while I looked down at my breasts and watched myself play with them. I always enjoyed playing with myself, but it felt electrifying to do so in front of a hot guy like Lukas. It was like the nerves on my body were turned up to 11! Soon, I raised my head to stare at him and I bit my lip in pleasure.
I was definitely having an impact on him. My eyes caught a glimpse of something moving in his shorts, so I knew his cock had to be getting hard. He also had the look of a guy who was trying to resist running over to fuck me right then and there. To be honest, I probably would’ve let him. I was so horny, especially after playing with myself that I didn’t think I would resist.
With a final squeeze, my hands slowly dropped away from my breasts and I started to walk over to the next room and gave him a sly wink as I turned. I didn’t really want to leave though. I wanted to stay there and continue playing with myself. I forced myself to leave because I didn’t want to make it too easy for him. Honestly, it was mainly payback for him leaving me and not kissing me earlier.
Once I exited the room, I entered another small hallway before you would get to the next exhibit room. I focused all of my senses behind me to see if he was following after me. After walking through most of the hallway, I was getting disappointed that I didn’t hear any steps behind me. Was what I did really not enough to break him? What else could I even do at this point?
Suddenly, I felt two hands grab my arms and pull me backward. I gasped and almost screeched as my body was pressed into what I could only assume was Lukas’. As his musky scent washed over me, I felt his arm brush against my back as he grabbed both of my arms behind me and pinned me against his torso. His aggressiveness and power made me feel helpless in his grasp. Fuck he felt strong! Why was this so goddamn arousing too?
With one of his hands free, I felt him brush my long brown hair away from my neck and felt his hot breath on my ear. I desperately wanted him to suck on it, but he refrained. I then felt his head move down to my neck and I took shuddering breaths in anticipation of feeling his warm lips on my soft skin.
Yet, he still did nothing and it was driving me absolutely crazy! My eyes saw his free hand move to my chest and watched as my breasts heaved up and down. He looked like he was about to grab my boob through my top but his hand stopped mere millimeters away!
“Please…do it…” I softly said under my breath.
Part of me was shocked by what I just said. We didn’t even have a conversation yet. Hell, he didn’t even know my name! How did things get to this point? My thoughts were interrupted when his fingers ever so gently grazed against the cotton material and barely scraped against my hard nipple that was clearly poking through the top. I moaned and closed my eyes.
This was it. He was going to explore my body and I was going to give him full access. I never wanted it this bad in my fucking life. I thought I would only tease him, but now I wanted it. I desperately wanted him to touch me and I wanted to wrap my hands around his hard cock. Fuck, why hasn’t he touched me yet? What was he waiting for?!
I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. Since my arms were pinned behind me, I tried to maneuver my hands to reach for his crotch. Right before I was about to make contact, I suddenly felt him release me from his hold. I almost fell to the floor since I didn’t realize how much I was leaning against him and how weak he made my legs feel. I honestly felt a little woozy with how much blood was rushing throughout my body and I staggered a bit to stay standing.
What the hell was going on? I saw him walk away from me and entered the next room. I scoffed to myself in utter disbelief. He had me in the palm of his hand and he was just going to walk away? Was he determined for me to make the first move on him or something? If so, what a fucking asshole. Did he not know that girls secretly craved having the guy make the first move? That we wished to feel wanted and that we love to see a guy’s confidence and strength?
God, I was so turned on. You know what? Fuck it, I couldn’t take this anymore. If he wanted me to jump his bones, he only had to wait a few more seconds. I quickly walked forward and entered the next room. I saw him walking through it without taking the time to look at anything that was inside. Since I was so far behind, it was taking me a while to catch up to him since I couldn’t quite run due to my heels.
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