Find Your Center

“There, there… keep going… almost… ahhh, shit.”

Damn. This is way harder than I thought it would be. Here I was thinking I was picking up a relaxing hobby that might help me chill out after work, but, I don’t know. Might give up on this whole wheel-throwing thing pretty soon if I can’t figure this out soon.

The guy teaching us makes it look so easy. How is he doing that?

Hopefully, he doesn’t notice me staring at him over here. Nah, he’s way too focused on that gorgeous vase he’s making.

God, he’s so good with his hands. The way they glide effortlessly over the clay… The way the muscles in his arms go taut as he makes little adjustments here and there.

It’s kind of hypnotizing, watching him carve those patterns across the surface of the vase… He’s so in the zone…

I let my wheel spin to a slow stop between my knees and look down again at the useless mess of wet clay on my wheel plate.

Well, at least I’m not the only one clearly distracted by our hot pottery instructor. I wonder how many people here are actually interested in pottery? He’s totally oblivious to the five sets of eyes on him as he slides the wire under his perfect bowl and lifts it off the wheel.

“Oh, looks like we’re out of time, everyone! You can leave your bowls where they are and I’ll move them into the drying room. See you all next Monday.”

I’m not really sure what to do with this lumpy little bowl I failed at making. I stay seated at my wheel and try to pry it off the plate.

“Had some trouble with this one did you?”

“Oh, erm, yeah… I just can’t seem to get this right.”

“Ah, this kind of thing just takes a lot of practice. Once you get it, it just sort of clicks, y’know? Here, let me show you.”

The last person is just leaving the room as he pulls the neighboring stool over and positions it behind mine. It’s just me and him in here now. He scoops my ruined bowl off the wheel and drops a fresh block of clay onto the center.

There’s just something about him… I can’t quite put my finger on it.

He’s huge, really big, and muscular. Must workout when he’s not making those beautiful vessels. And his hair is stacked on top of his head in a messy bun that spills out loose strands around his scruffy jaw.

I’m not one to get all googly-eyed over guys, but… damn.

I’m not one to get all googly-eyed over guys, but… damn. There’s a gracefulness about him I don’t see often in other guys. The way he shapes and manipulates the clay is so delicate and gentle, despite how big of a guy he is.

“I’ll show you a few techniques that should help. Do you have anywhere to be, or can you stay a while?”

“Erm, no… it’s fine. I can stay a while.”

“Great. Do you mind if I…?”

“Oh. No, go ahead.”

He sits on the stool he placed behind me. His chest pushes into my back a little. He’s… really close. And smells so good. Like damp earth and sandalwood.

“Okay. Um, it’s easiest if you put your hands on mine, so you can feel what I’m doing. Is that okay with you?”

His lips are right next to my ear. It tickles every time he speaks.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Just, erm, just tell me what to do.”

“Perfect. Let’s start by just getting the wheel going…”

His leg pushes gently against mine to find the pedal. The wheel starts to spin and he reaches around my middle to get to the clay.

“So, when you’re centering the clay, you want to apply firm, continuous pressure… like… this.”

I lift my hands and slowly place each one on top of his. His skin’s a little dry and he’s covered with slip. He leans against me, applying more pressure with his hands I feel the clay start to smooth and calm under our touch.

“Ooh, there we go. Can you feel that?”

I can feel everything. His breath on the back of my neck, his strong arms on either side of me, his leg against mine… good god, there is no way I can focus on clay right now.

“Yeah, yeah… I can feel it.”

The wheel slows for a moment and he turns his head so that his mouth is so close to my ear I can feel his breath.

Am I imagining it or… is something… different? His breathing has picked up… audible.

I move my body back into his a little.

He takes his foot off the pedal and the wheel slows to a stop. He slowly pulls one hand out from under mine. Why is he stopping…?

“Every time I teach this class and you show up, I get so excited… you’re just so beautiful. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes…”

I have to crane my neck to the side to meet his lips, but the dull ache feels good with his mouth pressing into mine.

“I want you…”

I feel dazed, a little dumbstruck, unable to put into words how much I want him, too.

“Me, too…”

He moves his massive hands to my waist and pulls at the apron’s tie around my back.

I lift the loop over my head and toss it to the side.

He grips my hips and swivels me around to face him. His eyes are dark and full of lust.

The eye contact is enough to make the warm center between my thighs start to throb. I really, really want to feel his hands on me again.

He reaches forward, cupping my face and bringing me closer to him. He holds his mouth close to mine, making me wait for his lips.

His soft tongue slips into my mouth as I grip the front of his apron and pull him to me.

“Mmm, fuck…”

He tastes incredible. His whole mouth envelops mine and his tongue works so gently between my lips. Heat is flushing through my body.

He stands, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he starts to undress. He peels his t-shirt off and tosses it onto the floor. Oh my god… his body is unbelievable. He even has those little v-lines that go down from his hips towards his cock.

I want him… so bad…

He kicks off his jeans and his shoes. I can see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. He smirks under my gaze and pushes his boxers down and his cock springs free.

He reaches down, lifting the bottom of my t-shirt and pulling it upwards and over my head. God, the way he’s looking down at me… it makes me feel so desperate… so needy… and also so wanted.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long… come here…”

He drops down onto his stool again and kisses me, hard. His hands are warm running up my bare thighs, slipping under my skirt.

He finds the waistband of my panties, hooks his fingers under them and tugs. I lift my hips, letting him slide them away from me. He slides one hand back up my thigh and strokes two fingers over my folds.

“You feel so good…”

His thumb pushes between my labia, dipping into my aching pussy and spreading my wetness up to my clit.

“Ohhh… fuck…”

“Mmm, I love when you moan…”

My hands grip the back of his neck and I grind against his hand. Fuck, I need more… it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. He’s got me so wound up, so primed for pleasure already.

“Ohhhh… yeah, to the right… there—there…”

“Yeah, like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep going—”

“You look so gorgeous like this…”

“I want you inside me.”

“Mmm, yeah, you want that? Me too…”

He reaches down to his jeans pocket and pulls out a condom.

“You come prepared, huh?”

He grins, a little bit of embarrassment in his eyes.

“I may have been hoping that one day this might happen with us…”

His strong hands slide under my ass and he lifts me effortlessly into his lap. I can feel his cock between my legs I move my hips against him, spreading my wetness over his throbbing cock.

“I need you inside me… please…”

He breaks our kiss and looks into my eyes as he thrusts forward. I rock my hips to try to ease him into me.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Oh my god, you feel good…”

He fills me completely and I shift forward and back to bury him deep inside me. He wraps his broad hands around my ass and drives me forward.

“Yeah, baby, just like that… yeah…”

I grind my clit against his lower stomach as the tip of cock pushes far back inside of me.

“Fuck… ohh, harder…”

My hands tangle in the loose strands of hair at the back of his neck as I move myself against him.

His lips travel over my neck, his tongue massaging my skin and his teeth grazing against me.

“Fuck you feel so good… bounce on me…”

“Ohhh, god, yeah... you look so good all spread out…”

His hands lift my ass slightly and he thrusts up into me.

“Oh, god… feel how deep you are?”

“Fuck, just like that, just like that… keep going… keep riding my cock, just like that, baby, more, come on…”

My thighs are tight against his hips. I’m gripping him tight to hold myself steady against his thrusts as they get harder and faster. Fuck, he’s going to make me cum.

One of his hands slides the bra strap off my shoulder and tugs it down to expose my breast. His mouth falls to my nipple and closes over it.

His tongue swirls around it, flicking and sucking. He grips it lightly between his teeth, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I lean my head back, offering myself up to him.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.”

“Yeah? Me too. Don’t stop…”

Each thrust is bringing me closer and closer. I can feel the tension building in every inch of my body. He brings his mouth back up to mine and moans against my lips.

“Oh, fuck, I’m… I’m going to cum…”

“Oh, god, yes. Cum for me. Cum on my cock for me…”

“I’m cumming, fuck… don’t stop.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

I collapse against him, shaking. My pussy is still pulsing around his cock.

He gently kisses my neck, his fingers slowly trailing up and down my back while the tremors die down.

I pull my head back and look at him.

“Um… so… those are the techniques you wanted to show me…”

“Yeah… it’s all about… grounding yourself. Finding your center.”

He swipes a gentle hand over my cheek, wiping away some clay dust and a little slip.

“Yeah… maybe next week you can show me some more?”

“I bite my lip and raise my eyebrows at him.”

“Ohh, yeah, there’s plenty more I’d love to show you.”