Bob and I have been getting on really well – he sends me pictures…. which is great. This is his idea……
This takes place at Bob’s favourite restaurant. Unfortunately he lives 4 hours from the coast – so its not freshly caught soft shell crab cakes as the special.
We go to the restaurant quite often and so we get a stall at the back – with long bench seats set in a U shape. It’s pretty private, except for another stall on the opposite side of the room.
We were there last night, both of us feeling randy – Bob’s been away on business rather a lot lately – more's the pity….
I was wearing my favourite dress – slinky black velour with a fitting top and flared skirt. It is a very sensual fabric; it slithers across your skin. I know I look good in it – so good in fact that I can make Bob get a hard on just by rubbing the fabric up and down on my knee; and he’s quite a picky bloke.
We were seated before the evening rush began, Bob was in a playful mood and proposed a bet. As usual I agreed – I’m a control freak but there’s something about Bob’s bets – they are risky but I know I’m safe with him – and he knows how far he can push it….
I know I complain about him sometimes – he can be a bit of a Homer around the house – but he’s a diamond geezer.
Anyway – the bet is – enough said – I lost – I always do, I don’t know how he manages it….
My forfeit was to take off my knickers and drop them on the floor, by the table. I kissed Bob to show that just this time I would do what he asked. He took the opportunity to stroke my knees – he knows that I love that – and he whispered in my ear, “And when the waiter bends down to pick them up give him a flash of your pussy.”
I find it really sexy to be whispered to, it tickles my ear and makes me shiver – so I was already in the mood for a little naughtiness.
I did as he asked. My knickers were white silk French ones – with frilly legs. So they slipped off easily. I put them on the table and as the waitress came over I pushed them on to the floor. She bent down, as I knew she would and I quickly lifted my dress, spread my legs and started to finger myself – she would have had a grandstand view. She shot upright and licked her lips as she caught my eye and handed the knickers to me. I smiled a long slow smile at her as I put my fingers in my mouth.
Her voice came out as a squeak as she asked us for our drink order. Fortunately Bob did not do his usual thing and ask for a ‘long slow comfortable screw against the wall’ – we had imported beers. She hurried off and a short time later the waiter arrived – this time he dropped his cloth and I gave him a quick show. He took longer to stand up and Bob gave him a wink.
The two shows turned me on big time and I was starting to get a little wet. Bob already had a hard on as he could see me in all my glory (naked from the waist down) from his vantage point next to me on the bench seat.
He added to my arousal by leaning over and gently stroking my nipples.
It was then that I noticed the stall across the room was occupied by a couple a little older than us. The man waved at us and Bob waved back. “That’s Jim, he’s my new boss,” he said, “he’s great.” I waved to the wife and she smiled broadly.
I wondered how long they had been there; they didn’t look shocked so I assumed they had just got there.
Our meal arrived, Bob’s favourite – filet steak, baked potato with sour cream and chives and a side salad, I had New York strip as the place didn’t have a seafood alternative. We chose a Duplin burgundy, as we both like soft red wine with beef.
We suspended the bet until we had eaten the meal. But with coffee it was back on with a vengeance. I rolled up my dress as the waiter came to clear our plates – to his credit he didn’t drop anything but I could see that controlling his erection was making it difficult for him to walk normally.
I said to Bob that I needed to use the loo and went towards it. I passed the waiter outside and he winked at me – I smiled back – enigmatically I hoped. The waitress was washing her hands, I stood beside her at the washbasin, she looked into my eyes in the mirror. She reached up and stroked me behind the ear very softly. I gasped, it was arousing and I couldn’t help leaning towards her. She turned me to face her. As she kissed my mouth I trembled with excitement. She put her tongue in her mouth and I was surprised but it only took me an infinitesimal amount time before I responded by sucking on it. That opened the floodgate for me – she pulled me towards her and pressed my mound through my dress as she kissed me deeply. As she let go and pulled back I groaned. I was incapable of independent action.
She took my hand and led me back to our table.
She sat down in the corner of the U and pulled me next to her. Bob was sat at the opposite end and could see both of us clearly
She lifted my skirt and stroked my inner thighs – I was so wet and excited I open my legs as far as they would go – Bob chuckled – showing his delight at the show. She pushed her hand into my slit and started to work my clit. I rested against the back of the bench and pushed my pussy forwards to give her better access. As I did so I noticed that the couple sitting opposite were looking intently at me – that turned me on even more and I started to thrust my pussy at her hand. She got the message and slid 4 fingers, through the gathering juice, up my vagina. Her thumb rubbed my swollen clit as her fingers gave me a good fucking. I passed the point of no return and started to thrust back in earnest. She had her hand jammed between her legs, under her uniform. Bob wanted to be part of the action and had slid along the bench to rub my breasts. I pulled his head down so he could suck my nipples. It was very short time to my orgasm and Bob acted swiftly – he stuffed a napkin in my mouth so I wouldn’t draw attention to us by screaming the place down – I have very noisy orgasms.
This was my trigger, his permission for me to let go.
That orgasm was mega – the full shuddering, convulsing, squelching, juice-squirting event. I fell against our waitress and kissed her cheek. As she took her hand from my pussy Bob leaned over me and licked my juice off it.
While he did this I glanced over at the other stall to see Bob’s boss, his wife and the waiter looking on at us with broad smiles on their faces. Jim’s wife applauded quietly. At that point she wrote something on a napkin and motioned for the waiter to bring it over to our table.
The message said, “That was lovely, my dear, I hope you will let us join in next time – we loved it so much the meal is on us – please accept. P.S. there’s a big tip for the waitress for such excellent service.”
I looked back, smiled and nodded.
I could sense that Bob was ready to leave for home – he was like a bear with a sore head if he had to wait too long to give me a good fucking. I fully expected to have to wear the waitress uniform when I got home.
That is one restaurant we will be going back to…….
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Watched and watching…
Last night an amazing thing happened….
I had been discussing various aspects of a story on my blog – with the person it was intended for.
We got around – quite quickly – to the bits I had found arousing – my answer was immediate and clear – being watched by a third party during a sex act.
We explored that idea for a while and I confessed to getting wet just thinking about what I had written – at some distance from that writing – I didn’t re-read it for example.
The other person turned the conversation to my arousal and suggested re-enacting the story with a slight twist.
I was feeling really turned on and so I agreed.
The scenario was proposed by my correspondent and the story commenced – it was very hot ….
The correspondent is watching, I’m being stroked by a third person.
Shit… I’m getting wet just writing this….. no hope for me…
And that was it – two messages and I’m gone. I couldn’t cope with my arousal. I signed off with some drivel about having a meeting the next day. I immediately went to bed and had the most amazing masturbation.
What was fascinating was that, during this experience, the third party has disappeared. My overwhelming feeling - I was being watched by the correspondent, my masturbation was a performance solely for that person.
I imagined that I was being told – “X is watching you” – every time that went through my head I had a vaginal spasm and all the muscles contracted.
This was my performance….
“I can see you watching,
I’m rubbing my clit for you, when I tense my leg muscles my hips rise and that pushes my clit up between my fingers.
“You can see my vaginal opening and the juice coming out.
“You can see that I’m making little thrusting movements by tensing my legs.
“You can see the pre-orgasmic sexual flush moving up my breasts to my neck.
“You can see me using two fingers, one above the other below my clit. That I am moving those fingers a bit like walking.
“You can hear my ragged breathing and me speaking your name.
I’m also imagining that this person is imagining watching me, as we have just ended the chat and that was an amazing turn on.
Then the watcher says…. “ Cum for me, just for me, now.” and I have 4 gut wrenching, shuddering orgasms.
The genders of the people involved seem to be irrelevant – so what does that say about me? – apart from being as randy as a tic!
And by the way, I had repeat performances – at dawn and just before I got up this morning,
I had been discussing various aspects of a story on my blog – with the person it was intended for.
We got around – quite quickly – to the bits I had found arousing – my answer was immediate and clear – being watched by a third party during a sex act.
We explored that idea for a while and I confessed to getting wet just thinking about what I had written – at some distance from that writing – I didn’t re-read it for example.
The other person turned the conversation to my arousal and suggested re-enacting the story with a slight twist.
I was feeling really turned on and so I agreed.
The scenario was proposed by my correspondent and the story commenced – it was very hot ….
The correspondent is watching, I’m being stroked by a third person.
Shit… I’m getting wet just writing this….. no hope for me…
And that was it – two messages and I’m gone. I couldn’t cope with my arousal. I signed off with some drivel about having a meeting the next day. I immediately went to bed and had the most amazing masturbation.
What was fascinating was that, during this experience, the third party has disappeared. My overwhelming feeling - I was being watched by the correspondent, my masturbation was a performance solely for that person.
I imagined that I was being told – “X is watching you” – every time that went through my head I had a vaginal spasm and all the muscles contracted.
This was my performance….
“I can see you watching,
I’m rubbing my clit for you, when I tense my leg muscles my hips rise and that pushes my clit up between my fingers.
“You can see my vaginal opening and the juice coming out.
“You can see that I’m making little thrusting movements by tensing my legs.
“You can see the pre-orgasmic sexual flush moving up my breasts to my neck.
“You can see me using two fingers, one above the other below my clit. That I am moving those fingers a bit like walking.
“You can hear my ragged breathing and me speaking your name.
I’m also imagining that this person is imagining watching me, as we have just ended the chat and that was an amazing turn on.
Then the watcher says…. “ Cum for me, just for me, now.” and I have 4 gut wrenching, shuddering orgasms.
The genders of the people involved seem to be irrelevant – so what does that say about me? – apart from being as randy as a tic!
And by the way, I had repeat performances – at dawn and just before I got up this morning,
Monday, 15 June 2009
Revisiting my sexuality
I was brought back to the reality of the question of my sexuality again today - by a trip to the city. May be this was brought on by thinking about this fantasy......
This is for a lively lady who has been courageous enough to talk to me about her fantasies. They are delicious and have been the inspiration for the following story. This was wonderful to write – I got wet instantly and I’m the same way now – my clit is hard and my vagina is swollen. I keep having those amazing contractions of my vaginal muscles that go forward to my clit, back to my anus and up my vagina to my tummy button – they also make me groan out loud – so I have to be careful who is listening.
I digress – it happened today on the train. I was sitting in a double seat behind a young woman working on her laptop. She had a loose silk blouse over a cotton T-shirt. As she worked I could see her upper body reflected in her computer screen. She typed away for a while with both hands – then she stopped, thinking about what she had written, I expect. As she mused, she scrolled up and down the document and I noticed that she was gently rubbing her breast . Only I could see this as her hand was hidden from passers-by by her blouse. Her nipple hardened as I watched – she never even knew I was there. That was delicious and I had to press my thighs together to stop the tingling – I had a massive shudder/contraction seeing that.
Today was also a good day for short skirts – best ever – white broderie anglaise lace mini skirt with thigh high black suede boots – I nearly followed her off the train to watch her go up the escalator. What a treat - bare legs, black suede and white lace.
Anyway back to the story…
I’ve started going to the gym and working out. I’m lucky that my husband’s company have a gym for staff in their main building and wives can use it. I usually go in the daytime, as it is quieter.
Last Monday I had done a work out and was getting undressed to have a shower.
The changing room is fairly spartan – benches to sit on, hooks for towels and clothes, basins with large mirrors over and large shower cubicles with glass doors – so it’s all in together.
I had taken off all my clothes prior to having a shower. I was hot and sweaty; I had had a good workout – rowing machine, treadmills and weights. I might not have drunk enough water, as I was feeling a bit thirsty.
Still, I felt that warm tingly satisfaction of having got all the muscles working. As I put my towel around my shoulders to go to the shower I was suddenly hit by cramp in my left thigh.
It was agony and I yelped. There were two women in the changing room with me, and they both came over to see what was wrong. “Cramp,” I said pointing to my thigh.
One of them said, “Would you like me to help – I’m good at massage.”
“Oh, yes, please,” I groaned. I had forgotten I was naked…….I was in such pain.
She sat on the bench in front of me and gripped my thigh firmly – “Is that the place?” she asked.
I nodded.
She started to kneed my flesh, she pressed really hard to get the blood flowing to take the damaged muscle cells away, she alternated hard pushes with soft strokes. It was this that I suddenly became aware of. My mound was level with her face and about only 18 inches from it.
As the pain lessened my arousal grew. She was stroking my inner thigh about 2 inches from my sex.
“Are you OK?” she asked “only you are looking a bit spaced out.” She glanced up at her friend who had been watching the whole thing intently.
“What do you think, B?” she enquired. Her friend nodded.
I mumbled that I was fine but that the pain was a bit difficult to cope with. She took this as a request to carry on with the massage.
She said, “I think I’ll need to loosen the muscles above and below this area – are you OK with that?”
Again I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She started to stroke and rub the muscles above my knee, then carried on pushing and stroking up my thigh. She brushed her hand against my labia and I jumped and shuddered – she clearly wasn’t aware of what she had done, but it was too much for my fevered body – a standing wave started at my clit and went back through my vagina. I whimpered. My juice started to leak out. My nipples stood up and I started to get that pre-orgasmic blush on my breasts and neck.
By this time I was trembling. I glanced overt to the mirror over the washbasin – I could see myself in profile – “Shit,” I thought, “I can see my clit sticking out between my labia.”
I looked back to B, she returned my glance and licked her lips. She looked down at my mound. She knew how aroused I was.
She must have taken that as a sign as she leaned over and squeezed my shoulder quite hard. That has always been a trigger for me – there must be a nerve ending that links to my vagina because as she gripped me I was hit by a huge jolt that went to my very core.
This completed the chain reaction, juice oozed out down my leg to where J was rubbing me. She paused for a second, and put her wet finger in her mouth and sucked gently and thoughtfully.
She looked up at me and said, ”Oh, you really need it don’t you?”
I shuddered and jolted, she was right, I was incredibly turned on, I wanted….what did I want… I was shocked… I wanted/needed.
/had to have her mouth on my clit and her tongue up my vagina.
I unconsciously leaned towards her. She took that as an affirmative and ran her finger along the dent between my labia, grazing my clit with her finger as she went.
I groaned and opened my legs as far as they would go. She bent forward and gently licked my clit.
I groaned, ”Yes, oh, yes.”
She took that as an instruction to go further and her thrust her tongue up my vagina. She alternated between tongue and fingers as I spasmed, thrust and shuddered with pleasure.
J sensed my orgasm wasn’t far off and speeded up the thrusting. I shuddered and tensed all my leg muscles. This pushed my clit even further into her mouth. I couldn’t help it I put my hands over her ears and pulled her face into my sex. I ground my clit into her face. This pushed me up and over the edge.
I screamed, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” and squirted juice all over her hands and T-shirt.
As I finished thrusting she gently licked my juice off her hands.
“Feeling better now? she asked….
She motioned to B and said “Time for our shower I think.” B nodded and they left me to wipe myself down and get cleaned up.
I wasn’t sure what to say to them when I saw them later – they sensed I was embarrassed and B said “I expect we’ll see you here next week.”
I nodded already thinking about the return match…..
This is for a lively lady who has been courageous enough to talk to me about her fantasies. They are delicious and have been the inspiration for the following story. This was wonderful to write – I got wet instantly and I’m the same way now – my clit is hard and my vagina is swollen. I keep having those amazing contractions of my vaginal muscles that go forward to my clit, back to my anus and up my vagina to my tummy button – they also make me groan out loud – so I have to be careful who is listening.
I digress – it happened today on the train. I was sitting in a double seat behind a young woman working on her laptop. She had a loose silk blouse over a cotton T-shirt. As she worked I could see her upper body reflected in her computer screen. She typed away for a while with both hands – then she stopped, thinking about what she had written, I expect. As she mused, she scrolled up and down the document and I noticed that she was gently rubbing her breast . Only I could see this as her hand was hidden from passers-by by her blouse. Her nipple hardened as I watched – she never even knew I was there. That was delicious and I had to press my thighs together to stop the tingling – I had a massive shudder/contraction seeing that.
Today was also a good day for short skirts – best ever – white broderie anglaise lace mini skirt with thigh high black suede boots – I nearly followed her off the train to watch her go up the escalator. What a treat - bare legs, black suede and white lace.
Anyway back to the story…
I’ve started going to the gym and working out. I’m lucky that my husband’s company have a gym for staff in their main building and wives can use it. I usually go in the daytime, as it is quieter.
Last Monday I had done a work out and was getting undressed to have a shower.
The changing room is fairly spartan – benches to sit on, hooks for towels and clothes, basins with large mirrors over and large shower cubicles with glass doors – so it’s all in together.
I had taken off all my clothes prior to having a shower. I was hot and sweaty; I had had a good workout – rowing machine, treadmills and weights. I might not have drunk enough water, as I was feeling a bit thirsty.
Still, I felt that warm tingly satisfaction of having got all the muscles working. As I put my towel around my shoulders to go to the shower I was suddenly hit by cramp in my left thigh.
It was agony and I yelped. There were two women in the changing room with me, and they both came over to see what was wrong. “Cramp,” I said pointing to my thigh.
One of them said, “Would you like me to help – I’m good at massage.”
“Oh, yes, please,” I groaned. I had forgotten I was naked…….I was in such pain.
She sat on the bench in front of me and gripped my thigh firmly – “Is that the place?” she asked.
I nodded.
She started to kneed my flesh, she pressed really hard to get the blood flowing to take the damaged muscle cells away, she alternated hard pushes with soft strokes. It was this that I suddenly became aware of. My mound was level with her face and about only 18 inches from it.
As the pain lessened my arousal grew. She was stroking my inner thigh about 2 inches from my sex.
“Are you OK?” she asked “only you are looking a bit spaced out.” She glanced up at her friend who had been watching the whole thing intently.
“What do you think, B?” she enquired. Her friend nodded.
I mumbled that I was fine but that the pain was a bit difficult to cope with. She took this as a request to carry on with the massage.
She said, “I think I’ll need to loosen the muscles above and below this area – are you OK with that?”
Again I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She started to stroke and rub the muscles above my knee, then carried on pushing and stroking up my thigh. She brushed her hand against my labia and I jumped and shuddered – she clearly wasn’t aware of what she had done, but it was too much for my fevered body – a standing wave started at my clit and went back through my vagina. I whimpered. My juice started to leak out. My nipples stood up and I started to get that pre-orgasmic blush on my breasts and neck.
By this time I was trembling. I glanced overt to the mirror over the washbasin – I could see myself in profile – “Shit,” I thought, “I can see my clit sticking out between my labia.”
I looked back to B, she returned my glance and licked her lips. She looked down at my mound. She knew how aroused I was.
She must have taken that as a sign as she leaned over and squeezed my shoulder quite hard. That has always been a trigger for me – there must be a nerve ending that links to my vagina because as she gripped me I was hit by a huge jolt that went to my very core.
This completed the chain reaction, juice oozed out down my leg to where J was rubbing me. She paused for a second, and put her wet finger in her mouth and sucked gently and thoughtfully.
She looked up at me and said, ”Oh, you really need it don’t you?”
I shuddered and jolted, she was right, I was incredibly turned on, I wanted….what did I want… I was shocked… I wanted/needed.
/had to have her mouth on my clit and her tongue up my vagina.
I unconsciously leaned towards her. She took that as an affirmative and ran her finger along the dent between my labia, grazing my clit with her finger as she went.
I groaned and opened my legs as far as they would go. She bent forward and gently licked my clit.
I groaned, ”Yes, oh, yes.”
She took that as an instruction to go further and her thrust her tongue up my vagina. She alternated between tongue and fingers as I spasmed, thrust and shuddered with pleasure.
J sensed my orgasm wasn’t far off and speeded up the thrusting. I shuddered and tensed all my leg muscles. This pushed my clit even further into her mouth. I couldn’t help it I put my hands over her ears and pulled her face into my sex. I ground my clit into her face. This pushed me up and over the edge.
I screamed, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” and squirted juice all over her hands and T-shirt.
As I finished thrusting she gently licked my juice off her hands.
“Feeling better now? she asked….
She motioned to B and said “Time for our shower I think.” B nodded and they left me to wipe myself down and get cleaned up.
I wasn’t sure what to say to them when I saw them later – they sensed I was embarrassed and B said “I expect we’ll see you here next week.”
I nodded already thinking about the return match…..
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Himself Surprised
This isn't an homage to Joyce Cary although most of us have conflicting elements that make up our personality. I'm getting to grips with exploring those conflicts here.
I might have to ration myself to one fantasy per day. Road testing this and the previous story led to me masturbating 3 times in 4 hours - which meant I have had very little sleep....
I probably wouldn't have attempted that weren't it for a certain new friend who teased and aroused me last night to the point that nearly had me screaming for release.
Having said that I really enjoyed writing this one - I'm finding that humour and sex go together - a bit obvious really when you think about the design of the parts involved!
Himself Surprised...
Dru was travelling across London, on his way to a short sabbatical at University College. He was looking forward to meeting the team and tapping into some of their research projects.
He was on the Piccadilly line, having just left his suitcase at Acton, in the small flat he had rented for the duration.
He planned to get off at Russell Square and revisit the park there, before continuing on foot to Tavistock Square – he remembered the place with nostalgia – this is where he kissed his first English girl.
He was far away in his reverie when a movement to his left caught his eye. He was sitting in the seat nearest the double doors and there was a glass plate between him and the standing area. The carriage was very crowded and people were pressed up against the glass.
The movement he saw rocked him back in his seat – a man’s hand was insinuating itself up the skirt of a young woman – just 6 inches away from him. By turning his head he had a grandstand view.
In order to access the flesh under the skirt, the hand pushed the skirt upwards – such was the press of bodies that the fabric stayed where it was and revealed a rather small, white lace thong, showcasing a beautifully executed Brazilian trim.
Dru watched in fascination as the hand slid the flimsy fabric to one side to invade the delights there. One finger penetrated the labia and he could see the movement focus on one small area. The woman’s legs moved apart and the area he could see increased – it was possible to make out not only a pert clit, but the promise of tight vagina further in.
By this time there were two fingers rubbing the clit and as he watched he saw it harden and swell.
Dru was totally absorbed in the scenario unfolding before him. He found it deliciously arousing – he had to adjust his penis a couple of times so it wouldn’t make his briefcase float above his lap.
He couldn’t believe it, he could see the woman’s juice oozing out around the fingers, it was so close that if the glass hadn’t been there he would have been able to taste it by just bending his head. Little muscles spasms seemed to be rippling out from her pink clit – shining and shimmering as the juice reflected the light in the carriage. She started to move her sex towards the fingers and the glass, this made them slide up her vagina, he could see the muscles open and close around them. The fingers started to pump inside her vagina – he could see more juice was coming out – it started to pool where the hand touched the glass at the end of each stroke. He could see her beginning to tremble and quiver.
What a treat, to see two people pleasuring each other on the way to work - no wonder he liked England!
He could see the woman’s face in profile – but couldn’t see the expression on her face – he imagined the pleasure and arousal she might be showing. Just then the carriage lurched as the train approached a station. The woman turned her head and Dru was able to look up into her eyes – he was shocked to see tears there – she mouthed at him, “Help me, help me…please.”
Without thinking of the consequences Dru leaped from his seat. As the carriage doors opened he barged through the crowd, collected her slight body around the waist and holding his briefcase like a battering ram, forced his way onto the platform.
He stood with his arms around her and looked to see if he could spot the perpetrator. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to be challenged, he turned to the small crowd that were waiting for the next train and explained that the woman had been assaulted and was feeling faint. The crowd parted to allow him to lead the woman away to sit on a bench on the platform.
She was stunning, dark red hair and very pale skin – she’d burn easily in the sun, he thought. She looked up at him, her green eyes made luminous by the tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“It was a pleasure,” Dru replied – in more ways than one, he thought guiltily; recalling her wet clit framed by the Brazilian and the lace.
She got to her feet, “I must go now – I’m late for work.” With that she managed to get through the crowd onto the next train – Dru reached down to get his briefcase and by the time he had, the train doors were closing – taking her away from him.
He was devastated and completely aroused – the pain of rejection and sexual frustration fought for supremacy. He stood forlorn for a moment and then pulled himself together.
He needed to get to University College, but somehow, the idea of revisiting an old romantic haunt had lost its appeal. So he left the station and walked from Covent Garden, up Drury Lane and past the British Museum instead. The pleasure he took from being able to find his way without asking for directions helped him calm down and restore his good humour.
They were all gathered in the lobby. Dick Bellamy, Nick Allen and Chris Boyle he knew well, but there were several people in the research team he hadn’t met before. The Director of the Political Science Department greeted him, “Hi Dru, good to see you again – we’re looking forward to working with you. Most of the team are here – I have allocated a research officer to you, Collette – a really bright spark who will challenge any dated ideas you have,” he laughed as he said this.
“Here she comes now.”
Dru dropped his briefcase, “You!” he said. She looked into his eyes and he saw her plea.
Dick said, “ You dark horse, I might have known you would have already got to work on Collette – typical Yank – over here stealing our women!”
Dru managed a laugh – it sounded a bit hollow to his ears but no one seemed to notice; “We met in Starbucks, when I spilt some coffee on her.”
They all laughed.
They moved off as a group and Dru fell in beside Collette. “Are you OK?” he asked. She nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry I ran off, I wanted to stay and thank you, but I was so ashamed of what you had seen.”
Dru squeezed her arm, “Don’t worry, I have forgotten it ever happened.”
She glanced down at his trousers, “Are you sure?” she said. He followed her eyes and saw his penis was just beginning to show its arousal.
“Oops, I need a cold shower,” he said.
“I can think of something much nicer,” she whispered.
He was surprised at her manner – hadn’t he rescued her?
She saw his face and laughed – “You really fell for it, didn’t you! Some of the research team had a bet about this. They dared me and another researcher to do a sexual role-play on the train to see if we could fool you into acting the knight-errant. Trouble was I got a bit carried away – in more ways than one.”
“You have a terrible reputation as a hot stud – I really got off on you seeing me – you saw how wet I got – I really wished the glass hadn’t been there……”
“But the tears,” he said. She smirked, ”All crocodile, I’m ashamed to say – though I did find some of the expressions on your face hilarious – so some would have tears of laughter, sorry I’m such a tease.”
She turned to another researcher and said, “Meet Rachel, my partner in crime, its OK she has washed her hand!”
Rachel had a firm handshake – and large hands. She winked at him and he realised they both shared a desire for Collette.
“We are sharing an office, so let’s go and settle in,” Collette said. Rachel winked again and Dru realised that Collette must be bisexual.
He made it to the office without tripping over his feet, although it was challenging to walk normally whilst trying to restrain an 8-inch boner with his briefcase.
As he shut the door to their office, Collette fell on him. “If I hadn’t left when I did I might have torn off your clothes on the platform, I was so horny, look at me,” she said and pointed to her pussy. He could see her clit peeking through her labia and that her juice had spread down her thighs.
“I had to throw my thong away it was ruined.”
Dru was in seventh heaven, he sunk to his knees in front of her and tasted her juice. It was so sweet.
He had been going to ask if this would be all right, but she gave her answer by pressing his face into her snatch. She started to move against him and that opened her labia giving him full access to the place he had seen through the glass. He nibbled her clit and then snaked his tongue into her vagina and she gave a little squeak.
“That is so good,” she gasped, “I hoped you would live up to your reputation.”
She pulled off her dress and sank to the floor with him. She pushed him back and sat astride him. “Can I have the first go on top?” she asked, “I do so like to ride.”
He could only nod – he was speechless at his luck. She slid down onto his prick, taking his full length in one slick move. It was incredible, it took all his self control not to cum there and then.
She moved slowly at first, rotating and thrusting gently, giving his penis time to explore the sides of her vagina. He felt her juice start to flow onto his body. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands – rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. She threw her head back and shuddered.
Her thrusts increased in speed and depth, his prick went past her cervix – he could feel it bottoming out high up inside, next to her womb. Her muscles were beginning to clench around his dick – creating the most amazing feeling – as though every skin cell on his prick was in contact with her. She started to pant and buck. This must have made the shaft of his penis stimulate her G spot as she squealed, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
All her vaginal muscles contracted at once and she started to shudder and twitch. The juice squirted out onto his tummy and started to slide down his hips.
He couldn’t hold back and he took over the thrusts. He felt the tide of his orgasm rise and he groaned, “Oh yes,” as he jolted again and again. His cum squirted out to fill her upper vagina. She shrieked and had another massive orgasm, her body whipping back and forth.
She slid off him and snuggled up against his chest. “That was lovely, can we do it again soon, boss?”
“We have the whole semester to improve our communication skills,” he chuckled.
Talk about cementing Anglo-American academic relations, maybe a threesome might be on the cards….
I might have to ration myself to one fantasy per day. Road testing this and the previous story led to me masturbating 3 times in 4 hours - which meant I have had very little sleep....
I probably wouldn't have attempted that weren't it for a certain new friend who teased and aroused me last night to the point that nearly had me screaming for release.
Having said that I really enjoyed writing this one - I'm finding that humour and sex go together - a bit obvious really when you think about the design of the parts involved!
Himself Surprised...
Dru was travelling across London, on his way to a short sabbatical at University College. He was looking forward to meeting the team and tapping into some of their research projects.
He was on the Piccadilly line, having just left his suitcase at Acton, in the small flat he had rented for the duration.
He planned to get off at Russell Square and revisit the park there, before continuing on foot to Tavistock Square – he remembered the place with nostalgia – this is where he kissed his first English girl.
He was far away in his reverie when a movement to his left caught his eye. He was sitting in the seat nearest the double doors and there was a glass plate between him and the standing area. The carriage was very crowded and people were pressed up against the glass.
The movement he saw rocked him back in his seat – a man’s hand was insinuating itself up the skirt of a young woman – just 6 inches away from him. By turning his head he had a grandstand view.
In order to access the flesh under the skirt, the hand pushed the skirt upwards – such was the press of bodies that the fabric stayed where it was and revealed a rather small, white lace thong, showcasing a beautifully executed Brazilian trim.
Dru watched in fascination as the hand slid the flimsy fabric to one side to invade the delights there. One finger penetrated the labia and he could see the movement focus on one small area. The woman’s legs moved apart and the area he could see increased – it was possible to make out not only a pert clit, but the promise of tight vagina further in.
By this time there were two fingers rubbing the clit and as he watched he saw it harden and swell.
Dru was totally absorbed in the scenario unfolding before him. He found it deliciously arousing – he had to adjust his penis a couple of times so it wouldn’t make his briefcase float above his lap.
He couldn’t believe it, he could see the woman’s juice oozing out around the fingers, it was so close that if the glass hadn’t been there he would have been able to taste it by just bending his head. Little muscles spasms seemed to be rippling out from her pink clit – shining and shimmering as the juice reflected the light in the carriage. She started to move her sex towards the fingers and the glass, this made them slide up her vagina, he could see the muscles open and close around them. The fingers started to pump inside her vagina – he could see more juice was coming out – it started to pool where the hand touched the glass at the end of each stroke. He could see her beginning to tremble and quiver.
What a treat, to see two people pleasuring each other on the way to work - no wonder he liked England!
He could see the woman’s face in profile – but couldn’t see the expression on her face – he imagined the pleasure and arousal she might be showing. Just then the carriage lurched as the train approached a station. The woman turned her head and Dru was able to look up into her eyes – he was shocked to see tears there – she mouthed at him, “Help me, help me…please.”
Without thinking of the consequences Dru leaped from his seat. As the carriage doors opened he barged through the crowd, collected her slight body around the waist and holding his briefcase like a battering ram, forced his way onto the platform.
He stood with his arms around her and looked to see if he could spot the perpetrator. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to be challenged, he turned to the small crowd that were waiting for the next train and explained that the woman had been assaulted and was feeling faint. The crowd parted to allow him to lead the woman away to sit on a bench on the platform.
She was stunning, dark red hair and very pale skin – she’d burn easily in the sun, he thought. She looked up at him, her green eyes made luminous by the tears.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“It was a pleasure,” Dru replied – in more ways than one, he thought guiltily; recalling her wet clit framed by the Brazilian and the lace.
She got to her feet, “I must go now – I’m late for work.” With that she managed to get through the crowd onto the next train – Dru reached down to get his briefcase and by the time he had, the train doors were closing – taking her away from him.
He was devastated and completely aroused – the pain of rejection and sexual frustration fought for supremacy. He stood forlorn for a moment and then pulled himself together.
He needed to get to University College, but somehow, the idea of revisiting an old romantic haunt had lost its appeal. So he left the station and walked from Covent Garden, up Drury Lane and past the British Museum instead. The pleasure he took from being able to find his way without asking for directions helped him calm down and restore his good humour.
They were all gathered in the lobby. Dick Bellamy, Nick Allen and Chris Boyle he knew well, but there were several people in the research team he hadn’t met before. The Director of the Political Science Department greeted him, “Hi Dru, good to see you again – we’re looking forward to working with you. Most of the team are here – I have allocated a research officer to you, Collette – a really bright spark who will challenge any dated ideas you have,” he laughed as he said this.
“Here she comes now.”
Dru dropped his briefcase, “You!” he said. She looked into his eyes and he saw her plea.
Dick said, “ You dark horse, I might have known you would have already got to work on Collette – typical Yank – over here stealing our women!”
Dru managed a laugh – it sounded a bit hollow to his ears but no one seemed to notice; “We met in Starbucks, when I spilt some coffee on her.”
They all laughed.
They moved off as a group and Dru fell in beside Collette. “Are you OK?” he asked. She nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry I ran off, I wanted to stay and thank you, but I was so ashamed of what you had seen.”
Dru squeezed her arm, “Don’t worry, I have forgotten it ever happened.”
She glanced down at his trousers, “Are you sure?” she said. He followed her eyes and saw his penis was just beginning to show its arousal.
“Oops, I need a cold shower,” he said.
“I can think of something much nicer,” she whispered.
He was surprised at her manner – hadn’t he rescued her?
She saw his face and laughed – “You really fell for it, didn’t you! Some of the research team had a bet about this. They dared me and another researcher to do a sexual role-play on the train to see if we could fool you into acting the knight-errant. Trouble was I got a bit carried away – in more ways than one.”
“You have a terrible reputation as a hot stud – I really got off on you seeing me – you saw how wet I got – I really wished the glass hadn’t been there……”
“But the tears,” he said. She smirked, ”All crocodile, I’m ashamed to say – though I did find some of the expressions on your face hilarious – so some would have tears of laughter, sorry I’m such a tease.”
She turned to another researcher and said, “Meet Rachel, my partner in crime, its OK she has washed her hand!”
Rachel had a firm handshake – and large hands. She winked at him and he realised they both shared a desire for Collette.
“We are sharing an office, so let’s go and settle in,” Collette said. Rachel winked again and Dru realised that Collette must be bisexual.
He made it to the office without tripping over his feet, although it was challenging to walk normally whilst trying to restrain an 8-inch boner with his briefcase.
As he shut the door to their office, Collette fell on him. “If I hadn’t left when I did I might have torn off your clothes on the platform, I was so horny, look at me,” she said and pointed to her pussy. He could see her clit peeking through her labia and that her juice had spread down her thighs.
“I had to throw my thong away it was ruined.”
Dru was in seventh heaven, he sunk to his knees in front of her and tasted her juice. It was so sweet.
He had been going to ask if this would be all right, but she gave her answer by pressing his face into her snatch. She started to move against him and that opened her labia giving him full access to the place he had seen through the glass. He nibbled her clit and then snaked his tongue into her vagina and she gave a little squeak.
“That is so good,” she gasped, “I hoped you would live up to your reputation.”
She pulled off her dress and sank to the floor with him. She pushed him back and sat astride him. “Can I have the first go on top?” she asked, “I do so like to ride.”
He could only nod – he was speechless at his luck. She slid down onto his prick, taking his full length in one slick move. It was incredible, it took all his self control not to cum there and then.
She moved slowly at first, rotating and thrusting gently, giving his penis time to explore the sides of her vagina. He felt her juice start to flow onto his body. He reached up to cup her breasts in his hands – rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. She threw her head back and shuddered.
Her thrusts increased in speed and depth, his prick went past her cervix – he could feel it bottoming out high up inside, next to her womb. Her muscles were beginning to clench around his dick – creating the most amazing feeling – as though every skin cell on his prick was in contact with her. She started to pant and buck. This must have made the shaft of his penis stimulate her G spot as she squealed, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
All her vaginal muscles contracted at once and she started to shudder and twitch. The juice squirted out onto his tummy and started to slide down his hips.
He couldn’t hold back and he took over the thrusts. He felt the tide of his orgasm rise and he groaned, “Oh yes,” as he jolted again and again. His cum squirted out to fill her upper vagina. She shrieked and had another massive orgasm, her body whipping back and forth.
She slid off him and snuggled up against his chest. “That was lovely, can we do it again soon, boss?”
“We have the whole semester to improve our communication skills,” he chuckled.
Talk about cementing Anglo-American academic relations, maybe a threesome might be on the cards….
This is for Big Bob
Hi Bob - this is to thank you for being so complementary about my fantasies and for taking the time to contact me with feedback. I really appreciate it - and of course I find it an amazing turn on knowing people are reading this. I have taken liberties with your scenario - you wanted me tied up and I needed some girl on girl action. I hope you find it as exciting as I did when I road tested it......
Collette gets a shock…..
Collette had been cleaning the house – she made an extra effort when Bob was on his business trips – so the house would look welcoming when he got back.
It was the middle of the afternoon, on a warm North Carolina day. Collette decided that she had earned a nap. She locked the doors and went up to her bedroom.
She had one of those eyeshades you get as a freebie in Business Class on the plane. She put that on to block out some of the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains.
She lay on the bed, on top of the covers as it was so warm. She started to daydream about Bob and what they would get up to when he got back. She was sure he masturbated while he was away – he had a nice big cock, with its foreskin intact – and he always made sure that she had an orgasm that first night back from a trip.
Thinking about Bob having a wank made her feel horny – she hadn’t had sex for 4 days and the pressure was beginning to build. Almost without conscious thought her fingers pulled up her skirt and slipped into her panties. “Oooh,” she thought, that was sublime.
Her fingers moved faster, teasing and pushing her clit, making it get harder. Her arousal was growing - marked by the presence of juice sliding forward from her vaginal opening. She arched her hips against her hand to increase the delicious sensations.
She thought she heard a slight noise, but knowing all the doors were locked dismissed it.
Suddenly she felt a hand press down on her mouth and another on her throat. The hand on her mouth was replaced by a finger that when placed on her lips signalled that she should remain quiet. She nodded to signal she understood and would be quiet, and the hand moved away. She couldn’t hear or see anything – she was really scared – didn’t want to think about what might happen.
She felt fingers moving softly over her, unbuttoning her shirt and skirt. Fingers softly stroked her breast teasing the nipples into little hard peaks, leaving a trail burning into her skin. The hands tried to spread her legs, but she resisted. She heard a woman whisper, “Don’t fight it.”
Her physical reaction was immense, she moaned as her vagina convulsed. Her most treasured fantasy was about to be fulfilled.
She spread her legs inviting the soft hands to do their job.
She was a bit disconcerted when nothing happened immediately. She arched her back and hips to push her sex into the air to signal she was ready to be pleasured. The wait made her even hotter, she moaned and shuddered.
Just as she was beginning to question whether she had been left she felt a warm breath on her neck and a tongue tickling her behind the ear. The tongue trailed down her neck, across her breast, stopping to nibble a nipple and then down across her navel to her bush.
She arched her hips again and spread her legs further apart – she thought she heard someone else in the room but couldn’t think who that could be and relaxed feeling safe with this unknown woman who was doing such a good job of turning her on.
The tongue moved to her thighs and ran up and down the inside of both, coming tantalisingly close to her sex.
“Please,” she gasped, “lick me.”
It was wonderful and immediately the tongue was on her clit and running back and forwards from her clit to her vagina. She arched, squirmed and moaned. This was heaven. The tongue penetrated her vagina and explored all her little nooks and crannies. This invasion became more insistent and she let the waves of pleasure flow over her. Her juice was running in earnest now – it would have pooled under her on the bed.
Suddenly fingers joined the tongue on the assault on her snatch. She felt her arousal ramp up a gear. The fingers were now thrusting up her vagina and she rose to meet each thrust. The waves of muscle contraction intensified the feelings of pleasure she ws getting from this. The fingers found her G spot and started to work it, her orgasm was building.
She gasped, ”I’m cumming, don’t stop.” One more thrust of the fingers and she was gone – screaming and writhing it was so amazing. Her juice spurted out over the hand moving inside her. She shuddered and jolted.
She felt a soft kiss on her lips and then slipped into a delicious post-orgasmic sleep.
She awoke some time later and was alone. She might have thought it was all a dream except that she found a rose on her pillow.
Three days later Bob got back – Collette noticed he seemed a bit subdued. After supper they would usually curl up together with a good glass of wine and share what had happened while they were apart.
This time Bob stayed at the dining table and took a folder out of his pocket. He laid out some photos. “Have a look at these,” he said.
The pictures were of a pretty but mature, blindfolded woman being thoroughly seduced by a younger one. Collette gasped, she realised it was her – she went red and then white and looked at Bob in apprehension.
He tried to look fierce and angry, but couldn’t . He laughed at her reaction, “Did you like my treat… well you are always saying you’d like to see what it was like with a woman.”
“Who,how?” asked Collette.
“On the trip I met a young lesbian and I confided in her about your fantasy – she was only to glad to grant your wish. In return I purchased her air ticket. I decided the best time would be to catch you when you have your afternoon wank.”
“How do you know about that,? she asked.
He winked and smiled.
“You took the pictures,” she said – “so there was someone else in the room.”
“Yes, I was so turned on by you arching your body that I came – that’s what you heard.”
“So you were sitting here wanking?” she said indignantly.
“And what were you doing?”
“Point taken,” she said.
There was ring at the door, as she went to answer Bob said, “By the way I meant to tell you that the treat has two parts."
Collette opened the door and there was the beautiful young woman from the pictures. Hi”, I’m Rachel,” she said as she flung her arms around Collette and gave her a deep kiss.
Collette looked back at Bob, standing with a big hard on, at the table.
“The deal is that I get to watch you two again,” he said.
Rachel refused a drink,. “I’ve got so horny thinking about tonight that I’d like to start as soon as I can, may be we can have one afterwards.”
They went upstairs. Rachel and Collette sat on the bed, while Bob made himself comfortable in an armchair.
Rachel undressed Collette and kissed her gently all over as she did so. Both Collette and Bob found that very arousing.
While Collette laid on the bed Rachel slipped out of her dress and panties to reveal a very lithe and firm body. Collette licked her lips. Rachel joined her on the bed and the two kissed deeply. Then Rachel got up to get some ribbon from her bag. She looked at Bob, who nodded, and then proceeded to tie Collette’s hands and ankles to the 4 posts of the bed so that she was laid out like a starfish. As she was tying each ribbon Rachel placed kisses on the skin. She then climbed up onto the bed and licked Collette gently all over – just avoiding her breasts and sex.
This sensation of touching but not touching turned Collette on amazingly. She got wet and had muscle spasms without a finger being laid on her really sensitive places.
Bob watched intently – he was really getting off knowing that Collette knew he was watching. He showed his arousal – his prick was getting so hard – he couldn’t remember it getting this big, the end was shiny with precum – he wouldn’t be needing Viagra any time soon, he chuckled.
Collette was on a high plateau of arousal, her skin was very sensitive, Rachel only had blow on her breasts to trigger a vaginal spasm. Collette started to beg to be released. Rachel looked to Bob, who shook his head.
“Not yet, sweetie,” Rachel said, as she kissed Collette’s forehead and stroked her hair back from her face.
She bent down and gently suckled Collette's nipples. Then looked back at Bob, “Can I?” she asked. He nodded, swallowing hard.
She climbed over Collette and gently lowered her sex onto Collette’s face – she groaned as she settled her body. Her clit slipped into Collette’s mouth. Bob moved so he could get a closer look at Collette’s pussy. He could see her vaginal opening and clit contracting as Rachel moved on her face. The juice was being pushed out by these contractions – “It won’t be long now,“ Bob thought himself as he caressed his dick – “not too much now – need to pace myself,” he thought.
Collette and Rachel were moaning now. Collette had her tongue up Rachel‘s vagina and was working her G-spot. Suddenly Rachel screamed ,”I’m cumming”, and squirmed on Collette’s face.
Bob could see that Collette was ready to cum and no one had touched her clit yet. He had agreed with Rachel that would be his role this time. They had debated whether it would be better to bring both them off by hand, mouth or penetration.
Each had its merits, Bob thought, but in the end he thought he’d be selfish – and have his orgasm in his favourite way – pounding away up her vagina – he just hoped that Rachel had done her job so Collette would have an orgasm even if his prick couldn’t find her G spot on its own – this had eluded them in the past.
“So fingers crossed,” he said to himself as held himself above her and slid his prick the full length up her now very wet and definitely willing and probably desperate vagina.
She moaned, “Yes, oh, yes, fuck me rigid, Big Bob,” only this time she really meant it – beside herself with arousal.
Bob thrust slowly and then more quickly, watching her face as he did. She was reaching a peak and he could see it – amazing. Collette arched her back and matched his thrusts with those of her own. Together they crashed over the cliff with a mutual orgasm – shuddering, moaning and trembling.
Rachel joined them on the bed and brought herself and Collette to a second orgasm for them both with her fingers, while Bob watched Collette’s pussy while she orgasmed.
“What a lovely treat,” said Collette. “My pleasure ,“ said Bob and Rachel in unison ……
Collette gets a shock…..
Collette had been cleaning the house – she made an extra effort when Bob was on his business trips – so the house would look welcoming when he got back.
It was the middle of the afternoon, on a warm North Carolina day. Collette decided that she had earned a nap. She locked the doors and went up to her bedroom.
She had one of those eyeshades you get as a freebie in Business Class on the plane. She put that on to block out some of the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains.
She lay on the bed, on top of the covers as it was so warm. She started to daydream about Bob and what they would get up to when he got back. She was sure he masturbated while he was away – he had a nice big cock, with its foreskin intact – and he always made sure that she had an orgasm that first night back from a trip.
Thinking about Bob having a wank made her feel horny – she hadn’t had sex for 4 days and the pressure was beginning to build. Almost without conscious thought her fingers pulled up her skirt and slipped into her panties. “Oooh,” she thought, that was sublime.
Her fingers moved faster, teasing and pushing her clit, making it get harder. Her arousal was growing - marked by the presence of juice sliding forward from her vaginal opening. She arched her hips against her hand to increase the delicious sensations.
She thought she heard a slight noise, but knowing all the doors were locked dismissed it.
Suddenly she felt a hand press down on her mouth and another on her throat. The hand on her mouth was replaced by a finger that when placed on her lips signalled that she should remain quiet. She nodded to signal she understood and would be quiet, and the hand moved away. She couldn’t hear or see anything – she was really scared – didn’t want to think about what might happen.
She felt fingers moving softly over her, unbuttoning her shirt and skirt. Fingers softly stroked her breast teasing the nipples into little hard peaks, leaving a trail burning into her skin. The hands tried to spread her legs, but she resisted. She heard a woman whisper, “Don’t fight it.”
Her physical reaction was immense, she moaned as her vagina convulsed. Her most treasured fantasy was about to be fulfilled.
She spread her legs inviting the soft hands to do their job.
She was a bit disconcerted when nothing happened immediately. She arched her back and hips to push her sex into the air to signal she was ready to be pleasured. The wait made her even hotter, she moaned and shuddered.
Just as she was beginning to question whether she had been left she felt a warm breath on her neck and a tongue tickling her behind the ear. The tongue trailed down her neck, across her breast, stopping to nibble a nipple and then down across her navel to her bush.
She arched her hips again and spread her legs further apart – she thought she heard someone else in the room but couldn’t think who that could be and relaxed feeling safe with this unknown woman who was doing such a good job of turning her on.
The tongue moved to her thighs and ran up and down the inside of both, coming tantalisingly close to her sex.
“Please,” she gasped, “lick me.”
It was wonderful and immediately the tongue was on her clit and running back and forwards from her clit to her vagina. She arched, squirmed and moaned. This was heaven. The tongue penetrated her vagina and explored all her little nooks and crannies. This invasion became more insistent and she let the waves of pleasure flow over her. Her juice was running in earnest now – it would have pooled under her on the bed.
Suddenly fingers joined the tongue on the assault on her snatch. She felt her arousal ramp up a gear. The fingers were now thrusting up her vagina and she rose to meet each thrust. The waves of muscle contraction intensified the feelings of pleasure she ws getting from this. The fingers found her G spot and started to work it, her orgasm was building.
She gasped, ”I’m cumming, don’t stop.” One more thrust of the fingers and she was gone – screaming and writhing it was so amazing. Her juice spurted out over the hand moving inside her. She shuddered and jolted.
She felt a soft kiss on her lips and then slipped into a delicious post-orgasmic sleep.
She awoke some time later and was alone. She might have thought it was all a dream except that she found a rose on her pillow.
Three days later Bob got back – Collette noticed he seemed a bit subdued. After supper they would usually curl up together with a good glass of wine and share what had happened while they were apart.
This time Bob stayed at the dining table and took a folder out of his pocket. He laid out some photos. “Have a look at these,” he said.
The pictures were of a pretty but mature, blindfolded woman being thoroughly seduced by a younger one. Collette gasped, she realised it was her – she went red and then white and looked at Bob in apprehension.
He tried to look fierce and angry, but couldn’t . He laughed at her reaction, “Did you like my treat… well you are always saying you’d like to see what it was like with a woman.”
“Who,how?” asked Collette.
“On the trip I met a young lesbian and I confided in her about your fantasy – she was only to glad to grant your wish. In return I purchased her air ticket. I decided the best time would be to catch you when you have your afternoon wank.”
“How do you know about that,? she asked.
He winked and smiled.
“You took the pictures,” she said – “so there was someone else in the room.”
“Yes, I was so turned on by you arching your body that I came – that’s what you heard.”
“So you were sitting here wanking?” she said indignantly.
“And what were you doing?”
“Point taken,” she said.
There was ring at the door, as she went to answer Bob said, “By the way I meant to tell you that the treat has two parts."
Collette opened the door and there was the beautiful young woman from the pictures. Hi”, I’m Rachel,” she said as she flung her arms around Collette and gave her a deep kiss.
Collette looked back at Bob, standing with a big hard on, at the table.
“The deal is that I get to watch you two again,” he said.
Rachel refused a drink,. “I’ve got so horny thinking about tonight that I’d like to start as soon as I can, may be we can have one afterwards.”
They went upstairs. Rachel and Collette sat on the bed, while Bob made himself comfortable in an armchair.
Rachel undressed Collette and kissed her gently all over as she did so. Both Collette and Bob found that very arousing.
While Collette laid on the bed Rachel slipped out of her dress and panties to reveal a very lithe and firm body. Collette licked her lips. Rachel joined her on the bed and the two kissed deeply. Then Rachel got up to get some ribbon from her bag. She looked at Bob, who nodded, and then proceeded to tie Collette’s hands and ankles to the 4 posts of the bed so that she was laid out like a starfish. As she was tying each ribbon Rachel placed kisses on the skin. She then climbed up onto the bed and licked Collette gently all over – just avoiding her breasts and sex.
This sensation of touching but not touching turned Collette on amazingly. She got wet and had muscle spasms without a finger being laid on her really sensitive places.
Bob watched intently – he was really getting off knowing that Collette knew he was watching. He showed his arousal – his prick was getting so hard – he couldn’t remember it getting this big, the end was shiny with precum – he wouldn’t be needing Viagra any time soon, he chuckled.
Collette was on a high plateau of arousal, her skin was very sensitive, Rachel only had blow on her breasts to trigger a vaginal spasm. Collette started to beg to be released. Rachel looked to Bob, who shook his head.
“Not yet, sweetie,” Rachel said, as she kissed Collette’s forehead and stroked her hair back from her face.
She bent down and gently suckled Collette's nipples. Then looked back at Bob, “Can I?” she asked. He nodded, swallowing hard.
She climbed over Collette and gently lowered her sex onto Collette’s face – she groaned as she settled her body. Her clit slipped into Collette’s mouth. Bob moved so he could get a closer look at Collette’s pussy. He could see her vaginal opening and clit contracting as Rachel moved on her face. The juice was being pushed out by these contractions – “It won’t be long now,“ Bob thought himself as he caressed his dick – “not too much now – need to pace myself,” he thought.
Collette and Rachel were moaning now. Collette had her tongue up Rachel‘s vagina and was working her G-spot. Suddenly Rachel screamed ,”I’m cumming”, and squirmed on Collette’s face.
Bob could see that Collette was ready to cum and no one had touched her clit yet. He had agreed with Rachel that would be his role this time. They had debated whether it would be better to bring both them off by hand, mouth or penetration.
Each had its merits, Bob thought, but in the end he thought he’d be selfish – and have his orgasm in his favourite way – pounding away up her vagina – he just hoped that Rachel had done her job so Collette would have an orgasm even if his prick couldn’t find her G spot on its own – this had eluded them in the past.
“So fingers crossed,” he said to himself as held himself above her and slid his prick the full length up her now very wet and definitely willing and probably desperate vagina.
She moaned, “Yes, oh, yes, fuck me rigid, Big Bob,” only this time she really meant it – beside herself with arousal.
Bob thrust slowly and then more quickly, watching her face as he did. She was reaching a peak and he could see it – amazing. Collette arched her back and matched his thrusts with those of her own. Together they crashed over the cliff with a mutual orgasm – shuddering, moaning and trembling.
Rachel joined them on the bed and brought herself and Collette to a second orgasm for them both with her fingers, while Bob watched Collette’s pussy while she orgasmed.
“What a lovely treat,” said Collette. “My pleasure ,“ said Bob and Rachel in unison ……
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Taking control
I was sent an email outlining the requirements of the activity I had agreed to – the purpose of the activity was to remain undisclosed. I was to be reassured that I would not be asked to do anything that would endanger me, or that I would be unwilling to carry out.
Follow the instructions to the letter – carry on until the next instruction is issued;
Respond to each instruction immediately or the activity will be terminated.
Induction
Set up the two web cams:
One permanently focused on close up;
Second to be wide angled;
Please note both can be controlled (focused) remotely.
Sit in reclining chair with the back semi-upright and the seat extended.
Instructions will be issued using IM; these will be signalled by a tone.
I’m wearing a loose silk blouse and matching skirt – as I sit in the chair I can see myself reflected on the computer screen.
Next message (NM)
Pull your skirt up to your waist
Bend your knees, place your feet on the chair seat and then drop your knees outwards
Do not touch yourself (DNT)
I can see my white lace knickers clearly in the reflection on the screen. This draws the eye to the whole of my genital area. The lace showcases what delights lie behind. I’m a bit nervous – I have agreed to do this for a bet issued by someone I have been exchanging messages with on Literotica – I know him as TallMan60.
NM
Remove all clothes
Sit in knee bent position (BKP)
I immediately do as I’m asked. I can see from my reflection that the position of my legs means that my labia are open wide and my clit, the opening of my urethra and vagina are fully exposed.
With the help of the close up camera, you are the first person ever to see this part of me in such detail.
Not knowing what you look like – that I’m being viewed by an anonymous stranger is peculiarly arousing – partly shameful and humiliating and certainly exciting – that you are being turned on by this?
I stretch involuntarily – this is a form of upper body muscle reaction I get when I’m nervous. These tremors would be visible and probably signal the beginning of my arousal.
NM
Imagine you are stroking your breast and nipples
DNT
I close my eyes and picture my hands, shaped like a spider, tracing my nails across my breasts and nipples. It is a delicious image. They become erect without any physical contact. I feel everything between my legs start to swell. My labia will be going a darker pink, the rest of the skin will be reddening and starting to look puffy. I’m aware of starting to feel aroused.
NM
You may touch (YMT) your breast and nipples
I feel a massive spasm up my vagina on reading this message. This is usually accompanied by the appearance of wetness – I call it my dry to wet point. What is amazing is that this happens before I have touched myself anywhere.
Touching is bliss – every bit as good as I imagined it would be. My nipples tingle, the areolas tighten, go a darker pink and pucker and my breasts become firmer. The skin feels so soft and I seem to be aware of every cell as the nerve endings are triggered by the contact.
NM
DNT
Stopping is agony – I can feel I’m wet between my legs, my clit jolts, I get another vaginal spasm.
NM
Imagine you are stroking your tummy and inner thighs
DNT
This is so arousing – I picture grazing the soft flesh of my tummy and inner upper thighs – how the skin feels – how it tingles. I experience another involuntary stretch – this time I even put my arms in the air. This is accompanied by a shudder that was visible in my reflection.
I feel another vaginal spasm – that would have pushed out more juice. This will be glistening and reflecting the light – and be easily visible. Knowing you can see evidence of my arousal that I cannot verify with my fingers makes me feels a bit vulnerable.
My clit feels engorged and I’m beginning to be aware of a deep ache high up in my vagina.
NM
YMT tummy and inner thighs
This is so delicious; I know I’m wet now. My fingers trail a burning path down and then up the soft skin. I’m getting shivery. I avoid looking at the screen in case I’m looking directly into your eyes and you can see into my soul and know my thoughts.
NM
DNT
Aaaargh.
I have a massive shudder that makes the whole of my upper body tremble. It brings my shoulders away from the chair. My clit retracts, the two openings spasm – there might even have been squirts of fluid as everything contracts so hard.
I moan loudly and put my head right back as I clench my fists.
Ping – let it be you can touch ……
NM
Imagine you are rubbing your clit
Another stretch accompanied by what feels like a standing wave moving from my ovaries, through my uterus and down my vagina. My whole upper body is twitching. I moan as I start to clench my shoulders and move my head from side to side.
NM
STOP
Are you cumming?
I nod my head. I’m in such a state I have heard this question in my head.
NM
Count aloud backwards – from 100 to 1
100, 99, 98, 97, erm. 95, no 96…. I was in a real tizzy now but gradually the exercise was calming my brain down. But I was aware that there was juice everywhere – it must be soaking into the chair by now….., 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I look at the screen.
NM
Are you cumming?
I shake my head. I’m feeling really weird – like there’s a disconnect between my brain and my body. The nerve endings are on code black – high alert.
I start shivering and I can’t stop. I stat to hunch over, my arms hugging my stomach – the ache inside fills my entire abdomen.
NM
Do you want to cum?
I look at the screen and mouth – “Please.”
NM
Imagine my mouth on your clit and my tongue up your vagina
As I read that message I had the most amazing reaction – I came – the full 9 yards – squirting juice, spasms – it was incredible.
NM
Thank you
Debrief.
I have used this fantasy to masturbate 4 times since getting the idea from a comment TallMan made about control.
The first three were mind blowing, with multiple orgasms. I tried to act on the instructions and that was very successful – it certainly made me much more excited and the touching when it was ‘allowed’ was much more powerful.
In the fourth I tried to do it all in the mind and made this last 3 hours before I had to give in and take myself in hand as it were. The most mind blowing thing was that I almost had a vaginal orgasm.
This is momentous since I have only had one in my life – while studying as a postgraduate student I met a good looking but arrogant guy – we had sex once and I had the orgasm just after he had cum – ignorant bugger thought I was having a fit!
I’m delighted I tried this as it means I can now recognise the difference in arousal between clitoral and vaginal orgasms.
I think I have also worked how to develop control fantasies
Thank you - TM and V
Follow the instructions to the letter – carry on until the next instruction is issued;
Respond to each instruction immediately or the activity will be terminated.
Induction
Set up the two web cams:
One permanently focused on close up;
Second to be wide angled;
Please note both can be controlled (focused) remotely.
Sit in reclining chair with the back semi-upright and the seat extended.
Instructions will be issued using IM; these will be signalled by a tone.
I’m wearing a loose silk blouse and matching skirt – as I sit in the chair I can see myself reflected on the computer screen.
Next message (NM)
Pull your skirt up to your waist
Bend your knees, place your feet on the chair seat and then drop your knees outwards
Do not touch yourself (DNT)
I can see my white lace knickers clearly in the reflection on the screen. This draws the eye to the whole of my genital area. The lace showcases what delights lie behind. I’m a bit nervous – I have agreed to do this for a bet issued by someone I have been exchanging messages with on Literotica – I know him as TallMan60.
NM
Remove all clothes
Sit in knee bent position (BKP)
I immediately do as I’m asked. I can see from my reflection that the position of my legs means that my labia are open wide and my clit, the opening of my urethra and vagina are fully exposed.
With the help of the close up camera, you are the first person ever to see this part of me in such detail.
Not knowing what you look like – that I’m being viewed by an anonymous stranger is peculiarly arousing – partly shameful and humiliating and certainly exciting – that you are being turned on by this?
I stretch involuntarily – this is a form of upper body muscle reaction I get when I’m nervous. These tremors would be visible and probably signal the beginning of my arousal.
NM
Imagine you are stroking your breast and nipples
DNT
I close my eyes and picture my hands, shaped like a spider, tracing my nails across my breasts and nipples. It is a delicious image. They become erect without any physical contact. I feel everything between my legs start to swell. My labia will be going a darker pink, the rest of the skin will be reddening and starting to look puffy. I’m aware of starting to feel aroused.
NM
You may touch (YMT) your breast and nipples
I feel a massive spasm up my vagina on reading this message. This is usually accompanied by the appearance of wetness – I call it my dry to wet point. What is amazing is that this happens before I have touched myself anywhere.
Touching is bliss – every bit as good as I imagined it would be. My nipples tingle, the areolas tighten, go a darker pink and pucker and my breasts become firmer. The skin feels so soft and I seem to be aware of every cell as the nerve endings are triggered by the contact.
NM
DNT
Stopping is agony – I can feel I’m wet between my legs, my clit jolts, I get another vaginal spasm.
NM
Imagine you are stroking your tummy and inner thighs
DNT
This is so arousing – I picture grazing the soft flesh of my tummy and inner upper thighs – how the skin feels – how it tingles. I experience another involuntary stretch – this time I even put my arms in the air. This is accompanied by a shudder that was visible in my reflection.
I feel another vaginal spasm – that would have pushed out more juice. This will be glistening and reflecting the light – and be easily visible. Knowing you can see evidence of my arousal that I cannot verify with my fingers makes me feels a bit vulnerable.
My clit feels engorged and I’m beginning to be aware of a deep ache high up in my vagina.
NM
YMT tummy and inner thighs
This is so delicious; I know I’m wet now. My fingers trail a burning path down and then up the soft skin. I’m getting shivery. I avoid looking at the screen in case I’m looking directly into your eyes and you can see into my soul and know my thoughts.
NM
DNT
Aaaargh.
I have a massive shudder that makes the whole of my upper body tremble. It brings my shoulders away from the chair. My clit retracts, the two openings spasm – there might even have been squirts of fluid as everything contracts so hard.
I moan loudly and put my head right back as I clench my fists.
Ping – let it be you can touch ……
NM
Imagine you are rubbing your clit
Another stretch accompanied by what feels like a standing wave moving from my ovaries, through my uterus and down my vagina. My whole upper body is twitching. I moan as I start to clench my shoulders and move my head from side to side.
NM
STOP
Are you cumming?
I nod my head. I’m in such a state I have heard this question in my head.
NM
Count aloud backwards – from 100 to 1
100, 99, 98, 97, erm. 95, no 96…. I was in a real tizzy now but gradually the exercise was calming my brain down. But I was aware that there was juice everywhere – it must be soaking into the chair by now….., 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I look at the screen.
NM
Are you cumming?
I shake my head. I’m feeling really weird – like there’s a disconnect between my brain and my body. The nerve endings are on code black – high alert.
I start shivering and I can’t stop. I stat to hunch over, my arms hugging my stomach – the ache inside fills my entire abdomen.
NM
Do you want to cum?
I look at the screen and mouth – “Please.”
NM
Imagine my mouth on your clit and my tongue up your vagina
As I read that message I had the most amazing reaction – I came – the full 9 yards – squirting juice, spasms – it was incredible.
NM
Thank you
Debrief.
I have used this fantasy to masturbate 4 times since getting the idea from a comment TallMan made about control.
The first three were mind blowing, with multiple orgasms. I tried to act on the instructions and that was very successful – it certainly made me much more excited and the touching when it was ‘allowed’ was much more powerful.
In the fourth I tried to do it all in the mind and made this last 3 hours before I had to give in and take myself in hand as it were. The most mind blowing thing was that I almost had a vaginal orgasm.
This is momentous since I have only had one in my life – while studying as a postgraduate student I met a good looking but arrogant guy – we had sex once and I had the orgasm just after he had cum – ignorant bugger thought I was having a fit!
I’m delighted I tried this as it means I can now recognise the difference in arousal between clitoral and vaginal orgasms.
I think I have also worked how to develop control fantasies
Thank you - TM and V
Saturday, 6 June 2009
A Star heard my plea
My mouth is dry - I'm not sure what I'm doing as I'm so wet. The control is being set up - I'm nearly orgasming in anticipation.
My skin in tingling all over - like the feeling you get if you touch a battery with your tongue.
This has been an incredible couple of days - first the hot weather and the delicious images, then having the two reality/fantasy episodes with multiple orgasms.
Then today I told myself to stop being prissy and have a go playing fantasies online at Literotica - TM6 played for a while and it was fun teaching him a little about how to set up a discrete seduction fanstasy based on a crowded subway train - and to his credit he wasn't insisting on being told how large or small my tits are, and laughed at my joke about male SR players having 12 inch dicks.
Then along came V....
She sent me the most amazing story she wrote. This is very arousing - it builds beautifully with lots of imagery. If I ordered a story to have an orgasm then this would be it.
Anyway in the spirit of sharing - and I get off on not knowing who is reading this - a bit like masturbating myself to orgasm on a well lit stage with a dark auditorium. (Now that's an idea for a fantasy....)
.... this is what I wrote to her ...
That is so hot. I get to paragraph 5 – “Your nipples are hard"….. this is so what I want in my control fantasy – you have it bang on the nail. Christ, I’m getting so wet, I'm all shivery and my vagina is giving huge spasms that are making me rock backwards and forwards on my computer chair, I have read it three times now –
I’m lost from here on in, Aaaargh.
This is absolutely amazing - you could have written it for me. The juice from my vagina has soaked through my jeans. I squeeze my thighs together to heighten the feelings.
V – you are a star.
Can I ask you to do something for me?
Would you try a little control fantasy with me?
Maybe along the lines of my blog? Or this story?
And she has said "Yes."
My skin in tingling all over - like the feeling you get if you touch a battery with your tongue.
This has been an incredible couple of days - first the hot weather and the delicious images, then having the two reality/fantasy episodes with multiple orgasms.
Then today I told myself to stop being prissy and have a go playing fantasies online at Literotica - TM6 played for a while and it was fun teaching him a little about how to set up a discrete seduction fanstasy based on a crowded subway train - and to his credit he wasn't insisting on being told how large or small my tits are, and laughed at my joke about male SR players having 12 inch dicks.
Then along came V....
She sent me the most amazing story she wrote. This is very arousing - it builds beautifully with lots of imagery. If I ordered a story to have an orgasm then this would be it.
Anyway in the spirit of sharing - and I get off on not knowing who is reading this - a bit like masturbating myself to orgasm on a well lit stage with a dark auditorium. (Now that's an idea for a fantasy....)
.... this is what I wrote to her ...
That is so hot. I get to paragraph 5 – “Your nipples are hard"….. this is so what I want in my control fantasy – you have it bang on the nail. Christ, I’m getting so wet, I'm all shivery and my vagina is giving huge spasms that are making me rock backwards and forwards on my computer chair, I have read it three times now –
I’m lost from here on in, Aaaargh.
This is absolutely amazing - you could have written it for me. The juice from my vagina has soaked through my jeans. I squeeze my thighs together to heighten the feelings.
V – you are a star.
Can I ask you to do something for me?
Would you try a little control fantasy with me?
Maybe along the lines of my blog? Or this story?
And she has said "Yes."
Friday, 5 June 2009
Can you tell if I’m Bisexual?
I feel I’m on the verge of a break through or sexual melt down.
Why do I think this?
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
I have been struggling with a question – and until yesterday I didn’t even realise it was THE question.
Am I bisexual?
The evidence would seem to be overwhelming
–an open and shut case, M'lud.
And that is…..
My preferred sexual fantasies – i.e. those that deliver me to the (best) shuddering orgasms are about having sex with women.
But all that is in my imagination – I have never had any real experience
– I’m innocent, M’lud
So how do we prove the case?
Before I jump on the nearest woman I’d like a clearer idea of which way I might jump.
Don’t want to be called a clit tease if it gets to the crunch and I can’t munch…..
With most other questions you’d ask a friend, an intimate or maybe your Mum or Google it.
The essence of the question is….
Does having vivid and satisfying fantasy sex with women mean you are bi-sexual?
Anyone out there who could help me answer that question? – I need an expert!
Why do I think this?
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
I have been struggling with a question – and until yesterday I didn’t even realise it was THE question.
Am I bisexual?
The evidence would seem to be overwhelming
–an open and shut case, M'lud.
And that is…..
My preferred sexual fantasies – i.e. those that deliver me to the (best) shuddering orgasms are about having sex with women.
But all that is in my imagination – I have never had any real experience
– I’m innocent, M’lud
So how do we prove the case?
Before I jump on the nearest woman I’d like a clearer idea of which way I might jump.
Don’t want to be called a clit tease if it gets to the crunch and I can’t munch…..
With most other questions you’d ask a friend, an intimate or maybe your Mum or Google it.
The essence of the question is….
Does having vivid and satisfying fantasy sex with women mean you are bi-sexual?
Anyone out there who could help me answer that question? – I need an expert!
Chapter 2 – My nearly second lesbian experience
The signal …… my body does things without my mind asking it to – it is reacting with sexual arousal to the presence of other women.
Same time, same place – next day. Very like yesterday I awoke wet and because I’m a clit addict, my fingers went to that special place and continued the arousal that had started in my unremembered dream.
This time I was much wetter – the place between wet and wetter – that might sound strange but it is what happens when there hasn’t been any external activity to move the juice from inside the vagina forward to the clit. So to create that glorious slipperiness you have to dip your fingers in the heavenly well. I did this and began to get that feeling of concentration of sensation in my vagina – as though that is the only part of my body where the nerve endings are working.
I have that feeling now – writing this.
The next stage is juice flooding everywhere…….. and my clit jolting –its muscles contracting without my control - completely delicious.
I thought this time the mechanical method might bring release. I suppose someone reading this blog might get the impression that I masturbate for the fun of it – not so – I need to do it to release the sexual tension. A bit like needing food to live.
So being able to reach orgasm simply by using one fingers and not needing one’s mind is a very much easier process.
But before that could happen there was another picture. Of my fantasy sexual partner from yesterday – the real woman.
I can tell from what she says that this is our second encounter. She takes my hand and we run to another room. This time she says “Close your eyes”.
When she tells me to open them she is standing very close to me, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me very softly all over my face – including my eyes. Her hands go to my shirt and she pulls it over my head, she unclips my bra and puts it on a chair. She then arches her fingers and with her nails scratches me all over my torso – her nails hardly touch me – she is caressing and teasing me – it is exquisitely arousing.
I tell her that I will have to take my knickers off if I want to wear them for the rest of the day. “In a minute,” she says as she flattens her fingers and the scratching becomes stroking with her fingertips. My nipples are engorged and the whole surface of my breasts is tingling. She runs her fingers down to the top of my skirt.
“Mmm,” she says and unbuttons my skirt, pulls down my knickers and puts them on the chair – like yesterday it feels as though everything is in slow motion and somehow that intensifies the sensations.
She kneels down in front of me and runs her fingers across my pubic hair – her fingers hardly touch me – I can feel each hair triggering a little electric shock as she touches it. Her fingers continue down my outer labia and as they come back she inserts the middle one to kiss my clit as it passes.
She says to me “I want you to tell me how this feels – I want this to be mind blowing.” I know she doesn’t mean the dirty talk, she wants to understand how to pleasure me. That is so touching.
She tongues my clit and I direct her actions – she is right – it is mind blowing – the best sex I have ever had.
I ask her to put her tongue in my vagina and fuck me with it – as she does this I give little thrusts with my hips to signal the speed and depth of her actions. I tell her how amazing it is feeling, what my muscles are doing. This is very special and the first time I have had this rapport with a sexual partner.
My orgasm is building, I can feel my vaginal muscles closing on her tongue. “I want to touch you,” I say and start to pull her up. I kiss all my juice off her face with little licking movements – she kisses me back, deeply with her tongue.
I tell her that it’s not fair that she still has her clothes on – “Well, undress me then,” she replies.I slip off her shirt and plant tiny kisses on her breasts. I go to unzip her skirt and she stops me.
“I want you to do to me what you did in your blog – you know, when you wrote about seeing panties on the train.”
I tell her I’ll do that but only if she tells me how it feels.
I kneel before her and do as she asks. I slide the soft silky fabric up her legs to reveal white lacy pants – they are totally delicious – made entirely of flimsy cotton lace – very fine and with a pattern that showcases her beautiful mound and lips. I go to slip them off and again she stops me.
“I want you to stroke and rub me with them still on – I want to get so wet that you can suck my juice through the lace.”
It was fantastic to be doing what she wants. I use my fingers and my tongue to press the lace into her slit. I flick her clit with my tongue. She tells me what her muscles are doing, how good this feels and how wet she is getting. That she is enjoying it and getting very aroused is very exciting for me and my clit is clenching as well.
We both laugh as I make loud sucking noises – just like getting up the last of the milkshake.
She asks me to take off her knickers and suck her to orgasm – she explains that she wants us to learn how to give each other orgasms as well as having them.
I slip the wet lace off her body – she has a beautiful navel and channels where her legs join her hips – it’s as though her body is pointing you at her clit – at her centre.
She is still standing up as I suck her clit. She holds my head and says “I’m going to fuck you now.” She thrusts her mound against my face. My nose and mouth are surrounded by her labia – it is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Her skin is soft and silky, her clit is surprising hard, and her inner lips are quite plump. Her movements create a suction effect that alternately draws in air and draws out juice. She has a violent orgasm and I have to hold her hips in the circle of my arms to keep my face in that magical place. I know the exact moment that she orgasms as her juice changes flavour and texture – it is sharper and more viscous. I am able to lick it all up as she shudders and trembles back down to the plateau.
She kneels down and gazes into my eyes, she holds my face and says “That was truly mind blowing – I never realised sex could be like that.”
She gently pushes me back onto the carpet. She bends my knees and lifts them apart, much like the internal examination using the stirrups that most of us females are familiar with – we joke about that. She explains that she wants to pleasure me and see how my body changes when I’m excited – that she will look and I will describe. I lie back, she strokes my clit with her tongue, she slides her fingers into my vagina, she scratches my G-spot, she looks intently at me. I tell her how my orgasm is building. I feel my vaginal opening enlarging and contracting rhythmically. It builds to a crescendo and as I reach the peak she shrieks, ‘I can see it, you are cumming,” and I do. I then hear her say, “Your juice is still coming out in little gushes, as the muscles move.”
It takes 5 minutes for me to stop shuddering and shaking.
It is wonderful to know that you are doing exactly what someone desires.
The orgasm I had in reality was immense – and for the first time I was able to bring myself to three peaks. Do other women have multiple orgasms when they masturbate? Another of my unanswered questions.
Same time, same place – next day. Very like yesterday I awoke wet and because I’m a clit addict, my fingers went to that special place and continued the arousal that had started in my unremembered dream.
This time I was much wetter – the place between wet and wetter – that might sound strange but it is what happens when there hasn’t been any external activity to move the juice from inside the vagina forward to the clit. So to create that glorious slipperiness you have to dip your fingers in the heavenly well. I did this and began to get that feeling of concentration of sensation in my vagina – as though that is the only part of my body where the nerve endings are working.
I have that feeling now – writing this.
The next stage is juice flooding everywhere…….. and my clit jolting –its muscles contracting without my control - completely delicious.
I thought this time the mechanical method might bring release. I suppose someone reading this blog might get the impression that I masturbate for the fun of it – not so – I need to do it to release the sexual tension. A bit like needing food to live.
So being able to reach orgasm simply by using one fingers and not needing one’s mind is a very much easier process.
But before that could happen there was another picture. Of my fantasy sexual partner from yesterday – the real woman.
I can tell from what she says that this is our second encounter. She takes my hand and we run to another room. This time she says “Close your eyes”.
When she tells me to open them she is standing very close to me, she takes my head in her hands and kisses me very softly all over my face – including my eyes. Her hands go to my shirt and she pulls it over my head, she unclips my bra and puts it on a chair. She then arches her fingers and with her nails scratches me all over my torso – her nails hardly touch me – she is caressing and teasing me – it is exquisitely arousing.
I tell her that I will have to take my knickers off if I want to wear them for the rest of the day. “In a minute,” she says as she flattens her fingers and the scratching becomes stroking with her fingertips. My nipples are engorged and the whole surface of my breasts is tingling. She runs her fingers down to the top of my skirt.
“Mmm,” she says and unbuttons my skirt, pulls down my knickers and puts them on the chair – like yesterday it feels as though everything is in slow motion and somehow that intensifies the sensations.
She kneels down in front of me and runs her fingers across my pubic hair – her fingers hardly touch me – I can feel each hair triggering a little electric shock as she touches it. Her fingers continue down my outer labia and as they come back she inserts the middle one to kiss my clit as it passes.
She says to me “I want you to tell me how this feels – I want this to be mind blowing.” I know she doesn’t mean the dirty talk, she wants to understand how to pleasure me. That is so touching.
She tongues my clit and I direct her actions – she is right – it is mind blowing – the best sex I have ever had.
I ask her to put her tongue in my vagina and fuck me with it – as she does this I give little thrusts with my hips to signal the speed and depth of her actions. I tell her how amazing it is feeling, what my muscles are doing. This is very special and the first time I have had this rapport with a sexual partner.
My orgasm is building, I can feel my vaginal muscles closing on her tongue. “I want to touch you,” I say and start to pull her up. I kiss all my juice off her face with little licking movements – she kisses me back, deeply with her tongue.
I tell her that it’s not fair that she still has her clothes on – “Well, undress me then,” she replies.I slip off her shirt and plant tiny kisses on her breasts. I go to unzip her skirt and she stops me.
“I want you to do to me what you did in your blog – you know, when you wrote about seeing panties on the train.”
I tell her I’ll do that but only if she tells me how it feels.
I kneel before her and do as she asks. I slide the soft silky fabric up her legs to reveal white lacy pants – they are totally delicious – made entirely of flimsy cotton lace – very fine and with a pattern that showcases her beautiful mound and lips. I go to slip them off and again she stops me.
“I want you to stroke and rub me with them still on – I want to get so wet that you can suck my juice through the lace.”
It was fantastic to be doing what she wants. I use my fingers and my tongue to press the lace into her slit. I flick her clit with my tongue. She tells me what her muscles are doing, how good this feels and how wet she is getting. That she is enjoying it and getting very aroused is very exciting for me and my clit is clenching as well.
We both laugh as I make loud sucking noises – just like getting up the last of the milkshake.
She asks me to take off her knickers and suck her to orgasm – she explains that she wants us to learn how to give each other orgasms as well as having them.
I slip the wet lace off her body – she has a beautiful navel and channels where her legs join her hips – it’s as though her body is pointing you at her clit – at her centre.
She is still standing up as I suck her clit. She holds my head and says “I’m going to fuck you now.” She thrusts her mound against my face. My nose and mouth are surrounded by her labia – it is the most intimate thing I have ever done. Her skin is soft and silky, her clit is surprising hard, and her inner lips are quite plump. Her movements create a suction effect that alternately draws in air and draws out juice. She has a violent orgasm and I have to hold her hips in the circle of my arms to keep my face in that magical place. I know the exact moment that she orgasms as her juice changes flavour and texture – it is sharper and more viscous. I am able to lick it all up as she shudders and trembles back down to the plateau.
She kneels down and gazes into my eyes, she holds my face and says “That was truly mind blowing – I never realised sex could be like that.”
She gently pushes me back onto the carpet. She bends my knees and lifts them apart, much like the internal examination using the stirrups that most of us females are familiar with – we joke about that. She explains that she wants to pleasure me and see how my body changes when I’m excited – that she will look and I will describe. I lie back, she strokes my clit with her tongue, she slides her fingers into my vagina, she scratches my G-spot, she looks intently at me. I tell her how my orgasm is building. I feel my vaginal opening enlarging and contracting rhythmically. It builds to a crescendo and as I reach the peak she shrieks, ‘I can see it, you are cumming,” and I do. I then hear her say, “Your juice is still coming out in little gushes, as the muscles move.”
It takes 5 minutes for me to stop shuddering and shaking.
It is wonderful to know that you are doing exactly what someone desires.
The orgasm I had in reality was immense – and for the first time I was able to bring myself to three peaks. Do other women have multiple orgasms when they masturbate? Another of my unanswered questions.
Thursday, 4 June 2009
My nearly first lesbian experience
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Steamy in the hot weather
During my journey to the business meeting today.....
On the subway a woman invades my personal space. The carriage is very crowded and that leaves little room to compensate for the movement of the train and to avoid personal contact between bodies. I catch her eye and she smiles at me, I smile back.
I have to hold on with both hands as there is nowhere to lean, as the train lurches she apologises for falling against me - she looks into my eyes and I feel my pupils respond as the sensation, of having my mound cupped and squeezed, is transmitted to my brain. I take a sharp breath - my cunt is on fire.
She continues to look at me, smiles again and licks her lips. She looks down and I follow her eyes and see my nipples projecting through my shirt. I see her hand reach toward my body and cup my mound for a second time. I tremble.
She insinuates a finger between my lips, through the fabric of my skirt and panties and caresses my clit. Instantly my clit becomes erect and the juice starts to soak through onto her finger.
I close my eyes and she blows a gentle breath on my face. When I open them she winks at me and starts to lift the fabric of my skirt and push her hand between my legs. She gently slides her fingers under the lace of my panties and starts to stroke my clit in earnest.
I'm lost. She leans forwards and softly licks my ear, she slides 3 fingers up my vagina and goes unerringly to my G-spot. Within seconds I am quivering inside, lines of muscles contract in sequence and the juice released pools into her hand and all over my panties and legs. She reaches down and dips her other hand in this juice and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her fingers and then puts them in my mouth, as I suck them she mirrors the rhythm up my vagina.
I'm building towards orgasm and she must sense this as she thrusts harder - catching my clit with her thumb.
I shudder and spasm, this time with her whole hand in my mouth to stop the noise. As I come down I notice her looking to my left - there is a woman watching us who smiles and blows us a kiss - she mouths "Thank you".
I wish.......
On the subway a woman invades my personal space. The carriage is very crowded and that leaves little room to compensate for the movement of the train and to avoid personal contact between bodies. I catch her eye and she smiles at me, I smile back.
I have to hold on with both hands as there is nowhere to lean, as the train lurches she apologises for falling against me - she looks into my eyes and I feel my pupils respond as the sensation, of having my mound cupped and squeezed, is transmitted to my brain. I take a sharp breath - my cunt is on fire.
She continues to look at me, smiles again and licks her lips. She looks down and I follow her eyes and see my nipples projecting through my shirt. I see her hand reach toward my body and cup my mound for a second time. I tremble.
She insinuates a finger between my lips, through the fabric of my skirt and panties and caresses my clit. Instantly my clit becomes erect and the juice starts to soak through onto her finger.
I close my eyes and she blows a gentle breath on my face. When I open them she winks at me and starts to lift the fabric of my skirt and push her hand between my legs. She gently slides her fingers under the lace of my panties and starts to stroke my clit in earnest.
I'm lost. She leans forwards and softly licks my ear, she slides 3 fingers up my vagina and goes unerringly to my G-spot. Within seconds I am quivering inside, lines of muscles contract in sequence and the juice released pools into her hand and all over my panties and legs. She reaches down and dips her other hand in this juice and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her fingers and then puts them in my mouth, as I suck them she mirrors the rhythm up my vagina.
I'm building towards orgasm and she must sense this as she thrusts harder - catching my clit with her thumb.
I shudder and spasm, this time with her whole hand in my mouth to stop the noise. As I come down I notice her looking to my left - there is a woman watching us who smiles and blows us a kiss - she mouths "Thank you".
I wish.......
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Summer Heat....between the legs
New development today...
Not sure I know how to deal with this. Would appreciate some advice if any woman out there feels like coming in from the cold - from lurking on the periphery - to help me out here....
This isn't a dig at ~M - she is a star!
I was aroused by eye-contact with a woman today. She has a direct manner - gazes into my eyes - I'm sure there is a sexual message there:
"Yes, you are right - I recognise your interest and reciprocate."
I couldn't stop myself thinking about what her breasts looked like - under the fabric of her dress; what colour her pubic hair was; I lost the thread of our conversation.
I'm getting wet now, just writing about it.......
We spent an hour together working......
I wanted to run my fingers up the insides of her arms, trail my tongue up her legs from ankle to crotch, spreading her legs for me to see the soft freckled skin of her inner thighs; to lift her long hair from her pale neck and nuzzle her behind her pretty ears; to trace the outline of her lips with a wet finger and slip that finger in her mouth to be sucked gently.
Fuck, that is so potent an image.
I might even achieve the fantasy orgasm.
- on the other hand (sic) should I deny myself the exquisite pleasure of role playing her fingers on my clit.
Not sure I know how to deal with this. Would appreciate some advice if any woman out there feels like coming in from the cold - from lurking on the periphery - to help me out here....
This isn't a dig at ~M - she is a star!
I was aroused by eye-contact with a woman today. She has a direct manner - gazes into my eyes - I'm sure there is a sexual message there:
"Yes, you are right - I recognise your interest and reciprocate."
I couldn't stop myself thinking about what her breasts looked like - under the fabric of her dress; what colour her pubic hair was; I lost the thread of our conversation.
I'm getting wet now, just writing about it.......
We spent an hour together working......
I wanted to run my fingers up the insides of her arms, trail my tongue up her legs from ankle to crotch, spreading her legs for me to see the soft freckled skin of her inner thighs; to lift her long hair from her pale neck and nuzzle her behind her pretty ears; to trace the outline of her lips with a wet finger and slip that finger in her mouth to be sucked gently.
Fuck, that is so potent an image.
I might even achieve the fantasy orgasm.
- on the other hand (sic) should I deny myself the exquisite pleasure of role playing her fingers on my clit.
Monday, 1 June 2009
Summer Sexual Festival - Being a Voyeur
Different tack altogether…
Summer in the city – don’t you just love summer – the possibilities for fantasies seem endless.
This was brought forcefully to me to today – from the time I arrived at the train station – a delicious combination of warm weather (thin fabrics), summer breezes (blowing thin clothing up or against beautiful bodies), bare legs (soft skin rubbing together) – just add to the delights of fantasising about fellow travellers. Several times I had to change the subject in my mind as the images became too explicit and arousing – couldn’t arrive at a business meeting all hot and bothered… if you know what I mean.
This type of image has taken my fantasies in an entirely different direction – being the aggressor, the controller, the restrainer – not in a physical way – again it is the thought of psychological coercion that is so delicious
– of willing compliance, when I kneel before her to slide her cotton dress up her legs to reveal white lace being displayed for me, arching her back to highlight the treasures hidden within, shivers of delight greeting me as I slip these damp panties down and away from the wet clit and slit being offered for my tongue’s pleasure.
I saw panties three times in as many hours today – I was an innocent (!) voyeur ……
– On the train as a young woman crossed her legs, tight skirt – flowery cotton;
– At the bottom of the stairs on the subway as another young woman walked down towards me – breeze blowing the skirt up – actual white lace also see through – hair and slit easily visible – added bonus soft silky skin - legs rubbing;
– Again on the stairs a woman walking up in front on me – skirt so short that I could see her thong (red) and her arse cheeks and top of her thighs rubbing together.
Wonderful images involving nails and tongue on smooth skin; dipping and tasting in sweet wetness, swirling tongue and fingers to bring sensation to a peak; long, slow shuddering orgasms.
Should I be feeling guilty? This is being offered to me willingly, she begs me to release the tension; she would suffer if I didn’t oblige.
As ~M put it so well – maybe I should be showing restraint and self-control. I am – so far I haven’t done anything of these things – I’m a bystander in the summer sexual festival.
A thoroughly aroused and wet one, that has to go and do something about it…NOW.
Summer in the city – don’t you just love summer – the possibilities for fantasies seem endless.
This was brought forcefully to me to today – from the time I arrived at the train station – a delicious combination of warm weather (thin fabrics), summer breezes (blowing thin clothing up or against beautiful bodies), bare legs (soft skin rubbing together) – just add to the delights of fantasising about fellow travellers. Several times I had to change the subject in my mind as the images became too explicit and arousing – couldn’t arrive at a business meeting all hot and bothered… if you know what I mean.
This type of image has taken my fantasies in an entirely different direction – being the aggressor, the controller, the restrainer – not in a physical way – again it is the thought of psychological coercion that is so delicious
– of willing compliance, when I kneel before her to slide her cotton dress up her legs to reveal white lace being displayed for me, arching her back to highlight the treasures hidden within, shivers of delight greeting me as I slip these damp panties down and away from the wet clit and slit being offered for my tongue’s pleasure.
I saw panties three times in as many hours today – I was an innocent (!) voyeur ……
– On the train as a young woman crossed her legs, tight skirt – flowery cotton;
– At the bottom of the stairs on the subway as another young woman walked down towards me – breeze blowing the skirt up – actual white lace also see through – hair and slit easily visible – added bonus soft silky skin - legs rubbing;
– Again on the stairs a woman walking up in front on me – skirt so short that I could see her thong (red) and her arse cheeks and top of her thighs rubbing together.
Wonderful images involving nails and tongue on smooth skin; dipping and tasting in sweet wetness, swirling tongue and fingers to bring sensation to a peak; long, slow shuddering orgasms.
Should I be feeling guilty? This is being offered to me willingly, she begs me to release the tension; she would suffer if I didn’t oblige.
As ~M put it so well – maybe I should be showing restraint and self-control. I am – so far I haven’t done anything of these things – I’m a bystander in the summer sexual festival.
A thoroughly aroused and wet one, that has to go and do something about it…NOW.
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