I asked Laurent to tell me a story that I could be part of….
This is what he told me and what I thought happened next…
Laurent
” We agree to meet in a busy Starbucks coffee bar on Trafalgar Square, I am early and sit and watch people going by, noticing how some women’s nipples are sticking out against their tight fitted blouses as they walk in the brisk cool morning.
After a while I see you approach and I am starting to feel nervous but also aroused as I recall our last conversation online. You were pleasuring yourself on your cam as I watched and stroked myself.
I stand up and give you a kiss on the cheek and ask you. “ What I can get you?” You are wearing a soft silk blouse through which I can see a glimpse of a lacy bra, a nicely fitting skirt that sits above your knee, letting me appreciate the shape of your calves.
Wearing high-heeled shows showing them off even more, at a guess you are wearing hold ups and hose. My mind goes into over drive as I go to the counter and order us coffees.
As I look back I can see you glancing at me and people around. I join the table and sit close to you which enables me to smell that you are wearing my favourite perfume, ‘Paris’ by Yves Saint Laurent, the scent makes me dream and makes me want to kiss you here in front of everybody!
I take hold of your hand and kiss it, keeping hold of it I stroke your finger; your skin so soft; making me want to suck each of your fingers knowing where they have been and done. I whisper to you, telling that you are even more beautiful in person that on the cam; you smile, take a sip of your coffee and lick your lips in an erotic kind of way.
I start telling you how you made me feel as I watched you pleasuring yourself, I can feel my erection trying to burst out of my trousers, I whisper to you that there is nothing more that I want to do but to taste you and have you have many orgasms from my oral stimulation.
You shift in your seat as you feel yourself getting moist from my words, I also notice that your nipples have stiffened up, not from the cold but from the arousal.
I let my second hand glide across your thighs, stroking them in long soft fluid movement, your eyes locked into mine, seeing your breathing a little faster as you love the way my fingers feel on your legs.........”
Collette
Laurent romanced me from the first instant message he sent. Let’s face it, the personal messages on Literotica are usually the “I’ve seen you post and I want to lick you.” variety, so someone who is polite but amusing, complimentary but respectful, stands out, holds the notice.
He used his Gallic charm to woo me, ending his posts with little seductive touches – ‘bisous’ – kisses.
In my head I could hear the sexy accent of Yves Montand:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLlBOmDpn1s&feature=related
To be honest, this probably did for me – a pragmatic English woman, suddenly being courted by a guy who sounded (I hoped) like sex on legs. The curse of a vivid imagination….
To be fair, Laurent played by the rules and it was that as much as anything that led me to doing what I swore I never would, getting a web cam and actually masturbating to an audience of strangers – OK, there was only one in the audience, or so I hoped.
He was very skilled at seduction – he sent links to poems about love, he sent pictures of romantic places, he confessed his innermost thoughts – things he’d never even told his best friend. He laughed at my jokes and he made me laugh. We progressed quite quickly to cybering. He was a considerate cyber lover – he asked if I was comfortable with what we were doing – ramping it up a little at a time. It was delicious, I rushed home, hoping to hear the ping. I started to run my life by the timetable we agreed. We would describe what each might do to the other and what we were doing to ourselves until one or both or us orgasmed. These developed into full shuddering, squirting events on my part – and I quickly became addicted to the pleasure of those orgasms.
He was very clever, as I felt in control, that he wasn’t pumping me for information about aspects of myself I didn’t want to share. So of course I did want to share, didn’t I! I gave him my postcode, my work email address and my instant messaging ID.
We got into the habit of cybering regularly and for while it worked until Lauren began to get irritated with my typing. I have never been able to type without looking at the keyboard and found typing accurately on IM challenging. We reached the point where he suggested using the voice feature on Yahoo Messenger.
I was reluctant at first, possibly worried about what he might think of my voice, but the potential hint that the orgasms might stop helped me get over my reluctance. This took the sex to new heights. It was so easy to listen to his voice – not exactly Yves Montand – but extremely arousing as by now he knew all the triggers to get me wet and shuddering. We would play little games to extend our orgasms – it was amazing sex. The best I’d ever had – I became quite adventurous – tasting my own juice, using it to anoint my nipples and breasts and moisturise the skin on my face.
Before I knew it I was hooked on being guided to orgasm by a disembodied voice. He would control my orgasms in various ways, I might have to wait for an IM before I could start touching myself; he might email a link to a You Tube clip and I would masturbate to that so he could hear both me and the music.
I suppose it was inevitable that he would get around to the web cam.
I had confessed that I liked to be watched and gradually he would introduce this as an issue.
It came to a head one night when he mailed the link to Je t’aime. I’d heard the song a couple of times on the radio but hadn’t really listened to it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHiMDB19Dyc
The instructions said I was to speak Jane Birkin’s lyrics to him, while he would respond with Serge Gainsbourg’s. As soon as I heard him say….
“Je vais, je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je me retiens……”
in that accent of his ….. I was gone
And by…… Maintenant viens - I did – the most amazing screaming vaginal orgasm of my life.
It took him about five seconds to ‘persuade’ me about the web cam…. And about twenty-four hours until I performed for the first time. We set up the cam so he could talk to me via the messenger. In a way I was happy with this as it meant that he was taking responsibility for it, but in that I also forgot that I would be completely under his control.
It never occurred to me to suggest that we set rules for the cam. The assumption from the beginning was that I would be taking all my clothes off and that Lauren would have visual access to any part of my body that he chose to view.
I was terrified the first time I used the camera, all kinds of questions went through my head: What would he think of me? Would I be able to get aroused? Would I have orgasms?
With Laurent guiding me it felt a lot safer – he told me exactly what to do. I had set the camera up with the remote focus so zooming in and out would be easy.
Laurent asked me to take my shirt off, I was shy as this was the first time he had seen me – he was very reassuring – telling me how beautiful I was and how much he was looking forward to sharing this with me. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my arms and covered my breasts with my hands; he cajoled me into dropping my hands, gentling me with softly whispered words.
He asked me to caress my nipples and wet my fingers so they would slide easily. I needn’t worried about getting turned because as soon as I started stroking the shivers started.
As Laurent’s request I pulled up my skirt and stroked my inner thighs and ran a finger up and down between my labia through the fabric of my knickers. It was so lovely that I could feel myself start to get swollen. Next it was my skirt, now I was down to just my knickers.
Laurent said, “I want to see the moment when your juice peeps out” – I took off my knickers and spread my legs and zoomed the camera in until Lauren signalled to stop. Then I very gently stroked my clit – I knew it wouldn’t be long before the juice started to flow as I was beginning to get little shudders. And there it was – Lauren saw it as soon as I felt it – like little pearls strung out across the area between my clit and my vagina. I found it was such a turn on, for him to talk me through what he could see and what I was doing – I became so aroused that I couldn’t stop shuddering. My fingers didn’t get as far as my vagina as suddenly I had a huge contraction and squirted. I could hear Laurent’s excitement – he lapsed into French and shouted, “Stupéfier, merveilleux, si juteux,” and this was rather difficult to follow as I was in the throes and my French is very rudimentary at best.
In the days that followed the cam show became a more or less daily event, characterised by a series of amazing orgasms as I got off on knowing that Lauren was enjoying it as much as I was.
This pretty much brings us up to today – Laurent was his usual persuasive self. He emailed his photo so I would recognise him when we met – tall and dark, brown eyes, wide smile.
He will have told you about that meeting – all I will add is that he is as sexy as hell and we can’t keep our hands off each other, we make love as often as we can – now that we live together….
and yes, my French is improving!
Sunday 26 July 2009
Saturday 25 July 2009
This is for Lin – who sometimes likes to let things build slowly
I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. It was a very ordinary day I was on my way into the city, on the train. It was very crowded as usual, no chance of a seat, so I stood in the aisle between the seats in First Class.
Day dreaming about a holiday I must have smiled to myself as I noticed a woman sitting on her own some way down the carriage smiling at me. That smile was infectious, soon we were grinning at each other. I noticed that she was very expensively dressed and had a beautiful leather briefcase.
The train arrived at the station and I lost sight of her in the crowd, I made my way to work and thought no more about it.
For the next few days I had breakfast meetings to attend so caught an earlier train and so it wasn’t until the following week that I caught the same one and saw her again. She waved when she saw me and beckoned me over. There was an empty seat next to her. She said to me, “You’ll be OK, the ticket inspector has been here and it will take him the rest of the journey to work through the other carriages.” She realised that I wasn’t about to pay a supplement to sit in First Class.
She said that she’d seen me on the train regularly for several months now and wondered what I did, why I was travelling to the city. “It’s a hobby of mine to imagine what people do, what makes them happy,” she said, “I was interested in you because I have often seen you smile and I promised myself that if I ever had the chance to talk to you that I would ask you why you were smiling.”
That made me laugh – we shared an interest in people watching. In that short journey – just twenty minutes – we swapped information about, jobs and careers, holidays and food likes. As the train arrived we agreed to chat the next time we met on the train.
“I’m Linda, by the way,” she said as we got up to leave. She put out her hand and I shook it. That was my first inkling about what was to come, a tiny shock like static electricity, tingled through my hand. “I’m Collette,” I replied.
For the next couple of weeks we met regularly to talk on the train and I got to know her – that she ran her own business, was happily married with no children, a little older than me. We found out that we shared a love of: beaches in winter, the aliens in ‘Men in Black’ and all of the film Love Actually; that we couldn’t stand pizza and politicians who ‘Twittered’; and that our favourite holiday destination was Madrid.
During this time we never touched, but I often wondered about that tingle.
Then one day she said, “I’m really early for a meeting, do you have time for a coffee?” I knew I wouldn’t be missed so I agreed and we went to the Starbucks at the station.
It was a little strange sitting on a comfortable chair, opposite her, being able to look into her eyes properly for the first time. It was here that I felt the first real stirrings and wondered if she was sharing that feeling. I had no idea and wasn’t about to screw things up by asking.
The hour flew by and we started to share more personal information about relationships, joking about the number of frogs we’d had to kiss before we’d found our Princes. We talked about the music that made us cry and skirted around the things that turned us on.
As we got up to leave she said to me, “I’ve really enjoyed this, we must do this again sometime, I feel like we are friends now.” With that she leaned across and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I was so surprised that all I could do was put my hand up to touch the spot where her lips had brushed my skin. I stuttered, “Bye,” as she walked off.
I spent the next few days revisiting that kiss, like you do with your tongue to a sore tooth. I was becoming obsessed, replaying it again and again. This also coincided with a very busy time at work and early starts, so I didn’t have the chance to see her again for two weeks.
I stood the platform waiting for the train as usual but this time as it pulled in slowly I saw her face at one of the doors. She waved at me and as I got to the door she thrust a ticket into my hand. “I couldn’t risk missing you, so I bought you an upgrade,” she said, smiling broadly. As we went to our seats she told me about what had happened and the idea she had. She’d been given a voucher, by a client, as a ‘thank you’ for achieving a difficult project; it was for tea for two at the Ritz and would I like to be her guest?
I’d never been there and so I accepted like a shot – it was on my ‘500 things to do before you die’ list. We looked at our diaries and set a date for the following week. All too quickly the journey was over and we went our separate ways, unlikely to see it each other until the tea.
I agonised over what to wear that day, tried on lots of different things and finally settled for a silk shirt and linen trousers. We met in the lobby. Linda seemed a bit nervous. She said, “I haven’t been quite honest with you, come with me and I’ll show you what I mean.” She led the way to the lift. I was intrigued and if I’m honest a bit scared.
We went up to the second floor and she opened the door to a large suite – a sitting room with two comfortable sofas and an adjoining bedroom with an ensuite bathroom. She stood by one of the large windows overlooking Green Park and turned to look at me.
She said, “I wanted to get to know you better, but wanted that to be in private so we could be ourselves. There are no strings attached to this, whatever you decide I will accept and not think any differently of you. You can go now or stay and have tea and take it from there.”
I was overwhelmed. I had a fantasy of being seduced by a woman but never in such beautiful and luxurious surroundings. If it was here I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.
I started to say something and Linda put up her hand, palm towards me. “Don’t say anything, just nod,” she said, “will you stay for tea?” When I nodded she let out a breath.
There was a discreet knock at the door and a uniformed young man wheeled in a trolley and laid up the table between the sofas with Darjeeling tea and slices of lemon, cucumber sandwiches and tiny scones to serve with strawberry jam and clotted cream.
We sat chatting as we sampled to sandwiches and the scones. It was very relaxed and I was enjoying it. The conversation ranged far and wide until Linda said, “I have something serious to ask you.”
I nodded and she asked, “Do you masturbate?”
I made some jokey response like, “All women do but it is the best kept secret in the world.”
“No, I’m serious, she said, “I’ve always wanted to know what turns other women on when they masturbate.”
“Will you tell me about your sexual fantasies?” she asked.
I said, "Yes."
She asked me to start so I told the story of having photos taken by an old man when I was still at school, that I often turned into a fantasy.
I explained about how I went to his studio and that the first thing he asked me to do was take off my shirt as it would show in the pictures.
Although I felt very uncomfortable with that I did as he asked. He gave me a piece of fabric to drape across my breasts.
As he took the pictures he kept coming over to arrange my long hair and would accidentally brush his fingers over my breasts. When he brushed my nipples they started to get hard. I felt very scared and that made me feel as though I was going to wet myself. He saw my arousal and played on it - touching my upper body, brushing against me.
Linda asked me to describe how my body felt while this was happening. I told her how I got a dull ache across my tummy; I started to get wet between my legs. I think I also started to blush across my neck and upper chest.
Just talking about it started to get me wet. It was a lovely feeling. She could see I was aroused.
“Will you show me what he what he did," she asked. I knew that I could bail out at any point, but this felt really safe, so I wanted to continue.
So I took off my shirt and pretended that my hands were his and stroked my breasts. It was amazing to have her watch me do this. She could see my arousal growing. Then she asked me to describe what my emotions were at the time. I talked about how humiliated I felt particularly because my body was reacting to his stimulation but I didn't want it to happen.
"This was rape" she said, “why did you get turned on?”
I replied, “I thought that I deserved the treatment I received because I needed to be punished for wanting sex. Submitting to his touching was also my way of buying approval, of getting to belong.”
It was wonderful to be able to tell her about this. I was so turned on and I think she could see that.
She asked me to carry on with the story and I did…
The guy told me that the best pictures would be of me naked, so I was to take my jeans off.
Linda could see I was shaking and said, “Shall I undo your zip for you?” I nodded.
I stood in front of her and she very gently unzipped my trousers and slid them down my legs. As she did so her fingers brushed the skin on my legs. That was so arousing, I moaned.
Once my trousers were off Linda just sat and looked at me. Finally I admitted to myself that I was hoping to seduce her - I was longing for her to stroke me.
I went on with the story, describing how the man ran his fingers along the top of my knickers. How he slipped his fingers inside the elastic and stroked my tummy, then down my tummy to my mound.
“Will you show me?” she said.
I did what she asked and she could see how wet I was, my juice was soaking through my knickers.
She asked me if he took my pants off and I said, “Yes.”
She asked, " Shall I do that for you now?”.
"Yes please," I replied. She took my knickers down and I stepped out of them to stand naked in front of her. She reached out and gently touched my tummy. I groaned and spread my legs. I shivered, full of need.
I longed to have her touch me between the legs. I longed to have an orgasm. I wanted to ask her to stroke me but was too shy to do so.
“Please,” I begged.
“Of course,” she replied and reached out to me with her arms…….
To be continued…..
Day dreaming about a holiday I must have smiled to myself as I noticed a woman sitting on her own some way down the carriage smiling at me. That smile was infectious, soon we were grinning at each other. I noticed that she was very expensively dressed and had a beautiful leather briefcase.
The train arrived at the station and I lost sight of her in the crowd, I made my way to work and thought no more about it.
For the next few days I had breakfast meetings to attend so caught an earlier train and so it wasn’t until the following week that I caught the same one and saw her again. She waved when she saw me and beckoned me over. There was an empty seat next to her. She said to me, “You’ll be OK, the ticket inspector has been here and it will take him the rest of the journey to work through the other carriages.” She realised that I wasn’t about to pay a supplement to sit in First Class.
She said that she’d seen me on the train regularly for several months now and wondered what I did, why I was travelling to the city. “It’s a hobby of mine to imagine what people do, what makes them happy,” she said, “I was interested in you because I have often seen you smile and I promised myself that if I ever had the chance to talk to you that I would ask you why you were smiling.”
That made me laugh – we shared an interest in people watching. In that short journey – just twenty minutes – we swapped information about, jobs and careers, holidays and food likes. As the train arrived we agreed to chat the next time we met on the train.
“I’m Linda, by the way,” she said as we got up to leave. She put out her hand and I shook it. That was my first inkling about what was to come, a tiny shock like static electricity, tingled through my hand. “I’m Collette,” I replied.
For the next couple of weeks we met regularly to talk on the train and I got to know her – that she ran her own business, was happily married with no children, a little older than me. We found out that we shared a love of: beaches in winter, the aliens in ‘Men in Black’ and all of the film Love Actually; that we couldn’t stand pizza and politicians who ‘Twittered’; and that our favourite holiday destination was Madrid.
During this time we never touched, but I often wondered about that tingle.
Then one day she said, “I’m really early for a meeting, do you have time for a coffee?” I knew I wouldn’t be missed so I agreed and we went to the Starbucks at the station.
It was a little strange sitting on a comfortable chair, opposite her, being able to look into her eyes properly for the first time. It was here that I felt the first real stirrings and wondered if she was sharing that feeling. I had no idea and wasn’t about to screw things up by asking.
The hour flew by and we started to share more personal information about relationships, joking about the number of frogs we’d had to kiss before we’d found our Princes. We talked about the music that made us cry and skirted around the things that turned us on.
As we got up to leave she said to me, “I’ve really enjoyed this, we must do this again sometime, I feel like we are friends now.” With that she leaned across and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I was so surprised that all I could do was put my hand up to touch the spot where her lips had brushed my skin. I stuttered, “Bye,” as she walked off.
I spent the next few days revisiting that kiss, like you do with your tongue to a sore tooth. I was becoming obsessed, replaying it again and again. This also coincided with a very busy time at work and early starts, so I didn’t have the chance to see her again for two weeks.
I stood the platform waiting for the train as usual but this time as it pulled in slowly I saw her face at one of the doors. She waved at me and as I got to the door she thrust a ticket into my hand. “I couldn’t risk missing you, so I bought you an upgrade,” she said, smiling broadly. As we went to our seats she told me about what had happened and the idea she had. She’d been given a voucher, by a client, as a ‘thank you’ for achieving a difficult project; it was for tea for two at the Ritz and would I like to be her guest?
I’d never been there and so I accepted like a shot – it was on my ‘500 things to do before you die’ list. We looked at our diaries and set a date for the following week. All too quickly the journey was over and we went our separate ways, unlikely to see it each other until the tea.
I agonised over what to wear that day, tried on lots of different things and finally settled for a silk shirt and linen trousers. We met in the lobby. Linda seemed a bit nervous. She said, “I haven’t been quite honest with you, come with me and I’ll show you what I mean.” She led the way to the lift. I was intrigued and if I’m honest a bit scared.
We went up to the second floor and she opened the door to a large suite – a sitting room with two comfortable sofas and an adjoining bedroom with an ensuite bathroom. She stood by one of the large windows overlooking Green Park and turned to look at me.
She said, “I wanted to get to know you better, but wanted that to be in private so we could be ourselves. There are no strings attached to this, whatever you decide I will accept and not think any differently of you. You can go now or stay and have tea and take it from there.”
I was overwhelmed. I had a fantasy of being seduced by a woman but never in such beautiful and luxurious surroundings. If it was here I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.
I started to say something and Linda put up her hand, palm towards me. “Don’t say anything, just nod,” she said, “will you stay for tea?” When I nodded she let out a breath.
There was a discreet knock at the door and a uniformed young man wheeled in a trolley and laid up the table between the sofas with Darjeeling tea and slices of lemon, cucumber sandwiches and tiny scones to serve with strawberry jam and clotted cream.
We sat chatting as we sampled to sandwiches and the scones. It was very relaxed and I was enjoying it. The conversation ranged far and wide until Linda said, “I have something serious to ask you.”
I nodded and she asked, “Do you masturbate?”
I made some jokey response like, “All women do but it is the best kept secret in the world.”
“No, I’m serious, she said, “I’ve always wanted to know what turns other women on when they masturbate.”
“Will you tell me about your sexual fantasies?” she asked.
I said, "Yes."
She asked me to start so I told the story of having photos taken by an old man when I was still at school, that I often turned into a fantasy.
I explained about how I went to his studio and that the first thing he asked me to do was take off my shirt as it would show in the pictures.
Although I felt very uncomfortable with that I did as he asked. He gave me a piece of fabric to drape across my breasts.
As he took the pictures he kept coming over to arrange my long hair and would accidentally brush his fingers over my breasts. When he brushed my nipples they started to get hard. I felt very scared and that made me feel as though I was going to wet myself. He saw my arousal and played on it - touching my upper body, brushing against me.
Linda asked me to describe how my body felt while this was happening. I told her how I got a dull ache across my tummy; I started to get wet between my legs. I think I also started to blush across my neck and upper chest.
Just talking about it started to get me wet. It was a lovely feeling. She could see I was aroused.
“Will you show me what he what he did," she asked. I knew that I could bail out at any point, but this felt really safe, so I wanted to continue.
So I took off my shirt and pretended that my hands were his and stroked my breasts. It was amazing to have her watch me do this. She could see my arousal growing. Then she asked me to describe what my emotions were at the time. I talked about how humiliated I felt particularly because my body was reacting to his stimulation but I didn't want it to happen.
"This was rape" she said, “why did you get turned on?”
I replied, “I thought that I deserved the treatment I received because I needed to be punished for wanting sex. Submitting to his touching was also my way of buying approval, of getting to belong.”
It was wonderful to be able to tell her about this. I was so turned on and I think she could see that.
She asked me to carry on with the story and I did…
The guy told me that the best pictures would be of me naked, so I was to take my jeans off.
Linda could see I was shaking and said, “Shall I undo your zip for you?” I nodded.
I stood in front of her and she very gently unzipped my trousers and slid them down my legs. As she did so her fingers brushed the skin on my legs. That was so arousing, I moaned.
Once my trousers were off Linda just sat and looked at me. Finally I admitted to myself that I was hoping to seduce her - I was longing for her to stroke me.
I went on with the story, describing how the man ran his fingers along the top of my knickers. How he slipped his fingers inside the elastic and stroked my tummy, then down my tummy to my mound.
“Will you show me?” she said.
I did what she asked and she could see how wet I was, my juice was soaking through my knickers.
She asked me if he took my pants off and I said, “Yes.”
She asked, " Shall I do that for you now?”.
"Yes please," I replied. She took my knickers down and I stepped out of them to stand naked in front of her. She reached out and gently touched my tummy. I groaned and spread my legs. I shivered, full of need.
I longed to have her touch me between the legs. I longed to have an orgasm. I wanted to ask her to stroke me but was too shy to do so.
“Please,” I begged.
“Of course,” she replied and reached out to me with her arms…….
To be continued…..
Tuesday 14 July 2009
Sunday 12 July 2009
~M
I will call these my ~M fantasies – m for mmm as well as in homage to a mentor and guide.
~M has been the inspiration for my blog and my journey to find out who I am; the first person to point out that the records of my fantasies had value.
As well as that she has an uncanny quality –her email address appearing in my inbox triggers a vaginal spasm and I’m wet before I have even read the message. Even writing about reading her messages is getting me wet now..aaaarrgh…
So, many of my fantasies have been based on how I imagine it would be like to be controlled, seduced, persuaded, watched – by ~M. I’m a generous person so I have other people playing parts – but there is a woman in all of them – exerting or guiding some form of control – in some cases saving me from myself.
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The Book Club
I have been invited to join the book club. It’s a coup as there are lots of people who like to be in that club….
~M is the founder member and is really the person who drives it. The club meets at a different person’s home each month, to read and reflect on chosen stories and pieces of literature. Well, that’s what I have been told.
I turn up at the appointed time to ~M’s house. It is spacious and, although I know she has children, her sitting room is a haven of restfulness – large sofas surround an oak chest that acts as a low table. She has flowers arranged in vases – the design look is country chintz – floral linens and good quality natural fibre fabrics in creams, pale pinks and greens and lavender shades. There are double doors and windows running the width of the room that look out on to a large lawn that runs down to the shoreline. This evening the doors are propped open and a gentle breeze wafts through the room.
The club usually has eight or nine members that attend but tonight is my induction so ~M has only invited Carol to help her assess whether I would be an asset to the club. I love reading and I admire ~M so it seems an ideal thing to try for.
We sit down, ~M and Carol on one sofa and me facing them on another.
The sofas have high back so our shoulders are about level with the top of the cushions.
~M explains how the evening is organised, we have readings and reflection and then refreshments. She also mentions that the host chooses the story.
She says,
“We are branching out a little now and have decided to be quite risqué – so I have downloaded a short story from Literotica – it has three sections and each of us will read one section. Then we will each deliver a personal reflection on it. As I am the host I also get to do a critique on everyone’s reflection – this is also so we can learn how to express ourselves – and that is one of the objectives of the club. On the basis of how you perform tonight Carol and I will decide if you can join the club.”
She gets up to fetch the papers and as she comes back along the sofa she runs her fingers along Carol’s shoulder.
She hands out the sections of the story and we settle back. Carol starts… it is a story about a woman who is seduced into her first lesbian experience at a party.
Carol reads fluently and well. She pauses for effect and that increases the impact of the story. At the end of her section ~M asks her to comment on the quality of the writing and how it has made her feel. As she does this she brushes a lock of Carol’s hair off her face.
On the face of it these two actions – fingers on the shoulders and hair brushing are not overtly sexual but they hint at an intimacy that I would love to be a part of. Both have a profound effect on me.
Carol talks about the way the story is constructed, how the suspense builds and the techniques the author uses to build the tension. Then ~M asks her, “But what did it make you feel?”
Carol replies, “Well, it did make my nipples swell a bit and my pussy is tingling.”
It seems as though ~M is not really happy with Carol’s second response. She says, “You haven’t set a very good example for Collette to follow, you know.” She taps Carol’s knee with the flat of her hand.
Carol mutters something about it not being her kind of story. ~M replies, “Well you’ll have your choice next time and we’ll expect a better response from you.”
This worries me a little, but at least I know what level isn’t acceptable.
It is my turn to read and I think I do a fair job. It is a very hot story as far as I’m concerned, the images are very vivid and I’m aware of the effect it is having on me.
So time for reflection. I take a deep breath and go through the literary conventions the author uses to differentiate between the characters, how she makes the dialogue come alive and how she builds the sexual tension.
Then I say, “And how did it make me feel?”
It was as though a button had been pressed…..
I describe my arousal – “It really turned me on; I’m really wet now; my clit is swollen, my vagina is beginning to spasm; I’m beginning to get little shudders; my nipples are fully erect; my breasts are aching.”
~M and Carol have exchanged glances while I have been babbling on, I’m concerned that I have gone too far.
“That’s good, Collette,” ~M says.
Then she continues, “But I sense you are looking for something else, what do you want from this?”
I’m so relieved that she hasn’t disapproved of my reflection that I don’t even think about my reply – I blurt out,
“I want to be Alison in the story;
I want to be seduced;
I so want to be part of this club;
I want you to stroke me like you do Carol….
And then I stop, horrified at what I have just blurted out.
~M smiles, enigmatically.
She extends her arms and says, “Come here.”
I’m shaking so hard that I can hardly stand up. I’m so relived that I have not been rejected; I have a massive spasm because I am so aroused; I move around the table still shuddering. I stand in front of her and she gestures for me to lift my skirt.
“Show us just how excited you are,“ she says.
I do as instructed. I lift my skirt to reveal a white lacy thong that is soaked with my juice.
~M says, “We can’t see how swollen you are, take off your knickers.”
I push my thong down to my ankles and step out of it, I put the soaked thong on the table, and then I pull my skirt up again.
~M leans towards me and blows gently on my clit that is peeping out from between my labia as it is so engorged……
At that point in the story I have a massive orgasm and squirt onto the sheet ,
– that’s right I didn’t even get to the end of the fantasy before cumming.
~M has been the inspiration for my blog and my journey to find out who I am; the first person to point out that the records of my fantasies had value.
As well as that she has an uncanny quality –her email address appearing in my inbox triggers a vaginal spasm and I’m wet before I have even read the message. Even writing about reading her messages is getting me wet now..aaaarrgh…
So, many of my fantasies have been based on how I imagine it would be like to be controlled, seduced, persuaded, watched – by ~M. I’m a generous person so I have other people playing parts – but there is a woman in all of them – exerting or guiding some form of control – in some cases saving me from myself.
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The Book Club
I have been invited to join the book club. It’s a coup as there are lots of people who like to be in that club….
~M is the founder member and is really the person who drives it. The club meets at a different person’s home each month, to read and reflect on chosen stories and pieces of literature. Well, that’s what I have been told.
I turn up at the appointed time to ~M’s house. It is spacious and, although I know she has children, her sitting room is a haven of restfulness – large sofas surround an oak chest that acts as a low table. She has flowers arranged in vases – the design look is country chintz – floral linens and good quality natural fibre fabrics in creams, pale pinks and greens and lavender shades. There are double doors and windows running the width of the room that look out on to a large lawn that runs down to the shoreline. This evening the doors are propped open and a gentle breeze wafts through the room.
The club usually has eight or nine members that attend but tonight is my induction so ~M has only invited Carol to help her assess whether I would be an asset to the club. I love reading and I admire ~M so it seems an ideal thing to try for.
We sit down, ~M and Carol on one sofa and me facing them on another.
The sofas have high back so our shoulders are about level with the top of the cushions.
~M explains how the evening is organised, we have readings and reflection and then refreshments. She also mentions that the host chooses the story.
She says,
“We are branching out a little now and have decided to be quite risqué – so I have downloaded a short story from Literotica – it has three sections and each of us will read one section. Then we will each deliver a personal reflection on it. As I am the host I also get to do a critique on everyone’s reflection – this is also so we can learn how to express ourselves – and that is one of the objectives of the club. On the basis of how you perform tonight Carol and I will decide if you can join the club.”
She gets up to fetch the papers and as she comes back along the sofa she runs her fingers along Carol’s shoulder.
She hands out the sections of the story and we settle back. Carol starts… it is a story about a woman who is seduced into her first lesbian experience at a party.
Carol reads fluently and well. She pauses for effect and that increases the impact of the story. At the end of her section ~M asks her to comment on the quality of the writing and how it has made her feel. As she does this she brushes a lock of Carol’s hair off her face.
On the face of it these two actions – fingers on the shoulders and hair brushing are not overtly sexual but they hint at an intimacy that I would love to be a part of. Both have a profound effect on me.
Carol talks about the way the story is constructed, how the suspense builds and the techniques the author uses to build the tension. Then ~M asks her, “But what did it make you feel?”
Carol replies, “Well, it did make my nipples swell a bit and my pussy is tingling.”
It seems as though ~M is not really happy with Carol’s second response. She says, “You haven’t set a very good example for Collette to follow, you know.” She taps Carol’s knee with the flat of her hand.
Carol mutters something about it not being her kind of story. ~M replies, “Well you’ll have your choice next time and we’ll expect a better response from you.”
This worries me a little, but at least I know what level isn’t acceptable.
It is my turn to read and I think I do a fair job. It is a very hot story as far as I’m concerned, the images are very vivid and I’m aware of the effect it is having on me.
So time for reflection. I take a deep breath and go through the literary conventions the author uses to differentiate between the characters, how she makes the dialogue come alive and how she builds the sexual tension.
Then I say, “And how did it make me feel?”
It was as though a button had been pressed…..
I describe my arousal – “It really turned me on; I’m really wet now; my clit is swollen, my vagina is beginning to spasm; I’m beginning to get little shudders; my nipples are fully erect; my breasts are aching.”
~M and Carol have exchanged glances while I have been babbling on, I’m concerned that I have gone too far.
“That’s good, Collette,” ~M says.
Then she continues, “But I sense you are looking for something else, what do you want from this?”
I’m so relieved that she hasn’t disapproved of my reflection that I don’t even think about my reply – I blurt out,
“I want to be Alison in the story;
I want to be seduced;
I so want to be part of this club;
I want you to stroke me like you do Carol….
And then I stop, horrified at what I have just blurted out.
~M smiles, enigmatically.
She extends her arms and says, “Come here.”
I’m shaking so hard that I can hardly stand up. I’m so relived that I have not been rejected; I have a massive spasm because I am so aroused; I move around the table still shuddering. I stand in front of her and she gestures for me to lift my skirt.
“Show us just how excited you are,“ she says.
I do as instructed. I lift my skirt to reveal a white lacy thong that is soaked with my juice.
~M says, “We can’t see how swollen you are, take off your knickers.”
I push my thong down to my ankles and step out of it, I put the soaked thong on the table, and then I pull my skirt up again.
~M leans towards me and blows gently on my clit that is peeping out from between my labia as it is so engorged……
At that point in the story I have a massive orgasm and squirt onto the sheet ,
– that’s right I didn’t even get to the end of the fantasy before cumming.
My first experience with a hidden camera…
We had agreed I would take a hidden camera with me in my handbag. This meant that Bob would be able to see me in all aspects of my life.
I loved the idea of this as it meant I would be being watched when I wasn’t aware of it – although potentially I could be being watched all the time. Just the idea of this turned me on and so on that first day I was already fairly aroused before I even got going.
We planned that I would go shopping in the normal way. I needed some new underwear as Bob liked the wear-n-tear variety – the sort to removed with teeth – the disadvantage being it didn’t last long…..
A new branch of Contessa had opened locally and I made it my first stop. It’s an amazing place but the shop assistants can be a bit intimidating and stuck up. I have always had a theory about women who fit bras….. today might be the day that I got to test that theory.
It turned out to be promisng from the start as the shop was quiet and the older assistant was the one to usher me into the fitting room, once I had made a few initial selections.
She took charge immediately. She said, “Try this bra on for size, I will them measure you and sort out the fitting that will suit you best. Will you be wanting to buy sets? We have knickers that go with that bra.”
I put the handbag on a chair next to the mirror, angled so the picture would include most of what went on.
The assistant stood back as I removed my old bra and put on the new one. It was strange to be watched by another woman, who paid particular attention to my breasts. It was also arousing, more so since I knew Bob would be watching this.
Once I got the shoulder straps in place the assistant came over. She said, “I need to check the fit and I will do that by settling each breast into the cup.” With that she put a hand into the bra and cupped one of my breasts. She had very soft skin and touched me very gently. She brushed my nipple, whether by design or accident I don’t know, but the effect was immediate. That nipple hardened.
She made eye contact and raised an eyebrow, I blushed. “That seems to fit quite nicely, but I will need to take measurements – so why don’t you slip that off,” she said.
I did that and stood facing the mirror, now naked to the waist. She came and stood behind me – so she was looking into my eyes via the mirror. For some reason I found that a turn on and had a ‘nervous – lick my lips – moment’ – her eyes seemed a bit hypnotic and I found myself repeating the lip licking as she held eye contact.
I had my arms crossed in front of my breasts and she said, “I need to take your base chest measurement so you’ll have to hold out your arms.”
I put my arms out as instructed and she leaned round me to put the tape measure in place just below my breasts, as she did this the back of her hands brushed each nipple. Knowing that Bob was watching this ramped the whole thing up and I couldn’t control a shudder as this happened. By this time my nipples were as big as I’ve ever seen them and my breasts were aching.
After she wrote down that measurement she explained that she needed to do the same but across my breasts to work out the correct cup size. This time her fingers actually caressed my nipples whilst moving tape into place across them.
I gave another shudder and felt the effects lower down as a vaginal spasm drove some juice through my knickers onto my inner thighs.
The assistant did not react to any of this round of changes to my body, though she seemed to be doing a thorough job of measuring me.
She had several bras and selected one, “This will fit beautifully, try it on now,” she said.
She was right, it was lovely. I looked at myself in the mirror and she came to stand behind me again. “Now, what about the knickers – would you like to try those?” she asked. I nodded and she said, “Better slip that skirt off and I’ll find the matching pair.”
I knew this was make or break time, the wet patch in my knickers would be all too apparent. Was this the moment to test my theory? I couldn’t wimp out now as Bob would be watching. “So here goes,” I thought as I unzipped my skirt and put it on the chair next to my bag.
I glanced into the mirror and sure enough there was a wet patch that had spread up to the point where my pussy goes vertical – the mound. She wasn’t going to miss that.
So there I was, nipples hard, breasts engorged and clearly fully aroused, standing in front of the mirror. The assistant turned back from sorting through pairs of knickers, with one pair in her hand. In the mirror I saw her eyes pan down my body to take in the wet patch and she licked her lips.
Before I could say anything she sank to her knees and turned me through 90 degrees to face her, so we were in profile to the mirror. Hr face was level with my mound and she reached up to gently scratch it briefly with a fingernail. I groaned as she traced the wet patch with her nail and then found the gap between my labia. She pushed one finger into the gap and ran it up and down its entire length making the fabric wick up more of my juice.
As her finger ran over the tip of my clit I had a massive shudder that make my breasts shake.
“Well,” she said, “what are we going to do about this – I can’t possibly let you try on our knickers when you are so wet.”
I assumed that was a rhetorical question, she was fully in control of what happened to me – I was so aroused I’d probably have done anything she told me.
She started to pull down my knickers, I spread my legs to let that happen and looked at myself in the mirror. I could clearly see my clit protruding beyond my labia silhouetted against the light.
I watched as she drew me towards her, her tongue came out to meet my clit and then I saw it disappear into her mouth. The sensation of her gently sucking it was nearly lost in the reaction it triggered….. vaginal spasm, all-over body shudder and a load groan. She pulled me harder into her face as she started to fuck me with her tongue. I could hear the noises made, slurping and squelching – I was so wet. I wanted this so much that I arched towards her and….. held her head with my hands. I couldn't help myself thrusting in time with her tongue.
The noises I was making were getting louder and more inarticulate. The tension was building and I could feel the spasms getting closer together. It was so good that I never wanted it to stop but I was too aroused for it to continue much longer – I arched even further back and my leg muscles tensed, this pressure created another spasm that took me over the edge. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, I grunted as each shudder became stronger and then my knees buckled as I squirted into her mouth. There was juice everywhere, all over her face, down my legs, on the floor. She lowered me to the floor and carried on, her mouth on my clit and her fist up my vagina. She quickly found my G-spot and gave me an incredible vaginal orgasm. This time I bucked and thrust my hips and screamed.
Neither of us had heard the door open and it was probably five minutes before either of us realised the shop manager was watching from the doorway.
“Well done, Miss Jones, its good to see you are giving added value in your customer service.”
I will probably make that my shop of choice for underwear in future.
I loved the idea of this as it meant I would be being watched when I wasn’t aware of it – although potentially I could be being watched all the time. Just the idea of this turned me on and so on that first day I was already fairly aroused before I even got going.
We planned that I would go shopping in the normal way. I needed some new underwear as Bob liked the wear-n-tear variety – the sort to removed with teeth – the disadvantage being it didn’t last long…..
A new branch of Contessa had opened locally and I made it my first stop. It’s an amazing place but the shop assistants can be a bit intimidating and stuck up. I have always had a theory about women who fit bras….. today might be the day that I got to test that theory.
It turned out to be promisng from the start as the shop was quiet and the older assistant was the one to usher me into the fitting room, once I had made a few initial selections.
She took charge immediately. She said, “Try this bra on for size, I will them measure you and sort out the fitting that will suit you best. Will you be wanting to buy sets? We have knickers that go with that bra.”
I put the handbag on a chair next to the mirror, angled so the picture would include most of what went on.
The assistant stood back as I removed my old bra and put on the new one. It was strange to be watched by another woman, who paid particular attention to my breasts. It was also arousing, more so since I knew Bob would be watching this.
Once I got the shoulder straps in place the assistant came over. She said, “I need to check the fit and I will do that by settling each breast into the cup.” With that she put a hand into the bra and cupped one of my breasts. She had very soft skin and touched me very gently. She brushed my nipple, whether by design or accident I don’t know, but the effect was immediate. That nipple hardened.
She made eye contact and raised an eyebrow, I blushed. “That seems to fit quite nicely, but I will need to take measurements – so why don’t you slip that off,” she said.
I did that and stood facing the mirror, now naked to the waist. She came and stood behind me – so she was looking into my eyes via the mirror. For some reason I found that a turn on and had a ‘nervous – lick my lips – moment’ – her eyes seemed a bit hypnotic and I found myself repeating the lip licking as she held eye contact.
I had my arms crossed in front of my breasts and she said, “I need to take your base chest measurement so you’ll have to hold out your arms.”
I put my arms out as instructed and she leaned round me to put the tape measure in place just below my breasts, as she did this the back of her hands brushed each nipple. Knowing that Bob was watching this ramped the whole thing up and I couldn’t control a shudder as this happened. By this time my nipples were as big as I’ve ever seen them and my breasts were aching.
After she wrote down that measurement she explained that she needed to do the same but across my breasts to work out the correct cup size. This time her fingers actually caressed my nipples whilst moving tape into place across them.
I gave another shudder and felt the effects lower down as a vaginal spasm drove some juice through my knickers onto my inner thighs.
The assistant did not react to any of this round of changes to my body, though she seemed to be doing a thorough job of measuring me.
She had several bras and selected one, “This will fit beautifully, try it on now,” she said.
She was right, it was lovely. I looked at myself in the mirror and she came to stand behind me again. “Now, what about the knickers – would you like to try those?” she asked. I nodded and she said, “Better slip that skirt off and I’ll find the matching pair.”
I knew this was make or break time, the wet patch in my knickers would be all too apparent. Was this the moment to test my theory? I couldn’t wimp out now as Bob would be watching. “So here goes,” I thought as I unzipped my skirt and put it on the chair next to my bag.
I glanced into the mirror and sure enough there was a wet patch that had spread up to the point where my pussy goes vertical – the mound. She wasn’t going to miss that.
So there I was, nipples hard, breasts engorged and clearly fully aroused, standing in front of the mirror. The assistant turned back from sorting through pairs of knickers, with one pair in her hand. In the mirror I saw her eyes pan down my body to take in the wet patch and she licked her lips.
Before I could say anything she sank to her knees and turned me through 90 degrees to face her, so we were in profile to the mirror. Hr face was level with my mound and she reached up to gently scratch it briefly with a fingernail. I groaned as she traced the wet patch with her nail and then found the gap between my labia. She pushed one finger into the gap and ran it up and down its entire length making the fabric wick up more of my juice.
As her finger ran over the tip of my clit I had a massive shudder that make my breasts shake.
“Well,” she said, “what are we going to do about this – I can’t possibly let you try on our knickers when you are so wet.”
I assumed that was a rhetorical question, she was fully in control of what happened to me – I was so aroused I’d probably have done anything she told me.
She started to pull down my knickers, I spread my legs to let that happen and looked at myself in the mirror. I could clearly see my clit protruding beyond my labia silhouetted against the light.
I watched as she drew me towards her, her tongue came out to meet my clit and then I saw it disappear into her mouth. The sensation of her gently sucking it was nearly lost in the reaction it triggered….. vaginal spasm, all-over body shudder and a load groan. She pulled me harder into her face as she started to fuck me with her tongue. I could hear the noises made, slurping and squelching – I was so wet. I wanted this so much that I arched towards her and….. held her head with my hands. I couldn't help myself thrusting in time with her tongue.
The noises I was making were getting louder and more inarticulate. The tension was building and I could feel the spasms getting closer together. It was so good that I never wanted it to stop but I was too aroused for it to continue much longer – I arched even further back and my leg muscles tensed, this pressure created another spasm that took me over the edge. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract, I grunted as each shudder became stronger and then my knees buckled as I squirted into her mouth. There was juice everywhere, all over her face, down my legs, on the floor. She lowered me to the floor and carried on, her mouth on my clit and her fist up my vagina. She quickly found my G-spot and gave me an incredible vaginal orgasm. This time I bucked and thrust my hips and screamed.
Neither of us had heard the door open and it was probably five minutes before either of us realised the shop manager was watching from the doorway.
“Well done, Miss Jones, its good to see you are giving added value in your customer service.”
I will probably make that my shop of choice for underwear in future.
Saturday 11 July 2009
What could happen in sharing a taxi……
I was waiting in the queue for a taxi and an older woman came over to me and asked if I wanted to share hers. We were going to destinations near each other and I accepted as there have been stories of lone women being kidnapped by unscrupulous taxi drivers.
I put my handbag on the pull down seat and settled back onto the comfortable seat to face forward, next to my companion. We exchanged chitchat and I told her that I was working towards being creative – in textiles or design. She commented on the skirt I was wearing and leaned forward to feel the fabric.
“It is so soft and silky – I bet it feels great against the skin,” she said and as she did so she pinched a small fold of the fabric and rubbed it against her inner arm. As she let go of the fabric her hand brushed against the knee that had been exposed by the movement of the skirt.
My body’s reaction was instantaneous – my nipples hardened and stuck out through my shirt. This wasn’t surprising really as I knew Bob would be watching via the camera in my bag and as my nipples reacted I looked up to see if the taxi driver had noticed anything. In the mirror I saw him looking back at me and he winked – so he was watching as well – this made me feel really hot.
My companion looked at my nipples and then back to my legs. She said, “This fabric only works if you don’t shave your legs – do you?”
In reply, I shook my head. She leaned forward again and ran one hand up my calf to the knee. When I didn’t move away she carried on up my inner thigh, “Mmm,” she said, “your legs are really smooth.”
She pushed the fabric all the way up to my waist and ran her fingers up and down my inner thighs. It felt amazing. She gently pushed me back into the seat and held my face in her hands. She traced a finger along my upper lip and then across the lower one. “Lick your lips,” she said. As I did so she slipped a finger into my mouth and my instinctive reaction was to suck it. I don’t know why it happens but my vagina reacted to that sensation with a massive contraction – so much so that it made my upper body move.
She took her now wet finger and ran it over one of my already hard nipples. I groaned and put my head back. As I did so I made eye contact with the driver again. This time he licked his lips. I though of Bob doing that and got more turned on.
My companion then pulled up my shirt to see what impact her actions were having on my breasts. They were all goosepimply with arousal and she leaned down and took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently. That made me moan louder – it was delicious.
At this point I had given control to my companion - she could feel and hear me getting more excited and so must have realised that I was the submissive and willing partner. She moved her attention to my legs and pressed one hand against my mound, “Open your legs wider,” she ordered. They responded of their own volition. “Good,” she said as she pulled my knickers down. I arched my bum away from the seat so she could do this and as I did so my body shuddered in anticipation.
She brushed fingertips against my labia and slipped a finger into my slit to feel my clit. She nodded as she found it was already hard and wet.
She said to me, “You want it, don’t you?” When I nodded my reply she said, “After me…… you have give me an orgasm first.”
She pushed me off the seat so that I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, my back to the camera and the driver’s gaze. My skirt was tucked up around my waist so I was naked from there on down.
She pulled up her skirt to reveal a neat Brazilian barely covered by a lacy thong. She pulled the lace to one side and opened her legs fully – I could see her clit was fully erect, the pink tip protruding from a darker hood. Bob would be having a good view of this as well – I wondered if he was comparing us.
She grasped my head and pulled me towards her. To reach her I had to come up on all fours giving those watching a very clear view of my secret places. Bob had never photographed me so the view he was getting now would be a first –the camera has a powerful lens so for all I knew my clit or vagina could be filling the screen. That was a massive turn on for me – I had a shudder that would have been only too visible, I could feel my juice flooding out and wicking its way across my skin.
As my head was thrust into my companion’s lap I felt her clit press on my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck gently. She responded by thrusting strongly against me. “Put your tongue in my vagina,” she ordered and as I did so she increased the pace and depth of the thrusts and held my head firmly so my tongue would penetrate to its full depth and she could grind her clit against my face. I could hear her groans and feel her vagina getting engorged. Gradually the taste and viscosity of her juice changed as she approached her orgasm.
What I wasn’t really aware of was that my body was showing changes of its own. My vagina and all the skin around it had gone darker as blood filled all the vessels near the surface, my clit was really hard and stuck up clear of my outer labia and from time to time the vaginal and urethral muscles would spasm to cause both to open wider.
The taxi driver had abandoned driving and was watching both of us avidly. Finally he decided that being a spectator wasn’t enough and he opened a door to slide in to sit on the floor beside me. This meant he could reach to touch me but also be able to see at close hand what was happening to me.
The first I knew of this was a breeze across my vulva and my breasts being stroked. I could do nothing about this as I was clamped in place on my companion’s pussy and she was riding me to her orgasm.
Suddenly all hell broke loose as she orgasmed – shuddering, squealing and juice everywhere. I sucked and licked – it was so sweet. But the driver’s actions were making themselves felt and were adding to my arousal. He moved back, reached between my legs, gently took my clit between his finger and thumb and started to roll it.
That was it – I was gone. The ripples started in my vagina and spread out like those in a pond – forwards to my clit and backwards to my anus. The muscle spasms forced the juice out in spurts as my vagina and urethra opened and closed. The taxi driver jerked back in surprise as he got showered – juice landed on his shoulder as well my handbag.
“That was a better tip than I was expecting,” he said to me as we reached my destination. He handed me my handbag, not realising that the whole journey was on record….
My companion winked at me, from behind his shoulder; she, Bob and I make a great team.
I put my handbag on the pull down seat and settled back onto the comfortable seat to face forward, next to my companion. We exchanged chitchat and I told her that I was working towards being creative – in textiles or design. She commented on the skirt I was wearing and leaned forward to feel the fabric.
“It is so soft and silky – I bet it feels great against the skin,” she said and as she did so she pinched a small fold of the fabric and rubbed it against her inner arm. As she let go of the fabric her hand brushed against the knee that had been exposed by the movement of the skirt.
My body’s reaction was instantaneous – my nipples hardened and stuck out through my shirt. This wasn’t surprising really as I knew Bob would be watching via the camera in my bag and as my nipples reacted I looked up to see if the taxi driver had noticed anything. In the mirror I saw him looking back at me and he winked – so he was watching as well – this made me feel really hot.
My companion looked at my nipples and then back to my legs. She said, “This fabric only works if you don’t shave your legs – do you?”
In reply, I shook my head. She leaned forward again and ran one hand up my calf to the knee. When I didn’t move away she carried on up my inner thigh, “Mmm,” she said, “your legs are really smooth.”
She pushed the fabric all the way up to my waist and ran her fingers up and down my inner thighs. It felt amazing. She gently pushed me back into the seat and held my face in her hands. She traced a finger along my upper lip and then across the lower one. “Lick your lips,” she said. As I did so she slipped a finger into my mouth and my instinctive reaction was to suck it. I don’t know why it happens but my vagina reacted to that sensation with a massive contraction – so much so that it made my upper body move.
She took her now wet finger and ran it over one of my already hard nipples. I groaned and put my head back. As I did so I made eye contact with the driver again. This time he licked his lips. I though of Bob doing that and got more turned on.
My companion then pulled up my shirt to see what impact her actions were having on my breasts. They were all goosepimply with arousal and she leaned down and took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently. That made me moan louder – it was delicious.
At this point I had given control to my companion - she could feel and hear me getting more excited and so must have realised that I was the submissive and willing partner. She moved her attention to my legs and pressed one hand against my mound, “Open your legs wider,” she ordered. They responded of their own volition. “Good,” she said as she pulled my knickers down. I arched my bum away from the seat so she could do this and as I did so my body shuddered in anticipation.
She brushed fingertips against my labia and slipped a finger into my slit to feel my clit. She nodded as she found it was already hard and wet.
She said to me, “You want it, don’t you?” When I nodded my reply she said, “After me…… you have give me an orgasm first.”
She pushed me off the seat so that I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, my back to the camera and the driver’s gaze. My skirt was tucked up around my waist so I was naked from there on down.
She pulled up her skirt to reveal a neat Brazilian barely covered by a lacy thong. She pulled the lace to one side and opened her legs fully – I could see her clit was fully erect, the pink tip protruding from a darker hood. Bob would be having a good view of this as well – I wondered if he was comparing us.
She grasped my head and pulled me towards her. To reach her I had to come up on all fours giving those watching a very clear view of my secret places. Bob had never photographed me so the view he was getting now would be a first –the camera has a powerful lens so for all I knew my clit or vagina could be filling the screen. That was a massive turn on for me – I had a shudder that would have been only too visible, I could feel my juice flooding out and wicking its way across my skin.
As my head was thrust into my companion’s lap I felt her clit press on my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck gently. She responded by thrusting strongly against me. “Put your tongue in my vagina,” she ordered and as I did so she increased the pace and depth of the thrusts and held my head firmly so my tongue would penetrate to its full depth and she could grind her clit against my face. I could hear her groans and feel her vagina getting engorged. Gradually the taste and viscosity of her juice changed as she approached her orgasm.
What I wasn’t really aware of was that my body was showing changes of its own. My vagina and all the skin around it had gone darker as blood filled all the vessels near the surface, my clit was really hard and stuck up clear of my outer labia and from time to time the vaginal and urethral muscles would spasm to cause both to open wider.
The taxi driver had abandoned driving and was watching both of us avidly. Finally he decided that being a spectator wasn’t enough and he opened a door to slide in to sit on the floor beside me. This meant he could reach to touch me but also be able to see at close hand what was happening to me.
The first I knew of this was a breeze across my vulva and my breasts being stroked. I could do nothing about this as I was clamped in place on my companion’s pussy and she was riding me to her orgasm.
Suddenly all hell broke loose as she orgasmed – shuddering, squealing and juice everywhere. I sucked and licked – it was so sweet. But the driver’s actions were making themselves felt and were adding to my arousal. He moved back, reached between my legs, gently took my clit between his finger and thumb and started to roll it.
That was it – I was gone. The ripples started in my vagina and spread out like those in a pond – forwards to my clit and backwards to my anus. The muscle spasms forced the juice out in spurts as my vagina and urethra opened and closed. The taxi driver jerked back in surprise as he got showered – juice landed on his shoulder as well my handbag.
“That was a better tip than I was expecting,” he said to me as we reached my destination. He handed me my handbag, not realising that the whole journey was on record….
My companion winked at me, from behind his shoulder; she, Bob and I make a great team.
Wednesday 8 July 2009
Another idea from Bob
By the lake…
We’d agreed to meet at the lake to watch the 4th of July fireworks but Bob had a special request – that I start without him and he would be watching but from where I wouldn’t be able to see him - only a short distance away – to protect me.
I might be weird but I have to confess that I find the idea of being watched and not knowing really hot.
We have a special place we often go to – secluded but at the shoreline. Here the grass is short but thick and lush – great for putting the rug on.
I was to strip off and play with myself until Bob joined in. To raise the anticipation Bob suggested that I keep my eyes closed and he wouldn’t say anything – just like being strangers. I knew I could trust him, ‘cos Bob is a reliable kind of a guy.
The fireworks were due to start at 9 pm – as dusk was falling – so I arrived at our place at 7 pm. Bob had already been there as the rug was laid out and the white wine was cooling in the ice bucket. ‘What a sweetie,’ he’d splashed out and bought some imported Chablis – my favourite.
I looked around but couldn’t see him – but I knew he wouldn’t be far away.
I knelt on the rug and started to caress my breasts – I knew Bob would really enjoy that. I got an ice cube from the wine cooler and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. This made them really stand out – it felt great as though there was a string from each nipple to my pussy and as I applied the ice it pulled the strings. I ran the cube around my areolas until they puckered and the whole area tingled. It felt amazing and was really turning me on.
I pulled my shirt over my head – I knew Bob would love this as it makes my breasts look even bigger. The ice really firmed them up and they were really sensitive. There was a slight breeze blowing and this caressed my breasts – making me even hornier.
I wanted to tear off the rest of my clothes but I’d promised Bob a show so instead I worked my short skirt up my thighs so my knickers were visible. I spread my thighs so the crotch of my knickers could be seen and Bob would have a good view.
At that point I heard a rustling in the bushes and I thought Bob might be changing position to get a better view. I hoped he was on the lookout for poison ivy as I assumed he would be stroking his big cock by now.
Yumm, that was a lovely thought that was getting me even hotter – and wet – I could feel the juice starting to soak though my knickers and knew there would be a damp patch visible.
I started to scratch a couple of fingernails across the damp patch and it quickly became soaking as my clit started to react to the stimulation. I sucked my fingers – I tasted so sweet. I couldn’t help groaning at this point. I was imagining Bob doing this to me and pictured him slipping his length up me.
I was beginning to get seriously aroused and starting to wonder when Bob was going to join me when I heard quite a loud rustle.
I couldn’t wait, I was so hot and wet….
Things started very gently – I felt air being blown on the back of my neck and down my spine – it was unbelievably arousing and it made me shudder all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt a tongue running up where the air had been blown – this made me arch my back and shudder again. The tongue traced a wet path across my shoulders and down my front – across one breast and down to my waist. The front of my skirt was unbuttoned and the fabric pulled away. Air was blown between my legs and that started such a huge shudder that I lost my balance and sat back. I felt my knickers being pulled down and air blown on my clit – that was so fantastic that I started to convulse – the beginning of my orgasm.
Then it got even better as I felt the tongue tip tickling my tummy and working its way to my slit. I arched up against it and reached heaven as it slipped between my lips, swirled around my clit and dipped into my vagina. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go.
I was nearly at orgasm and begging to be fucked.
“All in good time,” I heard a woman’s voice say. Shocked, I opened my eyes. I hadn’t recognised the voice but immediately knew the face – it was Ellen, Bob’s boss’ wife. She looked up at me from between my legs, gave my clit another kiss and said, ”You looked good enough to eat when we saw you in the restaurant and I’ve been nagging Jim to arrange a get together ever since that night.” She added, “You taste as good as you look – I want to give you an orgasm with my tongue but I wanted you to know it was me.”
I looked beyond her and sure enough there were Bob and Jim, both smiling broadly, dicks at attention.
I could see Ellen had been enjoying being watched as she sucked me – her thighs were wet with her juice and I could see her clit peeping out of her neatly trimmed pussy. She took my hand and put it between her legs and said, “Shall we cum while the boys watch?” As I slid all four fingers up Ellen’s vagina I looked across at Bob. He grinned and winked back, “Go for it,” he said.
I know Bob loves to see me on all fours – he says it gives him a great view of my vagina when I cum – it also means he can see me squirt. So I moved over Ellen and spread my legs so that my knees were level with her ears, as I lowered my face to her pussy I arched my back and this pushed my clit out. She lifted her face to suck it.
Jim whistled and commented, “You were right Bob, what a fantastic view.”
Bob and Jim didn’t have long to wait. Ellen had done such a good job that I started to orgasm almost immediately. Jim hadn’t seen anything like this before and couldn’t stop himself giving a commentary…”Would you look at that.. I can see her vagina opening and closing, I can see the ripples the muscles are making, look at her go – she’s squirting!”
By this point I was bucking and thrusting into Ellen’s face and squealing with passion as I had an earth shattering first orgasm.
It had all been too much for Jim and I felt his cum spatter onto my back. I could see as I looked around that Bob was made of sterner stuff but there was pre-cum all over his fingers – showing he wasn’t that far off.
I wanted to see if I could make Ellen squirt so moved next to her, lifted her knees and then spread her legs as far as they would go. I took her clit in my mouth and started to finger fuck her. She was nearly ready from the good sucking I had been giving her. With my fingers I could feel her orgasm starting to build.
Jim was in seventh heaven as he had a really good view of Ellen’s pussy – he started to encourage her, “Oh yes, darling; let me see your pussy, push up for me, I can see it working, com’on, sweetie,” She began to arch up against my fingers that were thrusting deeply into her vagina. Her muscles were starting to ripple and I could feel her vaginal walls starting to swell against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and alternately nibbled and pinched her clit instead. This drove her even further towards meltdown. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed “I’m cumming,” everything shuddered and I heard Jim shout, “You are squirting, come on girl; shit - I’m ready for you again.”
At this point it was only Bob who hadn’t cum, I could hear him moaning softly as he stroked his prick. I backed towards him on all fours and pushed myself at him – I know he loves this as he says he can get his cock in really deeply. There was so much pre-cum and juice that it slid it to the hilt in one smooth move. Bob groaned loudly and he started to thrust, gently at first and then more strongly – as he pulled out nearly all the way and then rammed it back in so far that his balls slapped against me. It was fantastic – he was so turned on that his dick completely filled me and I could feel the head pushing past my cervix. As it went in and out the head brushed my G-spot and that set me off. Another orgasm started and my muscle contractions did for Bob, who yelled, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming.”
We collapsed onto the rug just in time to see Jim and Ellen cumming as well, as the rockets painted their pictures in the sky.
This was a fourth of July to remember……
We’d agreed to meet at the lake to watch the 4th of July fireworks but Bob had a special request – that I start without him and he would be watching but from where I wouldn’t be able to see him - only a short distance away – to protect me.
I might be weird but I have to confess that I find the idea of being watched and not knowing really hot.
We have a special place we often go to – secluded but at the shoreline. Here the grass is short but thick and lush – great for putting the rug on.
I was to strip off and play with myself until Bob joined in. To raise the anticipation Bob suggested that I keep my eyes closed and he wouldn’t say anything – just like being strangers. I knew I could trust him, ‘cos Bob is a reliable kind of a guy.
The fireworks were due to start at 9 pm – as dusk was falling – so I arrived at our place at 7 pm. Bob had already been there as the rug was laid out and the white wine was cooling in the ice bucket. ‘What a sweetie,’ he’d splashed out and bought some imported Chablis – my favourite.
I looked around but couldn’t see him – but I knew he wouldn’t be far away.
I knelt on the rug and started to caress my breasts – I knew Bob would really enjoy that. I got an ice cube from the wine cooler and rubbed my nipples through my shirt. This made them really stand out – it felt great as though there was a string from each nipple to my pussy and as I applied the ice it pulled the strings. I ran the cube around my areolas until they puckered and the whole area tingled. It felt amazing and was really turning me on.
I pulled my shirt over my head – I knew Bob would love this as it makes my breasts look even bigger. The ice really firmed them up and they were really sensitive. There was a slight breeze blowing and this caressed my breasts – making me even hornier.
I wanted to tear off the rest of my clothes but I’d promised Bob a show so instead I worked my short skirt up my thighs so my knickers were visible. I spread my thighs so the crotch of my knickers could be seen and Bob would have a good view.
At that point I heard a rustling in the bushes and I thought Bob might be changing position to get a better view. I hoped he was on the lookout for poison ivy as I assumed he would be stroking his big cock by now.
Yumm, that was a lovely thought that was getting me even hotter – and wet – I could feel the juice starting to soak though my knickers and knew there would be a damp patch visible.
I started to scratch a couple of fingernails across the damp patch and it quickly became soaking as my clit started to react to the stimulation. I sucked my fingers – I tasted so sweet. I couldn’t help groaning at this point. I was imagining Bob doing this to me and pictured him slipping his length up me.
I was beginning to get seriously aroused and starting to wonder when Bob was going to join me when I heard quite a loud rustle.
I couldn’t wait, I was so hot and wet….
Things started very gently – I felt air being blown on the back of my neck and down my spine – it was unbelievably arousing and it made me shudder all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt a tongue running up where the air had been blown – this made me arch my back and shudder again. The tongue traced a wet path across my shoulders and down my front – across one breast and down to my waist. The front of my skirt was unbuttoned and the fabric pulled away. Air was blown between my legs and that started such a huge shudder that I lost my balance and sat back. I felt my knickers being pulled down and air blown on my clit – that was so fantastic that I started to convulse – the beginning of my orgasm.
Then it got even better as I felt the tongue tip tickling my tummy and working its way to my slit. I arched up against it and reached heaven as it slipped between my lips, swirled around my clit and dipped into my vagina. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go.
I was nearly at orgasm and begging to be fucked.
“All in good time,” I heard a woman’s voice say. Shocked, I opened my eyes. I hadn’t recognised the voice but immediately knew the face – it was Ellen, Bob’s boss’ wife. She looked up at me from between my legs, gave my clit another kiss and said, ”You looked good enough to eat when we saw you in the restaurant and I’ve been nagging Jim to arrange a get together ever since that night.” She added, “You taste as good as you look – I want to give you an orgasm with my tongue but I wanted you to know it was me.”
I looked beyond her and sure enough there were Bob and Jim, both smiling broadly, dicks at attention.
I could see Ellen had been enjoying being watched as she sucked me – her thighs were wet with her juice and I could see her clit peeping out of her neatly trimmed pussy. She took my hand and put it between her legs and said, “Shall we cum while the boys watch?” As I slid all four fingers up Ellen’s vagina I looked across at Bob. He grinned and winked back, “Go for it,” he said.
I know Bob loves to see me on all fours – he says it gives him a great view of my vagina when I cum – it also means he can see me squirt. So I moved over Ellen and spread my legs so that my knees were level with her ears, as I lowered my face to her pussy I arched my back and this pushed my clit out. She lifted her face to suck it.
Jim whistled and commented, “You were right Bob, what a fantastic view.”
Bob and Jim didn’t have long to wait. Ellen had done such a good job that I started to orgasm almost immediately. Jim hadn’t seen anything like this before and couldn’t stop himself giving a commentary…”Would you look at that.. I can see her vagina opening and closing, I can see the ripples the muscles are making, look at her go – she’s squirting!”
By this point I was bucking and thrusting into Ellen’s face and squealing with passion as I had an earth shattering first orgasm.
It had all been too much for Jim and I felt his cum spatter onto my back. I could see as I looked around that Bob was made of sterner stuff but there was pre-cum all over his fingers – showing he wasn’t that far off.
I wanted to see if I could make Ellen squirt so moved next to her, lifted her knees and then spread her legs as far as they would go. I took her clit in my mouth and started to finger fuck her. She was nearly ready from the good sucking I had been giving her. With my fingers I could feel her orgasm starting to build.
Jim was in seventh heaven as he had a really good view of Ellen’s pussy – he started to encourage her, “Oh yes, darling; let me see your pussy, push up for me, I can see it working, com’on, sweetie,” She began to arch up against my fingers that were thrusting deeply into her vagina. Her muscles were starting to ripple and I could feel her vaginal walls starting to swell against my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and alternately nibbled and pinched her clit instead. This drove her even further towards meltdown. Suddenly she arched her back and screamed “I’m cumming,” everything shuddered and I heard Jim shout, “You are squirting, come on girl; shit - I’m ready for you again.”
At this point it was only Bob who hadn’t cum, I could hear him moaning softly as he stroked his prick. I backed towards him on all fours and pushed myself at him – I know he loves this as he says he can get his cock in really deeply. There was so much pre-cum and juice that it slid it to the hilt in one smooth move. Bob groaned loudly and he started to thrust, gently at first and then more strongly – as he pulled out nearly all the way and then rammed it back in so far that his balls slapped against me. It was fantastic – he was so turned on that his dick completely filled me and I could feel the head pushing past my cervix. As it went in and out the head brushed my G-spot and that set me off. Another orgasm started and my muscle contractions did for Bob, who yelled, “Yes, yes, I’m cumming.”
We collapsed onto the rug just in time to see Jim and Ellen cumming as well, as the rockets painted their pictures in the sky.
This was a fourth of July to remember……
Monday 6 July 2009
The risks of day dreaming on the train
I was on the train today, it was very crowded so I stood in a doorway facing the door and away from all the people jammed in behind me. It was going to be a very hot day and so I was wearing a cotton tee shirt with quite a low neck and a flared linen skirt.
Picture it....
I’m day dreaming to take me away from the pain of commuting and my mind goes back to ~M’s blog. She is describing how she gives herself pleasure from playing with another woman. This is a very arousing image and I replay in my mind what she is doing to that woman. It isn’t long before I become that woman and I feel her undressing me on that sofa – her hands firmly but gently pulling the shirt over my head, no words spoken but I know what she wants and I want it too, but I don’t – its weird.
Anyway, in my day dream, I’m now naked and ~M starts to run the tips of her fingers across my tummy, down my legs, up my thighs. At this point I know I’m not supposed to react but I can’t help shuddering a little as the feeling is so delicious. My legs spread, they are controlling themselves or ~M is controlling them – remotely – now that’s really arousing.
She brushes her fingers across my mound and I have to bite my lip not to make a sound, She slips her fingers into my slit and looks hard at me. I know I’m not supposed to be wet but it is so amazing.
She takes off her clothes and we are now both naked. She lies across me and presses her thigh into my pussy, her hand is still there and this presses it even harder onto my clit and some fingers slip up my vagina. The juice just pours out of me now – I look imploringly at ~M as I know that is not what should happen. Only she is supposed to orgasm but I’m so close. I don’t want to anger her but I have no self control when I’m around her.
A noise penetrates my dream….and I feel a breath on my neck. A voice whispers from behind me…. “What a lovely orgasmic blush – let me help you” as I feel fingers insinuating themselves between my upper thighs and past the thong I’m wearing. At the same time I feel another hand slip up my shirt and caress my already engorged nipples.
I can’t separate fantasy and reality as I’m pulled back onto the hand now pinching and squeezing my clit. “What a hot, wet, desperate pussy you have,” the voice says as the hand increases the pressure and speed of its rubbing. I can’t resist, all I want now is an orgasm and I’d probably do anything to have one.
Fingers slip up my vagina as a thumb continues to pull and push the hood of my clit. At this point I’m gone and I start to thrust back onto the fingers up my willing vagina as the juice flows down my thighs. I moan as my orgasm overtakes me. I shudder and my vaginal spasms grip the fingers fiercely. Suddenly the fingers are withdrawn and I realise that the train has reached its final station stop and is beginning to empty of passengers.
I leave the train rather shakily – still none the wiser about my benefactor. Could it be ~M having taken pity on me or was it a man who really understood about what visual signs women give about their arousal.
I will have to be more careful when I day dream… or should I?
I try to remember which carriage it was, so I can choose or avoid it next time....
What would you do?
Picture it....
I’m day dreaming to take me away from the pain of commuting and my mind goes back to ~M’s blog. She is describing how she gives herself pleasure from playing with another woman. This is a very arousing image and I replay in my mind what she is doing to that woman. It isn’t long before I become that woman and I feel her undressing me on that sofa – her hands firmly but gently pulling the shirt over my head, no words spoken but I know what she wants and I want it too, but I don’t – its weird.
Anyway, in my day dream, I’m now naked and ~M starts to run the tips of her fingers across my tummy, down my legs, up my thighs. At this point I know I’m not supposed to react but I can’t help shuddering a little as the feeling is so delicious. My legs spread, they are controlling themselves or ~M is controlling them – remotely – now that’s really arousing.
She brushes her fingers across my mound and I have to bite my lip not to make a sound, She slips her fingers into my slit and looks hard at me. I know I’m not supposed to be wet but it is so amazing.
She takes off her clothes and we are now both naked. She lies across me and presses her thigh into my pussy, her hand is still there and this presses it even harder onto my clit and some fingers slip up my vagina. The juice just pours out of me now – I look imploringly at ~M as I know that is not what should happen. Only she is supposed to orgasm but I’m so close. I don’t want to anger her but I have no self control when I’m around her.
A noise penetrates my dream….and I feel a breath on my neck. A voice whispers from behind me…. “What a lovely orgasmic blush – let me help you” as I feel fingers insinuating themselves between my upper thighs and past the thong I’m wearing. At the same time I feel another hand slip up my shirt and caress my already engorged nipples.
I can’t separate fantasy and reality as I’m pulled back onto the hand now pinching and squeezing my clit. “What a hot, wet, desperate pussy you have,” the voice says as the hand increases the pressure and speed of its rubbing. I can’t resist, all I want now is an orgasm and I’d probably do anything to have one.
Fingers slip up my vagina as a thumb continues to pull and push the hood of my clit. At this point I’m gone and I start to thrust back onto the fingers up my willing vagina as the juice flows down my thighs. I moan as my orgasm overtakes me. I shudder and my vaginal spasms grip the fingers fiercely. Suddenly the fingers are withdrawn and I realise that the train has reached its final station stop and is beginning to empty of passengers.
I leave the train rather shakily – still none the wiser about my benefactor. Could it be ~M having taken pity on me or was it a man who really understood about what visual signs women give about their arousal.
I will have to be more careful when I day dream… or should I?
I try to remember which carriage it was, so I can choose or avoid it next time....
What would you do?
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