During this heat wave, how about a fantasy about a snow storm!

Hi, my name is Barb. And, this is a little story about myself that I thought I would share with you. I’m a 24 year old female, I live by myself, by choice. I enjoy sex with both men and women. The men for the animalistic, wham, bam, thank you Ma’am, type of sex they enjoy. And, the women for their soft, gentle, know how to flip your switches, type of sex. I also enjoy solo sex, I’m a self starter, I can make myself orgasm many times and for many minutes at a time. I have a large collection of sex toys, dildos, butt plugs, etc. One of my best toys is a motor driven dildo, that can be set to penetrate anywhere from three to nine inches, and run at various speeds.

But, this isn’t about that. It’s about me finding a new toy. It was a cold winter Saturday. There was so much snow on the ground, no one was going anywhere. And, I was bored. So, I figured that I might as well enjoy myself. I stripped, and stood in from of my full length mirror. I really think that having electrolysis on my pussy was a great idea, it looks so good hairless. And, I had found a new friend in the technician. She had enjoyed the sex after the final session. I got my case of goodies out of the closet and walked to the bed. I took out two nipple clamps, the kind where you can adjust the tension. I keep them cranked down fairly tight, I love the pain. Next I find my favorite butt plug. It’s a stepped one that gets larger and larger. I lube it up well and work some lube into my ass. I then place the dildo on the floor and squat over it, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper. It’s got four steps, and I usually stop at the third, as I did today. It feels so good with your ass.

I next find my favorite vibrator and start on my clit. It’s not long before I have my first orgasm. It’s not very strong, but they will get stronger. I get my large dildo, it’s long and big, and I start working it into my pussy. I feel it stretch my pussy and rub against the butt plug. Oh, the feeling of being so full, brings my to my second orgasm. A good one but not earth shattering. I start fucking myself with it, faster and faster. Finally I have a strong one. They’re starting to build.

I think it’s time for the fingers. I pull the dildo out and start using my fingers on my clit and pussy. I find the right spots and I’m getting so hot and so wet. I was a gymnast in college, and have remained active, so am very limber. I start fucking myself with my fingers. It feels so good, my hand working around my pussy lips and clit. I come again. I sit up with my hand still in my pussy. I look and I’ve got four fingers in there and my thumb working my clit. And, I’m soaking wet.

I really start fucking myself, I get my four fingers in as far as the last knuckles. It feels so good. I pull my hand back, place my thumb inside my fingers and push. I’m so worked up by how, that before I realize it my hand is in my pussy up to the wrist. I almost pass out. The feeling is fantastic. I’ve never done this before and it’s a fantastic feeling. I’ve had two dicks in me at once, but this is so much better. My butt is full and my pussy has never been this full. I just sit there for a minute. Then I moved my fingers around and the sensation sends me to an earth shattering orgasm. I reached down with my other hand and start working the butt plug. I pull it out a little and push it in a little, like fucking my ass. With a little harder push than usual, the fourth step goes in. It hurts so good, and I’m so full. I reach up and remove one of the tit clamps, and the blood flowing back in is so painfully good that I have another orgasm. I then remove the other tit clamp.

I continued to play for another twenty minutes, and was at such a high that I thought that I’d never come down. I wondered, could I work a hand into my ass? I reluctantly and slowly pulled my hand out of my pussy. Then I pulled the stepped butt plug out of my ass. I just lay there for a few minutes trying to recover.

I then moved around so that I had good access to my ass, took a bunch of lubricant and started working it in. I gradually worked in three then four fingers. It was fairly easy because the butt plug had loosened me up. I worked those four fingers around in my ass for awhile, trying to loosen it up as best I could. I then worked my thumb in with my fingers. And, started working them in and out, it felt so good, like I was being fucked in the ass. It took quite awhile, but I got my fist into the first knuckles. I stopped and rested, and tried to let my sphincter get used to being stretched. I then slowly started pushing harder and harder. It was like a cork popping, but in reverse, my whole fist just slipped past my sphincter and my hand disappeared up to the wrist, just like it had in my pussy. Talk about a full feeling. I just sat there for awhile and enjoyed the feeling. God, I love being bored like this.

I moved my fist around in my ass; what an erotic feeling. I had to find someone to share this with. It was still snowing and no one was going anywhere. So, I figured that none of my usual gang could make it over. There had to be someone. Here’s a thought, there is a couple in the apartment building. They have been friendly, he travels for his company, and she doesn’t work. In fact, she has been very friendly. I slowly pull my hand out of my ass, and it popped.

I preceded to get cleaned up and dressed, found their phone number, and called.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Patti, this is Barb from the twelfth floor.”

“Oh, hi Barb.”

“Has the snow made it up to the windows on the fourth floor yet?”, I said jokingly.

“No, not yet. But, it’s working on it.”

“Well, I don’t know if you are as bored as I am. But, I have a very nice bottle of wine up here that will help reduce the boredom. Why don’t you and Gary come on up, and help me work on this bottle and we’ll find a movie to watch?”, I said hoping that Gary wasn’t there.

“Gary’s out of town for the week. But, I’d be happy to. I was going shopping today, but there is no way that can happen.”

“Great. I’ll see if I can round up some goodies to go with the wine.”

“No. I’ve got some stuff down here, that I’ll bring up.”

“Great. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“OK. Bye.”

“Bye.”

YES!

About fifteen minutes later the door bell rang. I almost ran over to the door, I opened it and there stood Patti. All five foot three inches and 110 pounds of her. Wearing a very pretty peasant blouse and skirt. And, holding a bag with snacks in it.

“Hi Patti. Come on in.”

I gave her a friendly hug, which she returned.

“It really is nasty out there. They say we could have another four or five inches before midnight. Lucky Gary is in Phoenix.”

“Lucky stiff.”

Right then the lights went out.

“Don’t move, let me get a candle so you don’t trip over the furniture.”

I felt my way into the kitchen. Found the matches and candle. Lit it and made my way back into the living room.

“Well, isn’t this a fine mess?”, I said.

“No big deal. We’ll just sit with candle light, talk, sip wine, and eat snacks.”

“Cool. I’ll go get some more candles. I’ve got a few in the bedroom.”

“In the bedroom! How romantic.”

I just grinned.

I came back with the candle and placed them around the living room. She was right, it was romantic. We did sit on the couch, talk, sip wine, and munch on the snacks. It was basically girl talk, until the second bottle of wine kicked in. And, we started telling each other all kinds of things, just like we had been friends from birth. She told me a short version of her life history, and how her and Gary only “got it on” about once a month. I told her some things about me, how I was bi-sexual and enjoyed living by myself, etc. She then related an incident during her college years, where she had a lesbian relationship with a girl in her sorority. This opened the door for me. But, it took me another half an hour to drag the details out of her, and to get her to admit that it was an enjoyable experience. She got up to get a third bottle of wine, and when she came back, she was a little wobbly, bumped into the coffee table, and ended up sitting in my lap. She looked into my eyes, and just kissed me.

“I’m sorry.”, she said as she tried to get up.

“Don’t be.”, I said as I gently held her in my lap.

“I’m not this forward. It’s got to be the wine. I really…”

At this point I placed my finger on her lips. When she settled down, I removed my finger and replaced it with my lips. I gave her a very long and very deep kiss. She relaxed, accepted my kiss, and returned it. We continued kissing and necking for a number of minutes. I finally let my hands start roaming. They found her breasts. Her breathing deepened and she relaxed in my arms. I then felt her hand on my breast. She was very receptive to my love, I hoped it wasn’t just the wine. I reached under her blouse and lifted it over her head. She didn’t object. I reached behind to undo her bra, and she whispered in my ear, “It’s got a front closure.”. I moved my hand to the front of her bra and undid the one hook. The bra fell away from her small but firm breasts. My lips immediately found her nipples, and I started kissing, licking, sucking, and biting first one then the other. She started breathing even deeper and purring like a kitten.

She started unbuttoning my blouse, finally removing it and my bra. She started playing with my nipples and I joined her in the heaving breathing and purring. It wasn’t long until her skirt and my slacks were also on the floor. She had on a thong, and I could see that she was a real strawberry blond. She had my panties off before I could even think and her fingers were all over me.

I whispered, “Can I do something?”

“Right now, you could do anything to me that you want.” She didn’t know what she had just said.

“I just have a little something that I like my lovers to have. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t be gone long.”

“I won’t.”

I walked out of the room, and was back in just a minute.

I sat on the floor between her legs. I reached up, pulled her thong off, and spread her legs wide. She was so wet, I didn’t know if I could wait. But, I had something that I wanted to do first. I moved some of the candles around so that they illuminated her pussy. I took the warm wash cloth and wet her pubic area. Then I took some shaving cream, spread it over her pubic area, and preceded to shave her pussy clean. She just laid there and watched with a little smile on her face. I rinsed off the remaining shaving cream, and looked up at her.

She said, “Like to have your lovers pussy bald. Don’t you?”

“You’ve got it. Mine is permanently bald. I had electrolysis, and it’s so soft and smooth.”

“Sounds delicious.”

With that my mouth was on her pussy, just lapping up her sweet juices. I heard a very deep moan, her body stiffened, her legs gripped my head like a vice, and I thought that I was going to drown. She came in waves, and it didn’t appear that it was going to stop anytime soon. I came up for air after a few minutes, and said, “Wow! You are something else.”

“I haven’t come like that since that time in college. You know how to flip my switches. Can I flip yours?”

“Sure, but I want to flip a couple more of your switches. If you’re willing?”

“Like I said, right now, you could do anything to me that you want.’”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. As long as it isn’t too painful.”

“Into a little S&M?”

“Just a little.”

I got up off the floor, reached a hand down to her, and helped her to her feet. She gave me a big kiss, licked some of her come off my face, and said, “Hmmm”. I took a candle and led her to the bedroom. I preceded to light about a dozen candle that I had around the room.

“How romantic.” Patti said.

“Come over to the bed..”

She walked over, and laid down. “What switches are you going to flip?”

“I learned something new today and I wanted to share it with someone.”

“Little old me?”

“Yes. I’ve always had a real liking for you, ever since you moved into the building but I’ve never had a chance to get together with you until now. I think I’ve wasted six months. Now, just lay back. I want you to relax as much as you can. I want you to enjoy this.”

“OK. Can we make up for those six months?”

“We’ll try. Now lay back, and relax.”

She stretched out on the bed. I spread her legs as far as I could, had her lift her knees, and I laid down where I could look at her sweet pussy. She lifted her head, looked at me, smiled, and put her head back down. I started playing with her, just using one finger, she started purring. I moved that one finger gently inside, moved it around, she moaned. I added a second and third finger, and carefully moved them in and out, fucking her. She came, my whole hand was wet. She almost screamed out in passion. I added a fourth finger, using my thumb to play with her clit. She screamed, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” I started pumping my hand in and out of her, she raised her legs to give me full access. I moved my thumb in with my fingers, and spread her pussy. A very deep moan followed. I continued pumping my hand in and out of her. She was getting wetter and wetter. All of a sudden my hand slipped in up to the wrist. She jumped, moaned and came again. I stopped moving my hand and looked up at her.

“I’m not sure what you did, but oh my God! I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“It’s not over yet. Relax and enjoy.”

I started moving my hand around inside her, and started licking her clit. She started shaking and moaning. Her whole body tensed up, she screamed, and came soaking my arm to the elbow. She then just collapsed. I slowly pulled my fist out of her pussy, and checked to be sure she was ok. It appeared that she had just fainted, as she started coming around in about a minute.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I think so. I don’t know what you did, but it was the most fantastic thing that I have ever felt. I’m wasted.”

“I was worried. I figured that you would be a little wasted, I’ve never seen anyone come as hard as you did.”

“No, I’m fine. How did you learn to do that?”

I went on to tell her about earlier today, and about the other fisting that I had done. I was curious as to what her reaction to that would be. She listened very intently to my whole story. And, her one word comment was, “Interesting.”

I cuddled up with her on the bed. We just kissed and caressed each other for a long time, sharing small talk. Once she had rested for awhile, she said, “I need to make a phone call. If it’s ok?”

“Sure. If the phones are working.” And, I handed her the phone.

She dialed, listened, and said, “Hi Gary.”

“Yes, I know you were going to call me later. But there’s been a major power outage in the building and I’m upstairs with Barb. Yes, that Barb. The one that lives on the twelfth floor. I just wanted you too know that I’m spending the night with her, and I didn’t want you to worry if you called and I didn’t answer. You know, a girl safety in numbers party. OK. I love you too. Bye.”

She hung up, looked at me, grinned, and said, “Hope you don’t mind me staying the night?”

“Not at all. I think it will be very interesting.”

“I know it will.”, she said handing me the phone. She then rolled over and her mouth found my breast, and she started working on me. Her hands were amazing. They knew all the right spots. She started giving me a tongue bath, from my tits, to my navel, to my inner thighs, to the back of my knees, and then to my pussy. I’ve been eaten out by some of the best, but if I had to rate Patti on a scale of 1 to 10, she would be a 20. She brought me to one of my best orgasms in about 2 minutes.

“Yes, very, very wet. I like that.”, she said.

I felt her fingers start to work on my pussy. I couldn’t tell how many fingers she had in me, but I was beginning to feel full. She was really fucking me with her fist. Her hands were smaller than mine so I figured that I wouldn’t have any problem taking her. And, I was right. I felt her hand slip right into me. And, I came in multiple waves. It’s so much better to have someone fist you than to do it your self. She stopped moving for a second, looked up at me, and said, “OK?”

“More than OK. Fantastic.”

She smiled, and started moving her hand. I can’t explain the feeling, but it was the biggest orgasm that I have ever had. And, I can understand her passing out. Wow! She continued to fist fuck me for a little while longer. Then I felt her slowly pulling her hand out of my pussy. I tried to tighten my muscles to keep her in me, but I couldn’t. She slipped out.

She moved around a little and I felt a finger at my ass. Then another. She was exploring my ass. I don’t know if I can take this or not. She started working her fingers into me ever so slowly. Feeling her fingers probing my ass were almost too much. I screamed in pure erotic delight. She stop moving for a minute or two, to allow me to come down from my high. She then started at my ass again. Working her fingers in and out, she was now up to three fingers, and using the juices from my pussy for lubrication. Now, four fingers. She was starting to stretch me. I felt her move her thumb into my hole. She started to really fuck my ass. I wanted to scream “Stop!”, but I couldn’t. My mind was on overload.

I felt my sphincter spreading as she pushed deeper and deeper. Then just like earlier when I did myself, her hand just slipped past the sphincter and was in up to the wrist. The feeling really can’t be described, it needs to be tried. She placed her mouth on my pussy and started really using her tongue on my clit, and fucking my ass with her fist. I had another earth shattering orgasm, and passed out. When I came around, Patti was sitting next to me, wiping my head with a cold cloth.

“You, alright?”

“Yes.”

“It was my turn to worry about you. You’ve been out for 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes. What you made me feel was out of this world. You’ve done this before. Haven’t you?”

“No. Your description of it really got me worked up. And it sounded like you enjoyed it when you did it to yourself. I just wanted you to experience it with someone else in control. And, it was the least that I could do after you fisted my pussy.”

“You enjoyed that.”

“You’ll never know, or maybe you do know.” she said with a very sweet smile.

We laid on the bed for awhile, just talking and stroking each others hair and faces. It seemed so natural to be there with her. She was a great and special girl.

“You know.”, I said, “It’s dinner time, and I’m hungry. Lets see if we can round something up that doesn’t need cooking.”

She spent the night, and I know that neither of us got much sleep. This was the beginning of a very long and special friendship.

- The End -

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“….I will never forget getting a call from Heather one Sunday afternoon in October.  I could tell something had happened since she was acting a little weird.  She told me that she’d had an unusual experience the night before.  At first I was thinking she had met a cute guy or she had gotten into some type of trouble, but to my surprise she said it was a sexual encounter she had with another girl in her dorm room.

Before getting into the details she asked me to please not say anything to our other friends.  Of course her secret was safe with me and she knew that, but I guess she felt better reasserting that request due to the gravity of what she was about to tell me.  She explained how she had a little get together in her room with her friends from the dorm.  There were drinking and just hanging out.  As the night went on all the other girls had left and went back to their room but one.

Heather explained that she had just met the girl and didn’t know much about her other than she seemed very friendly.  They were listening to music and talking when the other girl got up to get a drink and then sat down right next to Heather on the bed.  Moments later she leaned over and kissed her.  She was totally caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond, but continued to let her kiss her, she then started kissing her back.

“She put her soft lips against mine and had her hands around the back of my neck.  I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips.  I parted my lips to let her tongue into my mouth.  After a couple moments I found myself kissing her just like I do with a guy,” she said.

I was captivated by her story and wasn’t saying anything, just letting her talk.  She paused and then said, “Next thing I knew she was kissing my neck and it felt so good.  I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what but it was turning me on.”

Heather said she eventually stopped her when the girl started moving her hands up her thighs and was about to press her hand between them.  She explained, “I am embarrassed to say it felt good, but I just met her and didn’t feel comfortable being intimate that way with someone I hardly knew.”

After that conversation was over we never brought it up again.  By the time Christmas arrived we both had boyfriends and Heather was back in town for a couple of days visiting her family.  Her boyfriend was with her so the 4 of us went out to dinner.  It was nice to hang out with her and to meet her new man.

That spring we didn’t talk as much.  I was busy working with a new job and trying to keep up with my studies.  Towards the end of the semester my parents gave me permission to invite some friends to our camp in Hilton Head for the weekend.  It was the first time my parents were allowing me to be there with just my friends and no adults.  There was one stipulation though, she said no boys!

I called Heather and she was excited to go.  I also called some of our other good friends from high school and invited them; it was going to be the first time our groups of friends were back together in over a year.  Everyone was excited about the weekend getaway and was counting the days.

I left that Friday morning and drove to the camp to get it cleaned up and ready for everyone to get there later that night.  Heather had just finished her last exam that day and was driving in straight from school.

Unfortunately, that afternoon there was a terrible thunderstorm in Savannah and it knocking down some trees and there was flooding in the area.  I received a call from Tricia saying that she and the other girls were going to have to wait until the next morning to head up due to the weather.  I called Heather and she told me the weather in Athens that day was fine and she would have no problems driving in.  I was thankful to not be stuck alone by myself out there all night.

Heather arrived about 9 pm.  We made strawberry daiquiris and watched Saw II which had just come out.  Those movies always scare the hell out of me.  It was actually nice, just the two of us eating popcorn and drinking daiquiris, all snuggled up on the sofa.  With every scary part of the movie my body would jolt up off the sofa.  By the time the movie was over we were practically clinging to each other under the covers.

When the movie ended we just sat there and talked.  I had that nice warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’ve been drinking but weren’t completely drunk.  We talked about the guys we were dating.  She was still seeing the same guy I met at Christmas, but I had recently broken up with my boy friend.  Then the conversation moved on to sex and we talked about the guys we had fooled around with during the previous year.

While we talked I asked her to brush my hair, something we always used to do for each other.  So she sat sideways on the sofa to open her legs so I could sit between them in front of her.  I leaned back up against her chest; it felt so comforting to be near her again.  We had been so close and I missed that connection.

As she was running her fingers through my hair, I started thinking about the experience she had with that girl in her dorm room.  I was picturing it all again in my mind, step by step as if I had been there watching it.  The images going through my head started to affect me.  I was swiftly becoming turned on.  I suddenly became aware of her breast up against my back and her thighs touching my side.   Arching my back so my ass softly touched her pelvis, I felt an instant tingle between my legs.

It had been quiet for a few moments.  The TV was off at this point along with most of the lights.

“I know we weren’t supposed to bring up what happened last year, but is it ok if I ask you something?” I breathed.

“Sure,” she said.   “Well, have you ever thought about it again, about kissing another girl?”

She laughed and replied “Why, are you getting a little curious yourself?”

I paused for a moment, not expecting that response and said “Yeah, I am a little curious what it was like”.

Heather asked, “Would you like me to show you?” She leaned forward and started gently brushing her lips against my neck.

It spread goose bumps all over my body.  Her lips were so warm.  I turned my head to press my mouth up and intercept that kiss.  We started to kiss each other heatedly.  I reached my hand back to slide into her hair as her own fingertips were running up my ribcage to the swell of a breast.

I have never seen this side of Heather before.  She is a strikingly attractive girl but until now I never had sexual feelings for her or for any girl for that matter.  Kissing her felt so intoxicating… Fooling around with a man had never gotten me this hot before.  Her skin and lips were so soft, her touches tentative and seeking.  She was touching me with confidence, she knew what I would like because she knew what felt good to her.  There weren’t any fumbling gropes awkward touches that often accompany college guys.

It did not take long for Heather to pull my shirt over my head and shed her own.  She pulled me around and pressed her lips against my lace covered nipple.  Pulling it between her lips, fabric and all, Heather lightly sucked while tonguing the stiff tip.

In a husky whisper she asked, “Do you want to go further?”

She then explained, “After my first experience I have often wondered what I would have been like if I hadn’t stopped her.”  I let out a faint moan of “yes” to her question….”

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It was nearing midnight. One last swim in the pool wouldn’t hurt anyone. She
really needed it. It was hot and humid. Stifling inside the hotel room, even
with the air conditioner running full blast. She wished he would come soon,
she wanted him.

With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom
and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. Pinning her hair
up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn’t get it wet this
time. The chlorine in the pool was really strong. A few tendrils brushed
against her neck as she tied the halter style top. She donned the bottoms of
her bikini.

She stood back in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself. The high
cut of her bottoms made her legs look longer, the halter pulled her breasts
up showing just a shadow of cleavage. The air conditioner was blowing cold
air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against
the clammy inside of her top.

Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to
small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red
vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in
there for every occasion that may arise.. Slipping out the door, she heard
the automatic lock click when she shut it.

A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of
her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. It whirred slowly as
she rode it to the roof.

A soft ding announced her arrival, breaking the silence in the car.

She left the car and walked toward the fenced area where the large pool was.
Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked clanked against it. She
frowned, slightly perturbed that anyone would lock the pool.

She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. With a small laugh of
triumph she went inside. Dropping her things deckside, she slid into the
pool. The water was cold despite the heat outside. She sighed, beginning to
feel relaxed.

The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water.
He saw her glide across the water her head kept carefully above.

She stopped in the middle of the pool. In the deepest part, treading the
water to stay afloat. Her senses were alert to another prescense. Her lover?
Hope swelled in her breast, her heart beat a little faster.

“Are you going to join me?” she broke the silence between them.

“I don’t have a suit,” he called back his voice was muffled by the darkness.

The moon was shining high overhead. High and full. If only he would step
closer then she could see his face.

“Why do you need a suit? Theres no one here but you and I,” she sent him a
challenge.

He chuckled from deep in his chest. “Do you have your suit on?” he asked.

“I think that you already know the answer to that,” she started to swim
again, staying still in the water was making her shiver.

“Stop swimming,” he said.

“Oh but its to cold for me not to move, I’ll surely freeze since you aren’t
coming in,” she was pouting.

He could hear it in her voice and in his mind he could see her mouth
contorting into the pout he loved so much.

She was swimming again, this time away from him.

“Alright, I’ll join you.” He gave in.

Easily, she thought. Most definately to easily. “You will?” she asked.

“On one condition,” he nodded even though she couldn’t see it.

“Well?” she took a breath, a loud splash as her hand slapped the water.

She was treading water again, he listened to her breathing.

“What condition?” she demanded, itching with curiousity now. He was teasing
her.

“I’ll swim with you if you’ll throw your suit on deck,” he finally said.

She mulled over this for a few seconds. Of course she would do it and he
knew it.

“But what if someone comes?” she feigned timidness.

He laughed at her mock modesty. His zipper rasped as it slid down.

“You first,” she said, slowly tugging at the strings of her halter top.

In her minds eyes she could see his pants, jeans…no not jeans, khakis
maybe hitting the deck with a small clack as the button bounced on to the
cement. He would pick them up and fold them nicely over the back of a chair.
Then his shirt. Buttoned to nearly the top, letting some of the crisp blonde
hairs on his chest poke free. He’d start with cuffs, pulling them open. Then
with the buttons on the front of his shirt.

She liked undressing him. She liked to run her fingers down his chest, to
dart her tounge over his nipples. To move her mouth down his neck and over
his lips, never quite letting him catch her. She liked kissing down his
stomach further and further until she kneeled in front of him, her hands
stopped on the fasten of his pants. He would look down and watch her. Watch
her fingers move slowly over his erection, pressing hard against the zipper.
Straining to be free and in her. In her mouth, with her tongue sliding back
and forth up and down the shaft. In her hot moist pussy, that fit him a like
a velvet glove.

“Your turn,” he broke into her thoughts bringing her back to her swim.

The top of her bikini hit the deck with a wet slap and the bottoms were
slingshotted to his feet.

“All ready,” she started swimming again.

She heard his feet across the deck to the deep end of the pool. She saw him
pose for a dive, his hands over his head, pointed slightly down. His
erection standing straight out.

He dove. Gliding under the surface deeper into the shadowy depths until she
couldn’t see him any more. All was quiet. She held her breath, waiting for
him to come up for air.

A sharp tug on her ankle made her scream in surprise. Her pulse fluttering
beneath her skin like a trapped butterfly.

He came up in front of her. His hands floating behind her. One move and she
would be pressed against him, her legs tangled with his as they struggled to
keep them both afloat.

His tongue moved over her neck swiftly. She tasted of chlorine and something
else. Something that was uniquely her.

She propelled her arms to take her back, out of his grasp. She laughed in
surprise and secret delight when he grabbed her ankle pulling her to him.
Pressed against him, she tread her arms as he tread his legs. Her legs were
wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around hers.

He moved a little. His cock grazing against her slit. Her laugh turned to a
moan. She rested her lips against his shoulder. He moved again. Her mouth
opened, and her moan was warm against his skin. He felt her tongue slide
over the droplets of water within its reach.

Gently he pushed her away, then pulled her arm. A silent signal to follow
him.

She followed him until she saw he was standing easily. Her feet touched the
slightly rough bottom. The water just barely covering her breasts.

He reached out, touching one of her nipples. It beaded even tighter under
his caressing thumb. He sought out the other with his mouth.

She gasped at the contrast of his mouth and the water. Hot and cold. Her
hands held tightly to his elbows as he pushed her further onto her back.

He stopped. Pulling her so she was nearer to him. He directed her arms
around his neck. His mouth met hers with demands. His tongue demanded, as it
pushed through the seal of her lips. He stroked her tongue with his.

Her fingers twined themselves in his hair. Pushing him closer to her.

He turned, pressing her against the wall. Pushing her legs apart and himself
into her. She moaned, squeezing the walls of her tight entrance around him.
He moved against her. Tiny pockets of air popping between them, breaking
against her clit.

She squeezed his cock again, inside of her. He groaned from deep within his
throat. She felt it against her mouth. She wiggled a little, situating
herself more comfortably against him. He graoned again and she couldn’t
stifle a small moan.

“Yes,” she whispered as he thrust harder into her, making her bump against
the wall.

He was beginning to spiral, she knew it. She was controlling it. He thrust
into her again.

“Yes, more yes…. yes..” her sighs and moans were coming out fast. Her
breathing was turning more shallow. “Oh yes.”

Faster faster faster. She always did this to him. Never allowing him to take
his time to make it last for her. He was under her control. He knew it.

She was beginning to come. Strong spasms rocked her body against his. She
felt as though she were flying. Her eyes opened, finding him staring at her.
Absorbing her climax.

He felt a burst of cum through him into her. Her muscles squeezing him
tightly in climax.

Still coming. His was like molten lava inside of her. Making her shiver as
she indulged in it. Liking it inside of her. She sighed softly as the last
of her spasms ended.

One more thrust, one more burst and it would be over for him. She was
beginning to relax around him.

She tensed feeling one last burst from him.

He was breathing slowly. Catching his breath.

She felt his breath on her neck as she closed her eyes and laid her cheek
against his shoulder.

He slid his arms under her, walking her to the steps in the shallow end. She
snuggled tightly against him as the night air brushed her bare skin. He
walked the deck to her towel. Rubbing it lightly over her skin as she
sleepily held onto him for balance. He slipped her arms into his shirt, it
hung open to her thighs. He buttoned it enough for her to be covered. Not
bothering with the towel he pulled on his khakis. Zipping them, forgoing the
button.

Her arms slid around his neck as his arms caught her up against his chest.
She yawned and lay against him. Her bag hanging from the crook of his elbow.

She could hear the soft whirring of the elevator as they rode down to their
floor. Her eyes stayed closed.

He liked her when she was sleeping. Especially in his arms. She could never
be close enough.

He unlocked the door and carried her to the bed. It had been turned down.
She slid willing under the covers, turning for a minute from her back to her
side then to her other side. Curled into a tight ball.

He folded his pants over the back of the chair, near her bag. Staring at her
in his bed.

She felt the bed dip slightly as he slipped in beside her. She uncurled and
pressed herself against him, sighing softly as his arms slid automatically
around her and his head onto the pillow she lay upon.

“I love you,” he whispered in her hair.

She shifted closer, murmuring back. “I love you too.”

In my sex story about going to a swingers club for the first time, The Main Attraction at Ginger’s, I explored what it would be like to watch and have sex in front of total strangers for the first time.

Here is an excerpt from the story. If you like it visit The Fantasy Files to choose the form you’d like to read the book in!

The Main Attraction at Ginger’s (Excerpt)

After sipping on a few drinks for what seemed like hours, my imagination started running thinking about what it was going to be like in the inside. The hostess finally walked over and informed us that our room was ready!

I wonder what everyone in the other rooms are doing right now. The voyeur in me took over as I slid over one of the curtains so I could take a peak. There was a couple sitting there watching the swingers in the big room. I don’t think Craig realized what I was doing as he was busy getting me undressed. He had my bustier off and was pulling down my skirt as I pulled back the curtain on that side all the way open. “Hey, they can see us!” Craig yelped startled. I smiled and said, “I know”… Continued

I knew Trish was growing restless. Part of it was the winter. She doesn’t like the cold. She doesn’t like the constant chill that shivers her bones and she doesn’t like the formless thick layer of wool she needs to fight the chill off. Trish longed desperately for those bright sunny days when spring finally surrenders to summer. We had early February. I would have taken Trish on a cruise, if we could have afforded the time, but we couldn’t and so there was no point in dreaming of lazy bikini clad lounging on a tropical deck. Winter would have to be endured.

But it was more than just the weather. I don’t know. It was many things. Trish had been struggling lately with the sheer tedium of life, the day-in and day-out attention to everyday responsibility, doing her part to make our lives manageable. I could see it in her eyes, the weary ocean-blue gaze of a woman who had dreamed of a faster, more exciting existence, where her skills were sharp and feared, where her will to conquer roused an active wariness in her foes. Trish wanted more. I knew it, but what could I do? We had to get past the present before anything would change.

Anyway, I was wishing I could give Trish something to get her jets started, to stir her from the doldrums of her boredom. We had a sitter for Saturday night and I thought I’d take her out for a good Italian dinner and then some dancing at one of the hotter clubs downtown. She always liked that.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Trish asked as she pulled a brush gently through her golden blonde hair. A faint dose of makeup had given her features a subtle, arousing beauty and with the soft curls imparted to her long, fine hair, Trish looked truly stunning. I stood in the bathroom door, watching her tits rise succulently with each lift of her tortoise-shell brush.

I told her the plans I had conjured, pleased with myself for finding a itinerary I believed would please Trish in every way. Looking at my reflection in the mirror with pleading, limpid eyes, Trish slightly opened her mouth. My prick stirred rapidly at the sight of her desire.

“Listen,” she said, although my attention was already rapt, “I was talking to Linda, you know, my hairdresser, and she asked if we’d like to come to a party at her place.”

“Sure,” I said at once. Trish resumed her brushing, smiling wickedly as she spoke.

“She’s a wild girl, you know, and I think this is going to be a pretty wild party.”

“Oh,” I said, completely intrigued by the hints I read in Trish’s blush.

“I mean, we don’t have to stay if we get there and . . .” Trish put down her brush and pulled her hair back to catch it in a dark comb.

“Sure,” I said. “What kind of wild? Beer and biker wild? Opium lords and kickback payments?” I shrugged and smiled nervously. If it weren’t for my wish to please my wife, I would probably rarely venture out at all. Trish has always found new ways to make my blood surge.

“Well, no,” said Trish. Her pink nipples hardened tight despite the bathroom’s steamy heat. “You’ll like Linda,” she said. “She’s very pretty, with thick chestnut hair and big brown eyes that always seem to be implying something naughty.”

“Oh,” I said. “Oh.”

I watched lasciviously as Trish pulled a pair of white lace panties over her exquisite round ass. Although we have three children, Trish looks better today than she did when I met her, barely ripe at twenty-two. I savor every glance I steal of her firm, lithe body. Trish knows I watch her and loves me more for my focussed attention, teasing me with flashy bends, slow hip swings and gratuitous squeezes of her tits. She slowly pulled on a pair of white stockings, deliberately taunting my stare as she adjusted the lacy tops so they would grip the creamy flesh of her lean thighs. Trish took a blue dress from her closet and stepped into the opened neck.
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I grew up in a small midwest farming town. But I was no
way a farm girl. What happened was tha in high school I
became very attracted to Trevor, this tall, dark and hand-
some guy my age.

We began dating heavy. My mother wasn’t too keen of her
daughter dating a son of a hog farmer. But once she
learned the size of their hog production, and that his
family was the most prominent in the area, she was
okay with it.

His father being on the board of directors at the bank
didn’t hurt either. Trevor took me to the prom and when he
went out west to attend Ag school, I was left behind.
When he returned 4 years later, we both were surprised
neither had found anyone and began a serious
relationship. I was not ugly, but being a tall 5’9,
skinny, and somewhat of a Tomboy type, I was wild when
Trevor asked me to marry him.

We were married in front of his parent’s big white
farmhouse, and I was content to be a farmer’s wife. A
year later, I gave birth to our first son Kevin, and two
years later, Alex came into the world. Not only was
Trevor’s hog production the best in the state, but he landed
board of director’s positions at the bank, stock yards
and a real estate firm.

I was overjoyed, but at the same time, I felt useless, so
I went back to college and got my teacher’s degree. I
always knew Trevor was not much of a romantic, neither was
I, but still needed more quality cuddle time, but Do
never had time. Now allowing it to upset me, I went on
with teaching, helping his father with the hogs after
school and being a good mother.

Feeling lonely one weekend while Trevor was away on a bank
trip, I let some of my girlfriends talk me into attending
a all ladies night at a sports bar. I was shocked to see
male models dance and strip down to a net over their
privates. I liked good looking men as much at the next
lady, but felt a wife of a prominent man should not be in
a place like this. When one of the men was a tall black
guy, I felt cheap and left on my own.

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Here is an except from the story The Main Attraction at Ginger’s found in The Fantasy Files: Six Uninhibited Erotic Sex Stories, Volume 1

The Main Attraction at Ginger’s
A young couple explores the limits of their sexuality in a swingers club that turns voyeurs into exhibitionists.

….   “Ok,” she said with a smile. “This is your private room; you can lock the door once you go in and do anything you like while once you are in.  The wall directly in front of you has 2 way glass, you can see them but they can’t see you.  Now, on your left and right side there are curtains.  You are welcome to open or shut them.  The glass on both sides is see-through and the rooms next to you are occupied.  However, they have curtains as well so they may or may not have theirs open.  That’s everything.  You paid for an hour so enjoy!”

I let Craig walk in first.  The room was pretty small, just big enough for a small leather love seat to fit.  There was a stack of towels and a place for us to hang our clothes right next to the door.  They also had an assortment of edible gels, creams, and condoms.

“So what do you think?” I asked Craig, who was being rather quiet.  “I don’t know” he responded.

He had that kind of lost and nervous look on his face.  To this point nothing erotic had happened but the whole experience was wild and different to say the least.  As we sat down, we both stared at the big room directly in front of us.  It was a wide room and looked like several of the other smaller rooms on both sides of us had the same view we had.  It was large and opulent with a monstrous bed with silk sheets, but no people.

Moments later we noticed a door open and a couple walk into the big room.  They looked like they were in their mid to late 20′s, around our age.  The guy definitely worked out and was in great shape.  The girl had blonde hair, a voluptuous chest and a sleekly toned tanned body.  They both started undressing.  This was so wild, they acted like we weren’t there watching and then I remembered, they couldn’t see us but we could see them.  I felt like I was peeping into someone’s bedroom and I was enjoying it!

As they were undressing their door opened again as another couple entered.  “Oh this should be interesting,” I blurted out to Craig.  I perked up on the edge of the love seat with my face just inches away from the glass.  The new couple was a little older but looked attractive as well.

The woman appeared to be in her early thirties and was a bit curvier than the blonde.  She had porcelain skin which was a good contrast to the gold tones of the other woman.  The man had salt and peppered short cropped hair and a chiseled jaw.  He was extremely ripped and I found my mouth watering for a taste of him.

The couples exchanged greetings and pleasantries like they knew one another, obviously this was not a new scene for them.   Craig and I couldn’t help but stare as the couples began undressing and tasting each other.   It started with kissing and heavy petting, the tasting of nipples and playful nips.  I was on the edge of my seat as the first man playfully spanked the blonde.  She purred and moaned for him… causing the other man to come over.  She was on the bed on her hands and knees, her own partner behind her delivering vigorous slaps to her pert ass.  The salt and peppered Adonis climbed on the bed, running a hand thru her blonde curls he guided her mouth to the cock he had fisted in his hand.  The blonde eagerly complied, running her tongue along the tip before taking him fully into her mouth.  They set a punishing rhythm.  The younger man would spank her, sending her forward to deep throat the other man’s cock.

Craig stood up and went to the window for a closer look.  I could tell with one look at his pants that he was hard and turned on.  For that matter, so was I.” ….

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Brandy and I had been married almost a year when I first got a taste of my wife’s secret fantasy. But first a little back ground.

We enjoyed a wild and most satisfying sex life. We fucked often and long, in every position we could get in. She sucked my cock with an obvious enthusiasm and enjoyed my shooting in her mouth. After I filled her mouth with cum she would kiss me and push the cum into my mouth. Read the rest »

Derrik was a handsome black guy in his mid thirties. He was always well-dressed and spoke in a well educated
manner but underneath that suit and tie you could tell that he worked out regularly at the gym. Derrik’s smooth
manner, quick smile combined with his natural reserved shyness made for a strong attraction with the ladies. I
did not notice that Derrik was at the cocktail party until I spotted him standing there chatting with my wife. I was making my way slowly back from the bathroom through the crowded room when I caught a glimpse of them.

I suddenly realized that my beautiful Filipina wife seemed quite engrossed in conversation with Derrik. She appeared both flattered and delighted by this handsome black man’s interest and attention. Kari was a petite slender and very sexy Asian girl with marvellous long flowing black hair that reached down her back. She had been working as a nurse at the local hospital on a temporary visa when I had first met her. She was in mid twenties then and already divorced in her country. Read the rest »

My wife and I have been married a little over 5 years. In those 5 years, plus the two we dated, I have learned a few things about Sasha, alcohol and sex. What I havelearned is that cold sober sex is an occasional and spiritless thing.

Put one drink in her, and sex is a sure thing. With two drinks sex becomes adventurous – different positions, some wild talk and even a little oral action. With three drinks sex becomes wild – blow jobs, golden showers, public parks, almost anything goes. With 4 drinks, she throws up – not much fun in that, except that two years ago, just before she threw-up, I achieved full anal penetration.

That was a fantastic experience and one that I hope to some day to repeat. (If you ever have the opportunity to bury your cock in a woman’s ass while she is barfing her guts out I suggest you take it. The clean-up isn’t fun, but the ride is fantastic.)

Now you know why I am always eager for my wife to have another drink.

Two week ago my friend Frank was over for the Monday night game. Frank is a bachelor friend of mine, who usually comes over for a free home cooked meal. Tonight was different. Sasha was having dinner out with her friend Marie. Frank and I were in for an evening of beer, pizza, football, and after the game we planned to watch the two porno flicks Frank had brought over. Read the rest »

I met her at a store. I was just shopping around, minding my own business, when this beautiful blonde bumped into me. She was tall, nearly my height and built like you wouldn’t believe.  Huge breasts, thin waist, exaggerated curves; she was a walking wet dream.

She literally bumped into me, knocking the bag out of my hand and onto the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, breathlessly.

“It’s ok,” I replied. “They’re only clothes, nothing breakable.”

Who knows how, but we ended up talking. One thing led to another, and we both discontinued our shopping expeditions and adjourned to another part of the mall to get something to eat. All along, I was marveling at her as I made polite conversation. Not just how she looked, but how she moved and how sensuous she seemed to be. My thoughts were erotic from the first glance. They couldn’t be any other way; this girl was walking sex, to such a degree that it was almost unbelievable. She was irresistible. Read the rest »

Our car was at the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare ‘loaner’, so my wife, Laura, (who is a petite 26 year old beauty) and I had to travel into town on the commuter train. We where grumbling about the train being quite full and having to stand. We didn’t know how well off we where, at the next station dozens more people got on and we were packed in like sardines.

In the crush, Laura and I were separated, I could see the top of her head over the crowd. They’re where mostly businessmen on the train so it isn’t surprising that Laura was surrounded by men… but the funny thing was that they were all facing Laura, you would expect a group to be facing different directions.

The train lurched and a gap appeared momentarily and I could see that Laura’s mini skirt was around her waist and her panties where pulled down by her knees. One guy was fingering her cunt; another was fondling her ass. Her top was pulled up (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more were playing with her tits. Read the rest »

Early one Saturday afternoon, after spending most of the morning in town, I decided I should go and relax in a sauna for half an hour. I decided to head straight for the “Sauna & Beauty Parlour,” where I’d been a couple of times previously.

As I arrived, I was met, in the waiting room, by one of my best friends, Cali. She asked me what I was doing there. I replied by saying that I was exhausted after spending the morning in town and had come in for a relaxing sauna.

When I’d finished speaking, she told me that she was there for her weekly facial, which usually took about thirty minutes. After a short pause, one of the beauty consultants came in to the waiting room and told Cali that her facial treatments were ready. The music being played on the PA system within the premises was one of my favourite female solo singers, Enya. I thought it added something ‘special’ to the atmosphere. Read the rest »

As they sat on the bed he watched with desire as she ran her hands along her body. She is laying back, legs spread. Her fingers trace lightly along her slit, occasionally dipping inside herself. Her nipples are standing erect and ache for attention.

Reaching over, he massages her tits, squeezing her nipples with his fingers. She pulls him closer and he leans over and takes a nipple into his mouth, softly sucking, licking, and biting on it.

She begins to increase the pressure she is applying to her pussy. He moves back around to watch as her hips begin an up and down motion as a finger slides deeply in and out of her pussy. Her breathing increases and the moans get louder. Her back begins to arch slightly.  He leans in for a closer look and she can feel his hot breath on her thighs and pussy.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans. Read the rest »