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Fantasy by D.B. Fantasies happen in strange places
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FANTASY
by D.B.
Fantasies happen in strange places. Some are totally unplanned, but
provide excitement beyond imagining. Who could have guessed that a casual
meeting in a strange motel would have ended up being the most exciting
night of a lifetime.
I am the stereo-typical librarian. You know, the quiet, studious,
always do the right thing sort of person. Good family background, good at
getting along with people of all ages and all temperaments. I am talented
in many ways, but no one really pays any attention to me. I blend in nicely
with the crowds of other respected people around me. Outwardly I am a
perfect girl, the type you want to take home to mother. Outside I am sweet
and innocent. Inwardly, however, beats the heart of a truly sexual being,
a woman who wants much more from life.
My intentions that evening were to visit some friends but they weren't
home when I arrived at the motel. I started calling the numbers of some
of the men I had been corresponding with for the past few months. After all,
I couldn't just sit around in a small motel room in a strange city and do
nothing all night. Three of them called back and said they would be glad to
meet me. Plans were made for dinner, movies and touring the town, but
that was all for the following days. I had nothing to do tonight! This was
intolerable. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to talk to . I was
resigned to watching reruns of old TV shows. What a terrible vacation this
was turning out to be.
I showered and put on a soft silky nightshirt, and unhappily climbed
into bed about midnight. I was suddenly startled awake by the phone
ringing. My hand grabbed the phone before I was even aware and I heard
myself saying hello to someone I didn't really know. It was a young man who
I had only been vaguely acquainted with. He had just finished his evenings
work and was on his way to meet some friends for a trip out of town to
attend a festival. He said my motel was on the way, so he asked if he could
drop in to meet me for a few minutes and then be off. I sleepily agreed and
promptly went back to sleep.
The knock on the door was part of my dream, or so I thought. When it
happened again, louder this time, I suddenly was jarred awake and jumped
from the bed. My heart was pounding; I was still shaking from the rude
awakening as I opened the door. It was the guy who had called earlier. I
realized I hadn't been dreaming, and managed to say hello and invite him
in. I was aware then that while he was fully dressed and looked great in
his black trousers, crisp white shirt and leather jacket, I was standing
there in a very short and thin nightshirt. I hesitated as he just smiled
at me and felt suddenly embarrassed while I tried to decide whether I should
hug him or just shake hands. Hugging would mean full body contact and I was
for all purposes practically naked. I wondered if he noticed. He noticed!
He had a cute silly grin on his face that made me blush, but I wanted
to be friendly and not have him think I was some sort of prude, so I just
gave him a big hug. I could feel the leather of his jacket against my
semi-exposed skin. It felt hard and cool to my body. He smelled of shaving
cream and the faint odor of cigarette smoke from the place where he had
been working. I was suddenly and unknowingly excited by the way he felt
and the way he just kept smiling at me.
I asked if he minded if I climbed back into bed, since I had no robe
and the cold room was causing me to shiver. He nodded approval and took off
his jacket, and hung it on the rack across the room. He sat on the foot of
the bed while I snuggled under the covers trying to think of what
conversation I could have with a guy who I really didn't know much about.
We had chatted a few times on the phone before this meeting, but always
just jokes and very quick 2-3 minute calls about nothing in particular.
It was rather difficult for me to act at ease when I was in my nightclothes.
I felt the same way I felt when the doctor made me put on that silly gown
which never fit right and was open to the world in back. I remembered how
all the medical personnel tried to pretend to be professional while all
the time they were silently smirking at my nakedness.
He seemed at ease with me and I was glad. This made me feel better and
I relaxed and started to ask about his job and how his day had been. He
told me about his computer work and how he was trying to further his musical
career. He also mentioned that his neck was a bit stiff from all the days
activities. I was good at rubbing sore neck muscles and offered to make him
feel a little better. After all, he was leaving in a few minutes and had a
long drive ahead of him. It would be my contribution to his well-being.
I got on my knees behind him in the bed and started to rub his neck, softly
at first, seeing how he reacted to my touch and whether his muscles were
sore or just tight. He winced a few times at the pressure, but I heard him
making nice groaning sounds too as I hit spots that loosened at my gentle
kneading and I knew he was appreciating my efforts. I felt the warmth of
his body again, and again smelled the clean odor of shaving cream. It was
a pleasant smell. I was aroused by it. I worked my way down his back, toying
with all the tight places while he seemed to untense and respond to my touch
more and more.
Without warning he leaned back against my body, and gently kissed me. I
felt I had just been bathed in warm oil. My body tingled. I was breathless.
I didn't know why, but I did not resist, and wanted more. I returned his
kiss with my own, more passionate, more intense. I found myself leaning back
and almost pulling him on top of me. My desires could not be controlled now.
I wanted him. I only hoped that he wanted me as much. He did. He somehow
managed to remove his clothing in what seemed like only a moment, without
breaking the embrace. Although we hadn't discussed much of his past sexual
history, he had obviously done this before. I wondered for a brief moment
how many other girls he had been in motels with and easily fell into bed
with on the first meeting. At this moment, however, that thought was pushed
to the back of my mind as I experienced his gentle caresses and tasted his
tender but passionate kisses.
He was obviously very skilled at this sort of bedtime activity. He moved
from one sensitive spot to another stimulating and tantalizing me until I
responded with moans and sounds of pleasure. Then he moved on to another
area until he got the response he was looking for. He seemed pleased that I
was very verbal in my lovemaking and continued to probe and excite every
area of my body. I stopped for one horrified moment and wondered how in the
world I could be making love to a total stranger in a small motel far away
from home. At this point, however, I really wasn't in any condition to want
to stop so I just ignored the warning buzzers going off in my head, and
continued to respond to his expert ministrations.
He concentrated on my lips, leaving only for a moment to briefly kiss
and nibble my breasts and then returned to my lips again as I panted for
breath. He moved to my neck, a very sensitive area for me, and again gently
kissed and nibbled moving to my ears to playfully bite and lick. He slowly
worked his way down again to my breasts, this time lingering and
concentrating on the nipples, sucking and licking and teasing until I was
moaning and squealing with delight.
I was pressing my body against him now, trying to get as much contact
as possible, trying to meld them into one. Without hesitating, he was
suddenly on top of me, gently spreading my legs and positioning himself for
entry. I wanted this moment to be perfect, but something inside reminded me
that we needed protection. I summoned words in between gasps and asked if
he brought some. He quickly produced the needed item and with some
difficulty managed to put it in place. Now there was no more hesitation. I
wanted him inside me and I wasn't going to wait any longer. I begged and
whined. He smiled and laughed a bit at my insistence, teasing me and
enjoying my reactions.
Then with a swift motion that made me gasp and hold my breath, he was
in me. All the way in. I felt my muscles tense and release and warmth
spread through my pelvic area. If he moved even a little bit I would not be
able to completely enjoy this first of several orgasms. He seemed to know
exactly how to please me. He stayed still until the contractions stopped
and then began a slow and measured stroke which drove me towards another
orgasm. I was in ecstasy. I felt him moving slowly, then changing rhythm
going faster, then slower again. He pulled back several times almost
removing himself from me, making me beg and scream and whine again and
again. I loved this. He seemed to be enjoying my reactions and would not
allow me to do anything to him at this point. I was getting more and more
aroused and each successive orgasm was stronger than the previous ones. He
muttered something about multi-orgasmic. I muttered something back about
him being very observant. We continued like this until my begging for the
final moment of simultaneous orgasm finally was granted. With several small
strokes and then the massive hammering away like a construction worker
breaking concrete, he finally began shouting my name out loud and plunged
into me for one glorious orgasm of his own. I responded with another and
together we were fulfilled.
The event was not over though. Far from it. He somehow still had the
energy to satisfy me further. I was capable of orgasming again and again
and he needed time to build up a second round of energy for his next orgasm.
While I was recovering from the glorious events, he slid down between my
legs and began to gently nibble and lick and tease again and make me go
wild with feelings I could not deny and wanted so much. I moved my body to
allow him the best access to my pleasure spots. He probed with his tongue
making me squirm and squeal and want to crush his head between my legs. I
really loved this. He was making me wild with his actions. I could hardly
believe any man would devote such attention to me while not allowing me
to do anything for him. He watched my reactions, enjoying me totally. I was
granted several more orgasms as he worked to provide me with everything I
needed to be satisfied.
Then again, he was on top of me, entering me for a second time. I was
practically delirious. To my amazement he worked himself up and managed
another orgasm, just minutes after the first one. This was a spectacular
lover. We came together for a second time. We stayed coupled until it
became necessary to rest. Both of us were exhausted and it was almost
daybreak. I suddenly realized he had missed his connection for the festival
and was going to be driving alone with no sleep. For a few minutes we both
drifted off. When I awoke, it was to see him dressing and coming over to
give me a loving goodbye kiss. I thought I might never see him again, but
was happy to have known him for that one wonderful night.
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