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One Woman's Fantasy Fulfilled
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
ONE WOMAN'S FANTASY FULFILLED
When I answered the anonymised ad in the "Singles Partyline"
and was attracted by the mystery lady's words. I never knew
that she would one day begin to reveal to me her innermost
desires and fantasies. I am 48 years old and have known many
women but have never known one who would open up her libido
like a book. I have always been fascinated with the fact that
women have fantasies but keep them "secretly clothed." Although
a woman may bare her body for you I have found it rare that one
will bare her soul. As Sarah and I began to correspond via e-
mail, I was fascinated with her free expression of her inner-
most sexuality and fantasies. In my wildest imagination I never
thought we would actually ever meet, touch and hold each other
in our arms.
FROM SARAH:
***I responded to his reply with a little hesitation. He
had a refreshing sense of humor and if nothing else,
would make for an interesting e-mail friend. I am 34 and
didn't realize then, that within two weeks, this man
would have me totally intrigued.
If someone had told me that only a couple weeks after making
e-mail contact with Sarah we would be together in a motel room
fulfilling one of her fantasies I would not have believed it.
Our e-mail correspondence was the first thing to take an
interesting turn. Sarah suggested that we compile a fantasy
together, in writing, by each of us adding segments. "The
Sales Call" which I have posted here is the actual compilation
of our story we wrote together.
FROM SARAH:
***With our frequent writings, we had talked about everything
under the sun. Our last topic of conversation was
fantasies. He had asked about mine and I told him about a
situation I had often thought of. His reply was that of a
similar situation. I wondered what would happen if the
two were combined, and suggested we give it a try.
At the beginning of our e-mailings we agreed that we would not
meet. About ten days later when we had compiled this hotly
erotic story together, Sarah told me that although she had
said she did not want to meet initially that she was having a
change of mind. She said she had thought of a fantasy which
she had and which she was considering fulfilling with me if I
were willing. She asked me how much of a risk taker I was and
I told her I like adventure.
FROM SARAH:
***Throughout our writings, I found that we were very much
alike. After initially not wanting to meet, I began to
realize that this particular man could very well play a
very important part in a fantasy which I have had for
some time. But would he be willing? This was not an
average fantasy, and not one to which just any man
would agree. He would be taking a risk of being put into
a situation where he wouldn't know whether or not he liked
it until it was too late.
Sarah's fantasy was that she wanted to meet me *just for sex*
without ever having met face to face beforehand. She said she
had other "surprises" if I were interested.
FROM SARAH:
***The fantasy in my mind was becoming more and more vivid
and the thought more and more intriguing. But there was
a problem. In order for it to work, I couldn't tell him
all the details. For if I did, it would not be
spontaneous, and the fantasy would become just another
play. He would have to trust me. Could he? Would he?
I knew I would have to *make* him interested, so I
created a few "catches" in order to appeal to his
curiosity.
Thoughts began flashing through my mind. Positive thoughts
included the knowledge I had gained of Sarah that she was a
highly erotic and expressive woman. She not only had
fantasies but could describe them in some detail and with
clarity. Negative thoughts included the possibility that
Sarah had fantasies because there was something "undesirable"
about her. She might be physically unattractive in some way
or might have a severely low self-image.
FROM SARAH:
***Before approaching him with this, I wondered what he would
think of me, and what he might think *I* thought of myself.
I also thought of the possibility that we might not be
physically attracted to one another upon meeting and
decided to read over our previous letters. I was
definitely attracted to this man and I told myself it
didn't matter what he looked like. But what if he didn't
feel the same way? I eagerly awaited his reply.
Adventure won. After weighing all the possibilities (including
that she might be "dangerous") I decided that I was truly an
adventurer. I began to adjust my business travel schedule so
that I may schedule the meeting. Several days later it was
scheduled and I was driving to a motel in a suburb of a large
Midwestern city.
FROM SARAH:
***He agreed and the reservation was made. There were some
last minute preparations which would have to be taken care
of. I scheduled the day off in order to assure things
would go smoothly.
Sarah and I were to meet at a nice motel located in a middle
class suburb at an interstate highway exit. I was somewhat
familiar with the area. As I drove toward it on the
interstate I was surprisingly calm. I was thinking positive
thoughts about meeting Sarah face to face or "body-to-body" as
it were.
FROM SARAH:
***Packing my overnight bag, making sure I had everything,
I was much more calm and together than I had anticipated.
This would be a good night. On the way to the motel, I
made a few stops. We would need something to drink and
something to eat, nothing alcoholic, this was a night
for sobriety, a night we'd want to remember. The food
had to be light, so fruit (grapes and strawberries) was
an excellent choice.
Sarah had told me that her fantasy centered around the scenario
that we would meet in the room in such a way that we would not
lay eyes on each other until we were totally naked in each
other's arms. She also said there was another surprise having
to do with our "initial conversation." I, of course, wondered
what Sarah looked like. Was there a reason she did not want
to make eye contact before we made body contact? I wondered.
Did it matter? I decided not. She had given me instructions
on locating her car in the motel lot and how to enter it and
get the room key and further instructions from an envelope she
would have there. In my mind's eye I envisioned going to her
room and that she would be in the bathroom with the door
closed as I disrobed. We would talk about something, I didn't
know what. Then, I would open the door to the bathroom and
she would be standing there naked and we would embrace. That
is the image I had. Although her physical attributes were a
wondrous mystery I knew it wouldn't matter either way because
Sarah had proven to be a wonderfully erotic woman.
FROM SARAH:
***As I entered the room and looked around, a few adjustments
to the original plan would have to be made. Nonetheless
it would work out just fine. As I proceeded to do what
was necessary, I wondered at what he might be thinking.
Would he show up or have a change of heart at the last
minute? In either case, I was there and I proceeded as
planned.
We were to meet at 7:00 p.m. and spend the night together. As I
reached the exit and located the motel it was 6:40. I was
somewhat apprehensive that I may be too early, perhaps even
beating her there. As I approached the very large, three
story motel I immediately spotted her car parked near the lot
entrance. I grinned; Sarah had thought of everything. I had
easily detected in our e-mail that Sarah was a highly
intelligent woman. I would not have to drive around searching
for her car.
FROM SARAH:
***I arrived extra early for various reasons, one being the
fact that he may show up early. The other being that I
needed the time to prepare. The lot was relatively empty.
I had my choice of parking spaces.
Being early I parked next to her car and sat there for a few
moments, smoking a cigarette. It was a beautiful day. We had
a couple nice, warm spring days last week and last Tuesday
when Sarah and I met, it was unusually warm and sunny for this
time of April. I looked at the motel. It looked like a nice
place. It was large and stately. Many windows pointed toward
the lot where I sat and I wondered if Sarah might be at one of
the windows monitoring her car to watch me enter it for the
envelope. It would be unfair if she allowed herself to
evaluate me before I had the chance to see her. I doubted she
would do that. Finally, the suspense was overcoming me and I
decided to follow her instructions, enter her car and read
what was in the envelope. As I looked into her car window,
the envelope sat conspicuously on the passenger seat. I
opened her car door, took the envelope and locked her car. I
went back to my car and opened the envelope. Inside was a
greeting card with a design on the front which related to some
element of our e-mail conversation. I grinned. "I am liking
her more and more already," I thought to myself.
FROM SARAH:
***After parking the car, I retrieved the card from my bag
and placed it on the seat in plain view. I wondered at
what his reaction would be.
I opened the card and inside was her typed note to me plus a
little motel receipt slip which showed her room number. It
was on the third floor. My eyes looked up and scanned the
third floor level windows to see if a female face were at one
of them. I did not see any. Then I read the contents of her
note:
> "Good Evening, Mr. Baker :)
>
> GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT! :)
>
> When you arrive at the door, knock twice, wait 30 seconds and
> enter. Once you are inside, immediately remove all your
> clothes and proceed towards the bathroom, where you will then
> see the back of me. Do whatever is necessary to get the
> front of your body against the back of mine. Once your arms
> are around me, I will turn around and reveal myself to you.
>
> Oh yes.....the "catch" :)
>
> I want you to tell me...EXACTLY what you are thinking...and
> what you are feeling...from the minute you open the door...
> until the time that our bodies are pressed together.
>
> Since it would not be fair for you to be in this predicament
> alone, I will answer any question you direct my way.
>
> "Are you feeling a touch of anxiety, yet?"
> :)
As a matter of fact, I was not feeling the anxiety I had
expected. I was *very* amused at the note. This was a woman
with class and with a sense of humor and with a very vivid
imagination. I was now, less than ever, mindful of her
appearance. Her soul was what I was after.
I was also amused with her fantasy. It was actually pretty
close to what I had anticipated. This was obviously a woman
who wanted, this one time, to be *in control* of the
situation. As a male this has never bothered me. In fact, in
matters sexual, I have found that when the woman is given
total freedom she responds so hotly it makes sex almost
unbelievable. I was loving it already.
I looked at my watch. It was only 6:45. I decided to enter the
motel and get myself out of the parking lot. Just in case
Sarah might look out the window at some point, I figured I'd
reduce the likelihood that she'd see me there.
I entered the lobby and walked to the elevator and soon was on
the third floor. Room 321 was right next to the elevator
alcove and I passed by the door. It was silent. I noticed
that the room was oriented in such a way that it faced toward
the lot. Based on the orientation and where the car was
parked she could have been looking out the window. It was
early and so I took the elevator back downstairs, lit a
cigarette and walked back outside into the sunlight. I walked
under the entryway verandah and out into the lot and looked up.
Nope, she couldn't see her car or that part of the lot from
her window because the large verandah structure blocked the
view. I walked back inside and finished my cigarette and
looked at my watch. It was 6:50. Time was going horribly
slow. I went back to the elevator and returned to the third
floor. The elevator doors opened and my heart immediately
began to pound. I looked down at my shirt and it was
fluttering like it was being blown by a sea breeze. I walked
hesitantly toward the door and knocked twice. I looked at my
watch and watched 30 seconds tick off and my heart was
pounding about three times a second. I placed the key into
the doorknob and turned.
FROM SARAH:
***At 6:30, everything was in place, I was ready and
patiently waiting. The time went by slowly as I refered
to the clock often. Wondering if he had arrived, if he
had retrieved the note, or had he changed his mind. I
checked the clock again; it was 6:52 and a knock was
heard. My heart began to pound with excitement. I got
into position as I heard the opening of the door.
The lights in the room were off except for the entryway light at
the door. There was a sweet smell in the room and a post-it
note on the bathroom door. The note told me to remove all my
clothes and then to enter the bathroom.
"Hello!" I tried to exclaim calmly and enthusiastically. No
doubt the enthusiasm was there but I was both alarmed and
amused at how my voice quivered. "So you want to know what
I'm thinking, huh?"
FROM SARAH:
***His voice sounded the same as it did on the phone. Soft
and yet very masculine. My heart raced as I began to
answer.
Sarah's voice, which I had spoken with by phone twice, was very
sexy and she spoke so softly from inside the bathroom I could
barely hear her. "Yes, if you don't mind."
"Oh I don't mind." I was struggling to get out of my clothes as
fast as I could. With a shaky voice I continued, "I wish I had
worn a jump suit!"
"A jump suit? I don't understand."
"Yes, I mean it would be much quicker to get out of my clothes
if I had worn a jump suit." Somehow I had the feeling that my
attempt at humor was failing. "So," I ad-libbed, "tell me
what *you* are thinking."
"My heart is pounding!" Sarah spoke again very softly with her
words echoing inside the bathroom and exiting through a small
crack in the slightly opened door. The light inside was out.
My voice was shaking badly, affected by my jumping diaphragm, and
not knowing what to say next, I tore off the last pieces of
clothing and placed my hand on the door knob. "Okay, I'm coming
in..."
FROM SARAH:
***The moment had finally arrived. I was going to feel his
body against mine. I could not believe the speed at which
my heart pounded. I took a deep breath and told myself,
"This is it!" This is the feeling I wanted to achieve.
The exhilaration of the heart, the mind and the soul, all
combined and racing at full speed.
I slowly opened the door and expected to see her standing there
with her back to me. "Turn the light on," she almost
whispered. I could not see her and when I turned the light on
she was not standing there as I had anticipated.
Around a corner to my right was a jacuzzi and as I took one step
forward, there, huddled up to the far side of the jacuzzi in a
fetal position with her back toward me, was Sarah.
She had her head down in her folded arms and her body folded so
that her chest was up against her thighs. She was huddled up
toward the wall which was a huge mirror behind the jacuzzi.
The sweet smell I had noticed upon entering the room was
bubble bath. The water and bubbles reached a level just below
her waist.
I expelled a gust of air, sort of like, "Wheeeeww." Sarah, at
least from this vantage point, was beautiful. Her body was
trim and just slightly muscular. Her dark blonde hair was
curly and full, cascading down to her back to just below her
neck and shoulders. A pretty tattoo of a cut rose graced the
back of her left shoulder.
"Come and sit behind me," she said softly and I detected just a
hint of quiver in her own voice. I walked to the jacuzzi and
sat down behind her. Her slender backside was pressed against
my chest and groin as we sat in this position.
"Mmmmmm," I gasped, "you are beautiful."
Sarah lifted her head from her arms and looked into the mirror
and into my eyes. She smiled. She was a goddess.
FROM SARAH:
***As I lifted my head and looked into the mirror, I saw his
face for the first time. Surprised at my luck, I couldn't
help but smile. He was a very distinguished looking
gentleman, and he was mine for the night!
"Can you feel my heart beating against your back?" I asked.
"Yes, I can, Jim," she whispered, "and mine is beating out of
control too."
FROM SARAH:
***His heart seemed to be beating throughout his body. I was
glad to know that he was experiencing the same feeling as
I. I wanted to reassure him that I too, was excited.
My hands had been caressing the sides of her shapely torso and
legs as they were folded together before me. I moved my hands
to her chest to feel her heart. She leaned back toward me and
took my hands, placing them below her full breasts and I could
feel her heart pounding. She twisted to face me and we smiled
at each other and kissed warmly.
FROM SARAH:
***His lips were soft and well tuned. His hands gentle and
persuasive. I began to feel the changes in my body as it
went through a series of stages, from extreme excitement,
to a warm arousal, to a heated passion as our hands and
lips eagerly begin to explore each others bodies.
Sarah's beautiful lips were like moist, sensuous cushions pressed
against mine. Her face was beautiful and her lovely hair curled
in tresses, augmenting her facial qualities. Her eyes were
beautiful open and lovely closed and she alternated opening and
closing them as we kissed and began to explore with our tongues.
FROM SARAH:
***My head was turned and my body twisted. As the passion
began to grow more intense, it was becoming increasingly
more difficult to maintain the contorted position. I
wanted to see him....all of him....and I wanted him to see
me.
She and I were twisted into an awkward position sideways in the
small jacuzzi and she softly recommended we move to a more
comfortable position in the foamy water. I smiled at her when
she asked to be on top and I lay down into the water as she
straddled with her knees beside my hips.
Sarah's entire body was as beautiful as her face. As she
positioned herself over me I admired her endowments. Below her
face and hair was a beautiful chest, adorned with ample and
enticing breasts but they were not "gargantuan." Her nipples
and areola were dark tan. Below her breasts her tummy was flat
below her lowest rib. She had a cute navel that, at some time,
I wanted to explore with my tongue. Sarah's legs were slender
and long with a pleasing amount of muscle. Sarah had told me
that she has worked out with weights and it was obvious to my
eyes that she had been truthful. Even Sarah's feet were
beautifully formed and proportioned. As I watched her position
that body over me I realized I was going to enjoy exploring
every square inch of her. I also felt a strange feeling of how
fortunate I was to be with such a lovely woman when I had
absolutely *no idea* what she might look like ahead of time.
FROM SARAH:
***As he lay in the water, I began to lower myself upon
him, I was then able to view him completely. His body was
slender, his skin light and the hair on his chest, just
beginning to show a hint of grey, was not massive. He was
not built like a 25 year old but he had taken good care of
himself. I have always held an attraction for older men,
yet somehow this man was different. Though most would
probably say he looked his age, through my eyes he didn't
look a day over 30. I was becoming more and more enchanted
with him and I prayed the night would never end.
When Sarah positioned her torso slowly over my now enlarged
penis she grinned broadly at me with a devilish smile. I am
sure I grinned back and knew that she was going to cause me to
cum in rather short order. I knew I could recover and had a
fleeting thought that I hoped I could "keep up with her"
throughout the night and give her the pleasure she so obviously
desired.
FROM SARAH:
***As I rested my weight upon him, I slid my hands up his
chest, leaned forward and presented him with a kiss. From
our previous writing, I knew he was very experienced and I
suddenly began to wonder if he would be dissappointed with
me. Not wanting to dwell on it, for fear that it would
show, I erased the thought from my mind and tenderly kissed
his lips once more.
The water began to slosh in the jacuzzi as she began to thrust
slowly up and down. I placed my hands on her curvaceous hips
and guided her in her gyrations. We looked into each others'
eyes as she slowly humped me. The warmth of the water and my
partial submersion kept me from exploding too quickly and Sarah
closed her eyes and began to humm and moan in her soft voice.
Her skin flushed just slightly, her eyes were lightly shut with
her lids fluttering and her lips separated a little as she came.
She kept up her rhythm and I then felt my own orgasm pounding
deeply from my own gut and into hers. She leaned forward and we
embraced and kissed again. It was gentle and slow. I had a
feeling things would get hot and furious later. They did.
FROM SARAH:
***I didn't expect to reach my peak so quickly. Due to the
excitement of the situation and the fact that he was
pleasing to my eyes I had no control.
"Let's dry each other off," I suggested as we stepped from the
jacuzzi tub. I handed her a bath towel and took the other one
in my own hands. Sarah started by lightly rubbing and blotting
my body with hers until I was dry and then I did the same with
hers. As she dried me I was pleased at her soft cooing, broad
smile and admiration that glowed upon her face as she inspected
my body. It is wonderful to be appreciated, especially by such
a beautiful woman as Sarah. I had absolutely *no* trouble
appreciating Sarah's lovely body as I toweled it dry from her
neck to the soles of her feet.
FROM SARAH:
***As I began to place the towel against his body, I noticed
his true height and his broad shoulders. As my eyes began
to wander the length of his body standing before me, I
began to think of how nice it would be to lay by his side
with his arms wrapped around me.
We took each other by the hand and walked to the bed. Sarah went
to her bag and took out a bowl of fresh strawberries and white
grapes and we layed down beside each other to partake. Both of
us lay on our stomachs looking at each other, stroking and
caressing each other and picking up the fruit and eating it.
We made small talk about the wonderful "insanity" of this
fantasy-come-true. We laughed as we described what our feelings
had been: the adventure, the thrill of fear, expectation and
heart-pounding raw excitement. I moved the crystal bowl of
fruit from the bed to the night stand so that we would not send
it accidentally flying and took Sarah into my arms and we kissed
again.
FROM SARAH:
***As we began our simple conversation, I was amused as how
his sense of humor remained refreshing without the
computer between us. We laughed and joked and as he took
me in his arms my heart began to flutter.
Sarah's kisses were so sweet. Her lips were tender and her
breath had a natural freshness. Sarah rolled partly on top of
me with one leg across mine and my hand, which had been rubbing
up and down her slender back began exploring her lovely bottom
...the hills and valleys. Soon, my hand touched her most
fruitful valley and I felt the warm moistness of her juices there
which lubricated my fingers as they explored her. I could feel
the outer lips of her vagina, moist and tender. Her pubic hair
was curly and trimmed short. As my fingers "found their mark,"
reaching over Sarah's thigh, she began to kiss more passionately,
silently begging me to make her cum again. Soon she was writhing
on me and against me and making light, short moans as my fingers
worked.
FROM SARAH:
***His hands moved like a gentle wind, knowing just where to
touch, and how long to stay.
"Mmmmmmmm, ooooohhh, your hands are good..." she sighed softly
with her eyes closed.
"Musician's hands." I smiled. I am a musician and she knew it.
Now I was playing another instrument and I wanted to make this
instrument sing.
FROM SARAH:
***As my arousal again began to heighten, I wanted him. All
of him.
It wasn't long before the instrument of Sarah's soul was singing
jazz, mellow jazz as she came. Her movements were fast now and
with some urgency she rolled onto her back and without either of
us saying a word I entered her. Her eyes were closed and her
brow slightly furrowed almost appearing to be irritated and her
mouth was broadly smiling with teeth gleaming. It was beautiful
and exciting to watch her face as it contorted in pleasure. The
pleasure was evident and it amused me how a woman's face, at the
height of pleasure can almost seem to show a look of pain. Her
hands pulled my hips forward into her. She wanted me deeper and
she wanted me more forcefully thrusting into her. She wanted me
to fuck her.
As I thrusted deeply into her she swung her hips down to thrust
upon me as much as the position would allow. Her urgency now
was peaking. We were slamming our bodies into each other and my
penis now, hard but not ready to cum yet, felt like it was
reaching up into her midsection. Her eyelids fluttered and she
groaned gutterally as her orgasm returned but neither of us
wanted to stop. She brought her legs up, with her knees
approaching her chest and I straightened up and grabbed her feet
to guide her and I to our deepest penetration possible. I did
not know how many times she was cumming but it seemed to be a
rather rapid and continual succession. It had not been long
since I had cum in the jacuzzi but I felt another orgasm lightly
knocking to get out from my middle. It was not a "gusher" and I
couldn't know if she felt it. I kept on keeping on and
remembered how Sarah had told me by e-mail how much she liked to
wrap her long, slender, muscular legs around a man's neck and so
I took her feet and interlocked her heels behind my neck as we
continued our "slam dance." This position brought me closer to
her aroused face and breasts which I kissed passionately.
FROM SARAH:
***He was deep within me and I was very aroused. It had
seemed as though he had control over my whole body and I
felt my muscles contracting as the juices continued to
flow.
Sarah relaxed and brought her legs down and my tongue moved down
her body starting at her lovely mouth and down, down, down until
eventually I was in position to eat her. I admired her trimmed
patch. It was darker blond than her hair and in tight little
curls. Sarah's taste was wonderfully sweet and her aroma was a
fresh, exciting and musky perfume. Each woman's aroma is
different and Sarah's was refreshing as it reached my flared
nostrils. My flicking tongue explored her outer regions as my
arms reached underneath her thighs and my hands caressed the
sides of her breasts. After my tongue entered Sarah and tasted
her sweet and moist inner tissues she soon had what I call a
"screamer." I loved the sound of her otherwise soft and refined
voice as it made uncontrolled, rasping animal sounds. Her torso
bucked before me, making it difficult but quite pleasant to keep
up with her spastic and broad tremors. I found that as long as
I kept on licking, she kept on cumming.
FROM SARAH:
***My mind was in a state of unconsciousness as my internal
organs raced with excitement. Could he possibly know what
he was doing to me? My body began to writhe as I felt the
oncoming rush of my orgasm. Yes, he knew what he was
doing and he loved every minute of it and so did I.
Afterward we were smoking cigarettes as she layed upon me and
fingered my chest hairs. When the cigarettes were snuffed she
said, "Now, Jim, I am going to return the favor."
She quickly kissed down my chest and I knew what she meant and
where she was going. When she reached her destination she was
artful. Her luscious lips and tongue were sending shocks of
electricity througout my body but my ammunition was already
spent. She worked and worked and I was enjoying it immensely
but had to tell her that my batteries needed to recharge.
The night continued and continued. The lovemaking never stopped
except for a couple cigarette breaks and stops to drink the
spritzwater and Snapple Iced Tea she had brought. The images of
lovemaking seem, for me, to blend after that. We enjoyed
a variety of positions and I especially remember the beauty of
her cut rose tattoo and the shape of her back and pear-shaped
butt and the flying curls of her hair as we did it "doggie
style." Later in the night we were having to smear a soothing
lotion onto the burning flesh of our sexual parts. Finally,
around 2:00 or 2:30, after seven hours of almost constant
lovemaking, we were both becoming tired. We kissed and embraced
as we turned out the lights to sleep. I don't know about Sarah
but I fell asleep quickly and deeply.
FROM SARAH:
***I drifted off quickly and slept very well. Awaking some
time before him. Realizing where I was, I turned to verify
that he was still there. I rose quietly from the bed,
grabbed a smoke and went to the window. Opening the
curtain, the morning sun danced through the window. As I
stood there, occassionally glancing back to watch him
sleep, my mind began to slowly wander back to the day it
had all begun. I thought of how I hestitantly answered his
response to my "Partyline" posting, and then, after only a
few writings, I began to look forward to his daily notes.
I thought about all the things we had in common and how I
felt the first time I heard his voice on the telephone.
Wanting to be at his side when he awoke, I returned to the
bed. Just as I slipped back under the covers and began to
think about the night before, I noticed his eyes begin to
open and I couldn't help but smile.
Checkout time was noon and we had placed a wakeup call for 10:00
just in case. When I awoke, the sunlight was shining into the
window. Sarah was lying next to me awake and said she had
awoken about a half hour before me. We made love briefly and
somewhat sorely one last time.
As we dressed I saw Sarah in clothing for the first time. I
looked at her and smiled. She was shockingly beautiful naked but
now, for the first, time I was seeing that she was also "an
eyeful" fully clothed. I mean that if I had seen her walking in
a crowded mall I would have been *quite* distracted. I helped
her pack up her things and we took the elevator down and went to
our cars. At her car door I kissed her and told her good bye.
Then we drove off into the morning.
FROM SARAH:
***As we neared our vehicles, it occurred to me that the
fantasy had come to an end. After doing what I had done,
most men would be apt to pin a label upon me. I am not
loose by any means and Jim understood that. I do not
feel cheap, shameful, or quilty for spending the night with
a man I had never seen prior to this meeting. I had known
before approaching him with the idea that he would accept
me for who I am and not pass judgement upon me for having
a fantasy and wanting to fulfill it. He was a true
gentleman from the time we met until our goodbye kiss.
As I drove down the interstate I couldn't help thinking what a
wonderfully erotic woman Sarah is. By erotic I don't just mean
beautiful and I don't just mean that she is a hot lover.
I mean erotic in the sense of her mind and soul. I admire her
ability to fantasize and her deep desire to make a fantasy come
true. Those qualities are usually "reserved" for the male of our
species. The admiration was similar to an admiration for finding
a woman who can split wood with an axe or close a high level
corporate sales deal. It is sexy...very sexy.
FROM SARAH:
***As we went our seperate ways, I couldn't help thinking of
what a wonderful man I had found. It isn't often I have
come across a man of his caliber, a man with so much
gentleness combined with true masculinity. It is such a
rare find. And should I wish to fulfill another fantasy,
he will be my first choice. For unlike other males, Jim
understands the wants and needs of a woman. And for this
one night with him I shall remain eternally grateful.
"Thank you Jim, for a fantasy fulfilled." :)
<<THE END>>
A POSTSCRIPT FROM JIM TO SARAH: Thank you, Sarah, for *having*
the fantasy in the first place and for having the sense of
adventure to carry it out. Also, Sarah, thank you for being
beautiful - inside and out. I indeed feel fortunate to have met
you and even more fortunate to have had such an evening.
A POSTSCRIPT FROM JIM TO THE READER: If you are a male, Sarah's
words might teach you. Sarah is unusual in some aspects of her
sexuality but not in her general desires to be an "instigator"
and a "participant." Allow your lover freedom.
If you, the reader, are a female, do not be ashamed of your
sexuality or your fantasies. Express them; live them.
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