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Internet Fantasy 1/3
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.
Start of Part 1 of 3 of Internet Fantasy
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Internet Fantasy
You and Susan had just arrived at your motel near Disneyland.
The Sandman, it is within walking distance to Disneyland, but that did
not matter because you had driven your car anyway. A week earlier you
had suggested to Susan that you wanted to get away, and have a short
vacation, she was also thrilled by the idea and immediately she planned
the trip. She reserved the room, purchased 2 tickets to Disneyland, even
found out about a tiny theatre near by that was going to put on a play.
The get away was only supposed to last 4 days, one day to drive
down, one day for Disneyland, they next day for sight seeing and the play
and then the drive back. Little did Susan know, you had one other stop
planned. There was no way you could tell her about your other stop.
You know how jealous she would be if you ever spent any time with a guy.
You needed a way to be alone so that we could meet. We decided to 'fake'
a chance meeting between us.
At the entrance to Disneyland, I waited impatiently. Only having
a picture of you did not seem to be enough to be able to spot you in a
crowd. Luckily I am very tall and I stand out in a crowd, you spotted
me first and you steered Susan towards me so we could 'meet'.
When I saw the two of you walking together hand in hand I then recognized
you from your picture. My first reaction was of shock. I couldn't
believe it, right here in front of me was one of the cutest women I have
ever seen, and already we knew almost everything about each other!
Just having the knowledge about you and Susan, knowing such intimite
details between the two of you, and best of all Susan didn't have a clue
as to how much we knew about each other. You walked up to me and said
'Excuse me, do you know what time Disneyland opens?' and with a much too
rehearsed reply I said 'Yes, uhm, I believe at 10:00' and looking at my
watch I finished 'It is only 9:00 now, you have about an hour to wait.'
With a practiced smile you then respond 'Thanks alot, we are new here and
we are so excited about being in Los Angeles!'
Then you two walk away, that was all we had planned for our first
meeting. Later in the day (at precisely 3:30 actually) you were going to
tell Susan that you wanted to spend a couple hours shopping for a present
for her to show your appreciation that she had planned this trip.
Our second meeting was better planned. Once you got away from
Susan you were to head to a pay phone and call me. I was waiting at a
pay phone just outside of Disneyland. When the phone rang, I nearly jumped
out of my skin. Could hardly believe this was it, finally after months and
months of talking to you through letters, email, and some phone calls,
we finally were going to have a chance to talk to each other. Again the
phone rang, my mind had been racing so quickly going over every possible
way I could say hello, that I had not yet answered the phone.
'Hello' I barely croaked. 'Its me Kate, umm, ok well I got away, and I am
at the phone now.' you reply. 'Ok cool, are you ready?' I ask. 'Uhm, I
think so, as ready as I can get.' you giggle into the phone. 'Ok, come to
the entrance, I am waiting here.' is my answer. 'Bye' you say, 'Bye' I then
hang up.
Just a few minutes later I see you walk out of the theme park, a
few bags in your hands, and your coat slung over your shoulder. I pull
up in my truck and hop out. I open the door for you and take your things.
Putting them in the back seat. Then for the first time ever we are standing
right there, in front of each other. No computer link in the way, nobody
snooping, no one to stop us from the hug that we have waited so long
for.
I immediatly wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me.
There is one universal sexual attractant in this world and that is
smell. All higher species use smell as a way to attract mates. As I pull
you into my arms I suddenly learn why that is. The mix of hair spray, and
perfume (Poison, it smells like..) and your natural smells form an erotic
aroma that overpowers me. Without hesitation I run my hands up your back
and cup them behind your head. You tilt your head back into my hands, hair
spilling out thru my fingers, finally we look into each others eyes. Of
course I begin to push my face gently towards yours. You lean into my body
pushing yourself against me, feeling muscular arms holding you up, and
firm hands against your back and neck. Lips touch, that familiar warm
sensation crosses your lips. Pushing against me, you try to get even closer
your nails lightly scratch up and down my back. I softly stroke your face
along your chin line while using my other hand to squeeze the back of your
neck.
Quickly we realize that this isn't the most private place to spend
an intimate moment. So with a quick giggle we break apart from our first
embrace and jump into my truck. The drive to your motel room is over too
quickly, the nervousness has built up to a point of explosion. Our talk
is mostly limited to 'How was the drive here?', 'Oh it was fun, tiring thou.'
'Well how was Disneyland?', 'Oh its fun, lots of things to do and see.'
We enter your room and you sit down on the bed. I take a seat on
one of the typical orange chairs that motel rooms have. The small talk
continues, as we both try to get over the nervousness. We never did really
talk about how far we could carry this fantasy, I am afraid of being to
foreward, and you're afraid of disapointing me. So for a few awkard moments
we just stare around the room, looking at nothing in particular. You
break the silence by saying 'Would you like something to drink?', 'Sure.'
I reply. Then to your embarassment you realize that you have nothing in
your motel room. We each feel the need to continue the hug that we
started
outside of Disneyland. So uneasily, I stand up and move over next to you.
That is all the ice breaker you needed. Again you wrap your arms around my
neck and push yourself against me. I respond by holding you snugly and
massaging your back. 'Your feet must ache.' I tell you. They sure do hurt
you now realize, so you say 'They do. Would you rub them?'. Happily I
oblige, and slowly I remove your shoes.
Then I begin to firmly rub at the soles of your feet. I sit
indian
style at your feet, while you position the pillows so you can recline but
still see me. Both of your feet are resting in my lap. Firm pushes into
the soles of your feet soon bring you some satisfaction from the foot
rub.
Massaging the heel, and the ball of your foot. Lightly running my
fingers
over the tops of your foot, careful not to tickle you because I dont want
this to degenerate from the pleasure we both are receiving into a tickle
fight. I lift your foot up to my face and rest it on my shoulder. Then
with a practiced stroke, I run my hand slowly from your ankle up your leg
towards your knee. Stopping on the calf to squeeze your smooth skin.
I kiss your ankle, and lick around your foot. Taking your sock
into my mouth, I then pull it off of your foot. Painted red toenails?
Pretty, I like that. I take your big toe into my mouth and chew gently
on it. Scratching my teeth along the underside. Rolling my tounge between
your toes, sucking at them. Still my fingers are working your sole of your
foot, pressing in harder and harder. Pushing the fingers deep into your
flesh of your foot. Trying to work the tension out of each muscle.
For the first time you realize that I have broken that line of
friendship. The way I am touching you is no longer the way a close friend
would touch you. Its the way only a lover can touch you. You feel a
warm tingly feeling creep all over your body, most noticeably between your
legs. Your body is feeling hot and excited. The smell permeates the air
there is no way you can hide that. I look in your eyes, knowing that
you are excited. You know that I can smell it also, and you just grin at
me, knowing how that scent must turn me on too. But I turn my gaze back
to my task at hand, touching you. I want to feel your legs, stroke your
back, massage your breasts, lightly tickle your sides but not quite hard
enough to make you burst out laughing.
Your foot is still in my hand, the warmth of my hand feels so nice.
So again I start licking your ankle. Stopping only long enough to nibble
at your skin. After massaging your calf, and working my way up to your
thighs. I stop there, again not knowing how far you really want to take
this. You look down at me with a wanting look. Stroking your thighs,
lingering longer on the inner thigh. Pushing my hand up as high on your
inner thigh as I think I can get away with. You are feeling so very excited
now, you can not believe I havent ripped off your clothes yet. The wetness
between your legs has now grown, at first it just soaked your panties,
now they are sopping wet, and its seeping through onto your shorts.
I make a bold move and rest my head between your legs. My face
right on top of the wet spot of your shorts. Turning my head to face you
I can see the wetness growing even larger as you anticipate what im about
to do. Im hesistant to go any farther and you sense that. Quickly you
reach your hands down to me and place them on the back of my head and push
my face into your crotch. I inhale your scent. The smell drives me wild.
My erection grows even larger as primitive brain functions take over.
There is only one thing I can thing about now, and that is tasting you.
I breathe as deeply as I can, trying to suck the moisture from your shorts.
Your legs come up and wrap around my back, your hands push from the back
of my head. My nose crunches up against your shorts. Open mouth, I try
to lick, but find nothing more than soaked shorts. Again you push my head
against you. Hips are bucking, the pressure of my face against you is
driving you mad. I am going wild from the smell, and not being able to
lick at you, but obviously giving you pleasure just from the pressure.
I try to speak, to ask you to remove the shorts, but my face is being
pushed in so far, I can hardly breathe let alone speak.
The grinding has sent waves of pleasure across your body. Your
bucking hips never cease to stop. Flood after flood of juice comes from
your body. You begin to moan and cry out something, but with your thighs
pressed so tightly against the sides of my head, I cant understand a word.
I reach a finger up the sides of your shorts finally, and I am able to
slide them to one side. Doing the same with your panties. Then at last
I get a taste of you. The musky scent, the warm juice, slicked down
hairs, puckered lips waiting to be licked. Just when I think im going
to get my delicious treat, you ask 'Please Alan, scoot up here and hold me.'
'Kate, I will do that for you.' is my reply, as I move up to take you
into my arms and hold you.
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End of Part 1 of 3 of Internet Fantasy
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