I’m poly and currently locked down away from a partner. I wrote down a recurring fantasy I’d been having for them and wanted to share. I enjoyed writing it more than I’d thought, but this is my first post, so I’d like to hear what you think.
(Obviously, this is my fantasy and I wanted to be in it. So, in this scenario lockdown came in strict without any warning, and I’m left stranded at their house. This also means I only have the clothes I was wearing that day).
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You’re working on your laptop in the front office room, absent-mindedly staring out of the window. A woman running past catches your eye, fantastic ass. You lean forward to follow her as she goes past and just as she’s moving out of your eyeline she stops and bends over to tie up her shoe. You move forward quickly, not wanting to miss the show, and accidentally knock a glass of water over the desk, and your laptop, the glass rolls onto the floor.
You pull your t-shirt off over your head and start wiping up the water with it. I’ve heard the crash from the other room, and pop my head around the door, “everything okay?”. You look sheepish at the mess. I laugh and come in to help.
I’m wearing one of your white work t-shirts and no trousers. I have no clean clothes after all. It’s big on me and the shirt comes to the top of my thighs. I snatch your wet t-shirt out of your hand and learn over the desk to clear up the water. “It looks like you need some help with that” I laugh. You smirk at me, and then turn to move your laptop out of the way. I catch sight of the woman out of the window, she’s now stretching. “There’s an incredibly hot runner outside”.
You turn back at the sound of my voice. I’m stretched forward over the desk trying to look out the window. The angle has pulled my t-shirt up over my ass revealing a black thong that only just covers my cunt. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed” you reply, smiling at the sight of my thong and stepping back towards me.
You place your hand on my hip and one of your fingers slips into the waist band of my underwear. Your hands are wet, from the water, and I’m not expecting you to touch me (I’ve been staring at the woman, who’s now doing a forward fold in yoga pants). So, when you put your hand on me, I flinch, moving backwards. But I can’t move far, you’ve positioned yourself behind me pinning me between you and the desk. My ass pushes up against your crotch as you learn forward over me and grab the t-shirt out of my hand. “It look’s like you need some help with that”.
“I think I’m handling it just fine. But if you don’t need my help, I’ll leave you to it”, I try and push myself up off the desk, but your still leaning over me. I can feel the warmth of your chest through my shirt. The woman outside has moved into a forward lunge, she raises her arms above her head and her shirt moves with it. Her skin peeks out around her waist. I can feel your semi through your jeans, and I push my cunt back against it without thinking.
Your fingers in my waistband start to trace the outside of my thong, over my ass cheek. You move your hips back so that you can pass your hand over my cunt. You hear me take a sharp intake of breath and smile. My underwear is wet. “I thought you had work to do”.
Your try and make a joke about how I’m making things more wet than you, but I’ve realised your distracted and I take the opportunity to stand up, pushing us both upright. But you’re stronger than me. You drop the wet t-shirt and wrap your arm around my waist, pushing me forward so that my thighs are against the desk. I can feel you exhale on my neck as you breathe into my ear “where do you think you’re going”.
My t-shirts gotten wet from being pressed against the desk, you can feel it on your forearm and see it clinging to the skin on my tits. My nipples are erect. You think about the way I moan when you put them in your mouth, and it makes you hard. “I think we need this to finish tidying up”, you pull the shirt with one arm up over my head. It makes my tits bounce. Your other hand is still holding my ass, fingering the wet thong. “You did say you were going to help after all”.
“I do like to be helpful” I smirk. You’ve thrown my shirt onto the floor and brought your hand back up to my tits. Running a nipple between your fingers and twisting it gently. “But I do have work to do” I say. You’re not convinced by the tone of my voice, and you bring your hand up to my neck, brushing your fingertips over my collarbone. You kiss the back of my neck, running your tongue along my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t want to be a distraction” you mumble against my skin. You’ve moved your hand between my thighs, pulling my thong to one side. “If you don’t need my help, I’ll leave you to it” you grin. The woman outside has run off. Neither of us have noticed. All I can think about is your hand teasing me, your cock hard against my ass, and how I want to feel both. All you can think about is how wet I am, and how you want to taste it.
Your fingers are circling my cunt, you sense the anticipation and give in. Biting down on my shoulder and pushing two fingers inside me. I moan, moving my ass back against you. You feel my body tense as you pull your fingers out and around to my clit. “Don’t stop” I sigh. “But I thought you had work to do?” You act concerned and move you hand off my neck. “I wouldn’t want to take up your time”. I can hear you undoing your trousers. Bringing your hands to my hips you turn me round, lifting me slightly up onto the desk.
“I don’t think you need these for work”. You pull my thong down as your lowering yourself onto your knees, moving your lips along my inner thigh. “Everyone outside can see me”. You flick your eyes up at me “And?”. I hit you with my knee, moving you towards my cunt. “Do you want something?” You ask.
I put my hand on the back of your head and pull your hair slightly, then push your face towards my cunt. Your tongue feels amazing. You pull me closer to you, gripping into my hips. I start to moan, leaning my weight back onto the desk. My hand slips in the water and I lose balance.
You laugh and stand up. I can feel your cock hard against my thigh. Your smiling out the window. “What women’s back. She must be doing laps around the park”. I twist to look, and you flip me on to my front, so I’m bent over the desk.
I sense you hesitating, undecided. You slap me hard on the ass and then slowly push yourself inside me. I moan again. It feels incredible. You start to move yourself in and out of my wet cunt. One hand on my hip, pulling me harder onto you so you go deeper. You move your other hand around to play with me
My tit are getting wet from the desk. You can hear them slap against it. You move your hand from my hip to my tits, you can tell that I’m close. My cunt is getting tighter around you.
The women outside has stopped to stretch again, she bends forward into downward dog. “Fuck” I moan, you can feel my cunt tense as I ride the edge. “Fuck fuck fuck” I grip onto the desk as I come, pushing myself back up against you so I can feel you deeper. My whole-body shakes. I can’t catch my breath. And then it’s over.
You glance out the window and the woman outside catches your eye as she running off, smirking. “I think she was doing that on purpose”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gmcnwh/lockdown_fantasy_mf_first_person_vanilla_romp