Who said fulfilling a fantasy is hard?
There is an alley behind my house. it is quiet but still occasionally traversed by the residents who live there. I had plans for that alley, just as I had plans for Sonia.
The day had been magical and the dinner -at the local ramen shop- was delightful. She told me that she was staying a block away at a hostel, so as we parted ways that night, I told her to keep her phone to hand.
It wasn’t long before we were texting in between our various domestic duties. At 10pm my phone lit up. *”Are you alone?”*. Then quickly followed by *”Bored. I can’t sleep”*.
*”Are you up for some excitement?”* I typed back.
*”Could be. . .”*
taking a minute to formulate my plans, I began tapping furiously.
*”Ok. In 15 minutes come to the alley behind my house. Wear the least amount of clothes that you feel comfortable in. You will not speak unless directly asked to. If you agree to those conditions, then say yes, and the clock starts”*
the message sat there read for a minutes before a response finally appeared.
*”Yes”*
15 minutes later I am at the entrance to the alley and I see Sonia turn the corner. Her hair is up in a businesslike ponytail. she has a coat on and her brown boots. I am mildly curious to see if she has anything underneath, but I assume she has a slip on. (i love that slip)
Sonia looks at me expectantly as she gets close, and before she nervously greets me I reach out my hand and simply say “follow me”. we walk a slight way in the alley to a slight occluded spot. “stand against the wall” I say as I move her to where I want her to be, before toying with the buttons on her long coat.
“Stay still and look at me” I whisper as my fingers work each button while maintaining eye contact. As the final button is undone, I run my hands around her waist, stepping up to cup her lovely buttocks through the slip (I was right!). I am especially excited that I can detect nothing under the slip.
Without any further preamble I slide my hand around under her slip. The slight smile on her face as she registers my surprise that he has shaved a landing strip for me is quickly replaced, by slack jawed pleasure as I slide two fingers inside her.
The slight noises of patrons walking out of the nearby pub become muffled by the sounds of her breathing as my palm is pressed against her mound and my fingers move insider her, slowly in and out. Her expression remains the same but her eyes take a desperate pleading look as the pressure builds.
we can hear voices of people stopping at the entrance, and Sonia’s head turns to the sounds. I do not stop my magic fingers from delving deeper, exploring, rubbing. Her breathing becomes ragged and I can feel her weight pressing against me. Still she is being very good by abiding by the terms of our arrangement.
“Look at me”
Her eyes dart back to mine, intent as I now use my thumb to slowly grind against her clitoris. I love her expressive eyes. she’s close and I am so hard.
Now comes the moment of truth, I have a choice.
1. I can withdraw my hand. I really want to feel her luscious lips wrapped around my cock and something tells me that she would enthusiastically sink to her knees if I asked, just to re-experience the pleasure that is currently coursing though her body
2. Finish what she came for.
I opt for the latter, and curl my fingers while increasing my movements. Sonia’s eyes close as the first wave hits her; then the second and third. She shudders, and is still. She thinks we are done. I step even closer and increase my ministrations. She is so sensitive that her eyes open and close wildly and she grasps my arm. Her second orgasm is rapidly building on the foundation of the first one.
It takes no more than a minute before she sinks her teeth into my shoulder to stop her from crying out and her weight bears down on me as her legs weaken.
I withdraw my hand slowly, making sure to rake her clitoris one last time eliciting an involuntary shiver from her body.
“fuuuck”. The first coherent words that have passed her lips since the beginning.
I give her a cheeky grin, before pulling her coat closer together to button up. “Let me walk you home. . . “
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/oa7e39/the_alley_behind_my_house