Tag: Fantasy

The train thunders towards London and you feel a frisson of excitement as the destination gets nearer. After months of chatting online, you are finally going to meet Sara in the flesh.
It’s weird, you think, this girl knows everything, more than some of your oldest friends and yet you haven’t even talked on the phone, only online.
You met on a true crime forum, and clicked straight away. Soon, you were chatting privately, first about cases and bitching at the other people on the forum, and then about everything and anything. You moan about your husbands, kids, work and (lack of in your case) sex lives.
It was when you were talking about sex one night that she told you about her experience with another girl, years ago when she was just 18. She met a girl at a nightclub, after losing all her friends. She had taken ecstasy and been drinking and ended up back at this girls house and they spent all night fucking. Sara said it was the best sex she had ever had. A one off but still the most exciting. You were fascinated and can’t get it out of your head. You can’t help thinking about it, it excites you and lately all your sexual fantasy’s have envolved you and Sara, you have never had lesbian fantasies before this.
It’s all in my head, you think, not one time has there been any flirting or sexual innuendo. I mean she does flatter you, tells you you are gorgeous and that he’s lucky to have you, when you are moaning about your husband ignoring you, but that’s it, that’s what friends do though, right?
You get off the train, jump on the tube and head to Baker Street where you have arranged to meet in a pub near the Sherlock Holmes museum.
You walk in and spot her, she’s there already, bottle of wine on the table and 2 glasses. She jumps up as you approach and gives you a massive hug. “Omg, I can’t believe we are finally meeting” you sit down opposite her and she pours you a glass “cheers!”
She is wearing a denim dress, with buttons all the way down, which clings to her curves. One button too many is undone and you see the swell of her breasts and a flash of black lace from her bra. ‘Stop!’ You mentally tell yourself off.
You chat, and drink and finally order some food. An hour or so passes and you haven’t stopped talking, it’s like you have been friends for ever. She is attentive, looking at you all the time, little touches to your arm or your hand as she chats. She has a way of looking at you that makes you feel amazing.
“So, hows the sex life then? Any better?” You take another gulp of wine “nope, I just can’t be bothered anymore”. “You know what you told me? About your lesbian experience? I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t know why, just found it so exciting” you stare at your wine glass instead of looking at her.
You feel a soft stroke on your hand and look up. She is staring at you. “I know why you can’t stop thinking about it” she says softly “why do you think I told you about it?” You swallow nervously. She is holding your hand now, her fingers circling your palm. “I think we both want the same thing?” “I like you Kate, I think we have a connection” Her eyes bore into you, full of lust. “I booked us a room, just round the corner from here, just in case. I couldn’t be sure if you felt the same, but it’s there…..if you want it…” she pauses.
“A room?” Oh god you think, am I ready for this? Is this what I want? It was fine when it was a fantasy but reality?
“Have I shocked you?” She gives a throaty giggle “I’m going to go to the Loo, have a think and let me know when I come back. No drama if you don’t want to.”
You watch as she sashays to the toilets, she must know you are watching her every move.
Fuck! You feel slightly lightheaded, but so……turned on. And nervous. What if I am a rubbish lesbian?
Sarah comes back and slides into the seat next to you. “Well”? She runs a hand along your thigh “want to get out of here.” “Let’s go” you hear yourself saying.
You both knock back the last of your wine, and head outside. You follow her as she leads the way, neither of you speaking until you get to a innocuous looking hotel in the next street.
You wait nervously in the lobby as Sara speaks to the receptionist and comes back, 2aiving a key card. “Let’s go”
You follow her up the stairs and you both enter a plain looking room on the first floor. She sits down on the double bed and kicks off her shoes. A bottle of wine sits in a cooler on the table. You stand awkwardly, not sure what to do. She pats the bed, “come sit down” you do as she says. You stare at each other and then she leans over and kisses you, softly and gently at first and then desire takes over and you are urgently snogging each other. She pulls away, you moan, disappointed. She gets up and pours you both a glass of wine. “We have all afternoon” she says “let’s take it slow and get to know each other properly”
“What if I’m no good? I’ve never done anything like this before? You mumble, embarrassed
“I’ve only done it the once. But sex is sex, we just do what feels good, right?”
She unbuttons her dress and let’s it fall to the floor, revealing matching back lace bra and panties. She stands in front of you in her underwear and slowly reaches down and starts to unbutton your blouse. She slips it off your shoulders and then starts to caress your breasts through your bra. She kisses the soft flesh on your neck and at the top of your breasts and then her finger finds your nipple through your bra and circles it and then pinches very lightly. You groan and pull her towards you kissing her hard. She unclips your bra as you kiss and then strokes and pinches your nipples before taking a breast in her mouth and licking and sucking your erect nipples. You moan and sigh with pleasure.
“When was the last time someone made you cum” she demands. “A long time ago” you groan “I have to please myself”
She pushes you back on the bed and slowly pushes your skirt up round your waist. She strokes your legs and then plants small feathery kisses on the inside of your thighs. You moan as she gets closer and closer to your already wet pussy. She starts to stroke you through your knickers rubbing the material into your clit. It’s feels so good, you can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. “Please” you beg her “touch me please”
You pull your knickers down yourself, wriggling out of them.
She parts your legs and then slowly and deliberately licks her fingers. She touches your clit with one wet finger and gently taps it into your already swollen clit. She gently inserts and finger into your pussy, sliding in slowly and out again, then touching your clit. Rubbing gently then fingering again. It’s sensational, you moan with pleasure as one finger becomes two, same process, sliding in and out, deeper each time and then circling your clit, then sliding in again, your pussy so wet for her. Then three fingers, then four. Her movements get faster and deeper the more you moan, god this feels amazing, you haven’t been this turned on for such a long time.
She is fucking you with four fingers when you feel her tongue touch your throbbing clit and you almost cum straight away. She licks and sucks you whilst pushing fingers in and out, deep and forceful movements in time with your writhing and moans of pleasure.
You hold on as long as you can but soon you are at the brink and as if she can sense it, her licks get faster and you cry out as the waves of pleasure explode deep inside and you buck against her fingers and face. She carry’s on, pushing her face deep into you whilst your pussy throbs with ecstasy.
She comes up from between your legs, her mouth glistening with your juices and pulls you towards her, you taste yourself as she kisses you , cupping your face.
“Was that ok?” She grins mischievously
“OMG that was fucking amazing” you stammer breathlessly “I’ve never cum like that before”
She kisses you again and presses her body up against yours.
“Well we can do it again” she whispers “we have all afternoon”