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Erotic Fantasies
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Erotic Fantasies We both like story-telling, so from the early days of relationship we have made up erotic tales for each other - some of which we have published on amazon, under the name PhiloSophie!! (called Sex On The Go, if you are interested!) Just to give you a sample here is one of the stories - written by Sophie. It’s an early summer morning. By the time I wake up you’ve long since gone to work and your side of the bed is cold. I roll over and squash a note that you’ve left on your pillow. “Good morning! I trust you slept well. No rush to get up, but when you do your outfit is hanging up on the wardrobe door. Meet me at the<b> library </font></b>at 1pm; You'll need to go to the third floor..” The Library?! Why on earth the library, and what on earth is on the third floor Neither of us are the type to do libraries but I’m intrigued and more than happy to follow your instructions. A quick glance at the wardrobe shows me your choice of outfit. Although it doesn’t look like much. A plain white blouse, a short tight black skirt, black holdups and bright blue bra and thong. There’s some weird wire dangling from the hanger and on closer inspection it’s an earpiece for my phone. My mind whirling with possible thoughts I shower and dress according to your instructions. The thong sits snugly between the cheeks of my backside and the bra does extraordinary things to my already impressive cleavage. It’s one of those that does the “plunge” effect and as I button the blouse I can see why you’ve chosen it. It’s very visible through the cotton! The skirt fits as snugly over my backside as the rest of the outfit and I turn to the mirror to get the final effect. Wow! It’s unexpectedly sexy. I’ve dug out a pair of high heels as well and they help my posture, sticking my bum out and my tits up. I add a bit of make-up, fix the cable to my phone and head out into town. In your chosen outfit I feel sexy and I can’t help by sway my hips as I walk along the road. Feeling the cool breath of the air on my bum cheeks adds to the feeling and I’m soon tingling with excitement. The<b> library </font></b>is busy and there’s a gentle hum around the building as I walk in. I feel a little bit overdressed as most of the customers are either student types or older people in twinsets and beige. I climb the stairs, faintly aware of the shortness of my skirt but there is nobody following me and I eventually find myself in a very large room, full of racks and racks of books – obviously! As soon as I walk into the room my phone rings and there’s a nasty “ssshhh!” as I’ve forgotten to turn the sound off. “Turn right, and head down towards the theatre section,” your voice tells me. I look around, and although there’s about twelve other people in the room, I can’t see you. I do as you tell me, following the shelves with my fingers although I’m not really paying any attention to what they are. “I can see you’re wearing what I told you to. That’s good. I can see the blouse and skirt, and yes, the bra too; but how can I be sure you’re wearing the thong?” I don’t reply, partly because I’m not sure how to answer but I’m also wary of making any noise. “Take a book from the bottom shelf. Bend over, show me you’re wearing everything I told you to”. Taking a deep breath, I do as you say, bending down from my waist to look at the books on the bottom shelf. I hear a slight intake of breath on the phone, “yes, I can see you’re wearing it. Good girl! It looks as though you can follow directions. Lift your skirt a bit, let me see a bit more.” I glance around, and let my fingers crawl to the hem of my skirt. Slowly I lift it higher, wriggling my bum slightly to help with the tightness of the fabric. Most of the other people seem to be getting on with their business, but as I look behind me I see that someone has noticed what I’m doing; they’ve seen my arse too! I straighten up suddenly, embarrassed and aware that my skirt has risen even higher now. I try and act normally, but I’m feeling aroused and embarrassed at the same time. We’ve talked about fantasies like this before; of me doing your bidding, but I never thought we’d do it for real. And certainly not in public! Although – my thong is undeniably wet and I can feel my nipples hardening against my bra. “That was nice” your voice says quietly in my ear. “I liked seeing your arse. It’s a pretty thong; that’s why I chose it. But I think I’d rather see all of your arse – uncovered.” What do you mean? I want to ask, but as though you’ve heard my thoughts you whisper, “remove your thong. And then your bra. No need to hide; do it right where you’re standing.” I turn around slowly, cursing my position; right at the end of a rack of bookshelves and directly in line with the main door. Oh my! Inhaling a deep breath and then another I slide my fingers under my skirt. The waist is quite high and I have to lift my skirt almost completely over the level of my pussy to get to the fabric beneath. Slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself, I slide the fabric down my legs. It gets caught for a moment between my thighs and I have to wriggle slight to release them. It falls to the floor and I step out of it. I look around again; I think I’ve got away with it. “Leave them there, and your bra too.” you tell me and I draw in another breath knowing that someone could find them and know I’ve got nothing on beneath my very tight skirt. It’s a heady feeling, and a thought my pussy is squirming over. I go to remove my bra now – I can do this easily; unhooking the clasp at the back and then drawing the straps down my arms through my blouse sleeves. Then it’s just a question of pulling it out from the blouse and I’m free of it. “Now, undo some of your buttons – two more should do it.” I do as instructed and the tight fabric undone allows my breasts to fill the space – the blouse acts like a corset, offering up my cleavage to whoever wants it. My nipples are hard; they’re tight and rubbing against the cotton. I can feel them with every movement however slight it is. “You’re doing very well” you assure me, “but whilst I’m enjoying this, I think we should share with the other customers; don’t you? Go and have a look at the books – as many as you can. Make sure people see you; no sneaking off into quiet corners. Do you know, I can see your nipples through the blouse?” That means other people can too! I swallow – I feel pride as well as trepidation. Taking a final look at my electric blue and unmistakable underwear lying on the floor I walk to the door – just as a group of three male students come in. There’s an uncomfortable moment when we both try and go to the same side of the corridor, then we all move to the other. I laugh and smile and walk past them, my pussy pulsing at the close call. I turn back and one of the boys is looking back at me. I smile, trying against to act normally. He smiles shyly back at me, and then he glances down to my tits. His eyes dart back to mine and then back again – as though checking he can still see them clearly outlined against my white cotton. I turn away and walk down another row of shelves, purposefully choosing a line where there are a few people; I’ll have to push past them to make my way to the other end. I can feel eyes on me, I like it. I’ve gained a bit of confidence now, and I’m swaying my hips more as I move. As I reach the end of the row, the student is there, scanning the shelves with a book in his hand. “He fancies you, can you tell” I nod as I hear the words. “Tease him a bit; go on. Go to the other side of the aisle and pick up a book from the bottom shelf. Let him have a good look at what you’ve got on under that skirt”. My heart is hammering, and as I pass the boy I glance up to make sure he’s watching me. Sure enough, his eyes follow me as I go to where you tell me. Bending down, I scan the shelves, feeling my pussy lips open as I do so. There’s a rush of cool air on my body and then “Touch yourself!” a pause whilst I process the instruction. “No, not your pussy; touch your breasts. Put your hand inside your top and feel your breasts” My hand does as you say without hesitating. With the buttons open I can slide my hand in easily and as I close my fingers around one of my nipples I breathe out in relief. They’re so hard and ready for attention. “Is he enjoying the view?” you ask. I look back at my student and sure enough, there’s an obvious bulge in his jeans and his eyes are fixed on my backside. “Of course he’s enjoying it. It’s a fine view. Are you enjoying this? I bet you are. Just how wet is your pussy now? Soaking? I expect so. Shall we find out? I want you to put your hand up your cunt, and lick your wet fingers. Let him see you.” I stand up straight, and his eyes follow mine as I do so. I lean back against the shelves and let my hands tease the hemline of my skirt. Slowly, carefully, I raise my skirt to show him my pussy and my other hand goes to burrow between my legs. My mouth opens wide as I stick my finger inside. It goes in so easily; I’m so turned on. My finger comes out wet and glistening in the fluorescent light of the<b> library </font></b>and I put my finger into my mouth and suck; all the while my eyes on his. I smile at him. He stares back and so I put my finger back inside my pussy; again pulling it out to suck it dry. Very aware that I’m in a public library, I beckon him over. He hesitates for barely a moment before coming to stand in front of me. I point to his crotch; it’s straining against his jeans and I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to cotton on to my instruction to show me his cock. His widening eyes tell me he’s understood my request, but he’s reluctant to comply so I have no choice. I pull my skirt up even higher, and show him my pussy lips. Finally, he starts to unbutton his jeans, reaches inside and pulls out his cock. It’s large, ready for action, and there’s a shine of come at the head. I lick my lips – I can’t help it; I’m so turned on by what you’re making me do. “Touch it” you instruct and I do exactly that. Wrapping my fingers around his hot hard cock I squeeze my fingers gentle, making him moan. I put my finger to my lips to keep him quiet but have to slap his hand away as he reaches out to my pussy. “Let him feel your breasts” you tell me. But how?! I lean towards him, and press my chest against his. My nipples are so hard that he must be able to feel them rubbing through his t-shirt. I start to stroke his cock, running my fingers up and down the length of it, feeling the heat radiating from him. “Now leave him like that”. The poor boy. I turn around and walk quickly away, letting my skirt fall back into place as I move down another line of bookshelves. “That’s good, you’re very good at being obedient. Now, I want you to go and find me a book; something you think I’ll enjoy. It’s on the top shelf. You’ll need to use the step ladder I expect.” I look around to find the shelf you mean, and see it at the far end of the room, opposite to the door. I walk towards it, aware of how wet my pussy is, how hard my nipples are, and also just how high my skirt has risen. There’s nobody in the way this time, and I find the step ladder; it’s quite high – five steps and I take careful steps in my heels as I climb to the top to reach the shelf. Steadying my feet with one foot on the top of the ladder and the other on the step beneath, I look at the books on the shelf. They’ve all got covers on them and as I open one I gasp in surprise. It’s labelled as pornography. The book I’ve picked up is a photographic record, and as I flick through the pages the images get more and more graphic; there are girls draped over beds, on sofas and chairs; some have clothes on, but most are naked and showing off their bodies with complete abandon. There is one image I keep turning back to; a girl, with large breasts and long dark hair, naked but for a pair of thigh high boots. She’s lying on the bonnet of a low-slung car, smiling and obviously enjoying herself. Her legs are slightly open and you can see where the light has caught the juice shining on the inside of her thighs. Suddenly there’s a hand on my thigh. I grab hold of the ladder and look down and there you are! My heart is beating with adrenalin but I smile – I’m very pleased to see you. “Stay up there” you whisper. “What are you looking at?” I show you the picture, and you nod, liking what you see. “Would you like to do that?” My eyes widen and I nod – oh yes! Your hand glides up my leg, between my thighs and into the wet cavern of my pussy. God it feels good. I grab hold of the book to stop if falling but lean back to let you get better access. I’m past caring if anyone can see us. “You’re very wet. Have you been enjoying yourself?” I nod, eager to hear what you’ve got in mind. “Come over here and show me the book” You lead the way to a small room which looks as though it was previously a store cupboard. There are no windows and the door is open. There are tables around the edges and a few chairs. Having staggered down the step ladder, I hurry after you. You take the book, putting it down on the table as close to the doorway as possible. “Have a look through it – show me what else you like.” I start to flick through the pages, slowly so that I can enjoy what I see. There’s two girls together on a fur rug – I pause for a while to look. Then I feel your hands on my hips, and your thumbs slide under my skirt, pulling it right up to show my pussy. “Keep looking” you tell me and I turn the page as I hear the arousing sound of your zipper lowering. The next image is the same two girls – in the bathtub this time; one of them has the shower extension blasting water up the other girls cunt. I can feel myself cream at the idea and then I feel your cock against my naked thighs and I part them so you can put it inside me. Next page, and there’s a pretty blonde flashing her naked backside as she walks down a busy street. You start to thrust your cock into me. Next page, and it’s an underwater image; a girl swimming in a pool without any clothes on. Your hand snakes around to play with my clit. Your hands come round to my chest and you unbutton my blouse to feel my breasts. Anyone passing the doorway can see us – I don’t care. I turn the page. A different girl – beautifully curvy and lying stark naked on a large kitchen table. She’s surrounded by three men who are eating food from her body. It’s a double page picture and I keep looking; there is so much to see that arouses me; Her nipples are coated in the remains of whipped cream, and I point to it to show you as you take hold of my own nipples and squeeze. The girl’s legs are open and it looks as though someone has stuffed a banana into her pussy. There’s a man happily eating his way into her cunt and I can’t help but squeeze my pussy muscles as I think of the possibilities. I hear you groan and so I do it again, turning the page again. I can feel an orgasm rising inside me, and your cock is driving into me – our bodies are pressed so tightly together, your cock feels as though its going to explode inside me. “We’ll do that one next” you tell me and I look down as the climax floods through me. Desperately trying not to cry out, the image is implanted on my mind as I come; two girls, on their knees side by side. They're kissing. There’s a man there too – his cock is embedded in one of the girl’s bottoms – right up to the hilt. The other girl is playing with herself – her fingers thrust inside her cunt just waiting for him to take her. With a final groan and thrust you come deep inside me, panting hard and holding tight as your cock pulses inside my pussy. We’re both breathing hard, and I can’t help but look to the doorway, half expecting to see an audience of librarians watching us but there’s no one there. Slowly, and quietly we right our clothes; I button my blouse back up and pull my skirt down to a more decent level whilst you zip yourself back up. We walk out of the room, past the pile of my underwear and I stop to pick it up. “No, no… leave it there. Someone else can enjoy it. Let’s find the main desk and borrow this book. We can use it for some ideas.” There’s come dripping down my legs as we head back downstairs, and big wide smile on my face.  |
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what an incredibly hot story. you write very well. i will have to check out more of your stories. most do not get me hard but yours definitely did. thank you
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