Barbara was 29, married and had found herself surrounded by a very happy and comfortable life. She had many interests and friends. She had a loving and supportive husband whose income meant that she had no need to work. They made satisfying love on a frequent basis.
All the same, she wasn't quite sure why she kept imagining herself straddled across the thighs of a naked woman. She wasn't sure why she always appeared to be in the midst of an intense orgasm, with her head back and a deep moan coming from her lips. And there was no way that she was comfortable with the fact that the woman under her had her hands tied together to the top of the bed.
Overall, she felt quite disturbed by this vision, but every time she thought of it, she felt warm inside.
Barbara had never had any sexual experience with any women. She still hated communal changing rooms and the implicit comparisons that were made there. Not that Barbara had any need to feel embarrassed, being an attractive brunette, whose slim figure could still capture regular glances from strangers when she was out in public. She did not go out of her way to seek attention, never dressing outrageously, but she always liked to buy nice things for herself.
The thing had started just as an idle thought, that had seemed to pop randomly into her head, but as more and more time progressed, she found the image was becoming more and more compelling in her own mind and found herself filling in additional details as she let the picture linger in her thoughts.
Pushing herself up the bed, letting her thighs slide to either side of the woman's face. Letting the woman's tongue lick across her clitoris, slowly at first, letting her feel the intense power of the wet flesh push against her most sensitive bud. Feeling the tongue move faster, jabbing against her, stimulating her to higher and higher ecstasy. Letting the girl roll her tongue across her nipple and squeeze it between her teeth, producing a sharp gasp of joy.
She found herself more and more often, lying in bed long after her husband had gone to work, imagining that her fingers were a small wet tongue gently exploring the folds of her sex, until she felt herself coming with a small moan of pleasure.
She still loved her husband, Steve, passionately and they still had glorious sex, but sometimes as she laid under her husband feeling him push inside her, she wondered what it would be like to be on top.
Finally, after about two years from the first time she could remember thinking about the mysterious woman she finally cracked and decided to do something about it...
She set about planning how she could make it happen. She had said nothing to Steve, as she had always felt embarrassed about her vision, but now as she formed her plans, she decided it would be easier if he knew nothing about her plans. This would not be difficult as he worked regular hours and was never around during the day.
She then began to think about who she would have. Steve and Barbara lived in a small street with a number of neighbours who were around during the day. There were three or four women who tended to be around as she was but there was one who she thought would be perfect.
Sarah Hendle was a black haired woman in her mid thirties who was reasonably attractive but who was beginning to fade with age. She had also starting putting on a little weight. Not too much, but enough to signpost the way that her body was heading into middle age.
Barbara wasn't sure why she had picked her; she certainly didn't look like the woman in her mind, but of all the people she knew she just thought that she could be her fantasy woman.
She plotted her campaign carefully. She had waited a long time and was prepared to be patient. She was also very cautious, knowing that an embarrassing refusal could destroy her, costing her friends and possibly her husband.
She started spending more time talking to her whenever they happened to bump into each other. She took care to always have some interesting conversation and tried to find out little snippets of information about her. Soon Sarah was coming round for morning coffee on an irregular basis and they would find themselves talking across a large number of topics.
For Barbara, each session would end in frustration that she would need to relieve later on her own in her bedroom, but she was determined not to push Sarah too early. She found herself growing more and more obsessed about her friend and was finding her whole life was revolving around the coffee meetings.
Gradually, the topic of sex began to appear on the agenda, slowly at first but then more regularly and to a greater and greater degree of detail. They gossiped about the rumoured sexual exploits of mutual friends, they discussed the merits of various sexual practices and had begum to share intimate details about their own lives.
Finally, Barbara felt that they had reached the point of no return and so that morning, she initiated the master plan. She had worked the detail out in her mind for weeks and weeks and had begun obsessing more about it than her fantasy.
She had found herself shaking with excitement that morning as she got dressed and had needed to bring herself to orgasm, frantically jabbing at her clit, before putting on the new underwear she had bought for the special occasion. She wore a long flowing dark skirt to leave herself accessible for what she desperately hoped would happen.
Sarah arrived at the usual time, dressed casually in a woolen pullover and tweed skirt. They took their coffee in the lounge and chatted over the usual topics. Gradually the topic came round to sex, as it now regularly did. Barbara asked Sarah if there was any act or fantasy that Sarah had always wanted to try out. Sarah smiled weakly. Although within the spirit of their previous conversations, this was a new area. "I do have one" she replied "but I'm not sure I want to tell you. Its not something I've ever told anyone".
Barbara looked disappointed. Inside she was quite devastated, thinking that her long weeks of planning were coming to naught. "However" Sarah continued, "you tell me yours and then I'll tell mine". "Promise?" asked Barbara. Sarah nodded solemnly.
Barbara took a deep breath and began. She told Sarah all about her visions and her need to take complete control of the young woman lying naked and bound on her bed. She told her how she needed to fuck that woman - she used the word explicitly - and take orgasm after orgasm from her. Sarah sat spellbound as Barbara described the depth and richness of her vision.
Sarah gazed at her for a few moments and then shifting slightly to look directly into her eyes, asked the big question "And who do you think this woman might be?" Barbara paused, feeling her heart pounding wildly inside then answered "I'd hoped it might be you"
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Sarah was sitting on the edge of her neighbours bed, dressed in only her bra and panties, feeling somewhat bemused. She had been surprised by Barbara's confession, but not to the point where she had felt the need to get up and walk out. Barbara hadn't heard her confession yet and while she didn't think it quite as extreme as this, she knew that if she ever wanted it to come to fruition she needed Barbara’s help. Fortunately, whilst she gave in to Barbara, she need not have to find the courage to speak her desire out loud.