The Champ

I don't know about you but I've always had one of those Fantasy Fucks—men I would love to have sex with that are famous. They are fantasy because the odds of me A) actually meeting one and B) having him agree to have sex with me are slim to none. I think my odds of winning the lottery are greater.

For the longest time Matthew McCaughnahey topped my list. I would even joke about him being my next husband after I divorced the first. Now that I've been married to my second for a while, Hubby and I joke about them and call them "Freebies." Good ole hunka hunka burning love Matt topped my list for a number of years. It has since evolved and someone else soon replaced him.

Hubby has his own list too. When we first got together I can't remember whom he had as his "freebie." Jennifer Garner became his number one for a while—before Ben Affleck claimed her of course. Lita (Amy Dumas and former WWE Diva) was his numero uno for a bit too. I believe she is back on top.

Mine would be none other than John Cena—average height, short blond hair, massive muscles. God how I'd love to just kiss him from head to toe—for starters. I've even had those realistic dreams where he and I were kissing. It felt so real that I woke up horny and needing sex.

The whole point of him being a fantasy is that I can lust after him and know that my fantasy will never become a reality. I'm happy with that. He's a nice fantasy of mine. A friend of ours gave us two tickets to see the latest WWE show that was coming to town. I think Hubby was more excited than me about getting to go see them.

The morning arrived of the match and Hubby received bad news—he was going to have to work that night and wouldn't be able to go.

"I won't go either," I told him. Ever the nice, loving man that he is he told me "You shouldn't miss it. I know you've been wanting to see a show for a long time and I have seen one before."

I wore one of John's older, black shirts with a pair of tight fitting jeans. They hid my lacy black bra and matching silk thong panties. With my signs and ticket in hand, I walked through the entrance. I had to get me a John Cena shirt since and soon found my seat. It wasn't the greatest but I wasn't in the bloody nose section either. Wow what a show. It was even better than what I had seen on the television. The crowd booed and cheered at the various wrestlers. Too soon and the show ended.

I made my way to the cordoned off area where the superstars signed various items—signs, shirts, skin. I was next in line to see John up close and personal. I felt like a schoolgirl my heart beating faster. Would I freak out and not say anything? Would he leave before it was my turn? Before I knew it, the teenage boy in front of me walked off.

Oh my God, his smile to me about made my knees buckle. I reached out to hand him my newly purchased shirt. "Will you sign this for me?" I asked, and spelled my name for him.

When he grabbed it, our hands touched. Sparks flew between us. My heart rate increased even more. His blue eyes met my blue eyes. I could tell he felt it too. He had his own marker so I left mine in my jeans pocket. As he handed it back, I thanked him and walked away.

After I walked out of the building, I looked down at my shirt. It was then I noticed I had a piece of paper attached it

. "Meet me at the side door in 15." Those 8 quickly scribbled words made my panties moisten. I couldn't believe he actually wanted me to meet him.

Should I do it? What about Hubby? Yeah we always talked about our "freebies" but we both knew that we would never really get the chance to meet him or her. I couldn't call him and ask what he wanted me to do. I decided I would meet him and just see what happened. I had no clue what he wanted and I was just jumping to conclusions.

After conversing with myself, I walked toward the side entrance. I was laughing as I almost got there because I figured John would know Lita and if nothing else I could find out if he could get me something for Hubby.

"I wasn't sure if you would meet me or not," he said. "Would you like a private tour of the WWE experience?" I nodded.

"Normally the crew would be breaking everything down, packing up and heading out tonight," he said. "We don't have a show tomorrow, so everyone is staying in town to get some rest."

"I see," I said.

He opened the door for me and I walked through with him following. His words and all I saw in the backroom area were but a blur. I was in too much shock at actually being with him to hear what he had to say.

When we walked into the arena through the superstar's entrance, WOW. It was amazing. Even with most of the lights off and it empty, I could almost hear the crowd cheering. What a rush to enter through here.

"I see that you get that feeling too," John said. "It's pretty amazing."

We walked down the ramp and he climbed into the ring. He reached out a hand and helped me up. Then he sat on the middle rope and I climbed into the ring. Most of the lights were now out except for a few scattered throughout the arena.

"The crew is leaving," he said. "We are alone. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"I'll be okay," I told him.

"You want me to show you some moves?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied with a huge smile on my face.

"Come here," he commanded. I walked toward him and he grabbed me at my thigh and underneath my arm. It felt so good. All I could think about was my lips meeting his. I wasn't prepared as he lifted me up and slammed me onto the mat.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" I asked through my giggles.

"Let me help you back up," he said.

He reached for my hand and I pulled with all my might and caught him off guard. He fell onto the mat beside me.

"Looks like you could teach me a thing or two," John said.

We both sat up on the mat. Our eyes met again and this time he leaned in toward me, his hand placed on the back of my brown curls. I closed my eyes as our lips met. He gently moved his lips on mine. I relaxed and leaned into him. When he darted his tongue into my mouth it was all I could do to not ravage him.

I twisted my body so we were closer. I slowly reached my hand and stroked the back of his shaved head. I'd always been a sucker for that military haircut. I loved the feel of the near stubble on my hands. A sigh escaped my lips. He reached up and grabbed one of my breasts through my shirt.

I moaned. My other arm reached around him and I slid it up underneath his shirt. He felt better than anything I dreamed. We both got on our knees and helped each other remove each other's shirt, our lips breaking contact as the shirts came over our heads.

We threw them to the side and began kissing again, with more urgency this time. My hands wrapped around his waist with his around mine. He again brought one of his hands to my breast and squeezed and kneaded it. I sighed louder. He raised my black silk and lace and when his hand touched my nipple I about came.

"Oh god," I sighed into our kiss. My hands ran up and down his taut back. He broke our kiss and his lips lightly touched my neck. His hands reached behind me and with a couple of quick moves, he freed my ample bosom from its silky prison.

When his lips trailed lower and lower, I couldn't remain on my knees any longer. I slid down sideways with my legs out beside me. He lowered himself and took one of my large, stiff nipples in his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head with both my hands and pulled him even closer.

It felt so good. I could feel my thin panties getting even wetter. He nibbled on the nipple then made his way to the other one. It was pure ecstasy. The way his full lips wrapped around my brown nipple made me want so much more of him. He kissed his way to my ear and whispered, "Lie back."

I put my hands on the mat and swung my legs out in front of me. When I was flat, he reached down and unzipped my calf-high boots and tossed them aside. He slid my socks slowly off me and nibbled on my red-painted toes. He slid his body up my legs and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

I raised my rump from the mat and he slid my jeans off my body. He saw my thin piece of silk barely covering my neatly-shaven pussy and smiled. He leaned down and kissed beside the thin strap. I about came off the mat. With his teeth he slid one side down my thigh then the other.

I parted my thighs. When his mouth brushed against me, I couldn't hold back any longer, I felt my pussy tighten and I shuddered as I orgasmed. Before he wrapped his teeth around the center of my panties, he lightly licked my clit, sending me over the edge even farther. When he pulled my panties down around my knees with his teeth, he used his hands to slip them off.

He started at my toes and kissed his way back to my moistened center. He nibbled at my thighs. My breathing increased the closer and closer he got to my moistened mound. With a mind of their own, my thighs parted even farther. John grabbed my hips as he buried his face. I rose up to meet his tongue. He licked and sucked on my clit before sliding his tongue in and out of my lips.

I began bucking against his face, my head turning from side to side. It was pleasant torture the way he sucked on me. Orgasm upon orgasm washed over me. I know I cried out at one point. Just when I thought I could take no more of this tantalizing torture. He let go of my hips and used on of his hands to part my lips. His tongue darted over my clit and slid deep within me.

"My god, John," I cried out. "I'm going to cum all over you." And I did. My juices spilled out of me and he licked them all up. When he felt me stop shuddering, he kissed my stomach, making a straight path to my face.

I could taste myself on his lips when he kissed me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it lightly. He moaned and deepened the kiss. I moved my tongue around his mouth.

We rolled slightly and I was now atop him. I deepened the kiss before I moved my lips to his ear.

"I'm going to let you know just how much you pleasured me," I whispered into his ear before nibbling on it. He closed his eyes and lay back onto the mat. My lips licked their way over his muscles. I sucked on his nipples. He grabbed for my hair, running his fingers through it.

I lightly bit his other nipple before kissing lower. I heard him suck in a breath, when my mouth reached just above the band of his jean shorts. I unbuttoned them and he raised his hips to help me slide them off. When I had them around his ankles, I slipped off his shoes and shorts and tossed them aside.

I too kissed my way up his body. I could tell he held his breath when I reached his boxer-briefs. I couldn't help but let a little laugh escape my lips when I saw he wore his own brand. I slid them off his hips and tossed them aside.

God, he was so gorgeous. His penis stood erect and waiting for my lips. My already-moist pussy got wetter at the thought of my lips wrapped around him. I slunk up him, my breasts rubbing over his legs the entire way.

When my lips brushed against the head, he moaned. I took just the head in my mouth and sucked—gently at first then harder and harder. My mouth took him all the way in and I licked around the base of his shaft before releasing him. I sucked on his magnificent manhood hard and fast then slow and easy. He began bucking against my lips. I reached and grabbed his balls, almost sending him over the edge.

He grabbed my short hair and guided my mouth to the rhythm he sought. I licked his penis like and ice cream, drinking up his pre-cum. Oh he tasted so good. I wanted more. My lips licked him up and down. My mouth moved on his cock. He was about to cum when he motioned for me to stop.

"I'm not ready for this to be over. Are you?" John asked. I shook my head no. I sat on the mat between his legs, my legs on either side of his waist. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he grabbed my waist pulling me even closer to him.

We looked at each other as our lips touched. I closed mine when he moved his lips over mine. I sighed and once again relaxed into him. I didn't notice as he moved my hips and positioned my pussy right next to his cock. He reached down and guided himself into me.

"Oh god," I cried out. It felt better than I could have ever dreamed it to be. I moved my thighs to take him in deeper. I wrapped my arms around the middle of his back and rode him hard and fast. I let go of him and put my arms behind me so I could grind against him. I felt my pussy tighten against him, my juices coating his shaft.

"God John, I can't breathe. You make me feel so good," I said.

"Let me help you up," he said as I scooted down. He stood and put out his hand. I let him help me this time. "Come here."

I stood up to him and he moved me toward the ropes. He had me face the non-existent crowd while he came up behind me.

"Lie over the rope," he commanded. I did. He slid his penis into me once again. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and fast. I couldn't help but scream and cry out. It felt so good having him buried deep inside me. I came over and over and over again.

"I'm going to cum," John said as he came inside me. He lay over me, his chest resting on my back. When he breathing slowed to normal, he released me and I felt his shaft leave my moist warmth. He turned me around and placed his arms on my shoulders.

"I want you to know I don't normally do this," he said. "There was just something about you when our hands met."

I nodded I understood. He stepped away from me briefly and brought back my discarded panties and bra. He knelt in front of me and helped me slide my panties up. He put my arms through my bra straps. Lifting my large breast and placing them in the cups, he reached around and clasped my bra. He brought back my socks and slid them over my feet.

Next he put my jeans on me and zipped and buttoned them. He next brought my boots and slid them over my feet before zipping them up. Before he brought my shirt over, he quickly put his clothes back on. With my shirt still in his hand, He placed his arms on my hips and kissed me.

It was a bittersweet kiss. We both knew this would be all we had. There wouldn't be another meeting between us. When our lips parted, he slipped my shirt over my head. He grabbed his shoes and we exited the ring in silence. He grabbed my hand as we began walking. The walk back up the ramp wasn't near as exciting as the trek down it.

When we reached the side door, he opened it for me. We stepped out into the cool night air.

"Let me walk you to your car," he said. Still hand in hand, we walked toward the car park. Mine was the only one left in the lot. He took my keys from me and opened my car door.

"This has been one amazing night," he said. "It's one I won't soon forget."

With that he briefly kissed my lips, shut my car door and walked away, glancing back just once as I put my car in gear to drive away.