This story is dedicated to allicat93, who encouraged me to post it. XO, Alli.
(Last summer I made a motorcycle trip down to visit a friend on the State side of the border. It was a long 10 hour ride back north, and on my return trip to Vancouver I had a lot of time to just think – you're kinda captive in your helmet like that on those long rides. One of the things I was thinking about was an erotic fantasy about my very hot younger girlfriend, so I wanted to share it. I wrote this with her in mind, so it's written for her as the audience - enjoy)
In my fantasy, you are coming over to my place on a Saturday afternoon, and I'm running a bit late after working in the yard all morning, so I'm late taking a shower and shaving, and I'm still in the shower when you get here. You knock on the door to let me know you are here, then tell me you'll be upstairs once I'm all cleaned up. Before you go, you peek inside the door, and stand there watching me lather myself and shower for a while. As I soap up, the knowledge that you are watching me gets me aroused, but you give me a wink and retreat before I can suggest that you join me.
When I come upstairs, I don't find you anywhere, so I put on some clothes, and when I come back down to the kitchen I notice that you've left me a note. "Meet me in the garage, and bring these", the note reads. Beside the note are my digital camera, and the new latex toy that I got for you. Instantly my mind is turning like mad, aroused and wondering what you have in store for us. I turn on the camera to check the battery, and notice that you have already taken a few photos in the kitchen and on the couch. One is of you naked, close up, with one hand cupping your breast, and perking your nipple between thumb and forefinger to make it swell to erect. The other is of the couch, and on it is a sexy short skirt, bra and panties that you have arranged for me to see – but now there is no evidence of these garments in the room.
I'm already imagining you wearing the sexy outfit, and I waste no time heading out the door to find you, but can't help but wonder why you've chosen to entice me to the garage, when there is a comfy bedroom available.
When I reach the garage, I notice that the curtains are all closed, and there is some pulsing music playing inside, which I recognize as your Lady Gaga (which is starting to grow on me, btw). I slide open the door, step in, and close it behind me, then part the curtain to get a good view of what you have prepared. The sight leaves me instantly straining in my jeans.