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.
You are wearing the clothes you had laid out. A white see thru blouse with only one or two buttons done up, with your very sexy shelf bra visible underneath. Below, you have a very short skirt – schoolgirl style, and a tiny black lace thong underneath. Your hair is long and let down, and you are wearing your glasses for effect. You take no notice of me at first, as you have already started to enjoy yourself on top of my motorcycle – you are sitting backwards on the seat, with your feet up on the passenger foot pegs, and laying back against the tank and handlebars. In one hand you caress your flat stomach and breasts through the sexy top, and with the other you have pulled up your skirt, and have several fingers exploring inside your sexy g-string. You are moaning slightly, and do not stop when you notice me watching. You close your eyes, and I begin to take some sexy photos of you, as I know you are putting on a show for me – posing for the camera. Then you open your eyes, and sit upright, straddled backwards on the seat, and beckon me to you. I can see how wet you are and it turns me on to have you take such an effort to arouse me.
When I am close enough, you begin to rub the engorged bulge in the front of my jeans, and you cannot take your eyes off of it. When you are satisfied with my firmness, you begin to unbutton my pants and continue stroking me through my briefs. Then you pull them down to expose my hard cock and begin to lick me slowly. First with long licks, then taking the head of my penis into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head of my member. You take the camera from me, and take some photos of your own, then you pull up my briefs and tell me to take off just my jeans, leaving me in my t-shirt and small briefs. Then you beckon me for a longing kiss, and tell me that you want to put on a show for me, as you hand me back the camera.
You start by turning around and facing forward on the bike, and making sexy, seductive poses for me. Arching your back and looking over your shoulder. Arranging your hair. Mostly you stare straight into my eyes, but often you close them for effect, or play with licking your lips or making other sexy gestures. As I walk around you taking photos, you begin telling me how you'd fantasized about this for a while, and how you want me to fuck you in various positions on my motorcycle. You ask if I would mind obliging you, and of course I don't mind at all.