Who is she? Let me tell you a little about her and then tell you about two small fantasies I have.
First of all, she is a Lady (capital 'L'). She has graced me with her talent, her works, her pictures, her voice, and her company. Believe me! She's a lady! She, herself, has many names. She has shared with me some of her pictures and she is gorgeous and 'stacked'.
As I've said, she does fit her name. She is beautiful, mature, tanned, intelligent and her face and body are more than just fantastic. Personally, there's no one else I'd rather hear of, see or talk with... not because I want to read what other people say about her talents, but because I want to know more of her. I've always been rewarded by word from her or even more... by photo.
Her breasts are so perfect, like firm ripe peaches surrounded by the most delicate skin... perfect for a warm cheek, and lip. Her nipples are long and perfectly shaded... to take one into my mouth is an ultimate fantasy. And, breasts may be the first high points (pun intended) below her lovely face, but her body goes on, and on, and on.... She has those perfect, soft, flat 'abs' that we all want to enjoy. A tummy that is the softest perfection... to rest weary lips and head upon. Proceeding further 'south' is the natural tourists' destination... a soft mound above two of the most sensuous lips that guard the entrance to pussy.
When those lips are opened and that soft hood is raised, a tasty morsel is available to tempt the most serious palate. I dream of warming it further, caressing and 'spanking' it softly until it is rigid and swollen... and then surrounding it with my lips and drawing it slowly into my mouth to gently suck, roll with my tongue, slide within my lips and graze so gently with my teeth. My dreams continue as I scrub it with the firm flat of my tongue and then slowly fold back her lips and inner folds to expose the curved delicate bottom where I explore fully with that same flattened tongue.
Slowly I begin a sensuous 'tongue fuck' (I apologize for the crudeness but it fits my desires) and bring my fingers up to help. My hand reaches under her to softly fondle her cheeks and then they part them to expose that other soft entry. Slowly I lubricate the fingers of each hand from her moistened pussy... and tease myself. When thoroughly lubricated, I bring one hand to my lips, and waiting tongue, and taste her sweet syrup before returning for more lubricant. I share with her and then descend once more...
I begin a soft exploration, one finger at a time, into each of those two waiting entries to passion... my one finger slowly circles and lubricates before entering and exploring in its expedition to the back. My other hand's fingers slowly tease and then enter her pussy and circle wide to stretch and massage each point around it's entry and I gently work downward and inward. I feel her hips responding in their urgency and a soft sound echoes from her mouth.
Both hands are busy now as my tongue returns to her clit. My hands and mouth are busy, but my mind is still picturing those full, warm nipple capped breasts that lie only inches above.
My two fantasies? I can provide a simple description of each, but the actual, fantasies are much longer. Perhaps if there is interest, I will write more later.
We've all seen those chairs that hair stylists use. They are soft cushioned marvels that swivel and tilt back. They have wide seats (perhaps wide enough for two? Almost!). They have armrests and footrests that make them quite enticing to a prurient mind.
I imagine myself as her hairdresser (not gay by any stretch... lasciviously and strictly hetero) when she enters the shop for her weekly 'do'. Her perfect dark hair is my favorite and I enjoy every inch, but still not as much as I enjoy her. Today she is wearing that tight, pure white button-front blouse that hugs and deviously caresses her wonderful breasts. Below, she is wearing her black, kid-leather mini skirt, and high, black heels. Her calves, too, are mouth-watering as she walks.
I seat her and my eyes rape her, lingering at every spot. I have always dreamed that she wears nothing under that skirt... how could she? There isn't a line to mar the perfection of her hips, thighs and sweet-rounded ass. It is hot out and she has unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and I have the most perfect view of the magnificent cleavage between her breasts... touched by tiny glowing beads of perspiration. Her nipples are challenging the white fabric and perfectly observable. My mouth is already salivating as I swallow before welcoming her with my choked voice.
I seat her and take her order... and my groin is already feeling the pressure of a firm demand. I stand over her and inspect her hair prior to the shampoo. I rotate the chair and her body swirls close to mine. Her head is aligned as I slowly tilt her body back above the basin where the warm water is already running. I stand at her side and lift her hair before lowering it into the sink. The water circles in the basin wetting her hair... the way I want to circle and wet her clit.