Pam&zach Fantasies Indulged Sorta

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.

Fantasies Indulged...Sort Of....Part 1...

I had finished reading Gillian Anderson's book, "Want-Sexual Fantasies by Anonymous". For those not familiar, it's a collection of responses to a social media query she put out several years ago, asking women around the world to write to her expressing their deepest, and possibly darkest, sexual fantasies. No holes barred, pun intended. The risks they were taking by opening up, even if it was anonymously, and to peer into the deepest recesses of their sexuality and then put that all in words, was exhilarating for me to read. I was captivated by both the honesty and the frustration expressed in their letters. It was then that I realized I was only truly hurting and frustrating myself by not acting on fantasies of my own, if given the opportunity to do so.

Even though Zach and I have talked about, acted out and, if you've been following along, written about some of our sexual fantasies, this book had spurred me into digging even deeper into to my psyche, unearthing some that I either, buried deep or gave up on. With the renewed hopes of acting on these, I knew a forthright discussion with Zach would soon be taking place.

I started by asking Zach to read the book, hoping he would gain insight into the fact that women can be just as driven and single-minded and down-right filthy about sex as men can. I told him it might help understand me better and he was quite okay with that, because Zach being Zach, would do anything that I ask of him, short of committing a crime. Over the next two weeks I would see him reading it if he got home before me or if I had a late night out. He even took it to work, leaving it in the van, so he could read it while eating lunch. I was impressed, to say the least, but not surprised. Zach is as far from having toxic masculinity as any man could be. I think you may have realized that from our stories.

As I walked in from my bike training ride one Sunday afternoon, Zach was just closing the book and tossing it on the table.

"Finished it," he expressed. "It's really informative. Thanks for asking me to read it."

"Hey. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope I wasn't being too pushy about it?" I asked.

"Not at all. I think now I kinda understand you better in some ways. You know, like, I'm sure there's things we haven't discussed that you have rolling around in that dirty little mind of yours," Zach said, laughingly.

"Well, while you've been engrossed in those estrogen elevated essays, I've been looking for a way to tell you one of my darkest fantasies. After reading that book I finally realized that I should just let it out. You know, like pulling a Band-aid off. Zip! It's done," I admitted.

That seemed to perk Zach's interest. He motioned for me to sit next to him on the couch and turned to face me.

I bit my lip, hesitated a second and then started. "Okay. One fantasy I have been harboring is...how do I want to put this....that I'd liked to be stripped naked in some kinda public place and fucked while someone watches. And by someone I mean a total stranger. Not like K, you know?" I rapidly confessed. Zach's eyes went wide open and his jaw dropped just a bit. He didn't say anything right away and I could see him mulling it over in his head.

"Too much?" I asked, hoping for a positive response.

"No. No. Not at all. Just, we'll, it's nothing I ever thought you would want to do. That's all. I mean, I know you've been more eager lately to be naked in, you know, kinda public surroundings. But having someone watch while I fuck you, well, that's a much different thing. And it would be me fucking you, right? Not some stranger?" he asked me.

"Of course it would be you. And, I know you might think, well, you did bring another guy in once and while I was tied up downstairs, one of you fucked me and the other came in my mouth. But I was blindfolded and couldn't see who it was and that they were actually watching me," I explained. "What I want to do is something more like 'dogging'. Do you know what that is? Dogging, I mean," I asked him.

"Not sure that I do," Zach said, looking puzzled. "Like, doing it from behind?"

I tried not to, but I had to snicker, just a little bit. "No silly. Well it could be from behind, I guess. Anyway, 'dogging' is a term they use in the U.K. when people engage in sex in their cars at a park where other people can watch them. Usually it's at night, so they turn their dome lights on so people can see. Sometimes those watching even participate by jerking off while they watch, or sometimes, the couple even invites them to join in. I don't think I want that part, the joining in part I mean. At least not right now anyway. But I definitely wouldn't mind seeing someone jerk off while they watched me. I mean us, watched us. I think the term dogging came about by people doing it in parks or areas that they knew others might be out walking their dogs at night, but that's just a guess."

"Would....Would I have to be naked too," Zach worried.

I took his hand in mine, to assure him. "Only if you really want to," I replied. "And, it wouldn't have to be a park. It could really be anywhere public, you know. Like a parking lot. Or maybe even the drive-in movies. As long as I knew and could see that the person, or persons, were watching."

"I've seen videos like that, you know, that take place in porn movie houses. But, they all seem a bit skanky and scary, if you know what I mean. Really kinda seedy," Zach responded.

"Yeah, I don't mean a place like that. Too many people involved and I imagine things could get really out of hand," I remarked. I put my hand on his crotch, happy to feel that he'd gotten an erection from us just talking about it. I paused for another moment, giving Zach time to weigh things out before adding, "And it would really complete my fantasy if it happened when I wasn't expecting it. That would be the ultimate." And now the crotch of my cycling shorts was getting wet.

Changing the subject I asked, "Do you have something you imagine when you want to make yourself hard. You know, some scenario that gets you excited enough to jerk-off?"

"Since you mentioned the drive-in, sometimes I do think about that time at the drive-in when you got me naked, tied my hands behind my back and gave me a blow job, then made me drive home naked. You also said then, that the next time you wouldn't restrain me to the seat so tight so you could use a vibrator on my ass. I think about that night a lot and also about what the next time you do that might be like, you know, when I want to jerk-off."

"Oh shit, that's right. I do owe ya return trip. I'm sorry. We'll definitely be doing that soon," I promised. "I'm gonna get a shower to wash off all the sweat from my ride. If you want, come join me in the bathroom and we can talk more about that while I get cleaned up."

With that being said, I took off my shoes and socks, got up and headed for the bathroom, stripping off, first my Lycra top and then my sports bra, (which I wear when cycling so my nipples don't get chafed), and dropping them on the floor behind me, hoping for an enticing effect as I walked away. I turned on the shower, yanked off my shorts and was under the water for a couple minutes before Zach arrived. Sudsing up and rubbing my hands over my body, I did my best to exude an allure and sexuality as he looked at me while sitting on the closed toilet seat.

"I like to watch you do that," Zach finally uttered. Then, after a long pause and with his head down, he confessed, "Sometimes I imagine that you're just like that, you know, in the shower, doing what you're doing, pleasuring yourself and you don't know I'm there, looking at you."

"Is that also something you imagine when you masturbate? Something you fantasize about?" Definitely wanting to play along now, I rubbed my one hand over and under my pussy and my other over my tits as I asked him, "And when is that? When you're all alone? When I'm not home? And since I didn't know you were watching, what else might you doing? Maybe playing with yourself? Jerking off?....Show me," I coaxed.

Zach's sudden embarrassment caused him to hesitate for a few seconds. But then he stood up, undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down and off. He lifted his shirt over his head, and now naked, sat back down.

"Just do what you'd do if I didn't know you were in here. If I thought I was all alone, playing with myself. Show me. And I'll show you what I'd do," I urged, turning to face him.

I started washing my hair, making myself look vulnerable with my hands over my head, letting the soap run down from my shoulders, over my tits and down to my crotch. Zach reached back and put some lotion on his hands before he grabbed his cock, spread his legs and started slowly stroking. I watched as he then moved his other hand to his nipple. Leaning back to rinse my hair, I spread my feet apart, soaped up my hands again and returned them to my pussy and tits, only this time, with more intent. As my fingers glided over and pinched my hardened nipples, I pursued the jolt that that created in my pussy by inserting two fingers deep inside, curling and searching for "the spot".

Staring at Zach with half closed eyes, I gazed as he leaned back and put his legs out straight. He was pinching his nipples with one hand while his other had gone under his balls, I only assumed, so he could finger his ass. I moved my hand from my tits and starting rubbing my clit with my thumb, using the other fingers to spread my cunt wide open. As the pleasure ran through me I fought my knees from buckling. I wanted to sit on the seat in the shower and finish myself off, but that would've taken me away from being on display for Zach. And he WAS watching.

He now had his one hand rapidly stroking his cock and the other fondling his balls. I noticed that he had changed from his whole hand wrapped around that throbbing member to just his thumb and index and middle fingers circling the top half, paying special attention to the crown and rubbing the very tip with his thumb. It was almost as if he was imitating my thumb action on my clit or what I do with my tongue when I blow him.

I wanted to see him cum before I did, so I turned my body slightly sideways, still keeping my eyes on him, and took my fingers out of my pussy, bent down a bit and slid my arm back and around, putting my fingers into my ass. Zach's eyes widened. I turned my ass to him so he could see my fingers being inserted and withdrawn. He drew in a deep breath and clenched his teeth. I turned back sideways and saw his hand leave his balls and go back to his nipples and I watched as, within about thirty seconds, he reared his head back, arched his torso, flexed his thighs taut, grunted and shot a stream of cum straight up into the air. As it landed on his chest it was quickly followed by another, then another until he had several piles of jizz splattered all over himself.

I bend further forward, brought my arm back around and reached back between my legs and began to really finger-fuck my ass. I rubbed my clit like it was a winning lottery ticket and drew the awaiting orgasm out of me, screaming out loud, "OH FUCK YEAH! GOD DAMMIT! FUCK ME ZACH! FUCK ME!", then stumbled back and sat down on the shower seat before I fell over. While the orgasm was entirely real, I may have over-exaggerated with the screams, but I did that for Zach's benefit.

Catching our breaths, we looked up at each other and laughed.

"C'mere and get clean," I told him. "I'm starving, what will my ride, you know, and yeah, what we just did here, so I wanna go out and get some pizza."

To Be Continued...