This is an old fantasy of mine that kind of morphed and changed over the years to be more and more refined to my tastes. It started as a teenagers wet dream of you, but, like an old movie you remember but don't actually watch the original of, the details change a bit each time it gets brought back up. It got more involved and specific and fantastic as I got older and the fantasy repeated and repeated over and over again. I guess you could say it's been my favorite way to see you.
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It always starts with a phone call. Remember when you would just call out of the blue? No reason or rhyme or care for what I might be doing. It was never about convenience. It was about you making sure I was available. Ready to drop everything for you. Most of the time, I was happy to do it. You were my addiction, and once I got that first kiss taste, I knew it was going to be my guilty pleasure. But that was years ago. We moved on and forgot about each other.
So my cell rings. It's the song I used to have programed in. So I could tell right away what I would be getting myself into before I ever even opened it up. You don't even care that its late, it's storming out, I might be in traffic or busy fucking someone else. I don't even ask myself how you got my new number. That's not new. What's new is you hang up right as I pick up to answer, like you are watching me. The phone goes dead right as my fingers touch it, and when I flip it over, there not even a notification you've called at all. So I roll over. I'm in bed. Alone. The storm outside is supposed to be putting me to sleep.
As soon as I put the phone down and get comfortable rolled over, you call again. I growl, a deep sound that would be dangerous if you were present, but I roll over to pick up the phone again. I let it ring a few times to make sure, but when I try and pick it up again, you cut the call. On the sixth time, I stand up, the blankets falling off me, showing my naked body.
That's when I hear the giggling.
Its outside my window on the ground floor. Looking into my bedroom. You've never been to my house, so how you know where I am, or what window to peek through should be impossible. I look up and lightening flashes and shows you standing outside. Theres a little hill that pulls away past my place that has a single huge oak tree on top. Your face is framed in the glass and the trees huge branches. You have the look in your eye that I've never seen before. You're looking right at me. The rain and thunder and howling storm outside with you don't even seem to matter at all. You're completely soaked, your hair is matted down, and you're shiver from the cold. But you're smiling and licking your chops as you watch me just stand there.
My cock fattens up to full mast in record time. I don't even think about it. You glance down to it, but then back up to me with this little grin. As if to say "Yeah, that's my fault and I don't care." I'm not surprised or worried to see you at all. I'm not asking any of the questions a rational person should be. Because that's when I notice you're just as naked as I am.
Your body is highlighted by thunder and glistening with rain. All the curves I remember fantasizing about but never getting to actually see fully bared and offered to me. Scars and thick, soft, grabbable curves. Your skin is steaming, fever hot, the cold rain sizzling on your nipples like hard peaks on the mountains of the tits I want so, so badly. My mouth goes dry. My dick starts to leak drooling strands of pre to the floor, gushing its approval. Again you glance down, notice, and your smile gets wider. You don't care about what you're doing to me. But you aren't going to stop.
You make a motion back to the tree, and you turn and walk away, picking your way over the puddles of rain like a kid trying not to get her toes wet despite the pouring deluge. You leave a little fog of heated steam in your wake, wafting off your body as you jiggle, as if in slow motion, through the torrent and up the grassy hill.
