I queued up and emailed you a dozen stories, knowing that you'd be home alone all day with nothing better to do than sneak up to the camp read them in your special position.
What you don't know is that I was just down the road in my car when I sent them, and shortly I'll be slipping into your place to watch you as you read the stories and pleasure yourself.
I quietly make my way into the cabin, and the first thing that I see is your ass. That beautiful ass. So round and firm and sitting high on your thighs as you are bent almost in half staring at the story on your computer screen.
I boldly take a few steps into the camp mesmerized by your ass as you are slowly gyrating it in small circles. As I get closer I notice that you periodically stop the circular motion and tense up. I'm so close now I can see you tiny asshole pucker up when you squeeze, and I can now see your dripping cunt contract and expand as you squeeze and release.
I'm in a hypnotic trance, singularly focused on the areas between your legs and know that I must finally experience the taste of you...
Simone's side of the story...
What you hadn't realized or expected was while you are watching me read your stories I giggle and squeal from the lust that you've stirred within me. While I'm moving my hips back and forth, back arched , pussy swollen I also imagine that you're back there sitting on an especially designed chair that is perfectly fitted to the right height. You sit there for hours playing and fucking me slowly, watching and telling me what you see and how it pleases you. In my fantasy, every 2 weeks we prepare, as we always do, warm towels, a razor and cream and you have became a master crafts man at shaving my cunt just so to your liking. Sometimes you shave every single hair that we can find while I help spread my cunt wider apart for you to check. Sometimes when you shave me you are extra playful and insert toys, or things from around the house, here and there. So that when you see them later they have special memories.
Sometimes you have me grab my cheeks and spread my ass I'm holding my cheeks apart and you stand back there and slowly finger fuck my asshole, occasionally massage my pussy just for fun, until you cum. The thoughts I've had about you massaging my backside in this position bending over are countless. But I know it'll never happen, because we live on different ends of the country.
Now, back to John's side of the story...
I think I'm being so coy, so sly, being able to slip into the camp undetected, but what I don't realize is that you've been watching my every move in the mirror behind your desk. You've been putting on a show for me, squeezing your pussy and tensing your pucker, and smiling to yourself as you watch the tent growing in my pants. You feel very proud of yourself knowing you can have such a profound effect on me, even though we've never physically touched each other.
You see me walking toward you, staring at your beautiful ass, and you give it a good long squeeze for me.
I'm not sure how I'm going to announce my surprise arrival, because I don't want to get kicked in the head or have you scream bloody murder! As I'm walking toward you I notice you move your legs from the crossed position to a full wide stance, and you arch your back a little more, pushing your bottom up, pointing it more to the ceiling.
It's at this point that I notice the mirror and our eyes lock in the reflection. You let out a huge shriek and a broad smile appears across your face, as you give your pussy another tight squeeze and release.
Moving your legs apart opened up your pussy fully for my inspection, and the final squeeze and release opened your pussy lips and made them hang lewdly toward the floor. They are so moist that they shine and I can see just a hint of your pubic hair above your slit.
I kneel behind your and push my face into your crotch, feeling your wetness on my nose, lips and chin. My tongue is sticking out eagerly trying to locate your clit, and I am savoring the taste of you. In this position, my nose is jammed in your ass crack and is pushing hard against your puckered brown hole.
You wiggle your hips a little so that my nose starts rubbing against your hole, and then you slightly push back so it slips right in. This helps move you closer and my tongue locates your clit. Thank god my mouth is open, otherwise I'd suffocate in this position. You keep on reading the stories that I sent you, brazenly rubbing your ass all over my face as I'm tonguing your clit and licking your pussy.
You look down at me, between your legs, and giggle at the growing situation in my pants. You swear you can see a stain developing on the front of my khakis. You can. I'm leaking so much precum at this point that it has soaked through my boxer-briefs and my pants.
I put my hands on your hips and push myself away from you, and you let out a low moan. I look up at your reflection, and see that you're actually pouting. Not pouting for my benefit, but really pouting at fact that your pink parts and asshole are no longer getting any attention.
I reach up and start stroking your pussy and clit and say "read to me Simone." Your gaze goes back to your computer screen, and you start reading one of the stories I wrote for you out loud, finding it hard to concentrate and breathe, given the stroking you're receiving on your clit, and the three fingers I have moving in and out of your pussy.
I chuckle at your attempts to read and breathe, and think to myself "you think YOU'RE having trouble breathing, you should have been in my position a minute ago!" Part of me pulling away from you was to return some oxygen to my system, but the real reason was to drink in the beautiful sights from between your legs.
I'm watching my fingers moving in and out, in and out, in and out of your pussy, admiring the thick coat of fluid that is building on them with each subsequent stroke. I gently blow on your pussy and watch your lips flutter with the rush of cool air. I feel your clit jump beneath my thumb, and I continue to apply constant pressure on it in small circular motions.
Since pulling away from you, I see your asshole clenching and releasing, trying to find something, anything, to return the feeling of being stretched and invaded. I'm scanning every inch of your full and ample bottom, gently running my free and over your globes, feeling the uneven surface of the goose bumps that have been raised due to my touch and attention.
I must taste your most forbidden area, and so I lean in and start licking you from the bottom of your pussy all they way up the crack of your ass, like a big ice cream cone. Each time I get to the top of your crack, I pull away and lightly blow on your asshole, to watch it quiver with excitement, anticipating the next full, deep, slow lap of my tongue.
Each time my tongue passes over your asshole, I feel you grabbing at it, trying to catch it, and suck it deep within you. I know what you want....what you need...but I continue to give you the big, long laps up your crack, knowing it's teasing the hell out of you.
On my next lick, I look around the room, for something to use to pleasure your asshole. Nothing. Each time I complete a lick, I look around quickly, and try to find something.
FINALLY....there it is, under the desk and with reach, a dog grooming brush with a long, slender and tapered handle. It's PERFECT! If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that that brush was made for exactly this purpose.
I switch hands in your pussy, so I can use the other one to reach for the brush. You look down to see what I'm doing, and notice that the brush is just slightly out of my reach. I hear you squeak a little and giggle nervously, as I think you know exactly why I'm reaching for it. You shift your weight and with your right foot, reach out and push the brush toward me, so I can reach it.
I inspect the handle to make sure it's clean and sanitary, and that there are no raised edges or anything that might hurt you. It looks fine, and so I put it in my mouth and suck on it to lubricate the handle with my saliva. I then lean forward and start deeply tonguing and probing your asshole, loosening it up for our new toy, and applying more lubrication in the most fun way I can imagine.
I lean back and watch your pucker grasping at the air trying in vane to find and return my tongue. The tip of the brush handle contacts your asshole, and you tense up and round your back. I look up at you from between your legs and ask, "Simone, do you trust me?"
