Phyllis hated her name. She had often begged her parents to change it, so one day her dad teasingly said, "From this day forward you will be known to those you love and all your friends as Phil. Now what do you say to that?" She had to admit that it was a clever fix and, truth be known, she actually liked it, a lot.
Phil grew up into an attractive young woman, very social and actively involved with most of the clubs available at her high school. She had always been very athletic, having successfully been a member of the cheer squad in her freshman and sophomore year, and a valuable member of the school's soccer team in her sophomore and junior years. Before she began her senior year she had decided that she was stretching herself too thin and was losing touch with many of her friends. However, Gymnastics was one sport that she would not give up because she had a real talent for it, and she loved doing it. Regardless, when she graduated high school she learned that the expectations, commitment, regimen, and dedication that the sport required collegiately was much more intense than it had been in high school. She decided that she would rather have a life and never looked back. Besides, she had had the chance to observe some of her prospective team mates and she realized that her gymnastic prowess was never going to be to the level of the other girls. By all appearances, Phil was a poster child for the perfect daughter, student, and citizen. She was, literally, loved by everyone! She was truly an open book, except for one aspect of her, which she kept secret from everyone.
When Phil was seven she had been taking a bath. She had moved her body under the spigot, which was currently filling the tub, and found that she liked the way it felt to have the water pressure press against her naked body. She experimented testing the flow of water on different parts of her body, until she moved her legs up, pointing at the ceiling, with the faucet between her thighs. The water splashed down directly onto her vagina and she was, without warning, overwhelmed with a sensation she had never experienced before. She had discovered what everyone would discover with time, masturbation, and like most everyone else, she was hooked! From that day on, she masturbated everyday of her life, always at bedtime, sometimes more often.
At first, she just did it for how good it made her feel. When she experienced puberty, during middle school, she discovered boys and her hormones took over. Until she was in the ninth grade she had only imagined what boys might look like naked. She had girlfriends who had brothers and they had filled her in on what a penis and balls looked like. The image of a boy's penis dangling between his naked thighs inspired her. When she learned that a boy's dick also grew and hardened, she became fascinated with the image in her head and wanted more than anything to get to see one for real. Other than her very active imagination concerning sex, she was a normal girl and eventually discovered sex, like most girls. She had sex with a boy in her senior year for the first time, and was a bit disappointed with the experience. The whole thing lasted for no more than 5 minutes before he spurted cum all over her new skirt and panties, got up, left, and never bothered to even say goodbye. It wasn't until she was in her first semester in college that she met a boy (Kevin) who she fell madly in love with. The sex they had, which was at every possible opportunity, was amazing and she believed it was as good as it was because they were in love.
During that whole semester they were inseparable, and they did not limit their trysts to his or her dorm rooms. They had enjoyed the discovery and excitement of risky sex, like in the backseat of her car, on the grass at the park under a blanket, while driving, in a bus, at parties, and once during one of his lectures, surrounded by other students. During all of this Phil had never stopped her daily ritual of masturbation at bedtime. She had now developed a number of sexual fantasies, which she considered very private. Actually, the fantasies she had shared with her boyfriend had led to those provocative experiences they had shared in public. Phil believed that she and Kevin would likely marry right after college or sooner.
When that first semester ended, Kevin hit her with some devastating news; he had a girlfriend back home and they were going to eventually get married. He told her that they had always known that they would wed and that he was sorry to let her down like that. It was her first heartbreak and it was a bad one. Eventually, she decided that men could not be trusted and that she was going to call the shots where it concerned her life and body and who she shared it with. The truth was that men flocked to her because she had a body most girls coveted. She was 5' 4", perfectly proportioned, with shoulder length red hair, green eyes, very light colored, smooth, freckly skin, an amazing pair of legs, a beautiful, round, firm ass, small waist, flat stomach, and perfect, medium sized, pink nippled breasts, and the most perfect feet, small and sexy.
Over time she became very promiscuous. She went out regularly and had no problem with one night stands, she reasoned that she loved sex and that she was going to fuck whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She had enjoyed a few relationships along the way but none of them worked out to any real degree of permanence. All of this changed when, at the age of 28 she met the man of her dreams, and luckily, she was the woman of his.
They married, had a daughter and then a son. Their sex life was good. Phil knew that she was very sexual, and loved that she and her husband (Eric) shared this in common. She also loved that he was not judgmental or critical of her promiscuous nature. Actually, he celebrated it and told her he liked that she was so sexual. One of the high points was that she didn't always have to be the one to supply the fantasies, like she had with Kevin. Her husband was loaded with them, sometimes too many.
They had, on occasion, shared their fantasies, and had even shared details of their past sexual experiences. Eric loved hearing about her experiences, but she found that hearing him talk about having sex with other women made her a bit jealous and uncomfortable.
One of the fantasies that she had shared with Eric, one of her favorites, found her in a massage parlor where she'd gone to get a massage. She had enjoyed massages before and she did like them very much. However, her fantasy massage was not just a massage for relaxation, and body maintenance.
For a long time, long before she had met Eric, she had fantasized going for a massage, getting undressed down to her panties and bra, and climbing on to the table where a hot, muscular, young man waited to rub her body. In her fantasy her masseuse asked her to remove her bra and panties and lay on her tummy. He placed a towel over her firm, round ass and began to massage her arms, back, shoulders, legs, and feet. She is very aware that in her fantasy her pussy is fully exposed to her masseuse's view, but she doesn't care because she can feel how aroused she is. His strong, smooth hands and long flexible fingers feel amazing against her skin. It is as if they contain a strong, erotic charge of sexual energy, which they discharge into her waiting body as they move over her.