This is written for a fan, M.
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Fantasy, an imagined event or sequence of mental images usually fulfilling a wish.
I am sure that we all fantasize at some point in our lives but how many of us can admit to our deepest, darkest desires?
I consider myself a happily married woman with a loving husband. We have a good physical relationship but from time to time I like to indulge myself and think what it would be like if things were a little, well, different.
My life is enriched by reading and my imagination is stimulated particularly by erotic literature.
When I read about other people's sexual escapades I find my own fantasies are fuelled and I immerse myself in to the world created by the writer.......
It's a quiet evening and I am enjoying some "me time". Sat in my usual comfy place I am reading a story about a woman very much like me, with a conventional life and perhaps a lack of adventure. She is married to a man who makes her happy but who she thinks is not as willing as she is to explore a wider world of sensual and sexual experience.
The story begins with Mandy on a car journey with her husband. It's a hot and sunny day. The sky is so blue that it is almost too bright to look at and there are only a few white clouds dotted about. Mandy is in the passenger seat and her husband is driving. She has her window down and is enjoying the breeze blowing through the car. It makes her exposed skin tingle; the skin on her arms, her neck and her cheeks feels like it is being kissed by a thousand little mouths.
A patchwork of fields flies by as Mandy looks out of the car, now golden corn fields, now meadows of grass rippled by waves that run across the green blades and make it look like an emerald ocean as the wind plays over its surface.
I close my eyes and imagine sitting there, where Mandy is sitting; the heat of the day being kept at bay by the cooling breeze generated by the car's rapid motion.
I read on as Mandy relaxes and sinks lower in her seat. She allows her eyelids to droop a little and recalls the conversation with her husband before they set off on this journey.
"Where are we going Joe?" she asked.
"To see and old buddy of mine, Frank. He's had a rough time of it recently as his wife's walked out on him. He needs cheering up," Joe responded.
"I've seen Frank in your old high school photos haven't I?"
"Yeah, he was a real fanatic about his sport. Can't believe he was blessed with a brain to match his brawn," Joe confirmed.
Recalling the conversation Mandy now recalls the photos of Frank. He must have been nineteen or twenty in most of them and he was a real hunk. As she sinks a little lower in to her seat and her eyes close a little tighter a vision of Frank begins to form in her mind. She begins to drift in a state between wakefulness and sleep and suddenly she is kissing someone. A tongue is exploring her mouth and she is returning the favor. Strong arms are embracing her and hands are moving down her back and then grasping her bottom, pulling her closer to the firm body which is embracing her. She is too close to see who is kissing her, but she knows it isn't Joe and she feels a tinge of guilt.
I again let my own eyes shut and think what it would be like to be held by someone else. How would it feel? How different would it be from my husband's reassuring embrace? And what would it be like to feel my lips meet another man's lips? Would I be so overcome with guilt that I would pull away, tell him, "I can't do this," and run?
Returning to the story Mandy is jarred from the imagined embrace by a bump in the road. She opens her eyes and looks across at Joe. She really loves him and agreed to make this trip with him as she knew he would be happy from making his best buddy happy and she wanted to support him in that quest, guessing he would be glad of her company on the long drive out to Frank's cabin in the country. She could always make herself scarce when they arrived so the boys could drink beer, perhaps go hunting and bond in that way that so many thirty-something's loved to in adversity.
Joe had described the cabin as "a little more luxurious than a loggers shack, with all mod cons, a couple of bedrooms and set in the middle of a forest where your only neighbors are the little woodland critters"; it sounded idyllic and Mandy thought she could explore the surrounding forest and perhaps get some quality time of her own to read and relax.
The sun is now past its highest point in the sky and the afternoon light changes so the colors of the countryside are less vibrant. As the road begins to head upwards in to higher ground the vast agricultural land gives way to large swathes of pine trees interspersed with streams glinting silver as the sun catches there cool waters.
Mandy can feel a change in the air and her short, sleeveless dress seems a little inappropriate as the temperature starts to drop. Little goose bumps form on her arms and she can feel the air pinch at her nipples which are starting to firm up as if aroused by unseen fingers that twist and tug them to stiff peaks.
Putting the window up Mandy reaches in to the back of the car and puts a pullover on. Ok, it doesn't really go with her dress, but practicality wins over fashion today.
Joe looks over to his wife, "Not too long now darling," he reassures her and the car speeds on.
The shadows are now quite long outside and day is turning to dusk. The car headlights are on and pick out the road ahead as what daylight is left is blocked off by the surrounding pines and high ground. Suddenly Joe slows the car and takes a hard left turn on to a forest track. Mandy puts her window down again as the car begins to bump along the unlit track and she takes in a deep breath, smelling the strong sent of the pine. The air is cool and heavy with pine sap and it cleanses and reinvigorates her tied body.
I stop reading and imagine being in the forest myself and I take a deep breath. I can almost smell the pine trees and recall trips I'd enjoyed in to such places; the calm peace and quiet interrupted only occasionally by birdsong or the call of some other woodland creature.
I read on and the forest track descends for a few minutes then begins to level out and Mandy gets a glimpse of Frank's place. Joe didn't do it justice as it really is stunning, constructed of large logs, two storey and some size.
As the car pulls up near the front door a ray of light breaks the semi darkness as the door is opened and Joe and Mandy hop out of the car and stretch their aching limbs.
A tall man, perhaps six foot two, appears in the doorway and Mandy guesses this is Frank. He comes towards them and Joe strides forward, a little shorter at just under six feet, and grabs his buddy in a bear hug. The two men laugh and have a little mock wrestle.
When they break apart Joe introduces Mandy, "Frank, this is my wife, Mandy. Mandy, this is Frank."
Mandy steps forward and extends her hand which Frank takes and shakes warmly, his grip firm but careful.
"Come in you two, you must be cold and tired after that long drive. I've cooked and have some good white wine chilling and some good red open and breathing. I wasn't sure what Mandy would like."
Following Frank and Joe in to the cabin Mandy had to stifle a gasp once inside. It was spacious and tastefully decorated, resembling a hunting cabin.
A large white fur rug covered the floor in front of an open fire in the main ground floor room which was an open plan living and dining room, a rustic looking dining table being located at the far end of the room next to French doors which opened on to a small, well kept lawn.
After a hearty meal, a couple of bottles of good wine and a whole lot of catching up, Frank shows Joe and Mandy their room. It's late now and Mandy decides to turn in for the night. Joe returns to the living room with Frank to drink more wine and catch up a little further.
Feeling fatigued from the trip and tired from the wine Mandy decides to have a shower. The bedroom is equipped with its own small shower room. She pulls off her sweater and then slides the zip down the back of her dress before kicking her shoes off. Wearing just her panties and bra she goes in to the shower room and turns the shower on. Returning to the bedroom she slips off her bra and panties and notices herself in a large dressing mirror in one corner of the room.
She admires her own figure, her breasts which at 35 shows little sag, not too big and topped with nipples that react quickly to the touch of her husband. Her eyes sink lower, over her stomach and to the close cropped patch of hair neatly trimmed above her vagina. Lower she can see the outline of her lips and then down her shapely legs. A final glance at her firm bottom and she is happy with what she sees.
Again I have to stop reading. I consider myself straight but can't help wondering what it would be like to be with another woman. How would it feel to kiss her? What would it be like to stroke and caress her breasts and have her return the favor? Would I dare kiss her pussy and let my tongue slip inside her as my own lips are parted and a darting tongue plays over my clitoris?
I can't help but start to massage my own breasts as I am distracted from the story. Closing my eyes I imagine being in that cabin, in that room with Mandy. I am standing with my back to her, naked myself, and she steps towards me so that I feel her already erect nipples gently brush my back.
As I breath in I can smell her perfume and as I close my eyes in anticipation her arms pass mine and she places her hands on my breasts, cupping each and gently squeezing before allowing the forefinger and thumb of each of her hands to tease my own nipples to erection.
I sigh at the experience and can feel the heat of her naked skin against my own.
As I imagine this I let my own hands fall to my lap and then move between my legs.
The vision in my head now has Mandy's hands moving down my body, sliding down my sides, on to my hips and then inwards until the fingers of each hand meet on my vagina. This is the first time I have been touched intimately by a woman and her touch is amazingly gentle, but assured and she seems to know exactly where to touch to illicit the best response.
My skin tingles beneath her fingers and as she begins to part my lips I know I am already wet inside in anticipation.
