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My Internet Fantasy…..part I
           By Andrea

    I have been playing games with an acquaintance over the Net for awhile. We
would send each other E-mail that was suggestive and downright naughty. His
were stories, wonderfully explicit stories, of a very sexual nature. And mine
were usually simple little remarks aimed at getting more stories. 
     I didn't see him very often, but I can always see how he looks in my minds
eye. His tall, well-built frame completely covers any standard doorway. I
always wondered if it would affect him if I were to have to squeeze past him
one day, rubbing my breasts against his broad chest in the process. 
     The last few nights have been filled with thoughts of encountering him
somewhere that I could make use of a few lines in the stories I have read. I
lay in my bed imagining his large, work roughened hands gliding over the soft
skin of my back, massaging away the days pressures. Feeling his breath on my
neck, as he leans over to smell my hair or whisper into my ear. 
     I can see him turning me over to take in my nakedness. Looking at my body,
touching it, and then kissing it slowly. Making his way to my breasts, to taste
my hardened nipples and sending shivers of delight up my spine while he does
it. 
     My eyes closed, I can even smell his scent. Musky and overwhelming to my
senses. His beautiful body glistens with sweat when I strip him of his shirt,
and I can't resist the urge to feel his chest, splaying my fingers across it
then reaching up to kiss him. Tasting his sweat with a flick of my tongue. I
can feel his heart racing through my lips as I trace a line down his stomach to
his navel, then follow with my mouth. I grow wetter and wetter the closer I
come to his cock. It's bulging through his jeans, waiting to be set free. 
     I touch him there gently and look up into his eyes. I can see that he too,
is ready. I undo the button, unzip his zipper, and open the door to an ecstasy
we never imagined before.
     He shrugs the remainder of his close off in one swift movement and lays on
the bed beside me. He leans down and kisses me. Softly on the cheek, on the
nose, then finally on my waiting lips. His hand runs down my thigh, parting my
legs, as he continues to seduce my mouth with pleasure. My breath catches as he
moves to position himself above me. I can feel his hard cock seeking to enter
me, and it makes me loose what little control I had left. As I grasp his member
to guide it into my wet pussy, I can hear him moan. I whisper his name and as
he opens his mouth to whisper back I hear bells…bells?
     I slowly open my eyes, rub the sleep from them, and smile as I imagine
finishing that dream for real……….
……Still stretching, I reached over and stopped the bells from ringing. My
alarm.  
     I swear that dream was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had.
That statement in itself was a pretty sad one. Had my life really been so
deprived, that I had to resort to 'wet' dreams for fulfillment? I thought to
myself that though I was still young, I had better get started on a few
memories to last a lifetime! 
     I got out of bed and decided that instead of the usual quick morning
shower, I would pamper myself with a nice, long, hot, bubble bath. A candle
here, some bath oils there…nothing like that to make a girl feel special, or
even a little sexy. I started the water, adding a little more bubbles than
usual. They always seem to tickle your skin, it feels great! 
     Trodding into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, I noticed that my
message light on the machine was blinking. I hadn't even thought to check it
when I got in the night before. (I had been out with a few girlfriends of mine
and we closed down the club.) Pushing the button, my heart skipped a beat when
I heard 'his' voice on the machine. He was going to be in the area this morning
and wanted to know if I would like for him to stop by and take a look at that
problem I was having with my car. Problem with my car? For the life of me I
couldn't remember having mentioned it to him, but I was sure I must have said
something in passing. And he, of course, being the sweet man that he is,
probably offered to see if there was anything he could do to fix it. Smiling to
myself I wondered what he would do if I happened to still be in the bath when
he arrived. Now that would be evil.
     I knew that he at least found me attractive, or he was an outrageous
flirt, one. We had always played those little flirting games in the past, but
the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see what would happen if I
went for something a little more risky. Or maybe with today's opportunity, a
LOT more risky. 
     Grabbing my coffee, I went into the den to grab a pen and paper. Thinking
quickly, I wrote out a quick and fictitious note to my neighbor saying " Beth
I'm in the bath but the door is open, just come on in and leave the letters on
the table. See ya later, and thanks for bringing it over." My neighborhood
recently got a new mailman who kept delivering my mail to her. I figured that
was a good excuse for a note, even though there was no way Beth would be
bringing it by this morning. She was out of town for the month, but 'he' didn't
know that!
     Running back to the bathroom I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and
headed out again. I had to find something particularly skimpy for after the
bath, just in case the water got cold before he arrived and I had to get out
the tub to avoid looking like a prune, instead of a sexy single woman. That was
the impression I was going for anyway. I opened the front door and tacked the
note up, grinning about my clever little scheme. If he didn't bite the hook on
this one then he must not be interested. And that just was not possible!
     Finally ready for my bath, I stripped off my nightgown, threw it into the
hamper, and gingerly stuck a toe in the water to make sure it wasn't too hot.
It was perfect. I stepped in, sat down, and slowly laid back into the bubbles.
At first it was cold as the bubbles hit my back, but then as I lowered myself
the rest of the way the water enveloped my body in heat, relaxing every muscle
and making me sigh out loud. My thoughts then turned to my upcoming visitor. I
closed my eyes and conjured up a picture of him in my mind and pondered the
different scenarios of what may happen when he reads the note. 
     He could always turn away, maybe leaving a note of his own to let me know
he had stopped by. That was not the kind of thing I had in mind though, so
instead I imagined him slowly opening the door and glancing around the living
room. Finding it empty he would come in and close the door, quietly removing
the note before shutting it all of the way. He would proceed through the
house…..No wait that would make him seem more like a stalker. 
     Okay, maybe he would open the door and call my name as he did so. Of
course I would pretend not to answer him. Maybe my head is under the water. (Or
in the clouds) Then he would just about have to come on in and look for me; he
had already gone that far, right?
     I could feel my body responding to the pictures floating through my mind.
My nipples hardened at the thought of him seeing me there, naked in bubbles. I
moved my hand up my stomach, imaging it was his, and touched them. Oh they were
so sensitive and it felt so wonderful. I squeezed one just a bit and felt the
rush of feeling between my legs it caused. I continued to run my hands up and
down my body, thinking about him and feeling his hands instead. Touching my
breasts and teasing my nipples. How I wanted to know his mouth kissing and
tasting them. I moved one hand down further and started touching myself as if
it were he. I was so turned on that it nearly took my breath away as my fingers
started rubbing, slowly and gently. I whispered his name, wishing he were there
to hear it. 
     I could feel my excitement mounting. I moaned his name and unbelievably
got a response. I didn't open my eyes immediately, but I knew that he was
there, watching me. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't even look up at him. What
must he be thinking? I wanted him to find me there, but not necessarily under
those conditions. That completely took away the upper hand that I had worked so
hard to get! Before I could go ahead and open my eyes to 'face the music', he
quietly cleared his throat and said, "Please, don't stop." I opened my eyes and
looked up into his. He was as turned on as I. His chest moved up and down
rapidly as he looked down at me and waited for my response.
     I smiled, looked into his eyes, and said "Why don't you do it for me?" I
couldn't believe my own forwardness. Maybe it was the dream and my reaction to
it, but I knew what I wanted, had wanted for some time, so I was going after
it. 
     Without a word he began to remove his clothes. He never once took his eyes
off of me, and I never took my eyes off of him. He was incredible. Standing
there in my bathroom, acting like there was nothing out of the ordinary. When
he was completely naked I could see the proof of his excitement,and it caused
tingles of anticipation to gather in between my thighs.
     He bent to one knee and leaned over to kiss me. His mouth was warm and
inviting. Kissing gently and tasting. I parted my lips, eager to get more of
him, to taste more, and to give him more of me. With one hand he touched the
small of my back to guide me into sitting position in the tub. He rose enough
to step in and lower himself behind me. Finally it was his hands that were
touching my body. Rubbing up and down, curving around my hips to my back, and
then down around. He held my bottom in his hands and whispered in my ear. "Did
I ever tell you that I love your butt?" I smiled, and in a voice that I was
afraid would crack, "No, tell me." He kissed my neck and said into my hair " I
love your butt."
     I leaned back into him and could feel his excitement. It was so
intoxicating to know that I could cause this reaction it this incredible man.
Something that was only a dream that morning, was becoming a reality, and I
realized that my imagination paled in comparison. I lost myself in the feeling
of his hands all over my body, leaving it feeling hot everywhere he touched. He
would go from my thighs to my breasts, leaving each place aching for him to
return to it when he moved on. He held my hips and gently pulled me closer to
him, and then reached his arms around me gingerly touching the area where I had
left off. 
     He breathed my name and said "You are beautiful." as he caressed me. I
closed my eyes and just let him touch me, reveling in the feelings it caused.
He cupped my breast in his one hand, fondling the nipple as his other hand
continued below. I lost myself in his touch, rhythmically moving my hips to it.
I forgot about he world in that moment. I didn't care how this had come about.
I didn't worry about what would happen next. I only felt him touching me,
moving me to the soaring climax that came like a bolt of lightening, and lasted
as long as rolling thunder. 
     When it was over he kept his hand cupped there, touching and feeling my
most intimate place as if it was his to do with as he pleased. At that moment I
knew it was, that I was. I wanted him to feel like I had, I wanted to make him
lose control of that calm demeanor he wore like a shield from the world. I
wanted to do that and more, so I slowly turned around to tell him so…………..



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