I was talking to my fuck buddy Jim the other day and I was trying to find a way to tell him that I sometimes write a bit of erotic fiction. I asked him what he thought about sexual fantasy, and he thought that in general it is a healthy thing. So we got to talking about fantasies, and I told him some of mine and he told me some of his. I showed him one of my stories, Honeymoon Cottage, on my computer (not online), and he thought it was hot. He said one scene reminded him one of his fantasies, and he was getting kind of horny reading it. I told Jim that I would like to write one of his fantasies. He thought that would be cool.
I was a little worried about the water sport part because a writing friend said it was kind of squick (a word I learned recently that means icky, a turn-off.) I asked him if he thought peeing was squick. He said peeing in someone's mouth was a bit, but just watching a girl pee is actually a turn-on for most guys.
I asked Jim who his fantasy was about, and he admitted it was about a high school girl in his neighborhood. I asked him if it was something we could actually act out, or if it involved something harmful or dangerous or some fantasy world Avatar-like thing? He said we could act it out as long as I didn't mind getting my clothes wet. I told him I didn't mind, so we went out to the back yard and he turned on the water hose and made me stand under it for a few minutes.�
I should tell those of you from warmer climates that in Canada the cold water is truly cold, not just room temperature. After a few minutes I was soaking wet and freezing. We went back inside, acted out Jim's fantasy, and had a wonderful fuck. (I really did pee in Jim's bathtub.)
Here is Jim's fantasy:
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I'm just an average guy who recently finished trade school, got a job, moved out of my parent's house and got a place of my own.
Last Saturday I was sitting on the couch watching the Toronto Raptors win a basketball game. I had been doing some work outside but it was one of those November days where a sunny morning turned into a cold wet afternoon. Suddenly I heard someone ringing the doorbell, not just once, but constantly. I got up to see what idiot was interrupting my Saturday afternoon basketball game.�
When I opened the door I saw a neighbor girl standing there soaked to the bone. It was Emily, a high school freshman who lives three doors down. I've met her a number of times when she was selling stuff for a school club or collecting money for some special project, and I know her parents from the neighborhood association.�
Emily said that she was locked out of her house and her parents weren't home. She wondered if she could come in and get out of the rain. I told her of course and invited her in. I really didn't mind having my Saturday afternoon interrupted by Emily. I always thought she was one of the most beautiful girls in the neighborhood. When she rides her bike with her long straight blond hair flowing behind her she reminds me of a zephyr, the most favorable spring wind.�
As she stood in the entrance way I noticed just how cold and wet she was. She was starting to shiver. I told her to come back to the bathroom and get out of her wet clothes. She followed me back there and I was about to close the door to give her some privacy, but by that time she was really shivering hard. I realized that the situation was urgent so I turned on the shower on warm .�
I told Emily to go ahead and get in with her clothes on. She was already thoroughly wet so it wouldn't make any difference. She climbed in and stood under the warm water.
In a few moments she said, "My shoes are getting wet."
Of course they were already wet, but to make her feel better I said, "Here, give them to me." She lifted each foot and took off her shoe, but then discovered it was difficult to stand in the tub wearing socks. She grabbed my arm to steady herself and she took off each sock.
I asked Emily if she wanted me to put her clothes in the dryer. I figured I would close the shower curtain and tell her to just throw her clothes on the floor. I would take her clothes to the utility room and leave her to finish warming up. But before I could get the shower curtain closed, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, unbuttoned her shirt, took it off, handed it to me and said, "Here." Then she wiggled out of her pants and handed those to me too. I tried hard not to stare at the vision of beauty in my shower, wearing nothing but a tiny white bra covering her little tits and tiny white panties. Both were pretty much see-through when wet.
I took her clothes and started to head for the utility room, when Emily let out a frustrated "Oooohhh!"
"What's the matter," I asked.
"I need to pee," she said.
I told her, "Just pee in the tub."
"Isn't that yucky?" she asked.
"Not really," I said. "Urine is actually sterile. It is just water and minerals that your body doesn't need."
Emily said, "OK," and and a yellow stream started flowing from her panties. It swirled around her feet until the shower rinsed it down the drain. Then she said, "But now my panties will smell like pee."
"I'll close the shower curtain, and you hand me your panties. I'll rinse them out and throw them in the dryer with the rest of your clothes." I turned to set down her pants and shirt, but before I could reach the shower curtain Emily had already pushed her panties down to her knees and was taking them off. She handed them to me and I stood there staring at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen in my life.
Emily said, "You might as well take my bra, too," and she pulled it off and handed it to me also. Now instead of a zephyr, I had Venus, the goddess of beauty and love, in my shower. Long wet blond hair framing a beautiful face, a thin delicate body with the curves in all the right places, beautiful little A-cup breasts just longing to be sucked, and an adorable pussy framed by short blond hair, just waiting to be licked.
I put her panties in the sink then asked her if she would like me to flip the lever on the drain so that the tub would fill with water and she could soak in a hot bath. She said she would like that, so I flipped the lever, then turned the handle that makes the water flow directly from the faucet instead of the shower.
I turned to rinse out her panties as she sat down in the tub. I started to head out the door with her clothes when Emily asked, "Would you please wash my back?" Her back really didn't look dirty to me, but there was no way I was going to refuse. I got a washcloth, soaped it well, and gently rubbed it over her back. When I finished I stood up, grabbed her clothes and headed out the door. I figured I had better get out before she asked me to wash the front, too. She was jail bait, and I didn't want to end up in jail.
I put Emily's clothes in the dryer, then went into the living room to wait for her to finish. I figured it was best to stay as far away from temptation as I could.
In a few minutes I heard Emily yell, "Where are the towels?" I told her they were in the top cabinet. In a few more minutes she walked into the living room with one towel wrapped around her hair and another wrapped around her body.
I was sitting in my most comfortable chair reading a magazine. Emily came and sat on the couch, sitting right in the middle. I asked her how she was feeling. She said she was much better. After a moment, Emily lay down resting� her head on the arm of the couch farthest away from me. She put one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor. This gave me a straight shot looking under the towel at her beautiful pussy. She moved her knee, opening her legs wider, looked at me and asked, "See anything you like?"
I didn't answer her. I simply got up from the chair and knelt down by the sofa. I began to rub her leg while looking into her sparkling blue eyes. I stared at her angelic face while she smiled at me in anticipation. Finally I could resist no more. I bent down and kissed her lips; her lips down below. She squealed with delight. I figured she might be jail bait, but as long as I didn't fuck her I would probably be OK.
I began to kiss the blond hair sitting atop her mons, then kissed her clit, then the lips on either side of the opening, then a long lick straight up the middle from the bottom to the top. Emily moaned loudly. I figured that was the sign to begin the feast. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked and ate her until she came. Then I licked the sweetest pussy honey I have ever tasted.
As she came down from the mountain I gently kissed her pussy lips again, then headed northward, kissing her mons, then opening the towel as I kissed her bellybutton, her abs, and the valley between her breasts. Here I took a detour from my northward journey and went both east and west, climbing each little hill, kissing the nipple on top. Then I continued my journey through the valley of her neck to the earlobe that I could reach. I kissed her ear, and then the side of her eye, then each eye lid, down to the nose, then to her cheek, the side of her mouth, and finally ending the journey at the lips of her mouth.
I kissed her gently, then licked her lips. Her tongue came and met mine. As we continued to kiss my hand went back to her pussy and my middle finger slipped inside. As one hand finger-fucked her, the other hand returned to her breast where I rolled her nipple between my finger and my thumb. Emily broke the kiss and whispered, "Please fuck me."
"I can't," I said. "I don't have a condom."
"I don't care," she said. "I was having bad cramps so the doctor put me on the pill."
"But what about STDs?" I asked.
"I've only fucked one time, and that was the last week of the summer. A boy from my class and I were at a party and he was a virgin, too. We decided to both loose our virginity together. It wasn't very good, but at least we aren't virgins anymore. So I don't think there is much chance that I have anything."
I didn't say anything. I just up and took off my clothes. I might end up in jail, but a guy has to help out a neighbor.
I climbed on the couch and rubbed my dick up and down Emily's pussy. She was very wet and my pre-cum was making her wetter. I pushed the head into her opening and it slipped in very easily. She was very tight, but her pussy was very ready to be fucked. I pushed in just an inch, then pulled back out to where just the head was inside her. I did it again, this time going in a little bit more. I slowly fucked her, going in just a bit more each time. Even when I was all the way in I continued to come almost all the way out, then slowly go back in, pressing harder inside her each time. My goal was to get into the record book for the worlds slowest fuck. With each stroke I was pressing harder and harder against her pussy, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, just like girls do to me when they ride on top.
Emily started thrashing from side to side, moaning loudly. I was very tempted to pick up the pace and just her give her an old-fashioned fucking, but my determination to go slow won out. She started breathing very hard, then let out a series of short moans that sounded like, "Unh! Unh! Unh!" I took one more stroke, going out very slowly then slowly in again. When I got all the way in I push as hard as I could, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. Emily screamed as her whole body shook with her orgasm. I couldn't hold on any more and my dick exploded inside her, filling her womb with my spunk. Her scream kept on going and I was sure that I was going to jail. The neighbors were surely calling the police to report a murder.
When Emily finally quit cumming and screaming, she threw her arms around my neck and tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. When we came up for breath Emily asked me, "Would you do me a favor? My best friend wants to lose her virginity, but after I told her about mine she is afraid it won't be good. Would you mind being her first fuck?"
Oh, the things we do for our neighbors.
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