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| Missy's
Fantasy |
by Coltrane ©
...I only smiled back at her. She and I
agreed on more than I’d ever realized. "You know," I found myself
saying, "I understand completely what you are saying. The sheer
excitement of safely, without risk or complication, living out a
fantasy could be an experience beyond one’s wildest imagination."
Missy only smiled at me. Her green eyes looked deeply into mine
before she leaned over the table and kissed me gently on the cheek.
She settled back into her chair and took a long sip of her wine,
still holding me with those eyes over the rim of her glass.
"Tomorrow night," she whispered in my ear, "after dinner tomorrow
night, will you have a drink with me again?" "Of course," I smiled.
"In my room, John," she smiled, "Will you have a drink with me in my
room tomorrow night?" "It would be my certain pleasure," I assured
her. "Good," she sighed. And with that she was up and moving toward
the elevator. I was left to wonder just what would happen the
following night. And with whom. All through dinner I tried to not
stare at Missy. We were with a group of maybe twenty people crowded
into a nice restaurant near the theater district. The food was
great, the company fun, but I kept finding myself drifting off with
anticipation of what was to come later that night. The group began
to thin out and begin wandering their way back to our hotel. We were
all staying at the Marriott just off Broadway. Missy walked with two
other women perhaps twenty feet ahead of me and a friend. We all
stood in the lobby for a moment or two, saying goodnight. As she
passed me Missy handed me a note and smiled as she walked toward the
elevator. The note only said, 11:00pm, room 1107. I went to my room
and changed into a denim shirt, some khaki shorts, and sandals. I
waited trying to be calm before leaving in time to arrive in front
of the door to 1107 at exactly 11:00pm. I had hardly knocked when
Missy opened and invited me in with only another of her beautiful
smiles. She was wearing a long champagne colored silk slip. When she
turned all she said was, "Thanks for coming."
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| Missy's
Fantasy |
by Coltrane ©
... "But I haven’t yet," I joked. She
laughed and shook her head. Her blonde hair pulled up showed her
delicate neck. She was absolutely beautiful. There was a knock at
the door that surprised me. Missy turned from me to answer it. I
heard her greet someone and saw him step inside. She hugged him
closely and tight. I saw that it was a man about my size, a little
over six feet, maybe two hundred pounds, black hair cut handsomely.
#CCCCFF They both stepped into the room arm in arm. "John," she
said, "I’d like you to meet Brad. He and I went to college together.
We see each other occasionally when I get into the city. I invited
him here tonight to spend some time with us. Is that okay with you?"
Her smile was radiant. I shook hands with Brad and told them that
the night was turning into one most interesting evening. Some time
passed, I can’t say how much, as we chatted and laughed, getting to
know each other a little better. At some point Missy asked me to
dance. . She began to unbutton my shirt as I saw Brad kneel behind
her. He had her ass in his hands, kissing her cheeks, pulling his
face close to her. Missy had my shirt off and was working on my
pants. They fell to the floor easily. I wore no underwear. My
sandals were kicked away toward the wall. "Oh God, fuck me, Brad,"
she moaned before taking my cock back into her mouth. She looked up
at me with those green eyes. "Fuck me, John," she whispered as she
stroked my cock, "fuck me, please." I helped Missy from her position
between my legs, lifting her and walking together the few steps to
the bed. We both stretched out, me on top of her. Her lips were full
and responded to my kiss, her tongue danced with me as we had to the
music earlier. Her nakedness caressed me and mine her. I began by
fucking her slowly. Her face was obscured by Brad’s head, so I
watched my cock in her pussy. I watched how her lips stretched wide
to take me, how the lower edge of my head would appear and disappear
as my cock moved in and out of her. I watched her clit swell, I
thought, under its protective hood. I could feel her straining in my
hands to fuck me back. Her hips and legs worked with me, fucking me
as I fucked her. Missy broke the kiss with Brad to say she was
cuming. Her eyes closed and her breath became a mumble. I felt the
cum rising in my balls wanting its release. I remembered her request
to Brad to not cum inside her and hoped that I could do the same.
And then she came. She grabbed Brad and pulled him to her breast
with her left arm. In that quick moment when she relaxed from her
spasm, I pulled my cock from her pussy. I pushed forward and humped
the underside over her clit. Her hand moved down and took me again.
She stroked me as my cum spat up onto her belly. She squeezed me,
milked me, talking every drop. She used my cock to spread my cum
over and through her pubic hair. When I could breathe, I moved up to
snuggle beside her. She held Brad and me in her arms. "Thank you,"
we heard her say, "God, thank you, both of you."
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