2 comments/ 19998 views/ 3 favorites Dance of Fantasy By: TonyDowse Chapter 1 A Theatrical Experience I saw her first as a series of lithe curves, appearing and disappearing as the crowd in the theatre foyer milled back and forth. Standing still for a while I was eventually rewarded when, through the mass I saw her properly for just a few seconds. Stunning! Tall, slim but with nicely curving hips and breasts that were accentuated by the cut of her body-flattering dress. She wore her dark, softly waving hair shoulder length and though I could only see her in profile her face was obviously beautiful. I continued to stare at her until suddenly, as though she had somehow become aware that she was being watched, she turned, our eyes met - and held. Large, wide-set and in that light they appeared to me to be almost black. High cheek-bones and below, a full lipped mouth that at that moment was set hard and, from the expression on the rest of her face, it would appear that right then she was angry about something. Even so, I smiled at her and, for a moment felt sure that she was going to return it - then, from the corner of my eye I saw a grey-haired man pushing his way aggressively through the crowd, to her side. The throng moved again, blocking them from my view until I caught one more glimpse of her just as they passed through the doors and into the auditorium. The briefest of moments, a lovely woman glimpsed in passing - something that happens to any man from time to time - but somehow this time seemed totally different, I felt strangely excited and to my surprise even a faint stirring of sexual arousal. By the time I got inside they were lost amongst the audience and though I wandered through the foyer and bar areas at the interval, hoping at least for another glimpse of her I couldn't see either of them anywhere. The performance by the dance company was brilliant and as I settled back in my seat for the second half of the programme I couldn't help glancing at the empty one beside me, with a mix of both smugness at what my date was missing by letting me down at the last minute, and my frustration at what I would be missing out on myself, later! Frustration that only increased as the major part of the performance got under way. I always find modern dance sensual and this particular piece was overtly sexual in content and the combination of frustration, the brief but still lingering arousal from the glimpse of the woman in the foyer and the dancers' movements on stage combined to produce an ache that slowly grew and became concentrated between my thighs. I have always been blessed, or cursed with a vivid imagination that expressed itself even when I was a kid, telling stories to the others while we sat, eating our lunch. It has since enabled me to make a reasonable living in the world of TV drama production - but it makes its presence felt most strongly in my private world, particularly my private, sexual world. I often find myself creating vivid picture stories in my head, pictures that only need some relatively minor event to act as a trigger - such as the brief sight of the beautiful woman in the foyer - to set it into full, dramatic flight. On that occasion I had not only encountered a trigger, but also had the added stimulation of the dancers on stage in front of me and, as the dance progressed my imagination began to run riot. First producing additional figures, one of which was of course 'me', to dance along with the real ones, figures that slipped effortlessly into the forming and re-forming tableaux. There was my current lover, naked - her lush, familiar body enticing the image of 'myself' with an erotic, almost lascivious display of herself, which the other 'me' did his best to ignore - even if not entirely successfully! Contrasting with her was the beauty from the foyer. By comparison she was positively demure, still wearing the dress that had first caught my eye - and it was quite obvious that she was the one my alter ego really wanted to be with! But, each time they managed to get close enough to each other to touch, she was somehow drawn from 'my' reach and in her place 'I' found 'myself' confronted by my naked lover's display. And, in spite of the sensual longing 'I' felt for the other woman, 'I' found 'I' was unable to control the inner sexual need her flaunting aroused deep inside me. While one part of my brain was quite able to separate the two sets of dancers, the real and the imaginary, another couldn't - and, as the scenes inside my head became even more graphic I found that the ache between my thighs became more intense until I realised that the effect had been so powerful that even my cock had responded, swelling and stiffening, so much so that I was forced to shift myself into a more comfortable position. When the curtain came down I sat, still dazed, as the audience around me clapped loudly and the dancers took their well deserved bows, being recalled again and again by the enthusiastically appreciative patrons. I was just grateful for the additional delay, it gave me time to readjust to reality and, more importantly for the hard bulge in my pants to subside a little. Even so I was amongst the last to leave the theatre and, on reaching the street, as I stopped to light a cigarette and then stood quietly smoking, letting the effects of the powerful imagery slip even further away - I saw her again! Even from a distance it was apparent that this time her grey-haired escort was on the verge of actually becoming violent, gripping her arm, almost shaking her as he shouted angrily. Although from that far away I couldn't make out the words that were being exchanged it appeared that she was refusing him something, and as I hesitantly made my way towards them, he finally thrust her backwards, turned and strode away. Coming closer I could see that she was breathing heavily, still obviously shaken by his outburst and actions and it was also clear that she hadn't seen me approaching. So I spoke to her. 'Excuse me, but are you all right?' * Chapter 2 Leslie She was obviously still recovering from the man's angry outburst and hadn't heard me and I had to repeat the question before she turned her head and saw me. As she did I saw that her face was flushed, her eyes tear-filled and, that she hadn't recognised me. 'I was the man who smiled at you - in the theatre, before the performance, in the foyer.' I said, hoping like mad that she would at least remember that albeit fleeting moment. She looked at me blankly for several seconds and I was quite sure my earlier interpretation of her look must have been totally wrong - but then I was pleased, no delighted to see her expression change as she apparently finally recalled seeing my face. Seeing that, I went on hurriedly. 'When I saw your, er - escort, shouting and being so violent, I thought you might need some help.' I paused, waiting for some sort of response but she still seemed to be too shocked to answer, so I pressed on. 'Perhaps a coffee, or a drink. To settle yourself. There's a quiet little place I know, not far from here.' I added desperately. She still didn't say anything but I could see that at least now she was thinking - then she just gave a small nod and with that I felt a heady rush of excitement and a broad grin spreading all across my face. I took her arm gently and began to walk her slowly towards the bar I had in mind, which really was only just a few minutes walk from where we were. As we walked I was successful in getting her to start talking and before we had got there I had found out her name - Leslie - and by the time we had finished our first drink I could see she was becoming more relaxed, beginning to talk more freely and quite soon after that it was almost as though we had known each other for ages and were renewing an old friendship. She told me that the man she had been with was one of the bosses at the company she worked for and admitted that she had had a brief affair with him a few months earlier - but that she had broken it off, mainly because of the way his quick temper and aggressive outbursts had frightened her. 'I sometimes had the feeling that he wanted to do strange things with me. I don't just mean 'kinky' - I don't mind that.' she giggled shyly, then added. 'With the right person, I mean.' She had looked straight into my eyes as she said that and I felt a sudden surge of excitement rising up inside me as she continued. 'No, not just kinky - I always had the feeling that what he really wanted - was to do something violent - hurt me in some way. I don't know what he wanted to do but I could somehow sense it lurking there in the background - and it frightened me Michael.' 'Why did you go out with him tonight then?' 'He's been making things unpleasant for me at work in the last couple of weeks and when I confronted him about it he actually apologised - and I thought he was really sorry. I thought I had got it all wrong, that I had misunderstood him in some way. He knows I love dance and he offered to get tickets, 'no strings attached' he said, just an evening out, for old time's sake. But then, on the way to the theatre he changed back again, wanting to go home with me afterwards - and when I said no he started to get angry, then things just gradually got worse as the evening went on.' 'It sounds to me as though he has a real problem.' 'I'm sure you're right Michael.' she said, pausing for a moment and her dark eyes looking deep into mine as she continued. 'Seeing you, watching me the way you were, just before we went in I mean, that's really what finally decided me. If it hadn't been for that I might just have gone with him, if only to avoid a scene. If it hadn't been for what I thought I saw in the way you looked at me...' She shuddered. 'I'd rather not think about what might have happened.' I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. 'So you felt it too, what passed between us I mean. I thought you did but couldn't really believe it.' She smiled and nodded and I felt her fingers squeeze mine as I continued. 'It was an incredible feeling - so quick but so strong. I went looking for you at the interval, though I'm not sure just what I would have done if I had found you.' I admitted. 'I saw you go out - but he wouldn't leave, he was still trying to get me to say yes to him. It was so embarrassing, with people sitting all around us.' 'I have to tell you Leslie, just that glimpse of you in the foyer was enough to rouse me - I had the most amazing experience during the second half of the performance.' She stared at me, wide-eyed for a few seconds before she spoke, almost breathlessly. 'Experience? What do you mean? What kind of experience?' 'This is probably going to sound very silly, I have this odd imagination you see - very visual. Anyway - in my imagination I saw us, together, I mean dancing together on the stage, with the other dancers.' 'You imagined us, dancing together. Were we part of the story - it was very erotic?' 'Yes we were Leslie, with them - but separate from them you understand - it's a bit hard to explain - but it was very arousing!' She wouldn't let me get away with just a simple explanation like that, demanding a full and detailed description of what happened. I thought it best to omit the part my naked lover had played but told her everything about the parts 'she' and 'I' had played and perhaps, embellished the outcome of our fantasy dance just a little. As I described the various scenes I had imagined, she appeared to become more and more completely absorbed by my account, her eyes developing a misty, far-away look about them - and when I got to the more erotic parts of the story I noticed a faint flush creep across her face. She had continued to hold on to my hand and by the time I arrived at the final scene I found she was gripping it really tightly. When I finished she didn't say anything for a few seconds and her eyes seemed to bore right through me - but when she spoke it was obvious that she remembered every word I had said. 'Before you started you said that the experience was very arousing. Just what did you mean Michael - sexually arousing?' 'Yes Leslie - very strongly!' 'Just mentally - or physically too?' 'Physically too. I got an erection!' Her eyes widened, a small, tight smile appeared at the corners of her mouth and she let out a gasp of pleasure as she heard that and, when she spoke I heard the tension in her voice. 'You mean you got a full erection, just from imagining me dancing with you like that?' 'A very strong one and, in the circumstances very uncomfortable. That's one reason why I came out of the theatre late, I had to stay in my seat until most people had left, to let it subside a bit.' Her eyes were still misty but they stared deep and hard into mine as she responded. 'I wish I had been sitting with you Michael.' 'So do I - but it might have been positively disastrous for me if you had been!' I added with a knowing smile. She laughed softly and a mischievous sparkle lit up her eyes. 'Perhaps, but it would have been exciting wouldn't it!' Her words triggered my imagination again - and pushed it into over-drive. A picture flashed into my mind - her slim fingers curled around my straining shaft, while all around us the audience remained engrossed in the dance. Her cool hand gently stroking up and down, in time with the rhythm of the music. Her face impassively watching the stage while she insistently urged me on - her hand keeping time to the quickening beat as the music rose towards its crescendo, taking me irresistibly towards my own! 'Penny for them Michael.' I heard her say. I returned to reality again, to find her grinning at me from across the table and realised that in just those brief seconds the heavy stiffness between my legs, had returned. 'You can guess I'm sure.' 'But I like to hear you talk about it.' 'Honestly?' 'Yes Michael, honestly. I'd love to hear you talk about how excited you got, just from thinking about me. In detail!' she added. For the first time I looked around us, there weren't many people in the bar at that time but there was a small group just a couple of booths away from us. 'Not here Leslie.' I whispered and held my breath as I waited for her response - she took a while but in my heart I felt sure we both knew what it would be. 'No, not here!' I leaned across the table, kissed her quickly. 'If you are really interested - I've got an erection again!' Her eyes dropped, as though expecting to see down through the table, then back up to look deep into mine. 'Tell me about it - later. But first you'll have to excuse me for a minute.' While she was in the ladies' room I settled the bill and just a few minutes later we were in a cab, heading for her address. I slipped my arm around her shoulder, turned her face to mine and kissed her - she responded warmly and I felt her hand rest lightly on my knee. 'Don't forget what I want to hear about, all the details - how it felt, even how you feel as you remember it - everything!' She paused, her hand moving slowly up and down my thigh. 'How is it now?' she asked urgently. 'Getting big again - keep doing that and we'll be in trouble with the driver.' I whispered in her ear. 'By 'that' do you mean this?' she asked, her hand's movements becoming slower - but each move reaching a little higher up my thigh - and I felt my cock stretching and filling in response. 'Careful - he'll see!' I whispered, pulling her closer. She giggled softly. 'Maybe I don't care if he does, perhaps I...' I stifled the rest of her sentence with my lips but couldn't - and didn't really want to, stop her hand from slipping up into my lap and finding the still growing hardness of me. Luckily it was only a short drive to her place and her fondling didn't have much chance to progress further but she made sure I still had a full hard-on when we arrived - and I got a leering wink and a loaded - 'Have a nice night, sir!' - from the driver as I paid him the fare. Then, as we walked arm in arm into the entrance hall of the building the first thing we saw was an 'Out of Order' notice on the lift door! * Chapter 3 The Fire Stairs 'Oh no, not again!' Leslie sighed. 'Sorry Michael, this is the third time this month. I'm afraid we'll have to go up the fire stairs, its only three floors though.' She led the way, the narrow, concrete stairs were steep and as she began to climb ahead of me her hips and tight buttocks were just about level with my eyes, riveting my attention as they swayed and rolled. Almost automatically I reached up, resting one hand lightly on her hip, feeling the firm, soft curve of her beneath the silky material of her dress. She slowed her steps and, feeling that and realising that she liked the feel of my touch, I let my hand slip slowly down until I cupped one full cheek and, as I squeezed it I felt my cock jerk in response to the warm feel of her body. 'Is that nice Michael?' 'Mmm, marvellous!' I mumbled, my palm beginning to sweat as her taut muscles moved beneath it. 'Tell me.' 'My hand can feel the tight swelling curve of your bottom - I love the way it flexes as you climb the stairs.' As I spoke I let my hand slip down the line of her thigh, past the hem of her dress, until I could feel the sheerness of nylon clad leg, then slipping my fingers up under her skirt, I inched back up the length of the warm softness of her inner thigh. 'Now it's even more exciting, my hand being under your dress - intruding, feeling the warmth of your thigh. I'm thinking how marvellous it would be if I found you were wearing stockings, not pantyhose.' Her voice was husky, 'And your penis, your cock - how does it feel Michael?' 'It's getting bigger again - the sight of your bottom, moving like that, just in front of me - that and the feel of your thigh, is making it very, very stiff now - and my balls are very heavy, aching, getting tight.' 'And -' she asked huskily. ' - what thoughts are going through your head?' 'What I'd really like to be able to do is to slip it up between your thighs, feel them pressing against it. It would get so big that you could look down and see it poking out in front, maybe stroke its head. Just thinking about that is getting it so big that it's becoming almost painful, cramped up in my trousers as it is.' 'Why not give it room then? Take it out.' We had been climbing so slowly that we had then only just reached the first landing. Leslie stopped and turned - even in the dim light I could see that her face was heavily flushed, her eyes wide, staring down at me and, as I looked up, her mouth completed the sentence, silently forming the word - 'Please!' I kept my eyes fixed on hers and saw them drop down to my crotch and as though in some kind of dream, I did as she asked, I unzipped myself and, not without a fair bit of difficulty, managed to extricate my hard and swollen cock. 'I hope nobody decides to come down the stairs.' I said, watching her looking down at me, her lips parted, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened - but I don't think she even heard me! 'It's lovely, so big and so hard. Does it feel better now, being out like that?' 'Yes, yes it feels very good. It's got room to grow now, as I know it will when I touch you again.' 'Do you want to touch me again Michael?' 'Very much.' She turned, moved round the landing, put one foot on the stair and said, 'You'll find I am wearing stockings Michael.' I didn't need a second invitation! Moving close behind her I kissed the side of her neck, my nostrils filling with the heady scent of her perfume and felt her hand reach behind herself and, finding my cock, making it jump as her fingers closed around and lightly grasped it for a moment or two. Dance of Fantasy Then she began to slowly climb the next flight of stairs and I was able to slip my hand back under her skirt, spreading my fingers round the smooth curve of the back of her thigh, moving upwards until I felt the welt of the promised stockings and then the damp heat of her skin above it, then, with each step letting my hand move just a little higher. 'Tell me!' she hissed. My throat was tight and my mouth dry as I answered. 'I'm very excited, very aroused - as you saw. Feeling your bare thigh above the stocking is making it even bigger and harder by the second, it's pulsing, vibrating with the tension I'm feeling.' 'And?' 'And it will get bigger still, later.' 'When?' 'When you let me put it where it wants to be - and where you want it to be.' She was now breathing in short gasps, the words being forced out between them. 'And where is that?' 'Deep, deep inside you. My cock wants to fill your pussy, fill that aching space inside you.' As I spoke I slid my hand further up the back of her thigh, up the fleshy curve of the cheeks of her arse - and found my fingers delving straight into the hot dampness between them. 'No panties!' I gasped gruffly, as she paused to let me explore her. She gave a throaty chuckle. 'I wondered how long it would take you to find that out. I took them off before we left the bar!' 'Before we left the bar!' I thought to myself. 'She knew how the evening was going to end, even then.' The thought made me, if that was possible, even more aroused, want her all the more. She continued slowly moving up, step by step and I shifted my hand so that with fingers pointing forwards, their tips just managed to reach the wetness between her puffy lips and I still had the delightful feel of the taut firmness of her buttocks moving against its palm. 'Is it still big and strong?' By now I was beginning to understand her needs and had realised that what I at first had thought was just a sort of game was in fact having a very deep and arousing effect on her - and of course, on me too! 'Yes Leslie, feeling you - feeling you wet, ready for me only makes it even more excited. Its head is more swollen now and because it's so tight, a much darker, glossy purple. You'll soon be able to feel it properly for yourself - find out just how big and how strong it is. That's what you really want, isn't it?' 'Yes - you too?' 'You know it is. We've both known that since we first saw each other, in the foyer of the theatre, haven't we?' 'Yes!' 'In fact what you really would have liked was for me to make love to you right there - in the theatre, perhaps at the back, even while the dancing was going on.' As I spoke I felt her pressing herself down against my hand, covering it with her increasing wetness. When she reached the second landing she stopped, keeping me a step lower - then, bending a little, she reached behind herself again and as she pulled me to her with one hand, with the other she found and directed my cock between her legs, and, once I had slid it between the slick smoothness of her thighs, her fingers curling lightly around the head. 'We could have made love like this.' I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her, one hand cupping the weight of one firm breast, the other dropping lower, lifting her dress then parting the tangled curls of her bush. I heard her gasp with pleasure as I found the hard bud of her clitoris and lightly brushed it with my finger-tips. 'If we had been in the gallery we could have slipped out on to the staircase, to do this, with all those people just a few paces away - and while you watched the dance, you could have had me inside you, have my cock deep inside your aching pussy. You would have liked that wouldn't you?' 'Yes - oh yes Michael!' 'All right, close your eyes Leslie. Now, that's exactly where we are. You can see the stage between the heads of the people in the back row, just a little way away. The dancers are at the part where the lovers have been reunited and are so relieved to be safe and together again that they have to make love there and then. You remember that scene don't you?' She didn't say a word, just made a slight nod with her head and as I continued describing the scene and the actions that had followed I could tell that she had immediately become totally caught up in the fantasy. I even heard her softly humming a phrase from the score and her body swaying in time to it as, in her mind she recreated the scene from the performance. As she moved, her thighs flexed and tightened their grip of my shaft and her fingers continued to play lightly over and around my sensitive and now sticky cock-head. I told her how much the lovers needed each other, how their enforced separation had only made them more hungry for the feel of each other's body. How they longed to recapture the ecstasy they had known together so often. I said that the girl saw that the man's cock was bigger and harder than she had ever seen it before, realising that the sight, feel and scent of her was driving him absolutely crazy with lust. Realising that he had to have her! Realising that she had to have him! I don't know how much my voice contributed to her state but her actions made very obvious what she needed right then. She bent even further forward and, spreading herself with one hand, guided my cock-head into herself with the other. I heard myself grunt with pleasure as it slid straight and deep into her pussy - the lining of her sex, like hot, wet velvet, drawing me up into it in one, single drive that only stopped when I felt the hard, tight curve of her buttocks against my thighs. Holding her firmly by the hips I began to stroke in and out of her using long, slow strokes that reached deep into the very core of her. Her breaths came in loud, almost explosive gasps, keeping time with the rhythm of my thrusts, but, I could feel that at the same time she kept her fingers flickering over the head of her clitoris, presumably increasing the intensity of the pleasures she was getting from the blending of her imagined and our very real love-making. Slowly, very gradually, I increased the speed of my fucking, feeling her body responding with her own steadily rising urgency. As I did, driving into her faster and harder, I heard the sounds of her received pleasure rising in matching volume and then, quite suddenly felt the lining of her gripping my pistoning shaft even more tightly. From deep inside her rose a low wail that climbed in pitch and echoed around us as she frenziedly rammed herself back on to me. Then, as her convulsively powerful climax ripped through her it in turn triggered the release of the enormous pressure that had been building inside me, I felt my balls ride up as semen gathered, then I exploded in a series of shattering blasts that both drained me and flooded her. * Chapter 4 A Quiet Talk I held on to her tightly, leaving my still twitching cock up inside her as she straightened up. We were desperately panting for breath, both of us having been taken by surprise by the speed and urgency of what we had experienced together. Although we had known that we would end up making love, I don't think even she had anticipated it happening quite so quickly or in either the way or the place that it had. 'That was incredible Michael! I've never responded or climaxed as fast as that. I could see them dancing you know.' she added excitedly, her arm reaching awkwardly around behind herself to hold me as she turned her head and tried to kiss me. 'Me neither Leslie. You were wonderful, your body reacted so powerfully, it literally drained me. But let's get upstairs, this isn't really the ideal place for it, is it?' She giggled but didn't immediately move. 'I don't know - it worked fine I thought.' Giggling again as she wriggled her bottom back against me. Then adding. 'But I suppose you're right. Now for the messy part.' Letting go of me she shifted her weight forward to let my cock slip out of herself, which in turn released the cocktail of fluids inside her that then started to run out and down the inside of her legs. 'Come on, I need to clean myself up a bit now.' she said, holding her skirt up with one hand and grabbing hold of mine with the other as she started to run up the last section of the stairs. Once inside her flat she headed for the bath-room to sponge the sticky mess from her legs then made coffee which we sat drinking as we talked. I found that she led a fairly quiet life, her job was demanding and most evenings, after she got home she watched a bit of TV and then went to bed. When I told her that I wrote for TV she got quite excited and even more so when she recognised some of the programmes I had been involved with. Wanting to know what it was really like on the other side of the camera, what it was like working with particular stars, were some of the stories she had read about them true or not. All the usual kinds of things people ask once they know you are 'in the business'. Later she told me that she had been engaged once but called it off when she realised the guy really wasn't right for her and since then had only had the occasional lover, the man she had been with earlier that evening having been around, on and off for several months. He was married of course and even at the start of the affair, when it had been good, she only saw him once or twice a week and never at week-ends. So the picture she painted of her life was, by my standards a very lonely one. As the conversation became more intimate she admitted that she often resorted to getting herself off, masturbating - and that she fantasised a good deal, to help her do that. She had always enjoyed hearing her lovers talk about how they were feeling when they were making love, though most of them hadn't been very good at being able to do that. 'So when you started talking, in that little bar, it was fantastic. A man who was able and willing to tell me what was going on his head, I've always dreamed of having a man like that. Then later, the way you were able to conjure up the situation in the theatre for me - that was wild! I can't tell you how much it turned me on.' 'I did notice, remember!' I responded, grinning. She laughed with me. 'Yes of course you did. But although you were inside my body, you couldn't get inside my head - and that's where it was all really happening you know - thanks to you.' 'Just glad to be of service m'am.' I said in a mocking tone of voice, which got me a sharp dig in the ribs from her elbow as she laughed again. 'Seriously Michael. I can't explain just how marvellous you made it for me. And I hope you'll do it again sometime.' she added, sliding closer and nuzzling my neck with her soft lips. I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her on the mouth, tasting the sweetness of it, feeling her tongue slip inside mine and her body responding more passionately as the kiss lingered on and on. Finally we broke for air and as we did I looked her straight in the eye and asked. 'Would you really like me to do something like that again? I mean, create a fantasy situation for you, while I make love to you? Is that what you'd really like?' Her eyes lit-up, her cheeks flushed and I heard a catch in her voice as she answered, quite breathlessly. 'Oh yes! Would you? Would you really do something like that again?' 'If that's what you'd like.' 'Oh more than anything Michael. It would be wonderful!' I thought quickly, several possibilities came immediately to mind, none of them quite right - but at least I had something to start with. And I also found that the very idea of making love to her in that way was exciting for me too, I could feel faint stirrings going on deep inside myself at just the thought of it. 'O.K. But we'll need to get a bit organised first.' 'What do you want me to do?' she asked immediately. 'First of all, where's your bed-room?' 'Through here.' she answered, springing up and pulling me across the room after her and went down a short hall-way. Her room was quite big and I was pleased to see she had a large double bed but that there was still ample space around it for what I was beginning to have in mind. I also noticed that her wardrobe included long, full-length mirrors and that she had two, small bed-side lamps as well as the one in the ceiling. The decor and rest of the furniture was naturally very feminine and having looked around I complimented her on what she had done to the room and then continued. 'Now this is what I want you to do. First, give me five minutes in here on my own, there are just a few small changes I'd like to make, so that what follows is even better for you. Perhaps you could get us both a drink of some sort. Five minutes, no more I promise you. Then I'll ask you to come in - and get undressed - O.K.?' 'Of course! And then?' 'And then, I'll tell you what happens next.' She made a face at me but I could see by the look in her eyes that she was already getting excited by the prospect and was quite willing to go along with my keeping things just a bit mysterious at that stage of things. 'O.K. Now what would you like - Scotch all right?' 'Fine, thank you. Just leave it in the other room for now, I'll come out and have it when I've done what I have to in here.' As she went off to get the drinks I closed the door behind her and quickly made a few simple adjustments to the room then, having done that I turned off the lights, closed the door and re-joined her. 'That was quick!' she said as I reappeared. 'I said I'd only be five minutes. Didn't you believe me?' I asked, grinning at her surprise. 'Not really. So you haven't completely re-decorated it then?' she responded. 'You'll still recognise it, in fact I doubt you'll actually notice what I've done. Just a few minor touches, I promise you. Now, where's my drink please?' As we sat and sipped our drinks together I could sense the tension in the air between us, that was good, the more curious she got, the greater her tension - and the greater that was, the more she would enjoy what eventually followed. To add extra fuel to whatever fire was starting to smoulder inside her I asked. 'Your personal fantasies, what form do they most often take?' My question and its implications suddenly made her eyes light up again, but she was thoughtful for a moment or two, then she answered. 'You mean when I'm getting myself off?' I nodded and she went on. 'They vary a bit.' She paused, gave me a mischievous grin and then continued. 'The ones I'm prepared to tell you about, most often don't include anyone I know, just a man, almost faceless, just a body - a nice body of course. I don't mean muscular or anything like that, trim, taut - and terrific, I suppose.' she added with a laugh. 'But seriously, just nice. He's kind to me, very, very considerate, it's my pleasure that he's there for, not his - although he get's his too of course, that's important.' I could tell that as she continued she was getting more involved, probably even recalling one or two of her more recent experiences - and that was very good. So I said nothing, just let her go on at her own pace. 'As I said, it's not really what his body is like, I mean he doesn't need to have a gigantic cock - it's much more to do with what happens, that gets me turned-on. The surroundings, the circumstances, the way he does things. It's a bit hard to explain really.' She paused but it was obvious that she was thinking through just what she was trying to say and I didn't interrupt her and after a few seconds she continued. 'That's why I came so quickly, out there with you. Everything was just right you see. First, the way we met; you were kind and considerate. What I had seen in the theatre; the dance I mean, it was erotic, got me thinking about sex. Then you started talking about how I had made you feel - I've told you that's always arousing. Then, on the stairs, the way you touched me - and went on touching me, getting progressively more intimate - but gradually, taking your time, not just going for the quick grab and feel as some guys would. So, all that had got me really wound it and when you re-created the dance scene in my head and made love to me while you were doing that - wow! I suppose that if it hadn't been real I would have said that was one of my best ever fantasies! My usual ones aren't often as complex as that, I'm not as creative as you obviously are - but each one would include some of those elements in it. Does that help?' 'Yes Leslie, yes it does. But tell me, it's not relevant to what I had in mind for us - but while we're talking of fantasies - I remember reading somewhere that most women fantasise about rape, at some time or other. Is that really true?' 'I should think so, I know I do, not often mind you - not violent rape and it's definitely not something I'd ever want to experience.' Again she paused and when she continued her voice was quieter, deeper, more serious. 'That's one reason why I broke up with Ted, the man tonight, that was the kind of creepy feeling I'd get from him sometimes. That he wanted to do violent things with me. Uuuugh!' she added as the very thought made her shudder. I could tell from the expression on her face that she still had a little more to say so I made no response, and she continued. 'But, the idea of the man I'm thinking of is somehow making me do it, the fact that I have no say in it, the sense of him being over-powering, sort of mentally over-powering. That's a turn-on. Maybe it's a way around the guilt thing - you know, most of us are brought up with the idea that sex is naughty, if not downright bad. That means there's got to be some sort of guilty feelings deep down inside us, doesn't it?' I simply nodded, still not wanting to alter her train of thought by injecting my own at that stage. 'So, the sense of not having any choice about it, that he's forcing me to do it - that means I can't feel guilty about it, you see?' 'I understand and now it makes sense to me. But tell me, what about the other way around. You forcing a man to have sex with you, almost against his will. Does that ever happen, in your fantasies I mean? 'I know what you mean - and yes it does - but it's quite different. It's more a question of the man being so overwhelmed by my sexual attraction, the way I look, the feelings he gets for me become so strong he just can't help himself. The end result is the same but what's involved is different - do you follow Michael?' 'I think so. Complicated isn't it.' 'Yes. But is all that relevant to what you already had in mind - for me, for us?' I smiled at her barely controlled eagerness and reached out for her as I answered. 'Not really - but it's nice being able to talk about these things isn't it?' 'With you, yes. I feel comfortable talking like that with you. I couldn't do it with most men though. It's nice, feeling that way so quickly.' As I pulled her lips to mine and just before we kissed again, I whispered. 'I'll soon have you 'feeling nice' in an altogether different way!' She wriggled herself around so she could press herself tightly up against me and as we kissed and I let my hands roam over her soft curves, I felt one of her hands drop down to my thigh, squeezing it, edging it up towards my crotch. And as the kiss grew longer, hotter I felt the fires that had burned so fiercely being quickly re-kindled inside both of us and I became aware of the rapidly growing stiffness beneath Leslie's skilful fingers. When finally our lips broke apart I whispered. 'I think it's time to start - don't you?' 'Oh, yes please! What do you want me to do?' she replied immediately. 'First, I want you to go into the bed-room, don't turn on any lights, I haven't moved any of the furniture so you won't fall over anything. Close the door, sit on the bed, close your eyes and think about the dance. Not the one I created for you, the real one. Try and remember as much as you can of what you saw, hear the music, see the theatre, the audience, everything you can. Dance of Fantasy But, one difference, you are with me, not with Ted. It's me sitting next to you, holding your hand. Try to imagine that, how you would feel. In the dark, that's important. Can you do that?' 'Yes, I'm sure I can. That will be nice, imagining it's you with me. Can I touch you if I want to? In my mind I mean, can I imagine touching you?' 'Anything you like.' 'Anything!' I laughed. 'Almost, try to keep the scene as real as possible though - the fantasy comes later.' 'What about you, what are going to be doing?' 'I'll join you, in a little while. But keep your eyes shut when you hear the door open, that's important too. O.K.?' 'O.K. - shall I go now?' I nodded, she grinned shyly and as she got up to go, said. 'It's going to be lovely, I know that. But I feel a bit funny.' 'You're going to feel all sorts of things very soon, so don't worry about being a little bit nervous right now. Just relax, get into the mood of the theatre. I'll be in soon, so don't take too long.' She was across the room and about to go down the hall-way when she suddenly stopped and turned. 'Shouldn't I take my things off? You said earlier that I was going to do that.' 'Not just yet, you're in the theatre remember, I doubt you'd sit naked in the audience.' 'I see. O.K. Don't you be too long though.' Once she had gone and I heard the door close I had a quick look through the record and CD collection I had noticed earlier, there was nothing really similar to the music we had heard at the theatre but I found something that would at least provide a bit of background and set it up. Then I finished my drink and poured myself another, smaller one, sipping it slowly while I thought of what was to come - and felt the arousal that had started while we were kissing and cuddling, growing stronger as I contemplated the thought of making love with Leslie for a second time. This time it would be more slowly and far more thoroughly than our first, in some ways all too explosive sex had been. * Chapter 5 A Private Dance I gave her about ten minutes to get into the scenario I had described for her then, stripped. The thoughts that had been going through my head had already given me a partial erection and it only took a few strokes of one hand to bring it up to near full size - knowing that what I was going to be soon seeing and doing would finish the job for me. Having turned out all the lights except one small one in the far corner of the room, I moved quietly down the hall-way and, to start getting them accustomed to the dark, stood there for a while with my eyes closed. Then, very carefully opened the bed-room door, hoping that Leslie had done as I had asked and that she still had her eyes shut. As I stood in the door-way I found I could just make out the shape of her, sitting on the edge of the bed, humming the same piece of music from the show that I had heard when we were on the fire-stairs. She didn't seem to have heard me open the door but after a few seconds, maybe because she had then become aware of the music that was playing in the other room, I heard her humming stop and she tilted her head in my direction to hear it better - and I saw that she did indeed have her eyes tightly closed. 'Keep your eyes shut please Leslie. For just a little longer now.' I said, softly and calmly. My own eyes were now quite used to the minimal light that was reflected down the hall-way and could see that she gave a little smile as she heard the sound of my voice. 'We are at the theatre.' I saw her nod. 'You may not know it but there is a second act to the dance we have just seen together. It is rarely performed - and has never been performed in public before. Did you know that?' 'No, I didn't.' she answered very quietly. 'It's never been performed in public for two reasons. One the dancers have to perform mainly in the nude. And, even more importantly, the choreography calls for some of them to make love to each other during the dance.' 'Aaah!' she said, even more quietly - and I saw from the expression on her face that she understood something of what I had in mind. 'Now, you have been asked to join the company for this, rather daring second act - and so have I. Will you do that?' 'Of course, I'd love to - with you Michael.' 'Good, I thought you would. Now I want you to still keep your eyes closed as we go backstage and get ourselves ready. Get up now please.' She stood and I began to speak again, still quite quietly but a little more slowly than before, hoping that would give her enough time to build and then extend the fantasy I was trying to create for her. 'As we get up from our seats in the audience you feel everyone's eyes turning to look at you. They know what you have agreed to do and some of the women are very envious of you. When they see just how beautiful you are many of them, mainly the men, are trying to imagine what you will look like nude. In fact, as we make our way down through the audience I look around us and can see on many of their staring faces an expression of what is all too obviously their barely contained desire. We walk slowly out of the auditorium and make our way back-stage, the professional dancers greet you as we pass, they are pleased to see us, knowing that we have a key role to play in this part of the production. We have been given a dressing room to ourselves and as I close the door behind us you begin to undress and, knowing that I am eagerly watching you, you take your time about it, just dropping your clothes on the floor around you. You can start to undress now Leslie.' I told her. She did just that. Slowly, quite erotically, as though strip-tease was something she did every day - and, as more and more of her pale flesh was gradually exposed and just as I had anticipated, I felt my already stiff cock, swell, lengthen and harden even more. Underneath her dress she was wearing a bra made of white, delicately lacy fabric, plus a tiny pair of matching bikini briefs that she must have put back on some after we went into her flat. When she unhooked and removed the bra I got to see her breasts for the first time; they weren't over-large, nicely full and in proportion to the rest of her slim build - but they were a perfect shape, set high on her rib-cage and curving up and out in twin crescents, each sharply tipped with sweet little nipples set in darker, slightly puckered circles. I was still staring at their mouth-watering shape when she bent and slowly slipped the briefs down over her hips and then gracefully stepped out of them, to stand, half-turned towards me, totally naked. I didn't say a word for some time, for one thing I didn't trust myself to try, my mouth and throat had gone as dry as dust - for another, I wanted her own internal fantasy to have time to strengthen, just as my cock was doing in reaction to the sight of her gorgeous body. Then, clearing my throat and trying to control the catch in my voice I continued. 'Lovely, Leslie - you're absolutely lovely. Now we are going out of the dressing-room. This time there are no people around, they are all busy getting themselves ready too and so the short corridor is quite empty. We climb the stairs that lead up to the stage, I'm behind you of course, watching you climb ahead of me, getting even more excited at seeing you like that. You know from experience just how excited you can make me - don't you?' She smiled and nodded - and I imagined she was remembering the earlier sight she had of my rampant cock. Now we have reached the stage and we move to our places. In the early part of the act our role is to move around amongst the dancers, we symbolise the sexual arousal which will slowly grow in each of them as the scene progresses. And to do that we naturally have to appear sexy ourselves and if we are to do that we have to really experience sexual arousal. Are you feeling sexy?' Again she nodded. As she did that I moved to where I had put one of her bed-side lamps, beneath the bed. I had placed it so its light would be partially shielded by the covers, only lighting her up to about chest height, leaving her face in deep shadow. I had at the same time partly opened the door of her wardrobe, so that from where she was standing she would see herself reflected in the full length mirror that covered it. I hoped that in the otherwise darkened room the effect would be similar to how she might have looked on a generally darkened stage, with diffused spot-lights illuminating just the lower portion of her body. I turned on the light - it was even better than I had hoped, the shadows were blacker and the light softer, she really looked stunning and I allowed myself to enjoy the view for several seconds before moving back to where I had been before and where I knew that as she looked into the mirror, I would be just out of her line of sight. 'The curtain is about to go up - and when it does you have to stand quite still for the first few seconds, I have to walk across to you and around you, to stand behind you - then the theatre is plunged into darkness for a few seconds and then come on again as the dancers enter. O.K.?' Once again, just a small nod and although I now couldn't see her face as clearly as I had before, I sensed that she was tensed and felt sure the fantasy was really getting to her! 'Curtain up! Open your eyes!' I said in a louder voice - and with that I began to move slowly forward and without looking at her directly, on and around her. Although I couldn't see her eyes I knew exactly where she would be looking! When she opened them the first thing she would see would be herself, at least part of herself, in the mirror - and having been sitting with her eyes closed for almost twenty minutes that sight would, I was sure, totally disorient her. Then, before she really had time to work out what I had done, she would see me - and mainly my cock, which by then was sticking up almost vertically, its head a swollen, dark red bulb - moving slowly out of the darkness towards her. In spite of all the control she had shown up until then she couldn't control the gasp of surprised excitement that broke from her throat as she saw herself and then the lower part of me. I felt quite sure she would continue to stare wide-eyed at the reflection of my cock - and then, as I moved around in front of her, at the real thing too. For a few seconds at least, there would be two of me! As I walked around behind her I let my fingers trail very lightly across the curve of her buttocks, seeing her body tense at the sudden touch, then, when I was a little to one side of her and could see my own reflection in the mirror, I stopped - and said. 'Lights out! Close your eyes again Leslie!' To heighten both what she had seen and what I wanted her to imagine I remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke on my previously slow, low tone. 'When the lights briefly came on you heard from the otherwise silent audience a gasp of what you knew was their collectively surprised pleasure - now, as they come on again for the other dancers to join us, you hear another, and you know that this time it's mainly the sight of you that's causing that sound. The dance begins - the others, acting out their parts, are as yet oblivious to our presence - remember that we are just symbolising sexual arousal. Some of them are dressed, some not - but like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, before they ate of the Tree of Knowledge - even those that are naked are, at this stage unaware of their own sexual natures and needs. As they dance, we move around amongst them, sometimes together.' I reached out and let my fingers run down her arm to her hand, feeling her fingers automatically try to close around mine. 'And sometimes apart.' I continued, as I withdrew my hand from her reach. 'But always very conscious of each other - and the exciting effect each one has on the other. The dance progresses and one by one the dancers start to see us, come close, touch various parts of us, exploring.' I continued and as I spoke, did just that, lightly touching and sometimes fondling parts of her body. Trailing my fingers over the upswept curve of a breast, down her back, into the tight crease between her buttocks, across her belly, down her thigh, up between her thighs. I could see from her reactions just how aroused my words and actions were making her - her breasts rose and fell as she took deeper breaths, the red tips of them swelling and hardening. 'Every now and then you reach out and stroke my cock, as though reassuring yourself of my continuing need for you.' As I spoke I took her hand and guided it to the throbbing, quivering length. Her touch was thrilling, as light as mine had been, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft, over and around the glossy head and every now and then, curling under my tightly swollen balls. Trying to ignore the effect she was having on me I continued describing what was going on around us in the fantasy. 'One by one the dancers' actions become more erotic as they become aware of their own sexuality and then the deep, powerful needs it creates inside of themselves. Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence they begin to caress each other, soon several of the men begin to get erections and their partners, seeing your actions, begin to stroke and caress them. As though instructing them how women receive their pleasure, you begin to caress yourself, showing the female dancers how they too can also become physically aroused.' While continuing to stimulate me with one hand she used the other to squeeze her breasts and their quickly hardening nipples then, sliding it down between her legs and adjusting her stance slightly, began to gently caress the entrance to her pussy and the sensitive bud above it. 'By now all the dancers are naked and are in various stages of arousal - some shyly, hesitantly, keeping to the back corners of the stage - others writhing together, being publicly provocative, appearing to enjoy the act all the more because the other dancers are watching them. But no matter what their characters or personalities - every single one of them is now fully aware of their sexuality - and getting physically excited. In a moment or two we come to the end of this, the first scene of the act. In the second scene you and I have to teach the others how to use the sexuality that they have discovered - demonstrate how to make love. So as not to lose the atmosphere that has been created in the theatre during this scene, the second has to follow almost immediately and the performers have very little time to get ready for it. The lights will go out and you and I have to move from centre stage, to allow a bed to be brought on! You move a few steps to your right and I go left - before the lights come back on again you have to be lying down on the bottom corner of the bed, your legs on the floor, spread wide. The dancers gather around the edges of the stage, to watch what we are going to do - just as the audience will too - then I return and crouch down between your legs, with my back to the audience. O.K.?' I saw Leslie swallow nervously and then give a short, sharp nod of her head. 'Lights out! Move!' She was marvellous, as though we had rehearsed it a dozen times. She moved just the few steps I needed - and I pulled the bed out and around to the spot I had tried it in before, pulled the pillows down, to support her back, then guided her to lie in the position I had described. Then, having made a quick check to make sure she would be able to see herself in the mirror, I told her to open her eyes again. 'Dancers are in place. Lights on! Open your eyes!' She did and I was thrilled to see the way she caught sight of herself in the mirror. From her expression I could tell she was totally caught up in the web I had spun for her - at that moment she really was on stage, being stared at by a few hundred people. And yet, at the same time, and because of her continuing disorientation, she had the impression that she was also down amongst that audience, watching herself. Again I approached from one side and again her eyes automatically locked on to the sight of my cock as I moved close, stood between her wide-spread legs, smiled down at her and whispered before I sank to my knees. 'You can leave your eyes open and watch yourself if you want to Leslie.' I kneeled as low as I could, so that she could still see herself as I eased her thighs a little further apart, then lifted my head and began to lick my way up her thigh, starting just above her knee. All I could see of her from that angle were her thighs and at their apex, her pussy and I took the opportunity to get my first look at what was soon going to be the pleasure-centre for both of us. She had a well-pronounced mound, evenly covered with thick, curly hair, through which I could see the puffy and obviously swollen outer pussy-lips, the light bouncing off the small pearls of moisture that clung to their folds. Above them, already a pronounced ridge, I could also see her clitoris, its sensitive, normally hooded head, peeking out. Her sex was as beautiful as the rest of her - and as I stared I felt my cock surge in anticipation of the ecstasy that was still to come for both of us. As I got closer to it I felt her body tensing and heard small sighs of pleasure escaping from her - and when I began to lick around the outer lips, then slid my tongue between their pouting folds, I felt her body start to tremble from her mounting excitement. There was no rush and I took my time, lifting her slowly through the various levels, seeing her body's responses grow steadily stronger, hearing the rising intensity of her moans and gasps - using them as a gauge of her need for a steadily increasing level of stimulation. So it was quite understandable that when I finally began to lightly flick the pronounced ridge of her clitoris I recognised she began to climb up to her actual climax, and as I felt those much stronger reactions I slipped my hands up under the tensed curves of her buttocks. Plunging my tongue deep inside her I sucked hard, tasting the acrid sweetness of her flowing juices then, lifting her bottom up off the bed, I began to flash my tongue faster and faster. I heard her strengthening groans of pleasure, then suddenly her body rose in a high rigid arch, my mouth was filled with a rush of fluid and I heard her shriek as the force of her orgasm ripped through her. I took her to ever-higher levels of pleasure by continuing to lick and suck her for a while, then even while it was still coursing through her, I moved quickly. Backing out from between her legs I stood, lifted and turned her, getting her down on to her hands and knees and standing behind her, looked into the mirror to check that we were at the right angle. Even I was surprised at the sight of myself, or at least my cock, it seemed far bigger than usual, its head glossily coated with the volume of pre-cum that had been steadily seeping from me. 'Look at us Leslie! See just what the dancers and the audience are watching.' I said, reaching forward to turn her head sideways. From the tense expression on her face I could tell that she was still feeling the effect of the echoes of her climax - but as she saw herself, and behind her my massive, almost grotesque cock, her eyes opened wide and she gave a hoarse gasp. Perhaps she was wondering if she could actually take its mass, but I gave her no time to think about that, giving her only a couple of seconds to anticipate what was to come before moving forward. Slipping one hand down between her parted thighs and using it to guide my swollen cock-head between her pussy-lips, I slowly pushed it into her. Looking sideways into the mirror I saw what Leslie would be staring at. Because of the way I had angled the light the upper part of my body was still in deep shadow and what she had said earlier, about her fantasies usually revolving around an unknown, 'faceless' man, came to mind. I wondered if at that moment she was in fact living out a fantasy within a fantasy! Dance of Fantasy I eased her around a little, so she could see from an even better angle and then used long, slow strokes, giving her plenty of time to appreciate not only the feel of my cock but also the sight of it, disappearing and reappearing in and out of her increasingly responsive body. The slippery tightness of her sex was sending waves of sheer bliss up through my body, the lining squeezing my cock as it thrust deep into her, gripping even more tightly as I withdrew. But whether it was because of the earlier, explosively draining climax, or because I had been concentrating on stage-managing Leslie's enjoyment I was surprised and pleased to find I had no sense of rising urgency. So it was Leslie who came first - or maybe it was merely an even higher point in the climax that seemed to have been continuing all that time. Whichever, the effect was violent, she heaved herself back onto me, her arse pounding against my stomach, her cunt's rhythmic contractions gripping my cock even harder as the orgasm wracked her body. Yet, even the force of that didn't make me come! And from the way I continued to drive into her it was obvious to Leslie that I hadn't - so she was even more anxious to co-operate when I leaned forward and said. 'The audience wants to see you, see you fucking me - to do that you'll have to let me lie where you are, you'll have to get on top, facing them. O.K.?' Her reply was garbled by the grunts of pleasure that I was still forcing from her but, as I slowed down and then eased my cock out of her she slid off the bed to make room for me. If she was to be able to do what I had visualised I knew I had to position myself very precisely and luckily the bed was low to the ground or there would have been no possibility at all. Holding my legs tightly together, bracing myself by keeping my feet flat on the floor, I angled my body off through the corner of the bed, the edge of the mattress supporting me in the small of my back and one of the pillows doing the same for my head. As I was getting set I noticed Leslie's eyes, she was torn between watching what I was doing and how my resulting position made my cock stand up vertically, like a tent-pole - but also glancing away into the surrounding darkness, as though trying to catch a glimpse of either the dancers or the watching audience. When she saw I was ready for her she came forward to position herself and was about to step over my legs, facing me. 'No Leslie. The other way around, so the audience can see your face.' I whispered. As she did that of course she realised why I wanted her that way around, having her back to me meant she could see herself in the mirror, see what the imaginary audience could see - watch my cock slipping back up inside her as she lowered herself down on to it. Although she now blocked my own view through the mirror I could easily imagine what it looked like and the view from the back was quite exciting enough for me, her tightly rounded arse rising and falling as she rose and fell, impaling herself over and over again on the massive length. Maybe it was the different angle that finally provided the extra friction on my cock, maybe it was because this time I was just lying back enjoying the sensations that rushed through me. Maybe the sight of herself, fucking me gave Leslie extra impetus - whichever or whatever it was, that time it didn't take long at all. After only a couple of minutes of that intense enjoyment I felt the effect of the thrills she was giving me suddenly change and had the feeling that every single drop of fluid in my body was being drained to a point concentrated just beneath my cock. I heard myself groan from the painful pleasure of it and, as the reservoir seethed and boiled, began to heave hard up into her. And feeling the change in my response Leslie increased the power of her downthrusts, speeding-up the pace of them to keep time with my upthrusts. That finally triggered it - the pressure behind the gathering mass was finally too great and, like an overheated pressure-vessel exploding, the first blast of scalding semen jetted up through me. I cried out as I felt my cock erupting, then again and again as it violently pumped load after scorching load of it deep into the very heart of her, then yet again when I felt her body urging me to give her even more, siphoning every single drop out of me. Later, although we were by then both virtually exhausted, we talked again and Leslie tried to explain just how real I had managed to make the fantasy seem for her. 'It's hard to describe Michael, it was as though I was in two worlds at the same time. Part of me was in my own bed-room, making love with you. And that was quite fantastic!' she added, hugging me tight. 'But another part was in fact on a stage, just as you described, amongst a group of dancers, performing in front of an audience. And that was wild! The combination was unbelievably exciting - and gave me the most powerful climaxes I've ever experienced! Not being able to see your face most of the time only made it even better - I don't mean that the way it might sound.' she said with a somewhat guilty grin. 'But it's just that's often the way I see a man, in my fantasies.' she added - and I nodded understandingly - glad that I had been right when I thought that keeping the angle of the lights low might enhance her reactions. 'And so it somehow made the reality even more like a real fantasy - if you can understand that. I told you it was difficult to explain.' 'No, I understand just what you mean Leslie. I'm just happy it all worked so well for you.' 'And for you too I hope!' 'Of course for me too.' I said, laughing. 'You must have felt just how good it was for me. At first I thought I was going to go on all night and then when I did come I felt as though I was pumping every single drop of fluid in my body into you.' 'Yes there was certainly a lot of it - and I liked that, it made me feel as though I had done my bit, after all you had done for me I mean.' she explained, giving me another tight hug. 'Done for us Leslie - us, not just you. I enjoyed it just as much remember.' 'Really, did you really?' 'Yes, really.' She paused for a moment, as though unsure whether to say what was in her mind, then asked. 'Does that mean you'd - I mean, that we could - oh shit! Can we do it again sometime, or something like that?' she said with a rush. I grinned and hugged her as tightly as she had hugged me. 'Of course, I'd love to - any time you like Leslie.' That night marked the beginning of a long, satisfying and always wonderfully exciting relationship with Leslie. My imagination and her enjoyment of fantasy were perfectly matched - and our bodies frequently revelled in the wonders our minds created for them.