1 comments/ 22698 views/ 1 favorites Memoirs of a Preacher's Daughter Fantasy 01 By: Mera_Smythe It's raining today – One of those completely overcast days with a steady day-long drizzle in store. Looking back on that spring, I can't help but have a little secret smile inside and hope it's raining where you are too. It's amazing how certain days or certain smells can take you back – Back to a summer cottage in the woods and an unforgettable day. Little did I know when I signed on as a female staffer at a revolving youth summer camp that I would be utterly beguiled by the end of the season. I still remember the day we met – Sitting next to one another in the dining hall with the rest of the staff during the welcome speech. You were struggling very hard not to comment under your breath while the director droned on and on about things that should be common sense to anyone above the age of 11, and I was trying very hard not to encourage you by laughing. I failed miserably, and we became instant comrades. You accused me of having a devilish smile, and I accused you of bringing it out in me. I remember how sweetly we teased each other too... for weeks on end. Kids rolled in and out on a weekly basis, keeping everyone busy, but we somehow managed to spend a good bit of time together each day or evening, sharing our secret thoughts and testing the waters a little more with every stolen moment... until finally, opportunity struck. Staffers were allowed rotating weekends to go offsite once the students had left and before the next batch came in. You and I and Jen were picked to stay behind, with not much more to do than tend the animals and keep the place from burning down. But Jen ended up getting sick, and before we knew it, we had the entire place to ourselves... And weeks of unexplored tension to work with. I was – still am – shy about making the first move. I think you were too. We probably would have gone on teasing indefinitely had it not been for a little help from the skies causing us both to get soaked to the skin. Your cabin was close, and you promised the protection of a warm fluffy robe while our clothes dried. Looking into your eyes, which were filled with intensity, I knew what the invitation meant... I didn't stand a chance of resistance. You teased and joked with me, handing me a big blue terry robe at the bathroom door, and promised to change into a robe as well to keep me from feeling at a disadvantage – After all, it wouldn't be fair for you to be in jeans while I had my bare legs and feet exposed. Thinking of your teasing ways still puts a smile on my face... It felt very intimate, being in your bathroom, surrounded by your things, taking my clothes off, then being surrounded by your lingering scent in the robe. Even as soaked as I was, I can still remember debating whether or not to hang everything up or leave a few items on for the sake of modesty... and how my entire body flushed when I finally slid my panties off and hung them under my jeans and shirt in an attempt to make it a little less obvious that I was completely nude under your robe. Finally, I came out to find you already changed into another terry robe... this one white and lighter weight than the one you'd given me. That first look... the one you gave me when I walked out in your robe... completely took my breath away. But you teased me again about the naughtiness of exposing my bare feet to your eyes, then excused yourself into the bathroom, telling me I could take the bed if my feet were cold, promising to sit in the chair when you came back, 'like a good boy'. I sat down on your bed... scooting back into the corner, fighting to cover feet and legs within the robe while not exposing other things and finally gave up, pulling your sheet and covers back to slide my legs under them. Again, I can't tell you how decadent it felt to be making myself at home in your bed, knowing that you've slept here night after night, and perhaps thought of me the same way I've thought of you in my own bed. For weeks, I don't think either of us had ever been at a loss for words, but when you came out of the bathroom and found me cozied up in your covers, neither of us seemed to have a thing to say. I smiled at you, and you smiled back and pulled the chair over as close as possible to the bed. Sitting there with your legs slightly parted, the slit of the robe following the contour of your thighs as you leaned toward me across the bed, you said, "You know you look very tousled... and very kissable right now. Can I kiss you, Mera?" My heart was pounding. I couldn't even speak – My lips and tongue were already tingling in anticipation as I leaned forward, meeting you in the middle for that first kiss... the sweetest, gentlest brushing of lips on lips. My breasts were instantly heavy, my core instantly damp from one of the chastest kisses I think I've ever received. I both wanted more, and for the moment to last forever exactly as it was at the same time... You reached your right hand up to my jaw, your fingertips in the hair at the nape of my neck, your thumb and index finger gently tugging on my earlobe, tickling me just enough to make me smile and turn my head toward your hand – allowing you to move your lips to my other ear. I bite my lip and give a little whimper with the intensity of the pleasure. I love the feel of your lips gently tugging at my earlobe, and lean my head that much harder into your other hand, exposing my neck to your exploring lips and tongue. You rake your teeth over the tendon in my neck below my ear, which feels like electricity going through my body and causes me to jump, pulling away slightly. But you use your right hand - fingers still in my hair - to keep me close, nibbling and kissing my neck again and again until I am literally aching to feel your body pressing against mine. Outside, the rain picks up to a solid downpour, pounding the roof so hard it sounds like it could come down at any moment. I am drowning in you, and can't think of a better way to go as I cup your own face in my hands, pulling your lips back to mine for a passionate, I-can't-get-enough-of-you kiss. Pulling you with me, I lay back. You put one knee on the bed, and crawl toward me until we're laying fully against one another, side by side, covered shoulder to calf by the terry robes which are still tied tight. You kiss the bridge of my nose, and I burrow my nose under your chin, loving the way your skin smells. I tell you as much, and you laugh and roll onto your back, arms spread wide as if to say 'yes, yes, just have your way with me' and tell me to sniff 'til my heart's content. Smiling, I prop myself up on one arm and lean over you, and start to use my nose and lips to caress and nuzzle your skin as lightly as possible... the corners of your mouth, tickling you... back under your chin... down your jaw toward your ear... behind your ear. You moan softly, and I pull back, needing to see the look on your face. Satisfied with what I see, I shift my weight, curling one thigh over your legs as I stretch to nuzzle the other side of your face and neck, pressing us closer together. You shift, moving one arm under me, turning your body toward me to help me reach, arms around me, and slip one knee between mine... my lips move down from behind your ear to the base of your neck, and then toward your collar bone. I use my nose to push the robe out of my way before pressing my tongue deeply into the hollow there. Your moan is like music to my ears... the sweetest harmony to the song my own body is singing for you combined with the timbre of the rain slowing on the roof. I move lower, enjoying the texture of the hair on your chest against my lips and nose. I brush my lips down the length of your collar bone, toward your far shoulder, pushing the robe out of my way as I go. The tie has loosened, and the far half of your chest is now exposed to my explorations. I brush my lips back along the line of your collar bone, slightly lower than the last time. Back and forth, I use my lips to explore every bit of your chest from your sternum to your side... until finally my lips brush over your nipple. You gasp a little and I smile, brushing my lips over it again, this time lingering to bite it gently through my lips before moving past. You swallow hard, and shift your weight... pushing me onto my back as you take control of the situation again, your knee sliding up between my thighs a little more as you nibble my lips. Leaning your head on your hand, you use your other hand to tug at my robe until half of my chest is also exposed. Your eyes move back and forth between my face and my shoulder, then breast that come into view as you use the tip of your middle finger to make big circles... down the outside of my breast... over my ribs... back up between my breasts.... Under my collar bone... round and round in smaller and smaller circles. I am watching your face, and smile to see you smile as my nipple puckers, anticipating where those circles are leading. You catch me smiling, and lean down to kiss my lips before leaning over me further to blow on my nipple. I close my eyes, and feel your tongue flick over my hard nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. You blow again, making it ache to feel your warm mouth surround it. But instead of easing the ache, you continue to tease me... alternately licking and then blowing on my nipple while you pull the other side of the robe toward you... brushing your fingertips along the underside of my other breast and the terry across my nipple as you pull the robe fully open above the sash. You run your fingertips down over the newly exposed skin, and beyond... down to where my hand is laying between us. Then you lift my hand, stretching my arm up over my head... before reaching over to do the same with the other arm. Your palms press against my triceps as you shift again, moving fully over me, legs nestled between mine, weight on your elbows as you begin to circle my recently exposed breast with your nose, similar to what I'd done to your chest earlier. As my nipple puckers, you slide your hands into the arms of the robe against my bare skin and start to caress my underarms with your thumbs. We are both very turned on. I can feel you pressing against me through the robe, and I can feel that my own thighs are damp, although you've not laid a hand on me there. I can't imagine wanting you more than I do at this moment... and then your hot mouth closes over my nipple... and begins to suckle. And I come completely unglued. Out of nowhere, my entire body is flooded with heat. Both nipples are rock-hard. My back is arched hard toward the ceiling... toward your mouth. I hang on to the pillow above my head for dear life and cry out, thrashing my head as wave after wave of pleasure takes over my body, exactly in sync with the rhythm of your tongue stroking my nipple inside your mouth... again and again. I am a puddle beneath you, and I am completely at your mercy as I finally start to come down, only to have you look up at me and take my other nipple into your mouth, sending me right back through the roof again. Long minutes pass. As sanity finally returns, I realize you're watching me... your hands stacked just above my breasts, your chin resting on the backs of your hands. "Hi," you say. Still catching my breath, and a little embarrassed about my complete and utter loss of control, I just smile at you and say, "Mmmmmm..." You say, "That was... incredible – very, very sexy. I loved watching and listening to you." I bite my bottom lip while you're talking, then take a big, happy sigh and roll to my side, pushing you off of me and cuddling into your arms facing you. I wrap my own arms around you and give you a big hug, content to be touching you in any way. We drift off for a while, and the next thing I remember is waking up with you spooned up behind me, your lips brushing over the back of my neck. The room is dark with the early sunset of a rainy day. I stretch against you and purr at your kisses, feeling you begin to stir behind me. The robes had all but come off while we slept... the ties becoming completely loosened. I feel your fingertips at my shoulder, reaching under the collar to help me take one arm out. You sit up and shrug your own robe off, leaving you bare-chested above the covers, before moving to lean over me for a hello kiss and helping me to shrug completely out of my own robe. I love the feel of your chest hair brushing against my nipples, and start to run my hand down your side toward your ass to pull you back over me when you pull away. "Ah, ah, ah... I want to taste every square inch of you today, and I've only gotten this far" you say, drawing a line across the bottom of my ribcage with your fingers. Looking at me that way you do, with a half smile, you say "Turn over and lay on your stomach for me." As I roll over, you pull both robes from beneath us and toss them to the floor. I am lying with my hands stacked and my head pillowed on them as you straddle me just below my hips and brush my hair aside. You place your hands at the base of my spine, fingertips toward my sides, and massage slowly up my spine... your thumbs pressing deep into the muscles surrounding it. I sigh out a moan only to gasp it back in when you caress lightly back down the sides of my breasts. Back at the small of my back, your fingertips brush inward, over the dimples there, making me squirm under you. Again, up my spine, massaging... then caressing back down and across... I squirm that much more this time, knowing what's coming, and feel your body twitch where it's lying against my cheek. This time, when your hands massage up my spine, your body follows them... pressing you more firmly against me... your skin against my skin from shoulder to hip. Your nose in my hair you breathe deeply then move your lips to my ear and whisper, "You smell so good... I can't wait to taste you." I shiver and whimper under you, biting my lip and pressing my ass up against you. Your hands slide back down my body... past my breasts... my waist... under my hips. I gasp and press up against you again, wanting to spread my thighs as you reach lower, but my legs are held tightly closed by your own on either side of them. Just as your fingers brush over my pubic hair, you flick your tongue behind my earlobe. I gasp again only to feel you moan above me, "Oh, my god you're wet." I whimper out "Uh huh" as the tip of your middle finger starts to slide between my lips. You press deeper, and with your lips moving against the outer shell of my ear ask, "Does this help?" "No..." I sob. Smiling, your lips move to the back of my neck. Moving your finger in slow circles you ask, "Do you want me to stop?", and before you can even get the last word out I whisper, "Oh god, no..." Never removing your finger from my moist lips, you roll more to one side, taking me with you... your arm stretched around my hip and your thigh still pressing mine closed as you start to brush your lips down my spine... kissing... licking... nibbling your way down... your body sliding against mine as you go. My hips press back against you, again and again, in time with each slow revolution of your finger. Nearing the base of my spine, you find one of my dimples and nibble, making me jump. You slide the other hand back under me, hugging my hips with both arms as you nibble the same spot again, holding me still. The electricity running through my body is so intense that I can barely take it. "Shane, please..." Your lips move to the other one and I press my hips into your hand, making me gasp for a totally different reason as the pressure of your finger increases. Finally, you move away... releasing me as you use my hip to pull me fully onto my back again. You stretch out next to me, head to feet, and begin to kiss the top of the ankle closest to you and run your fingertips up the outside of that leg... past my hip to my waist... then a single fingertip back down over the top of my hip bone to my thigh... and back down to my ankle. With each pass, your lips move higher... up my shin... to the inside of my knee. I bend the other knee, spreading my thighs... anticipating your kiss. Just as I reach out to caress your legs you move out of my reach and begin to nibble your way up the inside of my thigh... higher and higher... I hold my breath... hoping... but knowing better. Sure enough, as your lips reach the crease at the top of my thigh you press your tongue into the tendon there, making me moan before trailing your lips up over my stomach... past my belly button to the bottom of my ribs... and back down to the other ankle to start my torment all over again. Until finally, finally I feel your warm breath on my moist lips, and your tongue flick out to taste me for the first time. I'm so sensitive that I can barely lay still as you start to trace the outline of my lips with your tongue. You settle more firmly between my legs, wrapping your arms under each leg and back around over my hips to hold me down as you take your time, even now... making me mindless with desire for you. My hands grip the sheets under me as you take your first, long, ice cream lick up the center of my lips. You moan against me as you discover how truly wet I am for you, making me moan too. As you take another long lick, my hips tilt up causing your tongue to press more deeply into that most sensitive little spot. I moan deep, and you flick your tongue over it again then rise up and say, "You like that, hmm?" In answer, I release my grip on the sheets and run my fingers through your hair, pulling your mouth back for another intimate kiss and for once, you give in and give me exactly what I need without making me wait or beg for it. I hiss out, "Oh god yesssss..." as your tongue starts to flick over me again and again. As the pressure builds inside me, I start to pull your hair in my mindlessness. You bring one arm out from under my hip, link your fingers over mine, and use my hand to caress up my thigh... over my stomach... to my breast where you use my own fingers to tug at my nipple in rhythm with your tongue... making electric current run from my nipples straight to my core. You abandon my fingers to my nipple and trail your own back down my side, but instead of wrapping your arm back around my hip you bring your hand between my legs, and with your index finger bent, start to rub your knuckle against me, below your tongue, pressing... teasing... spreading me open... building the pressure even more. I begin to roll my hips, and spread my free leg, placing my heel on your shoulder for leverage, wanting more of you. Letting go of your hair, I bring my other arm up over my head reaching for anything to hold onto and beg, "Oh god, Shane I need you inside me. Pleeeease..." You moan against me, "Mmmm mmmm," then, letting your thumb take over where your tongue left off, you tell me, "Not until I've touched you everywhere." Before my mind can even register what you've said, your lips are back around my little bud, sucking gently, flicking your tongue over me again and again as you press two fingertips into me... just deep enough to feel my body squeeze them, sucking gently... in concert with every flick of your tongue. Dying to have you inside me, what you said finally sinks in. I realize that you're not going to give me what I truly want until I lose all control again. I quit holding back, no longer trying to wait for you... knowing you're resolved to wait your turn until I am nothing more than a quivering puddle in your hands... and start to focus on the feel of your tongue... your fingers... my fingers, in earnest. I can see us in my mind's eye... in a sea of tangled sheets... me on your bed... my right hand raised above my head and gripping my own hair... my left hand cupping my left breast and tugging at my very hard nipple... your left arm under my leg, hand wrapped around to my hip, anchoring me... my foot on your shoulder, pushing... your lips sucking gently at me in sweet, sweet waves... your fingertips teasing me in the most suspenseful way possible... your own body hard as a rock, waiting, waiting... for my whole body to tense and pulse under and around you... screaming with the intensity as my head thrashes from side to side and I soak your hand even further. Memoirs of a Preacher's Daughter Fantasy 02 Unlike previous chapters, this story is purely fantasy... It's raining today -- One of those completely overcast days with a steady day-long drizzle in store. Looking back on that spring, I can't help but have a little secret smile inside and hope it's raining where you are too. It's amazing how certain days or certain smells can take you back -- Back to a summer cottage in the woods and an unforgettable day. Little did I know when I signed on as an adult female staffer at a revolving youth summer camp that I would be utterly beguiled by the end of the season. I still remember the day we met -- Sitting next to one another in the dining hall with the rest of the staff during the welcome speech. You were struggling very hard not to comment under your breath while the director droned on and on about things that should be common sense to anyone above the age of 11, and I was trying very hard not to encourage you by laughing. I failed miserably, and we became instant comrades. You accused me of having a devilish smile, and I accused you of bringing it out in me. I remember how sweetly we teased each other too... for weeks on end. Kids rolled in and out on a weekly basis, keeping all the adults busy, but we somehow managed to spend a good bit of time together each day or evening, sharing our secret thoughts and testing the waters a little more with every stolen moment... until finally, opportunity struck. Staffers were allowed rotating weekends to go offsite once the students had left and before the next batch came in. You and I and Jen were picked to stay behind, with not much more to do than tend the animals and keep the place from burning down. But Jen ended up getting sick, and before we knew it, we had the entire place to ourselves... And weeks of unexplored tension to work with. I was -- still am -- shy about making the first move. I think you were too. We probably would have gone on teasing indefinitely had it not been for a little help from the skies causing us both to get soaked to the skin. Your cabin was close, and you promised the protection of a warm fluffy robe while our clothes dried. Looking into your eyes, which were filled with intensity, I knew what the invitation meant... I didn't stand a chance of resistance. You teased and joked with me, handing me a big blue terry robe at the bathroom door, and promised to change into a robe as well to keep me from feeling at a disadvantage -- After all, it wouldn't be fair for you to be in jeans while I had my bare legs and feet exposed. Thinking of your teasing ways still puts a smile on my face... It felt very intimate, being in your bathroom, surrounded by your things, taking my clothes off, then being surrounded by your lingering scent in the robe. Even as soaked as I was, I can still remember debating whether or not to hang everything up or leave a few items on for the sake of modesty... and how my entire body flushed when I finally slid my panties off and hung them under my jeans and shirt in an attempt to make it a little less obvious that I was completely nude under your robe. Finally, I came out to find you already changed into another terry robe... this one white and lighter weight than the one you'd given me. That first look... the one you gave me when I walked out in your robe... completely took my breath away. But you teased me again about the naughtiness of exposing my bare feet to your eyes, then excused yourself into the bathroom, telling me I could take the bed if my feet were cold, promising to sit in the chair when you came back, 'like a good boy'. I sat down on your bed... scooting back into the corner, fighting to cover feet and legs within the robe while not exposing other things and finally gave up, pulling your sheet and covers back to slide my legs under them. Again, I can't tell you how decadent it felt to be making myself at home in your bed, knowing that you've slept here night after night, and perhaps thought of me the same way I've thought of you in my own bed. For weeks, I don't think either of us had ever been at a loss for words, but when you came out of the bathroom and found me cozied up in your covers, neither of us seemed to have a thing to say. I smiled at you, and you smiled back and pulled the chair over as close as possible to the bed. Sitting there with your legs slightly parted, the slit of the robe following the contour of your thighs as you leaned toward me across the bed, you said, "You know you look very tousled... and very kissable right now. Can I kiss you, Mera?" My heart was pounding. I couldn't even speak -- My lips and tongue were already tingling in anticipation as I leaned forward, meeting you in the middle for that first kiss... the sweetest, gentlest brushing of lips on lips. My breasts were instantly heavy, my core instantly damp from one of the chastest kisses I think I've ever received. I both wanted more, and for the moment to last forever exactly as it was at the same time... You reached your right hand up to my jaw, your fingertips in the hair at the nape of my neck, your thumb and index finger gently tugging on my earlobe, tickling me just enough to make me smile and turn my head toward your hand -- allowing you to move your lips to my other ear. I bite my lip and give a little whimper with the intensity of the pleasure. I love the feel of your lips gently tugging at my earlobe, and lean my head that much harder into your other hand, exposing my neck to your exploring lips and tongue. You rake your teeth over the tendon in my neck below my ear, which feels like electricity going through my body and causes me to jump, pulling away slightly. But you use your right hand - fingers still in my hair - to keep me close, nibbling and kissing my neck again and again until I am literally aching to feel your body pressing against mine. Outside, the rain picks up to a solid downpour, pounding the roof so hard it sounds like it could come down at any moment. I am drowning in you, and can't think of a better way to go as I cup your own face in my hands, pulling your lips back to mine for a passionate, I-can't-get-enough-of-you kiss. Pulling you with me, I lay back. You put one knee on the bed, and crawl toward me until we're laying fully against one another, side by side, covered shoulder to calf by the terry robes which are still tied tight. You kiss the bridge of my nose, and I burrow my nose under your chin, loving the way your skin smells. I tell you as much, and you laugh and roll onto your back, arms spread wide as if to say 'yes, yes, just have your way with me' and tell me to sniff 'til my heart's content. Smiling, I prop myself up on one arm and lean over you, and start to use my nose and lips to caress and nuzzle your skin as lightly as possible... the corners of your mouth, tickling you... back under your chin... down your jaw toward your ear... behind your ear. You moan softly, and I pull back, needing to see the look on your face. Satisfied with what I see, I shift my weight, curling one thigh over your legs as I stretch to nuzzle the other side of your face and neck, pressing us closer together. You shift, moving one arm under me, turning your body toward me to help me reach, arms around me, and slip one knee between mine... my lips move down from behind your ear to the base of your neck, and then toward your collar bone. I use my nose to push the robe out of my way before pressing my tongue deeply into the hollow there. Your moan is like music to my ears... the sweetest harmony to the song my own body is singing for you combined with the timbre of the rain slowing on the roof. I move lower, enjoying the texture of the hair on your chest against my lips and nose. I brush my lips down the length of your collar bone, toward your far shoulder, pushing the robe out of my way as I go. The tie has loosened, and the far half of your chest is now exposed to my explorations. I brush my lips back along the line of your collar bone, slightly lower than the last time. Back and forth, I use my lips to explore every bit of your chest from your sternum to your side... until finally my lips brush over your nipple. You gasp a little and I smile, brushing my lips over it again, this time lingering to bite it gently through my lips before moving past. You swallow hard, and shift your weight... pushing me onto my back as you take control of the situation again, your knee sliding up between my thighs a little more as you nibble my lips. Leaning your head on your hand, you use your other hand to tug at my robe until half of my chest is also exposed. Your eyes move back and forth between my face and my shoulder, then breast that come into view as you use the tip of your middle finger to make big circles... down the outside of my breast... over my ribs... back up between my breasts.... Under my collar bone... round and round in smaller and smaller circles. I am watching your face, and smile to see you smile as my nipple puckers, anticipating where those circles are leading. You catch me smiling, and lean down to kiss my lips before leaning over me further to blow on my nipple. I close my eyes, and feel your tongue flick over my hard nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. You blow again, making it ache to feel your warm mouth surround it. But instead of easing the ache, you continue to tease me... alternately licking and then blowing on my nipple while you pull the other side of the robe toward you... brushing your fingertips along the underside of my other breast and the terry across my nipple as you pull the robe fully open above the sash. You run your fingertips down over the newly exposed skin, and beyond... down to where my hand is laying between us. Then you lift my hand, stretching my arm up over my head... before reaching over to do the same with the other arm. Your palms press against my triceps as you shift again, moving fully over me, legs nestled between mine, weight on your elbows as you begin to circle my recently exposed breast with your nose, similar to what I'd done to your chest earlier. As my nipple puckers, you slide your hands into the arms of the robe against my bare skin and start to caress my underarms with your thumbs. We are both very turned on. I can feel you pressing against me through the robe, and I can feel that my own thighs are damp, although you've not laid a hand on me there. I can't imagine wanting you more than I do at this moment... and then your hot mouth closes over my nipple... and begins to suckle. And I come completely unglued. Out of nowhere, my entire body is flooded with heat. Both nipples are rock-hard. My back is arched hard toward the ceiling... toward your mouth. I hang on to the pillow above my head for dear life and cry out, thrashing my head as wave after wave of pleasure takes over my body, exactly in sync with the rhythm of your tongue stroking my nipple inside your mouth... again and again. I am a puddle beneath you, and I am completely at your mercy as I finally start to come down, only to have you look up at me and take my other nipple into your mouth, sending me right back through the roof again. Long minutes pass. As sanity finally returns, I realize you're watching me... your hands stacked just above my breasts, your chin resting on the backs of your hands. "Hi," you say. Still catching my breath, and a little embarrassed about my complete and utter loss of control, I just smile at you and say, "Mmmmmm..." You say, "That was... incredible -- very, very sexy. I loved watching and listening to you." I bite my bottom lip while you're talking, then take a big, happy sigh and roll to my side, pushing you off of me and cuddling into your arms facing you. I wrap my own arms around you and give you a big hug, content to be touching you in any way. We drift off for a while, and the next thing I remember is waking up with you spooned up behind me, your lips brushing over the back of my neck. The room is dark with the early sunset of a rainy day. I stretch against you and purr at your kisses, feeling you begin to stir behind me. The robes had all but come off while we slept... the ties becoming completely loosened. I feel your fingertips at my shoulder, reaching under the collar to help me take one arm out. You sit up and shrug your own robe off, leaving you bare-chested above the covers, before moving to lean over me for a hello kiss and helping me to shrug completely out of my own robe. I love the feel of your chest hair brushing against my nipples, and start to run my hand down your side toward your ass to pull you back over me when you pull away. "Ah, ah, ah... I want to taste every square inch of you today, and I've only gotten this far" you say, drawing a line across the bottom of my ribcage with your fingers. Looking at me that way you do, with a half smile, you say "Turn over and lay on your stomach for me." As I roll over, you pull both robes from beneath us and toss them to the floor. I am lying with my hands stacked and my head pillowed on them as you straddle me just below my hips and brush my hair aside. You place your hands at the base of my spine, fingertips toward my sides, and massage slowly up my spine... your thumbs pressing deep into the muscles surrounding it. I sigh out a moan only to gasp it back in when you caress lightly back down the sides of my breasts. Back at the small of my back, your fingertips brush inward, over the dimples there, making me squirm under you. Again, up my spine, massaging... then caressing back down and across... I squirm that much more this time, knowing what's coming, and feel your body twitch where it's lying against my cheek. This time, when your hands massage up my spine, your body follows them... pressing you more firmly against me... your skin against my skin from shoulder to hip. Your nose in my hair you breathe deeply then move your lips to my ear and whisper, "You smell so good... I can't wait to taste you." I shiver and whimper under you, biting my lip and pressing my ass up against you. Your hands slide back down my body... past my breasts... my waist... under my hips. I gasp and press up against you again, wanting to spread my thighs as you reach lower, but my legs are held tightly closed by your own on either side of them. Just as your fingers brush over my pubic hair, you flick your tongue behind my earlobe. I gasp again only to feel you moan above me, "Oh, my god you're wet." I whimper out "Uh huh" as the tip of your middle finger starts to slide between my lips. You press deeper, and with your lips moving against the outer shell of my ear ask, "Does this help?" "No..." I sob. Smiling, your lips move to the back of my neck. Moving your finger in slow circles you ask, "Do you want me to stop?", and before you can even get the last word out I whisper, "Oh god, no..." Never removing your finger from my moist lips, you roll more to one side, taking me with you... your arm stretched around my hip and your thigh still pressing mine closed as you start to brush your lips down my spine... kissing... licking... nibbling your way down... your body sliding against mine as you go. My hips press back against you, again and again, in time with each slow revolution of your finger. Nearing the base of my spine, you find one of my dimples and nibble, making me jump. You slide the other hand back under me, hugging my hips with both arms as you nibble the same spot again, holding me still. The electricity running through my body is so intense that I can barely take it. "Shane, please..." Your lips move to the other one and I press my hips into your hand, making me gasp for a totally different reason as the pressure of your finger increases. Finally, you move away... releasing me as you use my hip to pull me fully onto my back again. You stretch out next to me, head to feet, and begin to kiss the top of the ankle closest to you and run your fingertips up the outside of that leg... past my hip to my waist... then a single fingertip back down over the top of my hip bone to my thigh... and back down to my ankle. With each pass, your lips move higher... up my shin... to the inside of my knee. I bend the other knee, spreading my thighs... anticipating your kiss. Just as I reach out to caress your legs you move out of my reach and begin to nibble your way up the inside of my thigh... higher and higher... I hold my breath... hoping... but knowing better. Sure enough, as your lips reach the crease at the top of my thigh you press your tongue into the tendon there, making me moan before trailing your lips up over my stomach... past my belly button to the bottom of my ribs... and back down to the other ankle to start my torment all over again. Until finally, finally I feel your warm breath on my moist lips, and your tongue flick out to taste me for the first time. I'm so sensitive that I can barely lay still as you start to trace the outline of my lips with your tongue. You settle more firmly between my legs, wrapping your arms under each leg and back around over my hips to hold me down as you take your time, even now... making me mindless with desire for you. My hands grip the sheets under me as you take your first, long, ice cream lick up the center of my lips. You moan against me as you discover how truly wet I am for you, making me moan too. As you take another long lick, my hips tilt up causing your tongue to press more deeply into that most sensitive little spot. I moan deep, and you flick your tongue over it again then rise up and say, "You like that, hmm?" In answer, I release my grip on the sheets and run my fingers through your hair, pulling your mouth back for another intimate kiss and for once, you give in and give me exactly what I need without making me wait or beg for it. I hiss out, "Oh god yesssss..." as your tongue starts to flick over me again and again. As the pressure builds inside me, I start to pull your hair in my mindlessness. You bring one arm out from under my hip, link your fingers over mine, and use my hand to caress up my thigh... over my stomach... to my breast where you use my own fingers to tug at my nipple in rhythm with your tongue... making electric current run from my nipples straight to my core. You abandon my fingers to my nipple and trail your own back down my side, but instead of wrapping your arm back around my hip you bring your hand between my legs, and with your index finger bent, start to rub your knuckle against me, below your tongue, pressing... teasing... spreading me open... building the pressure even more. I begin to roll my hips, and spread my free leg, placing my heel on your shoulder for leverage, wanting more of you. Letting go of your hair, I bring my other arm up over my head reaching for anything to hold onto and beg, "Oh god, Shane I need you inside me. Pleeeease..." You moan against me, "Mmmm mmmm," then, letting your thumb take over where your tongue left off, you tell me, "Not until I've touched you everywhere." Before my mind can even register what you've said, your lips are back around my little bud, sucking gently, flicking your tongue over me again and again as you press two fingertips into me... just deep enough to feel my body squeeze them, sucking gently... in concert with every flick of your tongue. Dying to have you inside me, what you said finally sinks in. I realize that you're not going to give me what I truly want until I lose all control again. I quit holding back, no longer trying to wait for you... knowing you're resolved to wait your turn until I am nothing more than a quivering puddle in your hands... and start to focus on the feel of your tongue... your fingers... my fingers, in earnest. I can see us in my mind's eye... in a sea of tangled sheets... me on your bed... my right hand raised above my head and gripping my own hair... my left hand cupping my left breast and tugging at my very hard nipple... your left arm under my leg, hand wrapped around to my hip, anchoring me... my foot on your shoulder, pushing... your lips sucking gently at me in sweet, sweet waves... your fingertips teasing me in the most suspenseful way possible... your own body hard as a rock, waiting, waiting... for my whole body to tense and pulse under and around you... screaming with the intensity as my head thrashes from side to side and I soak your hand even further. Memoirs of a Preacher's Daughter Fantasy 03 This one’s for Ian… the originator of the infamous ‘ice cream lick’… Happy graduation, sweetie… But first, a little background. We’ve been friends a long time, Ian and I. At present day, we’ve been exchanging IMs, emails, photos, phone calls, and fantasies for about nine years, give or take. Yet we’ve never met one another, even when we were both single and lived close enough to do so. I blame him. I am a road-trip kinda girl. Those who know me and know me well know that I am a gypsy at heart, and that when the restlessness takes its grip on my soul, there’s really nothing better than a road trip to cure what ails me. Sometimes these things can be planned, sometimes not so much. A few years ago, I was planning a road trip from central Ohio, the place I currently call home, to the piney woods of east Texas where I grew up. While Mississippi is not usually on my route, I tend to take two or three weeks at a time so that I can take detours as desired, and for a chance to meet my long-time friend Ian, Mississippi was definitely a detour I was willing to take. So we made plans. I would call when I hit Memphis and started heading south. My intentions were completely honorable. My husband was traveling with me (not Harold, but husband #2 who is much more open-minded) and totally willing to either camp out at the hotel for a bit while Ian and I enjoyed getting to know each other face to face over a meal or join us, along with Ian’s fiancé, if that would be more comfortable for him. I called… and called… and called. Nothing. I found a hotel nearby to stay in over night and called again. I’d been stood up. Now, it’s worth noting that Ian was somewhat newly engaged, and that his fiancé/girl-friend of several years did not have (still doesn’t, for that matter) any notion of my existence. Personally, I’m all in favor of honesty when it comes to these things, but that’s just me, and in all fairness it took many, many years for me to come to that point. Ian is also a good Baptist boy, who has finally admitted to feeling a little conflicted about his secret and oh-so-naughty fantasies about me versus how his wife would react should he ever be caught meeting someone from the internet (gasp!), even for a totally innocent and public lunch. Fast-forward a couple of years to present-day. Ian is actually the person who introduced me to literotica’s website. Like me (and you, I’m sure), he understands that the real key to sexual attraction is in the imagination. And oh, what imaginations we both have… So when I published my most recent story, even though we hadn’t really talked much since the non-meeting (other than for me to give him some good-natured harassment), I forwarded the link to him, knowing he’d love it. And he did. So we’re chatting again, during the week, while he’s at grad school, away from his family. I find his imagination as provocative as ever… and still an explosive spark to my own. I don’t know about you, but for a fantasy to be truly enjoyable for me, it has to be real. By that, I mean that is has to be feasible… something that COULD happen as imagined, regardless of whether or not it ever would. I probably couldn’t get much satisfaction out of a fantasy about being abducted and used by aliens for sexual experiments (although Harold was convinced he was repeatedly abducted… but that’s another story) or making love with a werewolf or other mythological creature, or even something as commonly fantasized about as being approached by a complete stranger for a fuck. Could I write a story about one of those topics? Sure. Would I get turned on by it? Probably. But I wouldn’t obsess about it until it became a much loved and explored fantasy because my brain gets too wrapped up in the ‘why’ and the ‘how’ of it all. So in one of my recent conversations with Ian, I mention to him how desperately I am fighting the urge for a road trip, and he mentions to me how much he regrets his decision to chicken out (Ha, ha, ha… One last dig!) last time we had the opportunity to meet, and how if I ever took a road trip his direction again, he would definitely meet me. He also mentions how he would be tempted to eat more than lunch together. The wheels started turning… Knowing what I know now about Ian’s sensual nature as well as his convictions about what kind of behaviors are or are not acceptable in his marriage, my mind instantly starts searching for a loop hole… a way to make it possible for us to play together live-and-in-person without him having to break his vows… and I find one. It’s simple… we don’t touch each other. As long as he can still truthfully say, “I have never touched another woman since the day we were married,” we are free to do whatever comes to mind, right? And thus, my fantasy of Ian… We make plans… and meet. Whether I drive or fly from Ohio to Louisiana where he lives while he’s at school is immaterial. The fact is that we are together, alone, in a town where no one knows our names or our faces. There is nothing guiding our actions save our own consciences… well, his conscience really, as my mores are based on different values. The first meeting is… comfortable. As I said, we’ve been friends a long time, and shared as many real-life trials as fantasies over the years. We greet one another with easy hugs and spend hours enjoying the novelty of watching one another’s expressions change in ways we’d never imagined during those long chats. It makes my heart smile to see the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, and I do my best to keep him smiling and laughing throughout the evening. We flirt. I also come to recognize the look in his eye when he’s debating whether or not to filter something he’s thinking of saying… something he would normally say to me in chat or on the phone, but something that might not be acceptable in ‘regular’ conversation. I want no filters. Our time is too short already. I say as much, and our flirting becomes more and more outrageous, and ultimately turns into teasing. I. Love. To tease. And I love to be teased equally as much. Ian knows this, and intent on teasing me, he leans toward me with a genuine smile and says, “Mera, this has really been a lot of fun. I can’t tell you how happy I am that we’ve finally met. But you know… as much fun as it’s been to sit here talking to you, it doesn’t change the fact that I still want to make you cum over and over for me, until I’ve watched you make every sound I’ve ever heard come from your lips.” An involuntary gasp and a shiver run the length of my body. As though it weren’t stimulating enough to be sitting next to him, smelling his subtle scent and watching his lips form around the words of his lovely southern accent, my mind is now filled with images of him watching me have orgasm after orgasm. Inspiration strikes. Without allowing myself to think on it too long I look him in the eye, suddenly serious, and respond “I’ll let you watch.” His eyes get bigger and he smiles a little, asking “What do you mean?” “I mean… I’ll let you watch.” Dead silence. “Do you look at naughty pictures online?” Leary but curious, he admits he does sometimes. “And that’s okay because… you’re looking but not touching, right?” I see the light turn on in his head as I repeat again, more deliberately, “I’ll let you watch.” I can tell he’s thinking about it… weighing the consequences in his head. I say, “I’d love to watch you too” and smile a devilish smile. He closes his eyes for a moment and groans. It’s obvious to me that he’s now uncomfortably hard in his jeans and seriously considering the idea. Watching him think it through, I lean toward him and whisper how we could go back to my hotel, take all our clothes off for each other, and touch ourselves without doing anything he’d have to be ashamed about later. I promise not to lay a hand on him… He opens his eyes and tells me, “I don’t think I could resist touching you, Mera.” I give him my straight-faced ‘come on’ look and say, “Ian, please. I know you well enough by now to know that you’re a really good guy. If you don’t want to touch me, you’re not going to touch me. It’s as simple as that.” He laughs and jokes that I may have to tie him up across the room to keep him from touching me. I laughingly tell him, “That can be arranged, too.” His smile fades as I watch him make his decision. The intensity of his gaze all but melts me in my chair. “Let’s get out of here” he says as he tosses enough down to cover the waiter for our selfish use of his table all evening. He stands and reaches for my hand and my entire arm tingles from his touch. Walking in to the lobby of my hotel, we are both nervous. He, because he knows he’s living as close to the edge as he ever will. I, because… well… for all my apparent boldness, what can I say? I’m actually very shy. The bravado is a façade… one I’ve more or less perfected, but then again it’s never been put to the test quite like this before. We reach the elevator, step inside… I press the button for my floor. He is making comments about the hotel… nervous chatter. I just smile and step off the elevator as the doors open. I slide the keycard into my door. The light goes from red to green and the lock releases. I turn the handle just enough to disengage the latch. Then with one hand on the handle, I turn to him, standing behind me. I place the other hand on his chest, stopping him, and look up into his eyes. I can feel his heart pounding under my palm. I can feel my own pounding in my chest. My eyes ask him, “Are you ok with this?” In answer, he spreads his arms, gripping each side of the door jamb, trapping me between his body and the door as he presses closer… until I can feel the heat of his body through my clothing... closer still… I turn my head away, biting my lower lip. I can’t look at his face... his lips. I’m afraid I’ll kiss him. It would only take a small effort on my part to touch my lips to his, but if I do I know it will all be over. I step back, pushing the door open behind me. He lets go of the door jamb and moves with me, brushing his body sideways against mine as he steps past me and into the room. I stand dazed, uncertain, watching him. He sits on the foot of the bed, bends over, starts untying his shoes, and looks up at me, still leaning against the open door. Finally, kicking off both shoes, he sits up and very deliberately starts to unbutton his shirt… watching me. I hear voices from the direction of the elevator and close the door, still leaning against the inside, watching him as he pulls the shirt free from his jeans to undo the last couple of buttons. He lies back on the bed with his hands behind his head, shirt now open and quietly says, “I thought I was supposed to be watching you.” My heart skips a beat. This is the voice I’ve heard a thousand times in my ears… and my body starts to anticipate the pleasure it knows is coming. I push away from the door and move to stand at the foot of the bed, pressing one jean-clad knee between yours. Crossing my arms in front of me, I grasp the bottom of my shirt and slowly start to lift it… watching you watch me… exposing my stomach… the white lace of my bra… the shade of my areolas behind the lace… the freckles on my chest and shoulders… until finally I lose eye contact, pulling the shirt over my head and letting it drop from my fingers to the floor. You push yourself up so that your elbows are holding you up, watching intently as I turn around to face away from you. There is a mirror on the wall across from the foot of the bed. I can’t see you. I’m in the way. But I can see myself… cheeks flushed… hair tousled… eyes sparkly. I watch myself in the mirror as I un-button, then un-zip my jeans. Moving my hands to the back side of my hips, I hook my thumbs in the waistband and start to tug, bending over in front of you as I do… slowly exposing my panties… the bare skin of my hips… the shape of the curve at the top of my thighs. You moan and sit up. I see you start to reach out to grab one of my ass cheeks in the mirror and I stand up, jumping away. Kicking off my jeans, I put my hands on my hips. With raised brows and a smirk I say, “If you can’t behave, I’m going to have to get dressed, and then there’d be no point in getting out my toy.” You mutter, “Oh god… you brought toys…” and fall back on the bed, arm over your eyes. I laugh and sit down on the dresser, in front of the mirror, waiting for you to uncover your eyes again. Finally, you look at me, sitting in my bra and panties across from you, and say, “My god woman… I am so turned on right now.” I smile. “Trade me places.” You sit up, propped against one arm as I move onto the bed next to you. Instead of moving away to the dresser, you slide back down, stretching out beside me, a foot away, on your side, head propped on one hand. Looking up at you and running my right middle finger up and down my side I ask, “Not going to move to a safer distance?” Eyes following the path of my finger, you reply, “Not yet.” Watching your face I bring my left arm up under my neck, pillowing my head. My left breast stands at perfect attention as I trail that middle finger up… over my ribs… across to the lacey left cup of my bra… uphill to the peak… circling… right in front of your mouth. You lick your lips and meet my eyes. “Maybe I’ll go sit over there.” I laugh as you leave the bed and move to lean against the dresser. I adore teasing you. But it’s a two way street as I watch you shrug out of your shirt, unfasten your jeans, and slide them off. Your boxers hide nothing from my eyes, and without conscious thought my hand drifts lower… over the lace at my hips… onto my bare thigh. I shift to bring my left foot up onto the bed, right foot dangling off the end as I caress my inner thigh. The sight of your long fingers covering your erection through your boxers brings my left hand out from hiding… to draw more circles around my left nipple, hard and aching, through my bra. You ask me, “Is this how you lay when we play on the phone?” “Yes… if I’m lying on the bed.” Starting to massage yourself through your boxers you whisper, “Show me…” The thought alone is so erotic to me that I can almost close my eyes and bring myself to orgasm without effort. Eyes closed, I slip my fingers into the leg of my panties, and gently brush my fingers through my pubic hair, teasing myself as I use the other hand to pinch my nipple through the lace. My breath catches in my throat as my fingers brush over my lips… swollen… moist… sensitive. I open my eyes to find that you have pulled your boxers down… exposing your sex… which you are slowly but firmly stroking. Every fantasy we’ve ever had together comes down to this moment. Everything I’ve ever wanted from you is right here in front of me… real and possible. As I lie there watching I see precum start to drip down your tip toward your shaft. I lick my lips. “Oh god, Ian you’re dripping. I wish I could taste you…” You hiss, “Yesss… I want to feel your mouth around my cock so bad, licking this… playing in it.” As you’re talking you rub your fingertip through the precum, then pull it away from your cock, stringing it out several inches before it breaks. You milk your cock again, and again… bringing out more precum until it’s running down your shaft. As I watch you, all I can think of is how much I want you in my mouth. Withdrawing my hand from the leg of my panties, I slide my fingers back in through the elastic at the top, past my lips, and find my clit. My fingers are instantly soaked as I slide my index and middle finger down either side, pressing them together around it as I pull them back up the sides of my clit, gently tugging at it. Slightly embarrassed, but turned on past the point of caring I beg, “Ian please… I need to taste you. Will you… Will you use my toy? Rub it over your cock… Get it as wet as you can. Please… Let me at least taste you that way.” You give me an intent look that takes my breath away and reply, “Tell me where it is.” Following my instructions, you open the top drawer of the dresser you’re leaning against and pull out my favorite toy – a flat-based true-to-life cock and balls rubber dildo. I think you must feel a little strange at first, rubbing it over your cock. But I encourage you, telling you how sweetly I’m going to suck it… How I’m going to imagine it’s your cock while it’s in my mouth… How incredibly hot it will be to take it in my mouth, not just imagining it, but knowing it tastes like you. My mind drifts ahead as you continue to milk your precum onto my dildo. I can imagine using it to push your cum into my pussy and I nearly come unglued right then and there. Finally, you kneel next to me at the foot of the bed, and hold the dildo above my face, just out of reach of my lips. As though you were reading my mind earlier, you tell me, “You know I’m not going to make it easy for you. You’re going to have to cum for me at least twice before I let you have this inside you.” My breath catches in my throat, and my fingers start to circle my clit more directly as you bring the tip of the dildo to my lips. You start talking to me… just like you have on the phone a hundred times… telling me how much you want your cock in my mouth… teasing me by stringing your precum from my lips to the dildo until I open my mouth. I watch your face, your eyes glued on my tongue as I swirl it around the tip, licking it clean before closing my lips around it. You can feel me sucking the dildo in further as you feed it to me. We are both masturbating, and I am very close… You start to fuck my mouth with the dildo, pushing it over my tongue at the same pace as you are stroking yourself. With your lips at my ear you say, “Cum for me, Mera. Cum with the taste of my dick in your mouth. I can smell your pussy… how much you want me. You smell so good. I’m going to taste you too, but not until you cum for me.” The vibration of your voice so close to my neck and the thought of sharing my taste with you pushes me right up to the edge. My mouth full, I start to whimper with pleasure, focusing on the fact that I can taste you… that you’re the one fucking my mouth… that it’s your dick I’m sucking… that I’m going to be able to taste your cum on my skin soon… until finally I start to spasm inside… back arching… opening my mouth wider to cry out around your cock with the pleasure of it. Finally, you slide the dildo out from between my lips. I let out a big contented sigh and give you a huge satisfied smile. “Oh my god that was amazing.” Still stroking slowly you say, “Show me your fingers.” I bring them out of my panties to show you. Even though they were never inside me, they are so wet that when I spread my index and middle fingers apart, they create a small wall of thick, clear fluid. Reaching for my hand, you push the head of the dildo between my fingers, coating it with my juices. Hungry to taste me as well, you bring it to your lips without thinking about it and suck my cum from the tip just as though it were a lollypop. I am instantly turned on again. “God, you taste sweet.” With a crooked smile you lay the toy back on the bed and reach up to your forehead to spell out M… S… H… with your finger. I laugh at our little private joke as you get up off the floor and move back over to the dresser. “Well, there’s one” you say. “Mmmm… only one more to go” I reply as I push myself up and off the bed to stand in front of you. Turning around so that my back is to you, I reach back and unhook the clasp of my bra then turn to face you again. I cross my arms over my chest and start to pull both straps down, slowly exposing my breasts to your view for the first time.