6 comments/ 16888 views/ 12 favorites Sudden Fantasies Fulfilled By: theimperialmistress It happened suddenly and entirely without warning. One moment she was completely focused on the debate they were having about the future of North Korea, and the next she was idly wondering what his hands would feel like wrapped around her waist and whether those freckled arms would have the strength to lift her off the floor as he fucked her against a wall. Amanda blinked a few times, trying to clear her head without giving away the images that were intruding into her thoughts. They were seated around the coffee table in Kate's living room, chatting over a game of Texas Hold 'Em. Amanda wasn't playing; she was sitting in one corner of the couch with her bare feet tucked under the sweeping skirt of the dress she'd worn to the party. The men were seated around the far half of the coffee table, occupying the other portion of the L-shaped couch, two chairs, and the floor. Daniel was directly across from her, perched on the edge of his chair, alternating between hypotheses about the circumstances that would be needed for a regime change in the isolated Asian dictatorship and snarky comments about the cards he held. As she watched him, Daniel continually deconstructed and reconstructed a pile of about 10 chips with one hand as the other players made their bets. Amanda was gathering herself to make a point about the power of the North Korean military leaders when she was arrested by another distracting mental flash, this time a visualization of Daniel's lips and tongue against the intersection of her neck and shoulder as his hand wandered up her inner thigh toward her rapidly-moistening sex. Her argument died in her throat as it suddenly went dry. She licked her lips in an effort to stave off the sudden desert that had overtaken her mouth. All of the moisture had apparently migrated directly south, as she could feel herself starting to dampen the pair of satin panties she was wearing. Giving up rejoining the conversation for the moment, as the men had finished betting on their hole cards and were avidly considering the three that constituted the flop, Amanda studied the man who had so unexpectedly drawn her attention in such a dramatic way. She had always liked Daniel Hartford, appreciating both his intelligence and his wry sense of humor. He was a programmer, and she had just enough experience of her own in that discipline that they could talk about his work without her feeling like a complete idiot. She found his green eyes, the smattering of freckles splashed across his cheeks, and the boyish smile he inevitably wore while destroying opponents in whatever game they were playing all very attractive - all of that was nothing new. But she had never before looked at him and felt the intense desire that was painting a flush across her cheekbones and spreading warmth through her lower abdomen. She was not, she thought wryly to herself, really his type. He tended to hook up, rather than date, and his hook-ups were generally tall and thin, and they were often blondes who were only slightly smarter than your average box of rocks. She, on the other hand, was just shy of five foot five, had dark brown hair that brushed her collarbones, and had a very round rear end to go with the generous hips that flared out from beneath her small waist. Hooking up was not really Amanda's style, and she definitely thought that she could give Daniel a run for his money intellectually. No, she was certainly not his type. Why then, was she, after being friends with him for almost five years, suddenly overcome with the desire to rip open the button-down shirt he was wearing and run her hands all over him? It was inexplicable and, quite frankly, idiotic. Amanda suddenly realized she'd been staring at him for the better part of several minutes. Her gaze left the cuffs of his rolled-up sleeves and the forearms whose freckles she had been contemplating earlier and settled, seemingly of its own accord, on Daniel's face. She was startled to find his eyes gazing back at hers, his mouth quirked to one side, with a somewhat quizzical expression on his face. She tore her eyes away, fearing that somehow she had revealed to him every dirty image in her head, including the one that even now, was searing itself into her mind's eye - Daniel, kneeling on the floor with one of her legs thrown over his shoulder, hungrily devouring her clit as he slowly thrust two fingers in and out of her. She fought to keep her breathing under control as she clenched the hemline of her dress with one hand and smoothed her hair behind her ear with the other. She scolded herself for being so easily flustered and made up her mind to focus her thoughts back on the game that was being played. As she looked around the table, she could see that Daniel had the largest pile of chips in front of him, followed by Brian who was sitting next to him with a slightly smaller stack. All but Daniel and Brian folded, muttering about lousy cards, and the two men faced off over the four cards already dealt face up. Amanda hadn't been paying attention to the earlier betting, so she didn't know who was in a stronger position. Brian appeared to be contemplating his bet while Daniel waited, so she guessed it had been he. Her attention was drawn to Daniel's restless movement of his chips, and her focus drifted back up to his mouth, which was still smirking, to his nose, which had its own dusting of freckles across the bridge, and finally to those green, green eyes which were - damn it! - definitely smiling directly at her. Amanda felt hot all over. Why was he smiling? Had her thoughts been written so obviously across her face? Was there something in her teeth or in another equally embarrassing place that was causing him amusement? She didn't know, but she had to extract herself from the situation before she exploded. She rose to her feet and excused herself to the bathroom. Her walk to the bathroom took her around the side of the coffee table and behind the chair where Daniel was sitting. As Brian scooped up the chips that he had obviously won from the hand that had just finished, and the other men at the table congratulated him for making such a big dent in Daniel's stack, Daniel twisted around in his chair and gently grabbed Amanda by the wrist, enveloping nearly half the length of her forearm in his large hand. She stopped short, taken aback. "Hey," he said, giving her the same lopsided grin that he so often used to turn on the charm for hot girls at the bars their group of friends usually frequented, "could you grab me another Corona on your way back?" "Sure," she replied, silently congratulating herself on not allowing the pounding of her heart to betray itself by making her voice tremble, "no problem." As he released her arm, Amanda could swear she felt every nerve ending tingle as he slowly dragged his index finger down the inside of her wrist and to the center of her palm before he said, "thanks," and drew his hand back entirely and turned to face the coffee table once again. Amanda forced herself not to sprint down the hallway as she headed for the bathroom. It was, distressingly, closed, indicating that someone else was already there. She wiped damp palms against the fabric at her hips and tried to calm her racing heartbeat by taking deep breaths. In and out...in and out...she met with only marginal success, but it was progress. She tried to think rationally. What the hell was going on? Had Daniel been flirting with her? They didn't really have that kind of friendship. They weren't even particularly touchy or affectionate - not usually, anyway. Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as the bathroom door opened. "Sorry," said Kate as she exited, "didn't mean to hold you up - Sherlock got in after me, and I had to corral him before I could leave." By way of illustration, she held up the squirming bundle of black and white fur that was her cat. "No worries," Amanda began, trailing off as her friend disappeared back down the hallway toward the living room, "it's fine..." She hurried into the bathroom, pushing the door behind her. She put both hands on the edge of the vanity and stared into the bowl of the sink, still trying to focus on steadying her breathing. She had just gotten herself back into what felt like a regular rhythm when she heard the unmistakable "click" of the door closing and locking automatically. She lifted her head and, as she looked into the mirror, felt her heart leap into her throat as her eyes met Daniel's vibrant green ones. Sudden Fantasies Fulfilled He pulled her hand away from the handle, spinning her around to face him. He reached beneath her bum and lifted her up against the door, pressing her into the car as her legs automatically wrapped around his hips. He slipped one hand up under her skirt and began trailing it along her upper thigh toward the scrap of satin that was rapidly becoming damp again. She clung to his shoulders, her breath coming in little gasps as he slowly pressed one finger into her. "If you don't stop that," she whispered, "we're going to end up fucking against this car instead of in my apartment." Daniel smirked at her, withdrawing his finger, and bringing it up to his mouth. He licked it, all the while staring straight into Amanda's eyes, and gave her a look reminiscent of the proverbial cat that ate the cream. "As much as I'd like that," he winked at her, "we should probably be indoors before I do all the filthy things to you that I've been imagining for so long." He lowered her to the ground and opened the door for her. She gave a mock curtsy and sat gracefully in the passenger seat. "Hurry up big boy," she murmured, "I'm getting wetter for you every second." He nearly sprinted around the vehicle and leapt into the driver's seat. He turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking space so fast that Amanda thought she would get whiplash. They peeled out, practically burning rubber, and before she knew it they were on the freeway. They had a few miles to go before her exit, and she was feeling adventurous. She reached over and wrapped her hand around the gear knob. "What are you doing now?" he asked, glancing down at her hand. She giggled, twisting her hand around the knob. "Well, I have to make do with this until I can get my hands on the real thing." Daniel made a choking sound and covered her hand with his. "If you don't stop that, I'm going to end up running us off the road." "Well then," she said teasingly, "I'll just have to entertain myself." She withdrew her hand from the gear knob and used it to hitch her dress up to her upper thighs. She pushed aside the satin covering her sex and slid two fingers inside, sighing in pleasure. Daniel tore his gaze away, floored the accelerator, and had them on the exit ramp within thirty seconds. Before another minute had passed, they were pulling into her driveway. Amanda continued to fuck herself with those two fingers, her head lolling back against the seat as she moaned. Without her noticing, Daniel got out of his seat and came around to her side of the car. He reached into the car and grabbed both her hands, pulling her out of the seat and up against him as he slammed the door. He kissed her fiercely and dragged her with him toward the door of her first-floor apartment. Amanda fumbled in her purse for the key, which she finally found and inserted into the lock. She turned the knob, and they both stumbled through the doorway. Still kissing, they made it as far as the living room before Daniel pushed her down onto the large brown leather sofa. She made a sound of protest as their mouths parted. "Now," Daniel rasped, "I am going to fuck the living daylights out of you." He grabbed the hem of her dress, hiked it up around her waist, and pulled it all the way over her head, giving her only a moment raise her arms to help him. He tossed the dress onto the armchair at the other side of the living room. Amanda took his fleeting second of distraction as an opportunity to attack the line of buttons at his shirtfront, undoing them as quickly as her fingers could manage. He kissed her again, molding his mouth to hers, as he helped her with the last few, before shrugging the shirt off his shoulders and letting it slip to the floor. Then they both turn their attention to the belt and fastenings that were holding back his rigid, straining cock. Between the two of them, they got everything undone, and Daniel quickly pushed his pants over his hips and down to the ground, shoving his shoes and socks along with them. He dropped down onto the couch beside her and started to settle himself between her legs. Before he could shift his weight, however, Amanda pushed against his shoulders and threw him back against the soft, squishy armrest. She rose onto her knees and quickly straddled his hips, pressing her satin-covered sex against the erection that threatened to escape its cotton prison. Daniel groaned. Amanda smirked down at him. "Maybe," she teased, "I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you." She sat back just enough to hook both thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them all the way down to his knees. Daniel quickly scrambled to kick them down to the other end of the couch. Before Amanda could reposition herself, he gripped the sides of her white satin panties and yanked them down over her hips. She lifted one knee, then the other, to allow him to pull them off of her. "Finally!" he said with some exasperation, "those things have been driving me absolutely crazy." She laughed and shifted her weight forward, hovering just above his newly freed cock, and leaned onto her hands, which settled into place on the armrest, just to either side of his head. She noted with satisfaction that his eyes were flicking back and forth between her face and the lacy strapless bra that was now just inches from him. Daniel reached up and cupped her breasts, finding the nipples already hardened into little peaks, and started rolling them between his fingers as he lifted his gaze back to her eyes and asked, "So, do you have any condoms?" Amanda marveled at his ability to string a sentence together, as she was currently barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone words. She blinked once or twice to clear her head and replied, "I'm on the pill." He grinned and reached one hand down between their hips. "Good," he said with satisfaction, "then there's nothing to stop me from doing this." And with a quick adjustment of his position, he grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her firmly down onto his cock. They both moaned. She had noticed earlier that he was generously (although not ridiculously) proportioned, and she was certainly feeling the effects of that now, as his thickness stretched muscles she hadn't used all that recently. She squeezed experimentally around him, and he moaned again. "God, Amanda. If you keep that up, this won't last nearly as long as I've been hoping it will." Part of her was tempted to see just how fast she could make him lose it completely, but she wanted to savor the feeling a bit longer, so she relaxed and instead directed her energy toward moving her hips up and down. Daniel brought his hands back up to her breasts and squeezed, rubbing his thumbs in circles over her nipples through the lace of her bra. Every movement seemed to send little jolts straight to her core. She sped up her movements, loving the feel of his cock plunging in deeper every time she hit bottom. He left one hand to continue tweaking her nipples and started using the other one to trace figure eights over her clit. Instantly she tightened around him, feeling herself start to lose control. As her movements become more erratic, Daniel started thrusting in tandem with her. The combination of sensations, both from his shaft sliding into her and his fingers stroking her clit, brought her to her peak. Little mewling sounds burst from her, seemingly of their own accord, as she started to tip over the edge. She was so, so close... In the blink of an eye, Daniel wrapped his arms around her and, somehow without tumbling them onto the floor, rolled over so that he was on top of her, pushing her knees up against her shoulders. He resumed drawing patterns against her clit and began pounding into her in earnest, whispering into her ear, "You are fucking incredible. Oh my Lord you feel so... fucking... good..." Amanda's orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her entire body tensed, and for a moment she thought she saw stars. Daniel thrust once, twice, three more times, before he groaned out his own completion, gripping her hips hard enough she was sure she'd have bruises in the morning. They collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, shifting their weight just enough to fall side-by-side on the couch. He tilted her head back and covered her mouth with his own, running his hands up and down her back as they both panted heavily. "Wow..." he managed. "Yeah, wow..." she responded. They fell silent as consciousness slipped away, and before long, both were breathing the deep, easy rhythms of the utterly sated.