0 comments/ 9155 views/ 1 favorites If Only I Knew By: SweetOblivion "If only I knew you were going to come tonight, sir," she murmured, looking up at his weather beaten face as he entered the hotel bar, "I would have invited you to buy me a meal and tell me your sorrows." "I remember your hunger well," he smiled to see her once more. "Do you remember my thirst as well?" "Yes." "Then, there is hope in this world, you tease," he laughed. "I remember you were amazing." "Thank you for the compliment." "Could you indulge my thirst again?" "Would it change anything?" She smiled quizzically, pressing the key to her hotel room into her purse, denying him something without ever saying no. "Very funny," he frowned. "It would brighten up my life for a hour or so." "You can last a whole hour drinking in the forest of our dreams?" "A series of dreams could help us understand all the riddles and all the particular secrets," he promised, reaching out to touch her hand. "A glass of white wine would be a good start perhaps?" "Would you have to climb a particular vine for that?" She wondered out loud. "No," he said dryly. "I believe they have bottles of the stuff here, but if you have a desire to climb a particular tree, there is a fine beech in the hotel yard." "I know, I can see it from my room, when I look out in the morning." "Could I see it too, then?" "A glass of wine and I am yours for the night? You must think me very inexpensive sir?" "It was just a whim," he said, turning away and walking across to the bar. He pulled his wallet from the lining of his jacket and waved several notes to attract the attention of the bar steward. "Sometimes the whim takes me and sometimes I take the whim," she said pensively, looking away from the bar and back through the window to the beech. She took out her room key and turned it over and over, flipping it in the palm of her hand as if tossing a coin. "We are twin souls you know," he smiled on his return, depositing two large glassed and a packet of nuts. "Nuts too, sir. Oh my! Let's go to bed at once!" "I knew you could be bought." "I've been known to climb a tree for nothing, I'll have you know, sir." "I've been known to climb a tree and ask for it to be cut down." "Do you enjoy the sensation of falling?" "I was just trying to capture a moment." "All moments are evanescent, alas," she sighed and sipped her wine. "Very true - like droplets of water hanging from a leaking tap." "The last passengers on the plughole ferry." "Exactly." She furrowed her brow and looked across at him seriously, furrowing her brow: "Tell me, sir?" "Yes?" "Do all the droplets get window seats?" "All the way down through translucent heaven." "And back into the drift of the next hurricane." "But, what a ride. Such possibilities!" "One always has to consider the possibilities, but sometimes one has to realise the limits of imagination." "You have a point there," he conceded drinking down a deep draft of the golden wine. "When hurtling down from a tree, it is easy to doubt one's purpose." "Depends on the landing, I suppose, sir." "True... the landing is the end of the moment." She said nothing, but just stared down at her glass, waiting for him to continue. "Problems of landing are often not reflected in the eye of the beholder," he warmed to his simile. "There again it depends how close the beholder is and what he/she is concentrating on at the precise moment of impact." Again she said nothing. "Am I boring you, dear lady?" "No you aren't. I like drifting with you - it's comfortable, a nice ride - you don't have absurd expectations." "Thanks - I remember from last time... you're almost too damn intelligent!" "I have a degree, sir. That does take a modicum of intelligence." "I do not doubt it." "And a touch of juvenile silliness." "I wouldn't trust you, if you didn't." "I like pranks, sir." "I can tell." "And can be very horrid, which makes me a bitch, I suppose." "I like the way you mistreat those deserving of scorn. I wonder why?" "Role reversal?" "You could be right." "You do know such things go to a girl's head, don't you sir?" she lisped prettily "Methinks you take advantage of a gentleman's good manners." "I do believe that you too like to be teased, sir." "Very much so... I like to be shown the chase, provided the scent is fresh. I love a fresh trail and the promises of what could be warmed up and consumed." "I only hope I can be of assistance," she murmured gazing over his shoulder through a window at a large beech tree in the park behind him. " Tell me, sir. If I were a tree what sort of a tree would I be?" "I see you more as a little shrub on the horizon." "Beast." "I will not have to climb you, but will find my moment in your thickets." "Do you have any thoughts on how you might fill them, sir?" "Of course... but, they are dark and dangerous." "Oh?" "Well... Grey and possibly a little troublesome," he compromised. "Do tell," she smiled, sitting down, crossing her legs and waiting for her before bedtime story. "Oh dear. An audience... what to do?" "The floor is yours, sir." "I change. I have many moods. Once upon a time I wanted to dominate and force and make and control. Another once upon a time I wanted to be the victim of a black clad banshee." "The girl of your dreams?" "I would be so pleased if you turned out to be both." "I'm not a great predator, sir, in all honesty." "That I accept. It is not something I will hold against you." "What will you hold against me, sir?" "I will hold much against you, if you will lead me to your chambers, madam, now that our glasses are empty." "Would you not be lost in my space, sir?" she teased, touching him lightly on the thigh as she stood up and made to walk towards the door. "I do hope you would offer me somewhere closer," he hinted, pressing his hand to her lower back, almost possessively, but lightly enough for her to say no, if she chose. "You can sleep in my closet if you insist, sir, and that may be too good for you if you insult me with jibes about the looseness you imagine in me." "I meant no offence, madam, but tell me, were I to opt for that foolishly, what would await me?" "Something approximating a deranged 'Narnia'," she giggled, pressing the key into the lock and twisting it back and forth, "knowing the mess of belongings that I have hoarded there." "Perfect!" he laughed "You can be Tumnus, the tumescent faun if you like." "Well, when I walked into this hotel I never expected to become a faun." "I do love hairy legs, Mr T." "I do hope that I cannot repay that particular compliment?" "And your phosphorescent wine. I shave my legsies, sir," she smiled, slipping down onto the bed and sliding her jeans off. "Good girl. Smoothness is a virtue." "Do you think lady hobbits shave their toes?" she enquired, wriggling her own and reaching down to pull her legs up and sit up on the bed in full lotus position, while stripping off her blouse. He admired the nearly nude woman before him. "That," he sighed, "is another image I'll have trouble forgetting." "My near nakedness or the shaven toes?" "Your near nakedness was expected, so it must be the toes." "For that arrogance sir, you can join the male hobbits queuing up at Granfer Gangee's for footsies weekly - the hobbits' 'zoo' magazine." "Stop," he laughed and coughed, feeling his side hurt. "You're damaging my psyche." "Forgive me, sir." "Can I?" He frowned. "Only if you spank me first." "Spank you?" He leered. "Well, you'll have to assume the position for that." "I never assume, sir," she responded pertly. "Others do it, sooooo much better than me." "Then simply position yourself." "As you wish sir. Would you like the woman's weekly in my bag?" "I was hoping for a Vanity Fair." "That's quite a volume. Thackeray will turn in his grave at your abuse of my bottom with his efforts." "You know, you're quite a girl." "Is that good, sir?" She looked up at him, her eyelids flickering demurely. "Good," he laughed. "Why, you're very good. I actually meant the throwaway magazine." "I never throw away magazines. I am a hoarder, sir. Hence the state of my closet." "Then you will have lots of different ones to choose from eventually." "And you can get all your jollies from the problem page of my collected cosmopolitans then?" "Not my cup of tea." "And I thought you just came up with me for sex. You want tea as well - my you ARE the demanding one!" "Very funny." "Forgive my impish humours, sir." "I enjoy them." "That's as well, but it is getting late and I do have to shave my toes for those hobbit boys in the morning, don't you know?" "You are a...a slave to their desires," he laughed helplessly. "Of course, would you have me any other way?" "I almost wish I was more hobbit like now." She walked up to stand beside him, brushing herself against him and leaning up to whisper in his ear: "They have tiny willies sir - so don't be too envious." He laughed once more. "I haven't been the same since Tree beard fucked me." "Well, you wouldn't be. I think I was up there when it happened" "You may have loved his branches. I adored his root." "Very good," he chuckled and slipped his hand over her pantied bottom," but we should be in bed." "Yes, we should sir. We could be binding in the darkness, making sense of the nonsensical together or fucking deliciously till dawn, which might be the same thing." "I think it is." "Then consider it well, sir, when you indulge your root." "My root is showing signs of growth," he smiled, pressing her hand to his crotch. "It quite puts the Ents to shame, sir." "I am quite willing to try." "Will you run naked through Fangorn for me," she giggled, slipping her pale blue panties off and running her fingers through her lightly furred mound. "I would be behind the fingers but in front of Orcs for the shade of that forest, my dear." "That is good, it could be awkward, if you had to stand in line." "I should orchestrate something more interesting you mean?" "No sir," she said in a tone of mock desperation, kneeling on the flowery bedspread, and sticking her naked rear up at him. "I meant take me in a field of orchids..." "I will not hesitate in taking you and pulling you over my lap," he grinned lasciviously, suiting his actions to his words, "and... "...In watching me fall asleep, sir?" She smiled unhooking her brassiere and reaching up to slip on a short and rather revealing cotton nightdress. "You're evil, my darling, and I love it." "Can heaven wait then?" she asked, looking up at him as she returned to her prone position, pulling her nightdress down over her pertness. "It can wait until I size up the target and apply myself." "That's what they said at Helm's Deep sir." "I'm sure your depths are more worth plundering, my dear. Now prepare yourself for the assault." She wiggled briefly and then stilled her body as his right arm rested on her lower back. There followed a trenchant pause before a light smack was succeeded by a slight quiver on her part. A further pause ensued as he enjoyed the reaction to the full and smacked harder right on the pink centre. "Oooooh, that was rather effective, sir." "Good," he pulled his hand back and brought in down hard. "And...this... "Ouchie! That stung!" "...Will be better." Seeing the redness, he proceeded with vigour, slapping once! Twice! And a third time for good measure. She wriggled on his lap, letting a perverse enjoyment afflict her whole body. "My, you are quite the bull in the orchid field, sir." "You, dear lady, need the forceful nature of a bull." "Yes sir, Mr Minotaur, sir." He pushed her legs apart and spanked her between the buttocks making her wince. "Now that, sir, is not cricket." "This is a new sport, with rules I make up as we progress," he advised, wrapping his right arm around her lower back to still her movements. "Now you must allow me to spank you where I feel you need to be spanked." "You seem to be enjoying having the only pencil in the room, sir," she giggled pressing down on his lap with her belly." And, gosh, all that lead in it?" "Then perhaps you should remove yourself from my lap and take up a position where you can sharpen it for me?" "Drain your balls, sir?" "You must. I feel that most particular need." "Will I appreciate the full length, sir?" "I do not think you will be able to measure it with such a small mouth." "So it is merely the thick knob that will press at my lips when I kneel before you?" "Cup my balls as you tease it, darling." "But they are sooooo warm, sir!" She sucked in her breath and looked up at him in surprise. "Their warmth is the surprise." "Do they ache, sir?" "With such force - relieve them of their want." "I had better gently tug down your trousers to compensate then, sir." "You should." "And your boxers will reveal your straining erection to my wide brown eyes." "The jolt of such a gaze is pleasing." "Shall I prop myself up on my elbows, so that lovely penis is centimetres from my eager young mouth, sir?" "Yes and make sure your legs angled so I can see your black suede thigh high boots with six inch heels." "Focus on my warm breath sir, not my closet," she smiled knowingly, letting her tongue flick out hesitantly at first and then paused momentarily to thank him for the new thigh high boots with the six-inch heels. "Buying them was a gift to me, from me," he smiled and then jerked forward as she licked the sensitive underside before sealing her lips around the spongy head and sucking him earnestly. Her tongue was slick with the heady mix of his excitement and her saliva. His hands scrabbled on her tousled brown hair, watching her head bob sweetly as she coaxed his seed. How could he help but enjoy the sight of those glistening lips into which his shunting member disappeared and reappeared. "So slick," he murmured and sighed disappointedly as she pulled her mouth away. "Slick with the memory of all those hobbits she had blown before at the prancing pony." "Why does THAT turn me on?" "You need to ask your medical practitioner about that, sir. My mouth will soon be too full of your massive manoeuvring male member to answer you." "Carry on then, less alliteration more suction, please." Obediently, she bent to resume her task, clamping down on his sex, sucking and milking him through tight yet quivering lips. "And I will lift your breasts so feel the softness as you move backwards and forwards until I desire you to release me and spring down to those soft gourds that I wish to tit fuck this instant." "This instant?" "Most certainly." "Your certainty is clouding my better judgement, sir." "Then you must act upon it. You must fulfil my need." "Must I squeeze my breasts around your impudent member, sir?" "Oh yes." "And stick my tongue out so that you may arc your member up into the awaiting oval of my lips?" "And ask me to invade your every opening of course." "You want my cunt and my bottom, sir?" "You are a perfect slut." "Now you know why the pony prances, sir," she giggled "Well let my creature canter over your tits." "You start calling your penis a creature and I warn you I'll christen it precious, sir." "It surely is already precious to you." "Ooooooooh," she murmured in a trembling, breathy voice. "Of course it is, sir." "What would happen if one of those dirty little hobbits you sucked dry found us like this?" "He might have a heart attack through penis envy, sir." "A perfect answer," he smiled patting her head. "Expect no less from a perfect slut," she smiled back, pursing her lips and gazing up at him with inviting eyes. "...Though I would enjoy the sight of an elfish princess fingering your cunt as you titillated my cock." "You'll have the rangers after you, sir." "I would take that risk." "Riskall, son of Kissball? "T'is me. "And as fine a fuck as your father, sir, if I may say so." "My father told me you were a wonderful human being." "I like to please the select clique of human beings I meet in this hotel, sir." "I'm honoured to have found this." "And all the horny hobbitses too, of course." "Of course." "Gets me used to having something up my butt." "How do you mean?" "Hobbits like to linger in their holes, sir." "They do?" "More ridged than the best dildo Mordor can manufacture." "Your dirtiness excites me." "That's what the Dark Lord said to me. Gave me the eye he did sir." "You must have hobbit cum still dripping from your arse." "His very words, sir, in his lewd squat like pose...or was that Gollum - so many fantasies sir - it gets a poor girl all confused." "You'd let that slimy dick have you?" "No we had a foursome - Frodo and I - Shelob and Gollum. Never seen a spider squeal like a stuck pig before." "The details of which would horrify me I'm sure." "It's all on the web sir," she grinned. "You are naughty," he laughed, slapped her bottom affectionately and reached down to kiss her. "But you like me after a fashion?" "I'm in love to be honest and silly." "Then I can do nothing but await your depredations as you burnish my backside with every color of the sunset before sunrise, sir, just to remind me that a night changes nothing?" "I've always wanted to fuck Minnie mouse." "I don't do Walt Disney, sir." "I don't blame you." "Give me Daffy Duck any day." "I can't do the accent." "So what is your desire then, sir?" She yawned and closed her eyes "My desire to be what I want to be." "Namely, sir?" she murmured sleepily as he reached over to switch off the light. He sighed and she heard him snuggling down behind her and murmuring quietly in her ear: "After tonight's diversions... if only I knew..." If Only I Knew Then What I Know Now If only I knew then what I know now. As a teenager I was very naive. Sex was something that adults did and was 'naughty' but nice. I was always 'prim and proper'. What an idiot I was. My life changed when I was 22, I was getting so bored with my life in the pokey little town in North Wales that I decided that I had to do something about it. I managed to get a job as a housekeeper working for Jon in the midlands of England. My life changed dramatically for the better. I no longer own any underwear, trousers or shorts, and frequently (weather permitting) wear nothing in our home and garden. I've learned that pain gives me pleasure, so does being naked in situation where people aren't normally naked. Anyway, what I'm writing about here are my fantasies, what I think about when I'm feeling randy. Most of them centre on the time living at home, and at school; but some of them are about exhibitionist circumstances. I've tried to write them in some sort of order, but to most they will appear very disjointed. Unfortunately that's how my brain works on subject like this -- sorry. First the times when I lived with my parents and younger brother. My little brother only saw me naked once -- when I was 17 and being given a spanking by my dad for staying out late and drinking with my friends. My brother was 13 at the time and I was mortified at having to strip off and get across my dad's knee. I'd had numerous spankings from my dad before, even having to take my knickers down, but that last night was the worst (or should I say best). As I said, I was mortified, but at the same time I got 'wet' and had these strange feelings. I now understand what those feelings were. I'd not have worn knickers or a bra whenever I could. I'd have fooled my mother by putting a clean pair of knickers on each morning and given myself a wedgie just to soil them with the juices that I would have generated during the night as I frigged myself. Most of my underwear would have slowly disappeared so that I would rarely have had any clean ones to wear. That way I would have had an excuse if my mum or dad had said anything about my lack of underwear. Luckily my breasts have never grown bigger than 34A so I'd have got away without a bra most of the time. I'd have worn a cardigan to cover the missing ugly sight of bra straps -- VBL as Jon calls it. I'd have bought a couple of pairs of very brief see-through knickers and hidden them somewhere that my mum wouldn't have found. I'd have only worn them when I thought I would have really needed to wear some. I'd have teased my father by giving him goodnight kisses wearing just an old baggy T-shirt so that he could see down the top when I bent over to kiss him. I'd try to position myself so that my brother would be able to see my bum and what I wasn't wearing underneath. My parents used to leave my brother and me watching TV alone quite a lot and I'd have got great pleasure out of teasing my brother by watching TV lying on my stomach on the floor and letting my legs drift apart. Poor boy would have had many a wank thinking about my pussy. On that subject, I always used to have sparse blondish pubic hair (I've removed it all permanently now). What I would have done was pluck most of it out and pretended that I'd never really grown many hairs 'down there'. We didn't have a shower so we had to have baths. I imagine myself 'forgetting' to lock the bathroom door and pretending to go to sleep laying in the bath. I'd get all tense and excited waiting and hoping that either my dad or brother would need to go to the toilet and walk in on me. I'd try to keep perfectly still when they came in and get even wetter knowing that they were staring at my naked body. My bedroom was at the back of the house, and the house at the bottom of the garden had an older boy in their back bedroom. I didn't really know them because they moved in when I was about 13 and the boy went to a different school. I always used to close my curtains early every evening, but sometimes when I did I used to see the boy looking over from his bedroom. If I'd known then what I know now I'd have given him a right show at every opportunity. I imagine myself slowly stripping off knowing that he would be looking. I'd then lie on my bed masturbating. Sometimes, after I'd cum, I'd get up and walk over to the window, wave at him and then close the curtains. When little brother got to 11 my mom got a job, which meant that I had to look after him during school holidays. I dream of taking advantage of the few hot summer days by sunbathing naked in the back garden. I'd tell brother to go and play with his friends and then I'd strip off and take a little towel out to the back lawn. The neighbours on both sides worked as well, but I'm sure the boy in the house at the bottom of the garden would have spotted me. I'd start playing with myself and try to image what would happen if little brother and some of his friends arrived home before I'd expected them. The idea really gets me wet. As I mentioned earlier I got spanked a few times and didn't understand the feeling that I got, particularly the feelings in my pussy and why it got wet. Since moving in with Jon I've realised that I get off on pain. Jon's made me cum many times by spanking, caning or whipping me. Yes, it hurt to start off with, but it doesn't take long for the pleasure to take over. If I'd known that when I was a kid I'd have provoked my father into giving me more spankings. I'd have got him so mad that he'd have given me lots of naked spankings. I dream of being naked over his knee with my legs as far apart as I could without it being too obvious and being watched by my little brother. If I were really lucky it would happen when some male visitors were there so that I had a bigger audience. I'd scream and squirm about so that my dad would get even madder with me. I usually cum as I dream about cumming whilst over my dad's knee. I just wonder if any of the audience would realise that I was cumming. School - I was unlucky in that I went to a school where the girls had to wear skirts that went down to our knees. In all my fantasies most of the girls wear skirts to mid thigh and the more sensible girls wear even shorter ones. The fun I'd have had by not wearing knickers. One of my current friends was lucky enough to realise that girls have powers over men when she was still at school. One of her teachers actually encouraged her to flash her pussy at him and she got some good grades from him. I'd have done that, I can just see myself sat on the front row with my legs open and the teacher trying to concentrate on giving the lessen. We had a couple of young male teachers that some of the girls had crushes on, and one young female teacher that rumour had was a lesbian. I wonder what reaction I would have got flashing her. Jon discovered some 'Naked in School' stories on the Internet. I've read them (a few times actually) and dreamed of them being true stories with being Karen or Keiko so many times that I've lost count. The thought of being naked in front of all those boys and men just drives me wild. I can imagine myself walking down the school corridors absolutely naked through hundreds of young men. The expressions on some of their faces, some shocked, some turned on and others just drooling over my body. I can also feel the hands as some of them grope my tits and pussy. I'd pretend that I wasn't enjoying it and make token gestures to get them to stop but in reality I'd be loving every second. Being used for practical biology lessons is my utopia. Once when I went for a smear test there were 2 student doctors there and I ended up cumming right in front of them. My doctor took it in his stride, but the students were a bit shocked and embarrassed. I often remember the expressions on their faces. Anyway, back to school, and I did a couple of years ago. Jon devised this plan for me to pretend that I'd just moved into the area and was being transferred to a school a couple of miles from home. It worked for a couple of days before Jon decided that I'd caused enough trouble and stopped me going before the school got wise to me and called the police. I did manage to get naked a few times and even got into a cat fight on the school playing fields where both of us ended up naked. That was good. You can read all about that adventure (and others) on my web site. In my fantasies about my real school days I'd wear a tennis skirt for PE lessons. A couple of girls did, but they wore big granny knickers underneath. I'd have worn either scanty see-through ones, on none at all, dependent upon what we would have being doing. In the changing rooms and showers I'd not have been shy and keep myself covered as much as possible. I only remember two girls that weren't like that and they got labelled as lesbians. Thinking back I don't think they were, I just think that they were more open minded than the rest of us. If any of the girls said anything about my lack of knickers I'd have used the same excuse as with my mum. The school had some classrooms up some stairs and there were always some boys who would hang around at the bottom hoping to get a glimpse up some skirts. I'd have given them something to look at. I know that I'd have got labelled as a slut, and that would have upset me at the time. Knowing what I do now I wouldn't have cared about being called a slut. I'd have loved it, it would have got me more attention from the boys, attention that I would have revelled in. We had to go to school on the bus. Most of the time it was a single decker, but sometimes it was a double decker. I imagine myself getting in front of the boys going up onto the top deck. Think of the view they'd get going up those steep stairs. My tits didn't start growing until I was 12 and even now they've only grown to an A cup. I used to get teased by the boys, but if I'd known then what I know now I'd had flashed my little tits at any boys that teased me and told them that My best friend in those days was Kirsty, she lived in the next street and was slightly bigger than me in all respects. Kirsty was a bit more broad-minded than I was and I've often wondered if, knowing what I know now, our relationship would have been different. I dream of Kirsty and me teasing the boys and of Kirsty and me being more than friends. Shopping - Just imagine the fun that a teenage girl wearing a short skirt and no knickers, and who wants to flash her assets, can have in a shopping centre. All those escalators, all those changing rooms, all those cafes, all those shoe shops, all those low shelves to squat down to look at something. Yes, I dream of doing all those things. I'm not sure how successful I would have been getting Kirsty to join in the fun, but I certainly would have tried. I sometimes dream of Kirsty and me daring each other to be more outrageous. I also dream of Kirsty and me being lovers, of me sleeping over at her house, and the reverse. I can just see us teasing either her big brother or my little brother as we watched TV wearing just T-shirts, going to the bathroom wearing just a too small towel, or leaving the bedroom door open just enough for them to watch us. There was a gang of boys from my year at school that used to hang around where I lived. They used to tease me a bit about my small tits. Knowing what I know now I would have tried to hang around with them, get into their gang. From what I remember they never did anything really bad, just your typical teenage boys. I used to watch them messing about in the kids playground, climbing the big trees in the park and on the rough land at the end of the park. I imagine myself being a well-established member of their gang and hanging around with them on a summers evening. Of course I'd still be wearing a miniskirt. I can just see them egging me on climbing up trees with them down below looking up my skirt and seeing what I'm not wearing. Little would they know that I was getting just as much, if not more, pleasure out of it than them. I dream of going through a big packet of condoms as each one of them took it in turns to have me after I'd teased them to the point of no return. I had a paper round for a while when I was at school, mornings and evenings. I always used to wear jeans riding my bike round the route, but in my dreams (always on the few warm days that we had each year) I'm always wearing miniskirts, and of course no knickers. In the dreams the bike seat isn't like the one that Jon made for me -- with a vibrator sticking up through the saddle, but it is a very narrow one so that I could slide forwards and backwards on so that the pointed front would tease my clit as I rode around. I used to go to the public library a bit, mainly to do research for school projects. I remember a couple of old men that were always there. They used to watch all the young girls that went in. I used to think of them as dirty old men, still do in a way, but I would have had a bit of fun with them. None of the table had modesty boards so I would have sat reading with my miniskirt rucked-up waiting for one of them to sit in a seat where I knew they were looking up my skirt. I'd then start fingering my clit until I'd cum. There was also a middle-aged male librarian there. He always looked as if books were his whole life. I'd have given him something else to think about. I dream about climbing up his stepladder to get a book and making sure that he saw what I wasn't wearing. Poor man. Rugby was the main sport in our town. My dad took me to a few games when I was young, but I soon lost interest. There wasn't a girl's team, and my slight build would have made me a non-starter anyway, but I do dream of the fun that I could have had if I'd have been a fan. I'd have talked Kirsty into going to a few games, not the town team, a little local team where we could have stood on the touchline in our miniskirts and distracted the opposition with quick flashes. I dream of sneaking into the changing rooms, hiding somewhere and watching the men strip-off and shower. All those muscles and dicks. Of course I dream about getting caught and being forced to strip and suck and fuck -- a gang bang - heaven. I also dream about going to away games where I wouldn't be known by many people. I'd liven-up a boring game or distract the opposition if they were about to score by streaking across the pitch. The Swimming facilities were not up to much around where I lived. They're not up to much in Derby either, you have to go to Mansfield or Stoke to find any decent ones. In my fantasies there was a big Waterworld type pool in our town. I dream of wearing bikinis either too small or too big and one (or both) of the parts coming off as I go down the slides and me pretending that I hadn't realised at the bottom and standing up naked and getting out until someone told me. I act real surprised and half cover my little tits and pussy and ask someone to retrieve the missing bikini. At the bottom of one big slide there's a circular bit a bit like a polo mint. When you get to it you go round and round, slowly sliding down until you finally fall through the hole in the middle into a tank underneath. The thing is the walls of the tank and some of the circular bit are transparent and people frequently watch the person going round and then into the tank. I imaging I'm going round and round with no bikini bottom and the top hanging from my neck. Not a thing that I could do except watch the people watching me. It's enough to make me cum just thinking about it. The changing rooms at my imaginary swimming pool are mixed sex. A few changing cubicles and lots of little lockers. I'd 'accidentally' forget to lock the door and stand there naked pretending to dry my hair with a towel so that whoever came in couldn't see my face, but could see all of the rest of me. The showers are also in individual cubicles with door that lock. Needless to say that I'd 'forget' to lock the door, strip off and stay there until I'd been seen by a few people who opened the door expecting there to be no one in there. I guess that I'd make a few men's days, but there again they'd be making my day as well. The chances of them seeing more than one naked girl are slim, but the chances of me being seen by more than one man was a hell of a lot greater. I dream of getting so excited that I'd start playing with myself, and then a man catching me with a couple of fingers inside me. Ben Wa -- Yes, my friend Ben would have been kept busy. I dream of walking down the school corridor with Ben working overtime. I imaging myself cumming during a PE lesson and being sent to see the nurse because I was flushed and shaking. Riding my bike with the front of the seat rubbing my clit and the movement of my legs making Ben make me cum. I'm nearly cumming writing about it. Anyway, that's about all that I can think of at the moment so I'll close now. Love, V