1 comments/ 9824 views/ 2 favorites Fantasy Lover Ch. 01 By: lady_requiem "And what does this all relate back to?" The professor said, walking towards the front board of the lecture hall. Gwen dimly recognized her surroundings, in her mind she was somewhere else. She was in the mix of feathers and skin. She could nearly feel the hands running up her flesh, pulling her back against him. She'd often imagined him here, daringly coming from the ceiling in a splay of white feathers and golden tanned skin. The angel, as it were, would pull her into him. Kissing her both powerfully and frantically, needing her. His hands pulling down lower, grasping her ass and pulling her up against his knee that was situated humbly between her strong thighs. She imagined him as warm and inviting, those fingers of his digging deeper into the fabric of her 'skinny jeans'. Her hands would pull against his naked shoulders, softly scratching the impeccable skin beneath them. The friction from his rhythmic pulls on his thigh would cause a chain reaction of moans and raspy sighs from his red-haired captive. There they were, in the midst of this historical University class, humping and panting, and not one student would see or hear them. The teacher would reach for the projector and change the slide, the class would answer questions, and Gwen with her angelic lover would fuck in the back of the room. That, of course, was her dream. As she fantasized, her thighs would squeeze in those tight jeans, her hips unknowingly pushing deeper into her plastic seat. Riding the seam although no one seemed to notice, then again, Gwen always chose to sit in the back. "Miss Lawrence?" The professor had turned, suggesting that the red head answer her question. "It relates to the idea of Manifest Destiny?" She replied as if she'd been listening the entire time. She had had this fantasy down pat, at least for the most part. Her cheeks were pink as the images of her angelic encounter continued even as the professor agreed with her answer. She tried to push those thoughts back, but the images persisted. With more aggressive and real feeling then ever. Flashes of her fantasy lover pushing her shirt over her head, unbuttoning her jeans and seductively sliding his massive hand beneath her panties. She shook her head gently, her hand placing over her forehead. She tried to stop them! Truly! Her succulent center contracted between her thighs and she could feel the slick honey moistening her under garments. Her green eyes shut tightly as she tried to shut out images that just wouldn't go. It didn't matter; her fantasy lover had taken hold of her, pushing her over the bench. His powerful thrusts causing small breasts to bounce and mental screams of ecstasy. His massive fingers holding onto her round hips. Gwen's eyes opened again and she could feel the heat of her fantasy surrounding her. She had a small, micro-orgasm in her jeans at the mere visions she was inducing. Or was she? Her feet pressed into the ground and she scooped up her books, leaving behind the American History behind, she darted into the halls. Running through the people towards the campus exit, she was frantic for an escape. The feelings swelling in her sex were becoming too much and as she staggered towards her car in the parking lot. No one seemed to notice as her wobbling legs barely kept her up right. She was moaning now, her hands reaching into her pockets, she vaguely brushed the crotch of her tight blue jeans and shuddered. Her fantasy had gone array, but primal parts of her enjoyed the escape. Her eyes were half shut as she shoved the key into the car door and unlocked it. Release was near. She pulled the door open and fell in. Her rear end hitting the seat with enough force that the seam of her pants rode against her dripping wet sex. She had shut the door behind her in time to muffle the cry of her orgasm, waves hit and she squirmed in her seat. The fantasy was over. Her head was pressed back against the headrest, eyes hazily looking up to the gray fabric sealing. She sighed gently, her fingers had dropped the books into the passenger seat and she leisurely sent a demure hand towards her sensitive mound. Her jeans were soaked. Gwen Lawrence had driven home to an apartment she shared with a friend. Her mind was recounting her daydream turned sensual nightmare. She had used a sweater from her sophomore year to wrap around her waist and keep her little ordeal out of sight. She thought briefly as she dropped her keys into the small canister beside the door and headed for the bathroom. What the hell is wrong with me? A logical question to ask. Have I gone completely mad? Quite possibly. Will it happen again? That remained to be seen. She had shut the door behind her and pulled down both spotted jeans and soaking panties to reveal the lower half of her body. She stood in the small bathroom looking towards the mirror. Sliding off her layered shirts she tossed them into a pile near the door. Her thighs were still wet and so was her betraying pussy. She inspected her self in that mirror. All of twenty years old. She'd recently lost quite a bit of weight and found her 'new' body to be all the more alluring. She had long legs that although she complained were hard to find pants for, males found delectable. Moving up her tanned form she found herself at her hips, that were round and smooth. Her flat stomach slid down towards the apex of hair that didn't quite match the red color on her head. Ah yes, the joys of hair-dye. Soft dark blonde curls covered her sex with a careful sense of innocence, although innocence was no where to be found. Moving upward, her narrow waist reminded her of some 1960's go-go dancer, she hadn't known why but that's just how she saw it. Further upward was a pair of pert and small breasts. Nipples coloured a soft rosy pink. Yes, they too had betrayed her. They stood perfectly erect against her tanned skin. "Damn it." She sighed. Upwards more was the sharp collarbones that extended into broad sexy shoulders, shoulders that should never be covered up. Her hair was long, its natural color long forgotten, but beautiful in its own right. A small in width, but large in volume pair of rosy pink lips, a straight and youthful nose, and a pair of undeniable green eyes. She wasn't too hard to look at was she? Then what was the problem? It had been so long since she found love, too long even. Well, she had only fallen in love once and this was at a very young age. Now that that had passed and so had he, she found her self single for nearly six years. She pressed her hand against the foscet and turned on the shower. Sliding beneath the showerhead she tilted it her face upward to allow the water to slide down her skin. The loud beating of the pellets against the tub created enough noise to mask the liberating sigh she expelled. Hands smoothed down her hair lower, to her chest. She felt her nipples brush against her palms and shuddered. She felt a wift of hot air come against her, causing goosebumps to rise over her body not to mention the clinch of her still sensitive pussy. She narrowed her eyes and glanced through the clear shower curtain towards the door. It was closed. "I'm going nuts.." She whispered to herself. "I just know it." Behind her she felt something like a hand slide down her naked ass. Gwen jumped forward and turned towards the shower. Her back pressing against the cold wall. It was then that she felt the wift of hot air again. Encircling her, she watched the shower spray as if it were going to change. Her mind flashed back to the fantasy she'd had almost an hour earlier. Her mind quaked. It's happening again! Her hand had seemed to gain a mind of its own as the vision continued. She felt the beads of water dart against her flushing skin and began to need that fantasy angel. She was about to get her wish. Her green eyes turned up heavenward as she slid her long slender fingers between the folds of her wet pussy. In her mind she could see the act continuing. Her back against the cold shower wall, she could feel his hands pushing down her waist following the expert tongue that she wished was there but really couldn't be. She was concentrating on the feeling of that tongue, her leg moved up and rested on the bath ledge. His tongue moved so well into her creases, opening her up to him, coaxing the soft moans and rocking of her hips. It flickered inside of her, briefly pausing on her clit, teasing her really. His tongue moved up to it slowly, circling it. She whined and pressed her back further into the wall, he was having his desired affect on her. She felt his teeth biting against her clit, sending shivers and whines through her. Her body expanded an audible moan when his lips and tongue withdrew its attack. Instead, she felt one of his hands leave the inside of her thigh and slid upward to her sex. Fingers brushed against the soaking wet and ultra sensitive area. "Please," She whispered, "Oh god..Don't stop.." She whined. Those fingers she had desperately wanted had left her for naught. As she dared to look down at herself, she expected to see nothing. But curiously the vague outline of a man in the water returned the look. She couldn't see his features, he seemed invisible but the rain from the shower had given him an outline, she could see the shifts of long hair clumped together from the water, a strong face that was chiseled and although anonymous; it was beautiful. Gwen was petrified and curious. "Who are you..?" She whispered, although not forgetting that she still required some satisfaction. Samuel. The name drifted through her mind without a word being said. She reached out to touch him, her hand grazed along the thin air of the outline. As she looked downward more to him, she saw the bulk of his body, powerful and sinewy arms, lean and muscular chest and long legs that surely would've created him a tall stature. However, she inspected his back with divine curiosity, it was oddly shaped and strange. She reached out to touch one of the lumps that seemed to cascade down the rest of his body. Her lover disappeared. Stay tuned for more! Fantasy Lover Ch. 02 After pouring his thoughts, feelings and fantasies out onto his lap top he now didn't know what to do with it, did he keep it to him self or did he share them with her, 'how would she react' he thought 'would she be offended , would she think him some sort of pervert'. It was after a great deal of soul searching he decided that he had to let her know, he had to show her how he felt. So he transferred the file from his laptop to a flash card and took it home to put it on his PC, and sent it via Email, just the thought of her reading his most personal thoughts had him hard for her and he couldn't resist masturbating as his imagination stared running wild. 'As she opened the new mail in her in box and started to read, "Oh my god I never knew he felt like that" she said to her self. Once she had read it through and got over he initial shock she started to read it again, as she read she could feel herself becoming aroused, that familiar feeling just below her belly button. She could feel herself becoming moist. As she read she started to gently stroke her self through her jeans, becoming more aroused and now not just moist but wet, she undid the button of the jeans and slid the zip down slowly she slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties feeling her trimmed pubic hair, she continued to stroke herself, as she read she could feel her orgasm building. As she continued to rub her clitoris her other had went under her top and into her bra and as she felt the ring through her nipple she couldn't help but lift the cup of her bra exposing her breast to cool evening air her nipple as hard as a small caliber bullet, now with her breasts free she had better access to the nipple ring and she pulled on it stretching her nipple out from her breast as she continued to play with her pussy lips and clitoris. Suddenly her orgasm hit like the rush of the sea onto a beach and she thrust two fingers deep inside herself. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her and she bit her bottom lip to stop herself crying out. 'God it's so long since I actually made love with anyone' she thought as she slowly came down from the powerful shuddering orgasm. The image faded from his minds eye as he shot a powerful stream of cum onto his stomach and chest. It had now been three days since he sent the Email and he was beginning to think it had been a big mistake, there had been no reply, no reaction whatsoever. 'Maybe I should have just kept it to myself' he really was starting to think she must have been offended when he got a reply. "Thank you I didn't know I left that sort of impression on people" it said. 'Oh if only you knew that every time I think of you the memory of your body makes me so bloody hard' he thought. Several nights later he woke from a particularly vivid dream his cock straining against his boxers. As he stroked the length of his shaft he replayed the dream over in his head. He had called in to see her on the pretext that he was just passing. When she opened the door she looked stunning in a long flowing gypsy style skirt and a small tight fitting vest top, with sandals on her petite stocking clad feet. As she turned away from the door he thought he caught the slightest hint of the outline of the nipple piercing he'd heard mentioned before, she was obviously braless. As he closed the door and entered the room she had her back to him, he longed to take her in his arms, kiss and nibble her neck from the shoulder and up into her hairline. The house was quiet and he asked about the girls she said that they were away for the weekend with their fathers. As he approached her he asked how things were with her, she turned; looking up into his eyes she said. "Not too bad considering". She'd been having trouble with her teenage daughter he knew. "I'm just looking forward to having some me time", He thought he caught just a brief twinkle in her eyes. They hugged in greeting and his mind flashed back to the last time he saw her and the longing he felt as he kissed her forehead for her to lift her head and meet his lips with hers. No sooner had he thought it than she did just that, just the barest touch of lips over quickly. He was shocked, this was supposed to be a fantasy, he looked at her face his eyes flicking over her features trying to read her thoughts her eyes steady on his, her face upturned a slight smile on her lips. She raised her arm and placed her hand behind his head pulling his face down to hers she kissed him again harder this time her lips parting slightly inviting his tongue between them, the kiss became more urgent each responding to the other and he instantly became hard as she pressed herself to him. He bent slightly to place his arms around her waist and without breaking the kiss he lifted her. As he raised her she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed herself against his bar hard cock, her legs locked around his waist she raised and lowered herself her pubic mound rubbing against his cock in a slow fucking motion their lips still locked and their arms wrapped tightly around each other, his around her waist, hers around his neck. As he moved his hands to support her better he felt the clip of the suspenders she was wearing and his cock twitched against her thrusting crotch, her skirt riding up with each thrust until her panty clad pussy was exposed to the friction created by the ridge of his cock in the front of his jeans and his hands were in contact with the flesh of her buttocks and upper thighs, his fingers slid under the straps holding the stockings she was wearing. He shifted his hands again as her thrusting became more urgent, he could feel the heat of her moist pussy on his fingers that now rested on her inner thighs, He slid his fingers into her panties and teased her labia at the same time as holding her open exposing her satin covered clit to the pressure of his cock, suddenly her body went tense against him, she thrust her crutch onto the ridge of his cock and she sucked hard on his bottom lip as her whole body trembled and she whimpered through her orgasm. Still holding her in his arms their mouths locked together and tongues exploring each other he walked towards the couch and gently lowered her to it, once they were laid down they started to caress and slowly undress each other. Once naked they continued kissing and caressing, exploring each other their bodies being familiar yet new so long had it been since they had last been together. He traced the outline of her waist and hips with his finger tips tickling slightly and causing her to jump, at the same time he placed little kisses on her skin following the line of her jaw and onto her neck just below her ear pausing to suck and nibble the lobe, she shuddered and sighed as he continued down onto her neck and the shoulder to her chest down to the swell of her breast, little nips and kisses all the way bringing goose pimples to her skin as he reached her nipple. His teeth grazed across the tip of her nipple before he took it between his lips and sucked as his hand brushed over her pubic mound following the slight valley of her pussy lips again causing her jump, as his fingers touched her clit she moaned deep in her throat and she move her hands to his head to hold it against her breast, but he had other ideas and released her nipple pulling it with the suction of his lips and grazing it with his teeth until with a small popping sound it fell away from his mouth and he continued kissing his way down over her stomach across her belly button where he traced around it with his tongue and then blew gently onto the dampness once more bringing goose pimples to her whole body and causing her shudder and suck air in through her teeth making a small hissing sound. As he continued downward he lifted her legs bending them at the knees so that of their own accord the fell apart and gave him better access to her, as well as giving him better access it also caused her pussy lips to part slightly exposing her opening and clit, again she moaned deeply as she felt his lips finally reach their goal. He inhaled deeply savouring the familiar feminine musky smell of sex as he inhaled he looked up over the swell of her breasts to watch her face as he blew gently onto her moist pussy, her eyes partially closed she smiled at him and shuddered as she felt his breath on her hot sex. He dipped his head and traced the outline of her opening with his tongue before dipping just into the moist pink flesh of her pussy. He ran his tongue up between her labia and over her clit before flicking it several times with his tongue and taking it between his lips and sucking it gently whilst almost nibbling it at the same time. Her hands came to his head again and she thrust her pussy against his mouth and tongue whimpering through her second climax, as she came down from her orgasm she pulled his head away because the sensations were so intense it was almost painful, as she held his head and looked into his eyes she sighed and breathed just one word "Please" "What?" he asked. "Please" She said. "What?" he repeated. "You know" "No, know what?" "YOU KNOW" "Say it" "Take me, put it in me" "Put what in you" He teased all the time tracing her pussy lips with his fingers. "YOUR COCK, PUT YOUR COCK IN ME, DAMN IT I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME" He moved up her body until his head was level with hers and his cock was just touching her pussy. "Please" she breathed again and he pushed slowly forward until the head of his shaft had just penetrated her opening, he held it there and then moved as if to withdraw, but not quite, he rocked back and forth, just the head of his dick in her opening. He was savouring the sensation of her tightness around him, the wetness of her on his dick. Then slowly, ever so slowly he sank his shaft inch by inch into her warm wetness until he was fully embedded in her, the helmet shaped head of his cock resting against her cervix, he lay there for a moment their eyes locked, looking deep into one another's soul. He withdrew slowly before plunging his length back into her, long slow strokes, out until the head of his cock was barely in her and back until their pubic hair was mashed together and his helmet brushed the opening to her womb, he built the pace steadily until he was pistoning in and out, in to the root of his cock, out till he was barely in, he kept building the pace of his shafting until with bed shaking force they came together, sighing, moaning and clutching each other sharing in their powerful mutual orgasm, he could feel the waves of her pussy contracting, gripping and milking him, she the powerful pumping action of his cock as it shot jet upon jet of his cum splashing into her. As their orgasm subsided he collapsed slowly onto her kissing her half closed eyes her neck and chest red with the flush of her orgasm, they fell asleep in each others arms, her pussy still gripping his semi hard cock.' The image faded, his hand was a blur as he shot streams of sperm high into the air splashing onto his chest and stomach. Only a fantasy, only a dream never to be. "IF ONLY" he thought. "IF ONLY"