Shopping

I’m trying to find time to blog a little more frequently than I have been doing. Some bloggers out there put up posts every day or even more frequently. It makes me feel a little inadequate , LOL.

However today’s a day for shopping. Hey, even that’s made a post!

See you all around later.

Rachael

This is something that I used to fantasize about when I was at Uni. Rachael wasn’t bi, but I know she was bi-curious. We never quite got it on, even though I have to say I tried a couple of times. Of course her name isn’t Rachael in case she’s reading *giggle*.



I decided to go shopping in the January sales with a few friends from University. Had a fast food lunch, then most of the gang decided to move on to a bar. Rachael and I were not shopped-out so we headed off to a nearby department store.

After about half an hour we had made our way to the lingerie department. Rachael picked up a couple of bras and we both went to find a changing room. The queues were huge, so we enquired of a member of staff where the quietest changing rooms were. She suggested the new bridal section, that was not yet open to the public, had a perfectly usable changing room. She led us to a dimly lit corridor, flicked a switch and a room at the far end of the corridor lit up. “There you go girls”, she said, “just switch off the light when you’re done”.

The changing room was meant for wedding dress fittings and therefore large. The walls to the left and right of the door were mirrored, so we could see images of ourselves stretching out in either direction. On the wall opposite the door was a leather sofa deep, soft and red, the carpet was a deep pile also a rich red. “This is better than my flat, I’m moving in!” Rachael giggled.

At this point I left Rachael to try on the underwear. While standing in the corridor I suddenly heard Rachael let out a little squeal followed by, “Damn!”. “What’s up?”, I asked. “Help!”, said Rachael in mock panic, “I’ve caught my earring in my sweater, I need a hand”.

I opened the door a crack and slipped inside. Rachael was sat on the sofa with her head to one-side, gingerly trying to untangle herself. “Here, let me”, I said. Kneeling on the floor next to Rachael I removed the sweater I laid it on the floor next to the sofa.

Rachael was now sat on the sofa wearing only a short skirt and a thin bra covering her firm breasts. I couldn’t help but stare at them. I realised what I was doing, looked up and blushed as my eyes met Rachael’s. “I’m sorry I … “, I began. “It’s OK”, said Rachael, “Do you like them?”. I felt a rush of excitement, Rachael had only ever hinted she was interested in other women.

“Well I think you have very nice breasts”. “No”, said Rachael, “Do you like them? Would you like to touch them?”. I looked at her nipples, they seemed to suddenly swell and push through the material of her bra.

I raised my hands and pressed one on to each of her breasts. She leant over, placing her mouth next to my ear, “Well?”. “Yes”, I said, suddenly breathless, “I do”.

I slowly massaged Rachael’s breasts in a circular motion. Rachael began to moan. A familiar warm sensation began to grow inside me, rubbing her breasts was really doing it for me. My panties were becoming moist.

Rachael unhooked her bra. I released her breasts to allow her to throw it into one corner of the changing room. Then she stood up, I looked up at her, disappointed, thinking she’d had second thoughts. “We don’t need these”, smiled Rachael, removing her panties.

Only the material of her short skirt now separated me from her waiting slit. I lifted the skirt like a veil, to find it neatly trimmed, with an inviting odour. My tongue began probing, then found, her clitoris. “Yes”, breathed Rachael. I began flicking her clitoris with my tongue as I would use my finger on myself. Rachael began to sway, so I grasped her smooth buttocks pressing her bush into my face. I found myself digging my nails cruelly into her butt cheeks. The taste of her juices was heaven.

I began to lick her slit from top to bottom, faster, harder. Rachael’s juices began to run down her legs and my face, I felt her begin to shake. Rachel collapsed onto the sofa, leaving me knelt on the thick read carpet my crotch soaked with my own fluids. I watched as the Rachael rubbed her tits in her post-orgasmic glow. Looking up I saw the horniest tableau I had ever seen. It was the wanton image of Rachael, bare breasted with unashamedly exposed pussy and me breathless and face glistening, reflected endlessly in the mirrored walls.

I licked and slurped at her labia, sucking and nibbling her. The bucking her hips became so powerful that I had to hold her down. This seemed to excite her more, until she came over my face with a husky, “Yes, oh yes!”.

As I stood up, my swollen pussy lips rubbed against the crotch of my tight jeans, making me gasp with sudden pleasure.

“We ought to be going before someone comes”, said Rachael. “I thought you already did”, I giggled.

“Oh yes”, grinned Rachael, “Let’s go home. Yours or mine?”

The Gardener

This is a fantasy I keep having:

As I stood in the kitchen with our neighbour’s gardener behind me, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

He had been working hard all morning and nobody was around to make him a drink, how fortuitous for me.

His body was well toned but not over developed, his hair dark brown and shortly cropped, his skin olive and glistening from his exertions. This guy was hot and I felt my pants were becoming increasingly moist … I had to turn my thoughts back to making him a cup of tea as the kettle had just boiled.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he came closer to pick up his cup. My nipples were now erect and pressing hard against the lace cups of my bra and I was sure he could see my excitement unfolding. I was now trying very hard not to give away my desire to have this guy fuck me from behind, as my breathing became louder and deeper.

I turned to ask him how long he was going to take to complete the work next door and noticed that he was erect within his trousers and a damp patch had appeared at the end of his swollen glans. The faded, almost threadbare jeans he wore did nothing to hide the size of his prick or the fluids oozing from it.

“A couple of days” he replied. I couldn’t help myself, I was now staring down at his crotch and his eyes followed mine to the damp patch at the front of his jeans.

He gave me a smile then grabbed both of my breasts firmly in his hands and squeezed the nipples hard, which caused me to let out a moan of pleasure.

Kneeling down in front of him I ran my fingernails along the length of his hard shaft through the denim of his jeans. He responded by saying in a wanton tone “Yes”. I opened my mouth and bit gently through the denim and felt his cock swell with the sensation. With this he fell back against the kitchen units, letting the work surface take his weight.

Still on my knees I unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his prick. It was as hard as stone with his juices dripping from the end, I gently licked him clean and took the tip in to my mouth. He let out a sigh as I began to flick my tongue around the head of his tool. I moved my lips down his cock until he was fully in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat and then I began to move my head backwards and forwards whilst sucking hard on that wonderful prick.

“Careful, you’ll make me cum if you carry on and I want to shoot my load inside you” he exclaimed.

I loosened my grip on his glans and got to my feet to lead him in to the living room. He removed his jeans and boxers and I slipped out of my white cotton dress and led him to the settee.

As he sat on the edge of the settee his erect penis stood to attention between his legs beckoning me to touch it. I moved in closer and tried to kneel in front of him whilst removing my bra but the sight of my full and firm breasts caused him to lick his lips. It was too much for him. He pulled me to him and ravenously took each nipple in turn and sucked hard.

I eventually slid down and reached between his legs placing his cock between my breasts, which were glistening with his saliva. Pressing both breasts together I moved slowly up and down his throbbing cock. Each thrust rubbing his bell end and stimulating him to ooze juices once again. I was now moving up and down in a frenzied way as I watched his face contorting with pleasure and his groans getting deeper.

“Fuck. I want to fuck you hard” he said as he stood up and bent me over the settee, causing my cunt to stick out towards his groin. He moved my panties aside and parted my wet swollen lips with his fingers then inserted his hot, hard cock. I moaned with the sensation of his cock hitting the back of my pussy.

He was now ripping in and out of me and I was becoming intoxicated with sexual arousal. My cunt was so swollen that each time he thrust in to me I could feel the hood of his cock stimulating my g-spot and making my hips snake.

I found myself shouting out “fuck me, fuck me deep and hard” and had to bury my face in to a pillow to stifle my enjoyment. I felt his balls slapping my buttocks as he rammed himself deeper in to me.

Then the sweet moment arrived and with a loud “Oh yes!”, I came on that thrusting, hard cock. “Do you want some more?” I nodded, breathless and unable to speak, and he doubled the speed with which he was pumping in and out of me. I could feel another orgasm building as my insides went in to spasm once again.

He moaned, “I’m gonna come” and I felt his cock pulse and swell as he shot his load deep inside my welcoming pussy. He couldn’t contain his excitement as he thrust so deep and hard that it felt like he was trying to climb inside my wet pussy.

We both collapsed to the floor and he put his arm around my quivering body. We lay in each other’s arms for some time, caressing each other. After a few minutes he got dressed and returned to his day job.

This was not the last time I would fuck like crazy with a stranger; I got turned on at the thought of luring my next victim home for a fuck.