“Hi, Sheila, it’s just me,” I said, bursting through the front door. I was running late for a dinner date with my sister, Christine.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I spied her coming out of the bathroom. I’d never seen her looking so hot. She nervously brushed a few wisps of hair that had escaped from beneath a towel that was twisted into a turban on her head, clearly unnerved that I’d seen what she was wearing.
“I . . . er . . . I didn’t expect you home so early,” she stuttered.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her stunning figure. She was wearing a red and black teddy underneath her robe. It was open, revealing her amazing body. She had beautiful ebony skin and the red complemented her, turning her into a vibrant vamp.
“I forgot something,” I said, still staring at her breasts.
She pulled the robe tight around her body and rushed into her bedroom. I stood there looking after her. In the twelve months we’d shared this apartment, not once had I seen her go out on a date, yet these last five Fridays, whenever I got home, she was never here and didn’t arrive back until Sunday morning.
When I’d asked her where she’d been, she just said she’d been out with some old school friends. I suggested she bring them around here one Friday. I said I’d love to meet them but she just ignored me.
I was a snoop by nature and the fact that she had that sexy teddy on didn’t fool me. Normally she dressed very conservatively. She was a librarian and, believe me, usually she looked the part. Hair pulled up in a bun, horn-rimmed glasses. She looked and acted like a mouse.
On the weekends prior she would just bum around in tracksuits and sloppy clothes. She always had her nose in a book. I must admit I didn’t have much time for her, always busy with my own life. I had no idea she was so horny looking.
She was seeing someone, but who? And why the secrecy?
“See you,” she yelled, as she passed my door.
I felt so alone when she left. I lay on my bed thinking about her. Dinner with Christine now seemed such a chore whereas before I was looking forward to it.
“Can we skip dinner?” I asked Christine when she answered her phone.
“Yeah, why?” she said.
“Oh, I just don’t feel like it, that’s all,” I said.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just that . . . it’s . . .”
Christine knew I had a crush on Sheila. She’d already told me to either tell her or get over it.
“It’s what?” she pried.
“It’s Sheila. She’s going out again tonight and I caught her coming out of the bathroom wearing a very sexy teddy,” I blurted out.
“So what? Leave the girl alone. You have to get over this obsession you have with her,” she said.
“I’m not obsessing. I’m just curious. Don’t you think it’s strange, her spending all those weekends away and not telling me anything.”
“I think you’re strange. She doesn’t have to tell you anything. You’re not her mother. Don’t bug her about it. It’s her own business. I’ve got another call. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said hanging up.
I rolled over burying my face in the pillow. I didn’t care what she said. I wanted to know what she was up to. Many thoughts and scenarios rushed through my mind. I lay there thinking hard, wondering where she was and what she was up to.
I imagined that I’d followed her out, watched as she ran down the steps, her long hair trailing after her. She’d hop into a cab and her coat would ride up so I’d be able to see the tops of her stockings. Stockings meant suspenders and suspenders meant no ugly panty hose.
I’d keep my distance as the taxi sped through the quiet streets. It would stop in a seedy part of town where there were old warehouses. I’d cut my lights and idle along, just like in the movies. When she knocks on a door someone wearing a dark robe will answer it.
I can’t see what the person looks like as the light from inside the room shadows his face. She slips inside and I’m left to wonder what to do next. I decide to cruise by slowly; my lights still off and park just around the corner of the building.
What would happen next?
Faint music would be coming from inside. There are windows but they are too high for me to see into. Skirting around the back I’d find an old milk crate. I take it with me back to a window and balance carefully on it. I’m able to peer inside, just between the crack of the curtain.
This room is a dining room. A huge wooden table dominates the room with large ornate chairs that could seat about twenty people. Nothing at all mysterious about this room, quite boring actually and then I see someone walk past the room so I’d pull back on instinct, become more interested and grab my crate and go to the other side.
Can’t have my fantasy too boring. I’d have to make it more exciting.
This room would be nothing like the other. This one is decked out with what looks like thick and luxurious carpet, with deep mahogany furniture and plush red velvet covers. There is a huge chair, more like a throne, placed at the centre of one of the walls. Small tables and armchairs are scattered about the room.
Large wooden posts are attached to the ceiling at the same end as the throne and there is a crate or cage with wooden bars nearby, an array of whips adorn the wall and in a glass cabinet I spy dildos, vibrators and other interesting toys.
Yes, that gives it a definite intriguing atmosphere.
Voices alert me to the doorway. Sheila is leading the way, wearing a long purple robe. As she walks the gown parts and underneath I see she is still wearing the sexy teddy and definitely stockings and suspenders. Her hair is draped around her like a shawl. Even from this distance I’ll be able to see she has her face beautifully made up and as she heads for the throne, others will enter the room. All will be women.
Sheila will be the only one in purple. She’ll stand out, look special. Some will have black, some red and two girls will sit at Sheila’s feet wearing white tunics, white see-through tunics. I’ll peer harder, nearly topple off the crate to see if either of them are wearing underwear.
They won’t! Dark nipples will stand out like beacons as the girls cross their legs to sit on the floor. Most of the armchairs will be taken up. Waitresses, dressed only in a short apron and nothing else, their breasts swaying as they walk, will enter as well as two men wearing tight leather pants and no shirts. They’ll stand on either side of the girls who are at Sheila’s feet, their arms crossed, muscles flexed.
My pussy throbs as I plan which way to go from here.
I’d be intrigued for many reasons. Firstly, that Sheila would be the head of anything as she is normally such a mouse. Secondly, that women would dominate this room. They’d have to be part of some sort of association, which definitely has nothing to do with the library association. Thirdly, naked female waitresses will serve drinks to women who slap them on the arse or pinched their breasts. They’ll be so submissive that they show no reaction.
My hand steals down to my pussy and I feel the heat emancipating from there and I smile. This is the randiest I’ve felt for ages.
I can’t hear what is being said, the walls would obviously be sound proofed to keep away nosy people like me and I can’t even imagine what they would say anyway. The two men will walk from the room and minutes later come back, both holding the arm of a beautiful young woman who they stand in front of Sheila.
I need to add some drama to this.
Some sort of heated argument will ensue and their body language will be tense. The woman will struggle to move away but the men will hold her firmly in their grasp. Sheila will approach the woman, look her up and down as though she is for sale. One of the girls who had been at her feet will hand her a cushion. Something will be resting on it.
It will be a knife.
Sheila will run the blunt edge of the knife down the side of the girl’s face, over her neck and the swell of her breasts. Then down and under her shirt where with one quick upward motion she’ll slice off the buttons and the shirt will fall open. The two men will rip it from her arms and discarded it onto the floor.
I really should get into this sort of stuff; it’s definitely a turn on.
Now they’ll hold her arms more firmly as she begins to struggle. I’ll watch, mesmerized, as the knife moves under her bra straps and slices through them. Her bra will fall forward, exposing a luscious pair of breasts. Now Sheila will trace the knife around her nipples before lowering her head to suck one into her mouth.
She’ll laugh while the girl struggles against the men. One of the girls in the white tunic will remove the woman’s skirt until she is standing in only her panties and cut up bra. Her gorgeous breasts will be heaving as she continues to struggle.
Sheila will place the tip of the blade at the edge of her panties and slowly inch its way down to the crotch. She’ll rip her panties off and with a quick slice into the centre of the bra the woman will stand before her naked.
The woman’s body is beautiful. She has dark black hair that hangs over her face as she continues to struggle with the men. Her pubic hair is also dark and stands out against her pale white skin. She’ll have a perky arse and long muscular legs.
If this fantasy was real I’d want to go in there and throw myself into the woman’s pussy. With all those other women in the room watching me I’d let them rip off my clothes and have their way with me. That scenario will be for another fantasy, though.
I’d be so hot watching that I’d carefully slip out of my panties and quickly stuff them into my bag. I’d run my hand over my mound and pussy before sliding a finger into my wet slit. That would feel so good. I’d throw my bag over my back to allow me the use of both hands as I pull back the hood of my clit, smearing some of my juices over it and begin to gently rub it.
My attention will be drawn back to the activities at hand and while fingering myself I’d watch as they lashed her to something on the floor. A waitress is on her knees in front of a woman whose black robe is open, revealing her nakedness underneath. The woman slings one leg over the arm of the chair and the waitress will use a vibrator to stimulate her. Then she’ll lower her head; her tongue will flicker out to lick her. The woman will grab the back of her head and draw her in closer, before collapsing back on the chair to enjoy.
While this is going on the two guys will hoist their captive up to what looks like a rack after they have already spreadeagled and tied her to it. They hook the pulley ropes to one of the pillars and then move away.
Sheila will walk around her to admire her body, her fingers trailing over her skin. She’ll have a small whip in her hand, and she’ll stand in front of the girl, smacking it into the palm of her other hand as though to frighten her. Something is being said but I’ll have no idea what. Then she’ll lash at the girl’s breasts while she begs for her to stop.
This is turning me on. I smear my juices over my clit and rub hard, enjoying the rawness of it all. I’d never been whipped or spanked, well not like that, and I’m finding it quite a turn on, imagining what it would feel like.
Sheila will continue to whip the girl and I will see faint welts rising over her body before she falls to the floor in front of the girl and begins to lick her and I’ll be so turned on just by thinking how my mousy flatmate would be into this sort of thing as I balance precariously on the crate.
Her tongue will roam over the girl’s body before she stands and retrieves the whip. She’ll take the handle and probe it into her pussy and I’ll watch, licking my lips, as she inches it in and then begins to fuck her with it. This will all be too much for me and my juices will run down the inside of my thigh.
Now all the women in the black robes rise and come towards the girl on the rack. Their hands will be all over her, pawing at her breasts, fingers in her pussy and her hole, mouths licking every part of her. The men will not move from their position and from what I can see they certainly won’t have hard ons. I’ll assume them to be gay! How could you not be turned on by that display?
I can’t see much; their bodies will block my view. I’d be so turned on that I’d lean my back against the wall and rub my clit harder, bring on a powerful orgasm and secretively hope that someone is watching me. I’d be as horny as hell. I’d want to see my girlfriend Louise but would be hesitant to leave.
An approaching car will make the decision for me. I’d jump from the crate and hide around the back. The car will drive past though, not even slow down. I’d be pretty sure that this is where Sheila has been going every Friday night and know I can always come back every Friday night to watch. I’d need some relief so I run back to my car to visit Louise.
The desire to be fucked and the thought of Louise wearing her big black dildo has me driving like a maniac. I don’t tell her what I’ve witnessed but Louise is wondering why I’m so randy when I practically tear her clothes from her and demanded a good fucking.
The thought of fucking Louise right now nearly has me putting a stop to this fantasy but I want to continue on, to play it out to the end.
We’d spend the night and the next day locked in each other’s arms but I make sure I’ll be home early Saturday night so I’ll be fresh for Sunday morning. I’ll confront Sheila about her sexuality and I’ll definitely want to see her naked so I’ll have to come up with a plan.
I’d be nervous. Butterflies would flutter around my stomach as I bathe and make myself up. I wouldn’t be quite sure how to go about it, and by the time Sheila does come home the thought of ravishing her body will be the only thing on my mind.
“Have a nice weekend?” I’d ask as she tries to sneak in.
“Oh, you’re up,” she’d say, stating the obvious.
“Yeah. Thought I’d get up early and welcome you home,” I’d say.
“Why?” she’d ask.
I’d rise from the couch and walk towards her. Her eyes would be open wide, her tongue licking at her beautiful full lips. I’d lift my hand and release the clasp from her hair. It would fall around her shoulders and I’d remove her glasses and place them on the table. Slowly I’d unbutton her coat, slip it down her arms to reveal her sexy teddy that she’d still be wearing.
She’d stand there breathing hard as I soak in her beauty. I’d run my hand down the side of her face and grab the nape of her neck. I’d pull her back by the hair and kiss the hollow of her throat. She’d reward me with a low moan of pleasure.
My tongue will seek out a nipple as I pull her hair back harder. I’d flicker my tongue around draw it into my mouth to suck on as my fingers roam her abdomen; her mound, and then I’d cup her pussy.
She’d grab at me, pull me into her body as her tongue kisses my mouth with such passion. My hands will be all over her, pulling at her stockings, tearing them in the process, while I try to undo her teddy. She’ll laugh, push me away from her, and wiggle her way out of it.
She’ll stand there before me only in her ripped stockings and stilettos. I’ll lay her down on the white couch, her dark skin standing out beautifully against it. I’d run my hands over her body, cup her beautiful breasts, lick at her dark nipples, smother myself into her cleavage before my hands go down further, into her kinky pubic hair and down to her slit.
I’d open her up like a flower, her outer lips will be like soft petals, her scent intoxicating as my nose nuzzles against her clit. Her hands will massage my scalp, pull me closer to her as the tip of my tongue runs over a stud that will be pierced through her clit.
Her long legs will wrap themselves around my head, crushing me while I devour her. I’ll pull back to feast my eyes on her while I quickly slip out of my own clothes. I’d lie on top of her in the 69 position, my legs straddling her head.
I quickly remove my clothing so I can touch myself, massage my breasts, finger myself while I think about what I’d do to her if she was really here in my bed with me.
I’d be fascinated by the colour of her dark skin and hair against my own light complexion and blonde hair. My hair would fall over her mound and for a moment the contrast of our colours would hypnotise me. She would pull at my hips, try to drag me down. Her scent will waft up to me, awaken me and I will ground my face into her, allow her juices to smear over my cheeks, lips, chin and mouth.
We’d ravish each other, pleasing, as only women know how. Later we’d lie on the couch locked in each other’s arms.
“How did you know?” she’d ask.
“I didn’t,” I’d lie.
“I didn’t want you to know,” she’d say.
“Why?” I’d ask.
“Every time I live with a girl, their girlfriends always get jealous and I’m asked to leave. So I decided this time to play it cool, hide who I really was,” she’d say.
“I can understand why people would get jealous of you. You’re beautiful,” I’d whisper into her hair, as I’d hold her tight.
“Come with me,” she’d giggle. “I’ve got something to show you.”
She’d lead me into her room and I’d watch her sexy arse sashaying provocatively before me. She’d lay me on her bed and retrieve a box from underneath.
“See anything in there that you like?” she’d ask.
It would be full of dildos and sex toys. Some I’ve never seen before. I’d pull out a huge black one with a tickler attached. I’d lift my eyebrows indicating I’m interested. She’d laugh and strap it on.
I’d lie back on her bed; my legs open and she’d kneel before me. She’d probe my outer lips, I’d reach up to pull her to me, kiss her hungrily on the mouth. I’d be able to taste myself on her lips and I’d grab her by the arse so the dildo could ram into me. She’d be amazing, having mastered the strokes so that in no time I’d be coming.
Oh, the thought of her and the dildo had me rubbing my clit wildly, my back arching as an orgasm builds up.
Then she’d roll me over, hoist up my hips and have me in the doggy position. This way the dildo would reach into the very depths of me, hitting my G-spot while the tickler tantalized my hole.
She’d be an amazing lover and we’d spend the whole day in bed together. Later, while lying in the bath, I’d want to broach the subject of her weekends away.
“So does this mean your Friday nights will change?” I’d ask.
“I don’t see why,” she’d say, allowing soapy bubbles to slide over my breasts as her hands caress me.
“I just thought maybe we could spend more time together?” I’d ask.
“We have all week,” she’d say evasively.
“Yeah I know,” I’d say. “But what if I want to take you out somewhere?”
“We’ll talk about it when the time arises,” she’d say. “What about Louise?”
“What about her?”
“You’ll still see her, won’t you?”
“Of course.” The thought of a threesome would be uppermost in my mind.
“Good,” she’d say “I don’t want to spoil what we’ve got either. Our living together has always been comfortable.”
I’d wonder why she wouldn’t mention the warehouse and the group she is involved with. I wouldn’t care. I’d hope that one day she’d initiate me into their ways. The thought of being tied up and at her mercy would definitely appeal to me. It would appeal to Louise too.
Louise. Still sexually aroused I pull myself away from this fantastic fantasy and decided to ring Louise.
“Hello,” she said sleepily.
“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” I asked.
“What’s wrong?” she wanted to know.
“Just wondering if you’d like some company. Thought we might pull out your box of toys and have some fun tonight.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
“No, what?”
“It’s four in the morning,” she said.
“You’re kidding,” I said truly surprised.
I didn’t realize my fantasy had gone on for so long.
“I’m feeling horny,” I said.
“Obviously,” she laughed. “Hurry up and get yourself over here, then.”
We had the best sex ever that night and from now on I intend to conjure up lots of fantasies, thought I might even write about them, see if I can get them published. Let other people enjoy them as much as I did inventing them.