Amy’s Afternoon Fantasy

One afternoon, Amy was working away in her home office at the computer. Or, at least she was at the computer. Instead of working, she was in a chat room, talking with strangers about all sorts of naughty things.

She was chatting with a man who described himself as tall, dark and handsome, and the talk steadily got steamier and steamier. Amy felt her arousal as he told her about his own, and she became hotter, warmer, and wetter.

The stranger began to ask about her body, about her breasts, about what she was wearing. Amy told him about her simple outfit, and the sexy lingerie she had on underneath. The man told her she should undress, but she already had started. Her top was pulled up so she could fondle her bra-clad breasts, while her other hand was digging inside her pants.

She told the man what she was doing. He told her to do more. So her top came off, quickly, while her pants slipped down her legs. She was a fully aroused woman, needing satisfaction. She knew she had to go further – she had to get naked for this man and for herself. So her fingers hurriedly undid her bra, letting her beautiful firm breasts go free. She wanted to tear off her panties, but her legs were too wide apart, with her hand too busily stroking her wet pussy inside the panties. She couldn’t stop for a second, even to take them off. It just felt so good…

Suddenly she heard a noise, right behind her! She whirled around, nearly naked in only those wet panties with her fingers still inside. There was the man, just as he had described himself. He stood there in real life, naked, including his erect penis standing straight up in front of him, pointing right at her own scantily clad body.

Amy nearly melted to the floor. He walked to her and took her firmly in his arms. “Time to take off those panties,” he said, and with a hand on either side he firmly unrolled them down her legs. She stepped out of them, naked.

“Let’s have some fun with each other,” he said. And with that he slowly lifted her in his arms, and carried her out of the room, to the bathroom, to the shower. He started the water and they squeezed inside, breathing the warm steam.

“Your breasts need my touch,” he said. And he began to soap her bare breasts, slowly fondling and massaging every square inch. His hands slipped down over her body, the soap gliding over her back, her shoulders and her tummy. Finally the hands went down further, to her naked, dripping pussy. He began more gentle soaping, but soon dropped the bar, and concentrated on fingering her bare pussy.

She felt his hardness press into her, and soon she reached down for the bar of soap. Her hands glided over his hard, erect cock, standing up valiantly against the heat and steam. She began to massage him, soaping his penis and balls, and soon the pretense of washing was gone as she too dropped the soap and concentrated on his masculinity.

They stood there, kissing, fingering and playing with each other for what seemed like an eternity. But eventually he drew his hand away and hers from him, and reached to turn off the water. “It’s time to make love,” he said. And with that he reached down and lifted her again, carrying her dripping, wet, naked body over to the bedroom.

She said, “let’s 69,” and so he lay down on the bed, his cock standing straight up. She lay down on top, putting her pussy to his mouth and her own to his beautiful penis. They placed their tongues on each other, and he tasted her sweet pussy while she wrapped her lips around his hard cock.

Then she lifted up and rearranged herself, letting her pussy hover over his cock. She slowly sank down on it, letting it penetrate her and fill her up. She felt his hardness inside him, and began to grind. He moaned as she pleasured herself on his cock and lifted herself up and back down on it, to feel the pleasure of its reentry into herself.

Finally he lifted himself up and laid her down. “Now it’s time to cum,” he said softly. And with that he lay between her spread legs and let his penis penetrate fully, completely into her. She felt it sink inside her, only to feel him pull out and enter again, this time harder. He pulled out and in again, building up to a slow, careful ramming of his hard cock into her lovely body. He repeated it again and again, while she cried out to cum.

Would he ever cum? He just kept fucking her, while she began to build up to the biggest climax she had ever felt. Finally his groaning grew louder, and she felt his body tense. Her own body tensed and she began to cum, just as she felt his own spurts begin inside her. He tensed and groaned more, as his hot cum ran out of him into her body, while she cried out in her own pleasure. She closed her eyes as her body shook with her enormous orgasm.

She lay there with her eyes still closed for a long time, panting and relishing every second of what had just happened. Finally, she opened her eyes. He was gone! There was no one in the room, just herself, still sitting at the computer, her clothes strewn on the floor all around her. She looked at the computer. He had logged off.