The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies Read Online Free Page B

and he is obviously intrigued by his
surroundings. 'I'm used to sleeping on people's floors or in
tents. Never seen anything like this. Only in movies. It must
have cost.'
    Is he getting mercenary? The thought pops into my mind.
I hope not, though it's hard to kid myself that he's there for
the sake of my girlish figure and lovely face. I'm not that dumb.
He's dipped his wick twice, and the first urgency will be gone.
Good thing I lit the candles. It's always more flattering.
    I change the subject. 'Have you ever had a massage?'
    'One of the girls on a stall at the pop festival was doing
them. It was cool.'
    Bitch! How dare she touch his body? I'm jealous and determined
to put this right.
    'Roll over,' I command.
    I oil my hands, admiring him all the while. There is something
so appealing about a young man's body. His arms are
folded and his face rests on them, turned to one side. His shoulders
are wide and ripple with muscle. His torso sweeps down
to a narrow waist. His buttocks are tight, more musclemoulding
plains and hollows, and his thighs meld into the
backs of his knees, his calves, ankles, and tapering feet. I could
watch him for ever.
    I start at the nape of his neck after pushing aside those raven
curls. He lies still as if sleeping, perfectly relaxed. I've learned
how to give a massage and, almost gloating, allow my worshipping
hands to knead his flesh. I know he is enjoying the
sensation, though he doesn't stir. Along his spine, working the
sinews like dough, absorbing his youth, masculinity and sexuality
through my fingers, then around his supple waist,
enjoying the curve of his lower back, diving between his arse
cheeks, so excited that I can hardly function.
    I get a grip, promise myself a treat very soon, and continue to
work on his thighs, knees, lower leg, and finish with his Achilles
heel, thinking of Brad Pitt in the movie Troy. Luke could be a film
star. I daydream of introducing him to a director I know,
wondering if he could act. But then, if he were successful, I'd
have to share him with a million cock-struck fans. I decide not.
    He stirs a little restlessly and I guess that his prick is getting
excited again under my ministrations. I'm glad I've another
packet of three. I work around each toe.
    'D'you want me to turn over?' he murmurs.
    'Oh, yes,' I reply, straightening up as he moves with the grace
of an athlete, presenting me with the wonderful sight of his
dick.
    I was right. It's swollen to half mast again.
    I give myself a stern talking-to. Don't go for it right away.
Concentrate on the rest of him. Leave his bits till last. I obey,
and there's tingling anticipation in deliberately avoiding his
intimate parts. But he is unable to hide anything from me and,
before long, his penis is sti-, pointing upwards like a flagpole.
He is unable to control his urges as he attempts to bring this
mighty weapon within range of my busy hands. I get a kick
out of tormenting him. So near and yet so far. Skimming
around the base of his cock, tickling his balls, circling his navel,
tweaking his puckered nipples, then bending and dropping a
kiss on the mushroom-shaped dickhead. It is red and weeping
needy tears.
    'Do me!' he begs at last.
    I've been waiting for this, testing myself to the limit, determined
not to weaken until he asks.
    'You really want me to?' I whisper, my cunt hurting with
longing, my clit throbbing.
    'Bloody hell!' He grabs one of my hands and plonks it on his
knob.
    This is too much. I'm kneeling on the floor while he mounts
me, doggy-fashion. I'm rubbing my clit and coming. He pumps
like crazy, throwing back his head and barking. His sperm
bursts hotly into the rubber. I fall flat on the carpet with him
on top of me. I rejoice in being squashed by this rampant male,
a thing of little consequence before the power of his passion.
Jeez! This isn't like me! Am I getting soft or something?
    He lifts me and he is tender. We're under the covers, his arm
around me, my head pillowed on his chest. Our