I’m quite a shy girl in reality, but in my fantasies I am a powerful, sexually assertive woman who just grabs whatever she wants. Lately I have been fantasizing a lot about making a move on my neighbor’s pool guy; he’s the kind of man I would never have the confidence to approach in real life, but here’s what happens in my mind while I touch myself…
I was lying out in the backyard in my skimpy bikini, topping up my tan, when I became aware of Brad’s eyes on me. He didn’t know I was watching him too, my gaze hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. But I was feeling horny, so I decided to have a little fun. I invited him over for a cold beer when he finished what he was doing; when I saw the way his eyes raked hungrily over my near-naked body, taking in the vivid tan lines just peeking around the edge of my bikini top, I knew I could make him my new plaything.
As I handed him a beer I said, “Can I ask you something… I want you to be honest with me. Do you find me attractive?”
“Of course,” he replied.
“So… would you like to get naked with me?” I continued.
His smile widened and he replied, “Absolutely.”
“One thing, though,” I said, “You have to let me be in charge. I guarantee if you let me be in the driving seat from start to finish, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Whatever you say,” he replied, his cock visibly hardening in his shorts.
We went inside and I told him to get undressed and lie on the bed. He was rock hard. I took off my bikini and looked at myself in the mirror. The white flesh it uncovered glowed in contrast to my deep tan, like a spotlight on my breasts, my pussy and my ass. The effect was hot.
I knelt astride Brad’s face, hovering my shaved pussy over him, letting him drink in the delicious sight. When he was straining upwards to touch me, I slowly lowered myself onto his face, grinding against his mouth. Immediately, his tongue lapped the length of my slit, lingering on my clit, then sliding back down again, over and over. It felt amazing and I pressed down harder, greedy for the pressure on my clit. He prized open my inner lips with his tongue, and squirmed it deep inside my wet hole. As he licked avidly I ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples and rocking my hips to ride the intense sensations.
My hot pussy walls tightened around Brad’s tongue as it caressed my slick pink folds, and it wasn’t long before I felt my muscles start to twitch as orgasmic feelings rose within me. I licked my fingers and started to rub my clit in time with Brad’s tongue thrusts, moving in wide, slow circles at first, then faster and harder. I bit my lip as a warm, intense tingling sensation built up inside me. My pussy muscles clamped on his tongue as my hand moved faster, strumming my clit furiously. I moaned loudly as I started to climax, bucking on Brad’s face, smothering him with my pussy so he could hardly breathe. My body shuddered and my juices flooded all over his mouth and chin.
It was a rush of pleasure for sure, but I still craved more. I leaned forward to grab Brad’s cock, which was so engorged, shiny and purple. I spat on my hand, wrapped it around the base of his shaft, and slid my fist up and down a couple of times. Brad thrust his pelvis up, chasing the sensation.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” I reminded him. I could see the concentration on his face as he struggled to keep his hips still. Still gripping his cock, I straddled him so my sodden pussy lips were just nuzzling against the head. I rocked over it, stroking it along the slick groove, making him groan. I sunk down a little lower until the head of his cock was just inside my honeypot, my delicate flesh wrapped around his head, making him quiver with delight. Then I suddenly let go of his cock and thrust down until he was in me balls-deep.
We were both moaning with arousal as I started to ride him hard, building the pace until my thighs were burning. My perky little breasts bounced, my ass slapping against his groin as I impaled myself on his boner over and over again. My second climax was on the rise, and I focused on gripping his cock tighter with my pussy muscles. At the very instant that I tipped over the edge and headlong into orgasm, Brad let out an almighty howl. I felt his hot load squirt inside me, my pussy spasming around his cock as I was engulfed by a wave of bliss.
When I play this fantasy out in my head, I always orgasm as I imagine Brad snapping his hips up to pump his hot cum into me as I ride him. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew I had these dirty thoughts about him?
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