Sex with the star of Mila’s fantasies was even better than she’d imagined
I’d been flicking through a sports magazine and my eyes had glazed over at the sight of a handsome hunk wearing only a pair of tiny Speedos. I’d put his picture straight on the cork-board in my office, but, after a few wild night-time fantasies about him, I was about to throw the photo away. It was distracting me too much from work. But then Marcus, one of my colleagues, passed by and let on that Mr Pin-Up was one of his closest friends.
That was how, the following Saturday night, I found myself heading into a party, dressed in my tightest jeans, hoping to meet my fantasy man. And there he was. For real. A gorgeous smile, a great body – almost overwhelming. Suddenly, he was standing right in front of me. We exchanged a few words. I was so spell-bound, I didn’t even notice when he slowly directed me into the kitchen and closed the door behind us.
“So, I hear you’re into beachwear?” A hot flush appeared on my cheeks. Damn Marcus, couldn’t he have kept his mouth shut? Whatever. He moved towards me, stopping just inches from my lips. Even though my heartbeat raced nervously, my desire got the better of me. I pulled him towards me and gave him a deep kiss. With a strong grip he took hold of my waist and his hands moved downwards, caressed my legs, landed underneath my skirt and kneaded the skin of my bum. With total confidence he pulled down my knickers. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have asked him to stop. The moment was already too strong, woven into my fantasies from the last week. One of his hands rested on my behind, the other wandered off between my legs. That’s when he stopped kissing me.
“So, what did you have in mind?” With those words his hand found a way into my jeans and two of his fingers sank into my pussy, which just wanted more. He licked his way up my throat, his fingers digging deeper and deeper. He whispered into my ear, “How about some of this…?” and then put my hands onto the very prominent bulge of his crotch. I happily opened up his fly, pulled down his jeans and was greeted by his member, which was very happy to see me. I grabbed him with both hands and smeared the first little pleasure-drops onto his soft tip. My hands slipped up and down his hard shaft. Mr Pin-Up pulled off my top, took my thrusting tits out of their cups, and licked and bit them eagerly. Then he placed me on the work surface and put his head underneath my skirt, his hands firmly pressed into my thighs. His tongue did an amazing job, playing wildly with my lips, circling lines around my clit, sucking and nibbling lightly. I was about to climax, but totally wanted more.
“I want you inside me,” I demanded. I threw my arms around his neck, our tongues danced and I could taste myself on his lips. He lifted me a little, eased into me bit by bit and filled me totally with his rubber-covered cock. Rocking backwards and forwards we were slowly losing control. I slipped my hand between us to reach my clit, squeezed it tight and let the movement of our bodies put an almost unbearable pressure on my pleasure point. This double-stimulation tipped me over the edge. Now I couldn’t hold myself back any more. I bit into his shoulder and delighted in the intensity of our joy. Following soon after me, I could feel his pulsations inside me.
We got dressed without a word, but we kept beaming completely idiotic smiles at each other.
“Care for breakfast?” he asked. Then he took my hand and we left the party. What a beautiful Sunday morning that turned out to be.
