Hotter Fantasies

Practical. Real life, real time This covers the times when I might deliberately set out to be sexy outdoors. Short dress, no underwear, making sure one or two people see what I have, or haven’t got under my dress, then a spot of masturbation, again in public. Sometimes somewhere like a shop fitting room, or public restroom, but also sometimes somewhere really grungy, like the back of a department store where all the dumpsters are.  Who do I flash at? Well, that varies both by mood, and opportunity. I may notice a teenage girl checking me out. Girls check each other out almost constantly. “How,old is she, look at her boobs, I wonder if she’s shaved, has she done it yet,” kind of thing.  I may give such a girl looking at me a quick flash of my bare ass, or pussy. If she colors up and looks away, no harm done, but if she shows an interest, well. I may well do more for her. I love being watched.  Best such experience? Hmmm....difficult....there have been a lot, but I think, maybe, the time in a mall when a teenage girl was checking me out. I noticed, and gave her a flash, I just ruffled my skirt up at the front, just enough to show my smooth pussy. Then I moved away. She followed. Wherever I went in the store, she seemed to be looking at something on the next shelf.  I found myself right at the back of the store with her next to me. I turned so I was 90 degrees to her, and just put my hand under my dress and started to masturbate. Just gently rubbing my clit.  She knelt down to “look at a lower shelf” while I finished. The look on her face was amazing. I would have given anything to have felt her panties. I bet they were soaked! She scuttled off into the fitting rooms, but I have no doubt what she was doing in there.  Another day, a different place. No one had checked me out to the extent I could do anything more about it. (Unfortunately) but I was feeling grungy. I got myself round the back of the stores in among the dumpsters. Smelly, grungy....and just what I needed, leaning back against the wall, my skirt up round my waist, and a nice dirty fantasy about being fucked by a homeless person. That had me squirting onto the floor,,,and yes, I’m well aware there are security cameras in such areas. Some assholes like setting fire to dumpsters. Well, I hope I gave whoever might have been watching a good cum themselves. I swim and ice skate a lot. Both venues are good for sexual experiences. The female locker rooms, are full of naked or semi naked women, some, like me, deliberately exposing themselves.....some young teenagers trying o act more grown up than they are. Many health spas have saunas, steam rooms, and a whole lot more....sun beds....massages....all good yummy stuff. Sitting in a large public hot tub, being “accidentally” touched up isn’t some people ‘s idea of fun, but I’ve gone along with it more than once. It’s happening less and less though. I think guys are scared of sexual assault charges. Pity.  In my mind Ah, well, therein lies the limitless country of erotic entertainment. I can dream up fantasies in my mind, relive past events, change them, do things that are both indecent and obscene in total safety.  Sometimes, I dress up first, sometimes, most time, I just go where my mind takes me. Periods don’t stop me, in fact, I can use them.  I have rape fantasies....I think many girls do...I have bondage fantasies, losing virginity fantasies, humiliation fantasies, and (very rarely) animal fantasies, like being fucked by a large silverback gorilla. He thinks I’m a new female to his troupe, I darent fight back because he could easily kill me. He fucks me from behind savagely, brutally....and utterly wonderfully!  Sometimes, I’ve been known to whisper “Oh Daddy! What are you doing? I’m non mom!” Into a hot and sultry night.  Sometimes, I relive moments from the past, like when a tickling session with my brother became kissing, which in turn became dry humping. Then another time....this time a hot summer night. Him in loose fitting boxers, and me dressed only in a long t shirt. The water splashing by our pool, and the resultant play fight on the grass where my t shirt had ridden up and his hardon....oh, that hard on.....I could feel it against my bare pussy, and all I wanted in the world was it inside me. He was tickling me at this stage, the fight had mutated. I had tugged his boxers down, and suddenly, he was inside me. The fight that had become tickling became deep French kissing and a slow exploration as he pushed inside me. That became tentative thrusting which rapidly became fast and furious fucking. Me clamping my legs around his back and pulling his firm ass against me. Him warning me he was going to cum, but me clinging to him like a limpet to a rock. Him pulsing inside me, which lead to my own climax.  That awkward silence for the next three days when we didn’t speak, and looked away if we caught each other’s eye.  Then the night I went to his room and insisted we talk about it. The way we cuddled up, spooned, in his bed afterwards. After we had both decided it was OK, it happened, and we were both ok with it. Oh, no. Of course. Never again. Just that one time. Then how I felt him move away, and I knew in that moment he was hard, and he was trying so hard to not let me know. Then again, my clit was throbbing and all I wanted was him inside me again. Oh, how I wanted it! I wanted it so much I imagined I could actually feel him inside me.  Im not sure which one of us moved. Maybe we both did, but then he was pressing inside me from behind, and I was pressing back, determine to take every last inch of him. He was so deep, and in such an angle I felt it like it was in my ass. Those gentle moves, so as not to set his creaky bed telling the whole family what was happening. Tiny little movements. But oh, what an effect! His hand on my breasts, his cock buried deep in my cunt, and his lips kissing my neck and ear.  That was the last time we fucked, but it wasn’t the last sexual experience we had. We watched each other pee outdoors, we watched each other masturbate, we masturbated each other.  Why?  Because it felt so deliciously naughty, of course.  My older sister? Hmmm....yes, I fantasise about her sometimes. She told me about girl/girl, and that she was bisexual. Oh, the questions I asked her! Hundreds of them, thousands of them. Especially after my first girl/girl which, while utterly delicious, scared the crap out of me.  I had felt an almost overwhelming desire to do such depraved things with the other girl. We had kissed....tentatively touched each other’s breasts (over clothes to begin with) then we had slipped our hands between each other’s legs. After what seemed like a liftetime of rubbing over panties, we had plucked up enough courage t finger each other off.  The second time, we went further still and went down on each other....and that, just as she came, was when I was hit with the most awful desires. I wanted to push fingers up her ass, I wanted, actually wanted her to pee in my waiting mouth. I told my sister all these depraved thoughts, and she had listened, like a priest in the confessional, before laughing. Oh, not in a cruel, belittling way, just a gentle laugh. “Oh sweetie....didn’t you know? No. How could you? Girls are far less hung up when they’re with other girls. When I’m with another girl, I do things I would never dream of or want to with a guy. It’s just (shrug) one of those things, I guess. We trust each other on a much deeper basis.” Suddenly, it made sense. “All you have to do is....be honest. Either ask, or hint at what you want, and watch and listen to her response.”  We were sitting, face to face on her bed. There was a silence that stretched until the crack of doom. I remember, I leaned forward and took her  right hand...and placed it on my inner thigh. She understood but said. “One time. One time only. I’m not what you need.”  I turned so I was lying with my back to her, sitting between her knees. She slipped her hand into my panties and brought me to orgasm. She wouldn’t let me touch her, and that was the only sexual conversation and contact we ever had.  But I fantasise about her. I fantasise about licking her, making her cum in my mouth, and much more,,,,stuff that is, for now at least, private to me. Maybe one day I will write about my sister fantasies. But not today.  Right now, I am sitting cross legged on my bed with my laptop on the duvet...(yes, I know...bad for cooling, right?). I’m horny. I can smell my cunt, but then I’m not wearing panties, just my sleep t shirt.  Ive just taken the t shirt off. My, but my boobs feel firm tonight...and my nipples are painfully erect. I’m looking at a picture I found on the internet. I’m fairly sure it’s a fake, but if so, it’s a good one. It’s of the English actress, Maisie Williams. There are three almost identical images. In the first, she is wearing a jumper and white panties. Her mouth is open in a very sexy “0”. The next one, the panties are fainter, and the last one they have been airbrushed out.  Im thinking of that news article when she said she and Sophie Turner would share a bath after a long day filming Game of Thrones, and would get high.  My dirty little mind is imagining the two girls chilling out, getting giggly and then....maybe one asks the other if they’ve ever done it with another girl? The other says no, but....there’s a pause, maybe Sophie leans over and kisses Maisie? Maybe Maisie kisses back. Then, in my head, I’m imagining two girls having their first g/g together. im masturbating now, rubbing my clit and fingering myself, just like they may have done. I’m wet as fuck. I lick my fingers now and then, imagining I’m licking Maisie. Oh, how I’d love that perfect “0” of a mouth on my cunt right now! damn, I keep getting there too quickly. I keep stopping, or I’ll cum in seconds, but my brain is working overtime.  For no reason, since I’m consciously imagining tasting Maisie’s perfect pussy, my brain gives me an image of their bathroom. Clothes scattered everywhere on the floor. Sophie Turner’s panties, (pink cotton bikinis for some reason) lying mostly hidden under her jeans, but then I get a clear image of the white panties in the picture....and the stains in the crotch....and....... Oh, Holy Fuck! That was the biggest orgasm I’ve had since I moved here! What a mess! Oh well....wash day tomorrow.