She is the best contributor to Literotica. I don't know her and I do know her. I read her stories over and over and when she has taken me to the highest pitches of excitement that her prose can take me to, and when her words are no longer enough, I click on the link to her profile and scroll down until her photograph is on my screen and I wank to Barb's image, all 50 something years worth of her. She stands in her black basque with her lovely big boobs and her hourglass waist, her arms at her sides and the straps of her suspenders reaching down over her thighs and out of view.
The picture is of her torso only. But it does not matter that she is legless and headless in the picture. I have never seen her face or her eyes and I don't know the colour of her hair. They change according to my mood as I dream of her, but these absences make it easier for me to fantasise that she is mine. The less of a person you know, the more of them you can imagine. And in imagining her, I possess her.
I read the words that she has written below her picture: 'know that I linger in the dark shadows of what you need. I am here for you.' Almost, Barb, almost, and only ever for a moment. It is never enough. Come out of the shadows and into the light for me. I need you.
It must have been the 1001st night of my wanking to Barb's words and her photograph and something happened that I think I will never fully understand, or know if it was real or just imaginary. I don't know how it happened, though I think I know why. Maybe, as the rubbing of the magic lamp brings forth the genie, my rubbing of my cock brought forth Barb.
I gazed in a near trance at her image on the screen and suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw the same image, only larger, at my side. They tell boys that playing with themselves makes then go blind, but I never believed it. Maybe I should have, I thought that they were exaggerating. Maybe I am too much of a doubter. Wanking, I now see, does not make you go blind, though I think it may distort the eyesight and alter perspective and makes you see double and things that may not be there.
But I was not imagining it. She was there. And she was exactly as she is in her photograph. Barb's torso, clad in her black basque; life-size, but faint. I was amazed. I stopped wanking. Then a voice, no louder than a whisper said
'Don't stop. Rub that lovely cock harder. If you do, I will appear fully. If you stop, I will fade away again.'
I began to wank again.
'Harder, faster' whispered the voice 'wank hard for Barb.'
I wanked harder and faster and her image grew clearer. It had hands at the end of its arms and they reached over and her hands pushed mine away and took over. Barb wanked me fast and hard. She wanked me harder and faster than I could ever wank myself, and she slowly became more and more definite.
'I am here' she said.
'So I see, but how?'
'That's Barb's magic, she said 'but if I tell you the secret of it, the magic won't work anymore. That's how it is.'
'Let's sit down on that sofa over there' she said and led me by the cock across the room.
'How long will you stay?' I asked.
'That depends on you. Rubbing of your cock brought me here and it will keep me here for a while, but if you want me to stay until the morning you must find the magic word. If you do, I will be able to stay until just before the morning light comes.'
'How will I find it?'
'I think you will' she said 'if you think about it, or maybe you should try to feel it.'
'Ok' I said, but I was not confident and I was still too shocked that she was there be able to think, or feel anything other than the sensation of her fingering pulling my foreskin up and down over my cock head.
'This nice wank I am giving you will help me to stay longer, but you mustn't come.'
'Then you had better stop for a moment. You turn me on so much, I come just dreaming of you, and now you are here.'
'Ok.'
She stopped wanking me and sat back on the sofa. Her legs were apart and I stared at her crotch.
'Would you like to see my pussy?' she asked.
'That's my dream.'
'It's not a dream any more. Here, pull my gusset aside and have a good look at my pussy.'
I pulled the gusset of her black panties aside and saw her pussy or the first time. She was magnificent.
'Touch it' said Barb.
I ran a fingertip over her pussy lips and she sighed. The wet velvet lips kissed the tip of my finger and invited me.
'Fondle my clit.'
With my thumb I touched the tip of her clit and at the same time I pushed my finger into Barb's hole. Barb moaned and I started to rub her clit and poked my finger further into her pussy.
All the while she gazed at my cock.
She saw me looking at her looking at my cock.
'Everything will be fine as long as he stays hard' she said 'and I don't think there is any danger of him going soft for now.'