Michelle liked a man that was 11 years older than her. She never met him but she dreamt of him always. He was in a band that she loved and after 30 years, they were still making music. Matthias Jabs was now 48 and Michelle, 37.
She would dream of him endlessly. This is her story. A work of fiction but the fantasies she had will be portrayed here, for you see, I am Michelle.
We all have fantasies and we have all had sexual dreams. Matthias, even now, enters my dreams from time to time, making love to me and playing out fantasies that are forever in my mind.
Seduction is an art form. Once mastered, can play an important part in sexual fantasies brought to life. Feel free to use these ideas in your own sexual encounters...Enjoy!!
Matthias, guitar in hand, was sitting on a hammock by the beach. Strumming his guitar, putting his ideas together. As he was doing this, a redhead approached and heard him playing. She was dressed in a long silk skirt, see through, and a white see through top, no bra, no panties, beautifully tanned, her red hair cascading down her back. She wasn't tall, she was petite, and he noticed her.
Her hips swayed to his music, her eyes looking directly at him, he kept playing. She was a belly dancer for a local club. She studied the art form and perfected it. She liked the man playing. She always had. She got closer to him, working her body, the music filling her heart, her soul reaching out to him as he played, she danced, teasingly, seductively.
Matthias was turned on and she knew it. Ever so close to him, he reached out and grabbed her skirt. She turned to him and smiled and she got down on her knees. He put the guitar down. She eased his shorts down and exposed his hardness. She was too eager to seduce even his member. She took him in her hand and stroked him gently, looking into his blue eyes, she bent down and wrapped her lips around him and sucked his shaft, slowly at first, glancing up at him from time to time, she moved a little faster, teasing him with her tongue, feeling his little spasms, she sucked more before easing up and licking him down to his balls and beyond.
She stood up and took off her clothes, her breasts were perfect. Her pink nipples were so hard and wanting to be sucked, her pussy, shaved and glistening from her wetness. She climbed on top of him and Matthias entered her. She cocked her head back and her breasts were in his face and he sucked on them, gently nibbling, circling them with his tongue, all the while thrusting deeper inside her. She worked his cock, her body was in tune with his. Seduction at it's finest, perfected. Her moaning was louder and Matthias grabbed onto the vixen's hips and grinded them with his. Faster they went, sweating, panting, she cried out, "Matthias" and she came. He pulled out and she got on her knees and took him in her mouth, sucking his cock once again as he shot his nectar down her throat. She looked up and there was a gleam in her eye and a smile in his.
Matthias, exhausted, laid back on the hammock and fell fast asleep, while the vixen, well she went on her way thinking of when they would meet again.
