Not a fantasy, but recalling our first time together - before time erodes all the details...
I don't do this. I've never posted an ad on Craigslist. And I've certainly never agreed to meet a man FOR THE FIRST TIME, at night, at his house. Such a whirlwind courtship - or whatever this is... But here I am, walking up to your front door in my highest of high-heels, wearing a dress and a thong. That was what you told me to wear. And you told me you were going to rip my panties off of me. But you weren't really going to do that, right?
I walk up to your porch and before I even place foot on a step, you turn off the front porch light. Dread hits my belly. Why did you do that? Why did you turn off the light? Does this mean you see me and aren't interested? Are you chickening out? Or was this a joke to see if you could get some girl to drive to your house? Are you going to grab me, pull me inside and do something terrible to me?
But then you open the door enough for me to see your smile. A warm smile. So appreciative, so welcoming. You hold the door open and offer your hand out to me. I smile back and take your proffered hand, allowing you to pull me in to the dark living room.
You close the door and press me against it. I'm pinned between the solid wood door and your solid body. You're strong and muscular. You clearly lift weights. I place my hands on your massive shoulders and trace your biceps. Weird. I usually don't like a lot of muscles on men... but you have a comfy layer of fat on you too... dad bod. I don't care what the magazines say, dad-bod is damn sexy.
Your kiss is intense. I can feel your hunger in it. Your roving hands also hint at your need, as you graze over my backside and my breasts. You groan, realizing I'm not wearing a bra. You didn't tell me not to but I figured you'd appreciate instant access.
But now it's all overwhelming... being handled this way. I'm still shy, hesitant. This is all moving so fast and I've never done this before... have you? Oh God I don't know a thing about you!
Almost as if you could sense the fear creeping in, you take my hand and place it over your hard cock. You grin ear to ear as I gasp and then exclaim, "Oh my God!" Through the flimsy basketball shorts I feel every inch - and there seems to be QUITE a few inches - of your dick. It's really long, you weren't kidding. But whoa - it's really thick too! Pictures definitely did not do you justice!
I'm thirsty. My throat is like sandpaper and I lick my lips. I want to see how much of your cock I can take in my mouth. I dip my hand into the seam of your shorts and touch your cockhead with my thumb. Just like the stories say - there's a drop of precum at the tip. I rub it across my thumb and rub your cockhead with it. Nice and smooth.
And just like that, all fear is gone. I want to experience everything I can - everything you are offering me. I'm ready. You know you have me hooked. You pull back and smile, looking adoringly at me as I lean against the door, still nervous but excited. You tell me I'm gorgeous. That's nice to hear. I like feeling beautiful.
You take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. My high heels are making a ridiculous clunking sound against the hardwood flooring, and I think we both realized they were a mistake. So you recommend I take them off as soon as possible. Oh thank you! They're deadly enough with my clumsiness but add to the fact that my entire body - especially my knees - are shaking and this just spells trouble.
In the bedroom, I slip off my heels and I'm no longer seeing you eye to eye. I'm a good six inches shorter than you and tilting my head up to kiss you makes me feel even smaller than before. Which is not a feeling I'm accustomed to, being 5'10"... Your hand grabs my upper back and pulls me into your kiss while the other hand snakes in front of my dress, squeezing a breast and teasing a nipple.
