Introduction.
I found Vickie on a UK wives website, my favourite playground and sent her a dreamy comment about a set of pics of her at a party. I also invited her to star in one of my fantasies... Here is the unedited response that fired the fantasy...
hello barry
thanks for your last email. it was so sexy and tempting i always like it when men >ook at me and that's why i like to dress. and undress. the photos were taken at a party >y my husband and the sexy ones later when our guests had gone.
you can write about anything you like and iwould like to read about how you would >feel if we flirted all night. you can watch me as i tease all the men at my party. what >would you do darling, would you get angry or would you ignore me..
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The front door was open as I approached the house for the first time. I knew I was in the right place as the lounge was full of the usual buzzing chat of an urban party night.
I stepped into the lounge and felt comfortable immediately; I was greeted by Vickie! She looked good, and I had an immense desire for her, which I had to suppress. It would be hard as she knows too well that I adore her.
"Are you interested in fishing?" She asked me, smiling.
I felt I had to say yes, but I said no, truthfully.
"But I have done it previously!" I blurted out; afraid I said the wrong thing.
"Don't spoil it!" Vickie said, both stern and smiling, then introduced herself.
Let's get you a drink Barry," she said resting her hand on my arm, just past my wrist. I enjoyed the sensation of her hand, and I kept still so that she might stay like this.
Vickie is an outstanding woman, a little flirty or maybe just friendly, she seemed to flood me with affection. I find her unbearably attractive. The kind of woman I would love to run off with and talk openly to, about my inner feelings, my feminine side!
"Bollox!" I blurted in my mind as soon as I thought about her in those terms. "You just want to fuck her!"
It's true in fact. She is my favourite fantasy. I know that she has a mind and is far more than the subject of a male dream, but she is the woman that stands out above all others I have met.
As for her body, she seems to ooze sexuality. "I hope to dance with you later; our chakras will connect with great vitality and we will blend into perfect sexual harmony!" I think to myself. I am already excited, just being near her.
Unaware of my base thoughts, Vickie takes me to the kitchen where all the drinks are laid out. I gaze at her party dress, a simple, effective LBD. "Why change perfection?" I think again to myself as I admire her mature shape. The thin dress hangs with clean lines yet clings to her shape, gently tight around her waist, hips and bust. I make out instantly that she does not wear a bra -- this would spoil the way the dress clings to her. I see no sign of panties either, but this is easier for a woman to hide. I imagine her with a matching black thong. I recognise that she is confident about her breasts. They are modest, tiny really and clearly look good, naturally; I make out the slight bump of her nipples, pointing upward, placed perfectly on her small boobs. Vickie is getting close to 60, looks good and spills affection over everyone. Her pretty face opens with a delightful smile at everyone she sees.
She pours a red wine for me and I sip it instantly, nervous at my desire for her, afraid that I can't keep her by me for too much longer. As if my thoughts instigated the event, she has to leave me. I feel her soft fingers, a gesture, as she passes me to greet others, stroking my forearm in a sensual way, smiling fully at me.
Lost for ideas, I approach the group of men in the lounge gathered around a table. I glance over at the objects of interest. "Fishing gear!" I grin as I look at the amount of kit on display. There are several men chatting in several groups, some talking about clutches, gearing, weights and stresses. It sounds more like cars than fishing.
Suddenly, I am shocked by the most intense pleasure! A female form gently collides with mine; warm and full on my back. A hand rests on my shoulder as the body pushes closer. I feel her breasts clearly through my thin shirt, the slight swell of her belly and her hips press into my buttocks, exciting me, thrilling. My back burns instantly with our heat, not diminished by the warm evening air.
She reaches up and whispers in my ear. I push back into her, crushing her lovely breasts with my back, pretending to be concerned about hearing her.
"There is so much equipment here Barry," she said, sounding impressed. "You'd never guess how much it all costs!"
A voice next to us joins in, totally unaware of the electricity passing between us. "This is the best you can buy!" The male voice proclaimed proudly.
"Ah! That is clear to anyone with a discerning eye!" I said to the man still holding a reel, chromed with black patterns around the handle.
"It all looks the same to me!" The voice behind me said. It is Vickie, and I thrill at her game.
"You do not have an expert eye Vickie," I said, glancing at her pretty face, close to me. She squeezed my shoulder as she sipped her wine. "I can tell because I know class when I see it!"
I was blatantly flirting with her and she knew it, not taking my words seriously.
"I wish I could see what you see!" She replied. Her breath carried a hint of alcohol, which teased me. I drew it all in, wanting as much from her as possible.
I turned a little and deliberately rubbed my upper arm on her breasts. She did not move from me. I would have loved to pull her close to me now, to feel her body blend with mine, but it is clearly the wrong place. "It would give my street cred' a lot of good!" I thought to myself as I imagined rubbing my body into hers.
"What are you interested in?" I asked her, smiling, full of confidence with her. She backed off a little and showed me her glass.
"Get me another will you Barry!" she said, again her fingers slide over my arm.
I step aside and she moves past me to a man in the crowd.
