My Fantasy, a short story by adamsengr. Date added: 2012-03-13. Times viewed: 3209.
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My Fantasy (Even Though This Shit Never Happens)
John was swimming. The water dripped from his body, as he straightened his muscular 6'2'' frame in the five foot deep water. His swimming trunks hugged his strong legs, outlining his length, as he walked across the pool. His deep chocolate skin seemed to almost glisten, as the chlorinated water played with the tribal tattoos across his chest. He knew all of the women were watching him. But, he only had eyes for one...Latrice. He worked at the Y, and he had helped her with the registration. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her even then. As she filled the paperwork out, talking about her recent move into the state, he fantasized about ripping her clothes off, and bending her over the chair she was seated in. Or better yet, allow her to sit on his lap, as his 9 inches filled her to completion.
He didn't know what it was about her. She made something in him stir that hadn't in a long time. She had come to the gym regularly for a while. He ran into her one night; they chatted and exchanged numbers. He wanted to play it cool. Make her come to him. So, he never called her, only texted. When she made suggestions about getting together, he would change the subject or never respond. He knew it was stupid even when his best friend told him to handle her that way. "You never let a woman know how much you want her. She will use it against you. Trust me my friend." He could hear the conversation playing in his head. He was a damn fool, and he knew it. The last conversation they had, she had outright asked him when they were going out? He wanted to rush to her house right then, but instead, he didn't respond. He didn't know why he did that. It was what he wanted; for her to want him. He thought maybe he was scared of the passion he felt for her. The moment he saw her, he would began to think of all the ways he wanted to please her, touch her, fuck her absolutely mindless. But his size had been a problem in the past. If he couldn't control himself, there could be pain instead of pleasure. So he was always so careful. But he didn't know if he could be careful with her. He wanted her so badly. Even now, thoughts of her caused his dick to jump in the cool water of the pool. But, after the last conversation, he hadn't heard from her. He texted her, she never responded. He even called once, and she didn't answer. He knew he had messed up. Why he took advice from a friend whose longest relationship was two weeks was beyond him. He had to fix it...somehow. Then...she walked in.
Latrice was tired and sweaty. She had just come out of Zumba class. She loved that class, but it always drained her. All she wanted to do was sit in the sauna, and sweat some of the tiredness and frustration away. She was frustrated because she thought about John all of the time. He was the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. His body, his physique, his swagger...she wanted him the moment she met him that day. He made her so nervous, she rattled on about anything just to hear his deep, soothing voice in response. She was elated when they had exchanged numbers. She couldn't believe it. Then he would never call her, only text. Then when she would make insinuations of them hanging together, he would change the subject or never respond. She thought maybe he was just shy. So, she finally rummaged up the nerve to ask when he was going to ask her out. Nothing...no response. Well, Latrice was indignant. Damn, at least have the nerve to say that you're not interested. But, how could he be? Latrice thought she was beautiful from the neck up. Her peachy brown skin was flawless. Her light brown eyes were to die for; and topped with the cutest Halle Berry haircut, which she always kept in place, she was gorgeous. It was down past the neck she had issues with. Sure, she kept herself clean, smelling good, and wore the latest fashions. But, she was curvy....very curvy. Her hips were full to support the bodacious behind she carried. Her breasts were more than handfuls, but she still managed to buy cute lingerie. She had dropped a few dress sizes since she started working out and eating better, but she was no Naomi Campbell. So, she wasn't surprised that a good-looking man like John wouldn't want to take her out.
So to keep from further embarrassing herself, she stopped responding to his texts. And the one time that he did call, although she desperately wanted to answer, she didn't. She had made her position known, and so had he. But, she still couldn't keep her mind off of him. When she walked into the pool area to get to the sauna, instantly she saw him. He was standing in the pool, facing the door. He couldn't miss seeing her and she couldn't miss him. She creamed looking at him."Damn. That man is so sexy. But..whatever." Latrice mumbled to herself. She held her head high, and walked quickly into the sauna. She pulled her white t-shirt down to cover her hips a little more in her capri leggings. She wore a baseball cap to catch her sweat as she worked out. She yanked that down a little more, hoping to hide the embarrassment in her face from their last conversation.
John saw her. He wanted to call to her, but he knew there was no use. She was walking so quickly, and he knew it was to get away from him. He needed to make her understand how much he wanted her in his life..and he needed to do it now. He moved quickly across the pool, as stealth as a lion hunting prey. He didn't know what he was going to do. He just had to get to her before she left. The pool area was basically empty for a Friday night. He walked to the sauna, and saw her lying on the top bench. Her hands were across her face, and she had one leg bent and the other hanging down. John's manhood instantly hardened at the thought of being between her thighs. He knew what he was going to do. Seduce her. He slowly opened the door as to not alert her that someone was entering. He wanted her to stay in the position that she was in. He slowly closed the door, not letting it slam. He walked over to her, and promptly laid himself on top of her, pushing his hardness into her belly. Latrice screamed "What the...John? John? What are you doing?" He quickly grabbed her hands, and held them above her head.
“Something I should have done a long time ago."
"What do you mean? Let me go John. This isn't funny." He once again pressed his ever increasing hardness into her. Being this close to her was driving him mad. He had to have her. “This is no joke Latrice. I owe you an apology. I was an absolute fool for the way I’ve been treating you."
"John stop. You didn't do anything wrong. You are just not interested..." Before she could speak any further, he leaned down and kissed her. At first, Latrice was shunned. She couldn't believe this beast of a man was lying on top of her. She was momentarily scared, thinking a stranger was assaulting her. But now, knowing it was John, all of her senses were set on fire. She felt his dick pressing into her. The length and thickness of him growing on her belly. His hands were searing her skin, and the weight of his body was making her breathless. Now...he was kissing her. His lips were soft and full. Because she didn't immediately respond, he gently nipped her lower lip and licked it to soothe the small bite. She moaned and opened to him. He slipped his tongue in her mouth tasting her. He tasted like cinnamon, and she wanted more. He worked his tongue over hers, sucking and licking her, until Latrice was lightheaded. He still held her hands over her head, so she couldn't move and the restriction was frustrating her. She needed to touch him. She wiggled beneath him, until he broke the kiss.
"Latrice please forgive me. I will never treat you that way again. I want to take you out every night and wake up with you every morning if you let me." Now from under the effects of his kiss, Latrice frowned with confusion. “John what are you saying to me? Do you mean you want to be with me?"
He had begun to nuzzle her neck, tracing a path up to her ear. Latrice shuddered and a small whimper escaped. "Yes, Latrice. But, I can show you better than I can tell you." He released her hands, and pulled her shirt up. He grabbed her full breast in his hand, and kneaded her nipple through her sports bra. Latrice groaned, sucking hot air between her teeth, "Oh....." He bit her through the material, gently caressing her nipple with his teeth. Her nipples hardened from the onslaught of pleasure, and her pussy clenched with the sensation. As he assaulted her nipples, he reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy. He used his palm to press down on her, sending small sensations through her clit. Latrice arched off of the bench, wanting to get closer to the satisfaction his hand was invoking and promising. He kissed down her belly, and pulled on the band of her leggings. Latrice came to her senses at that point; realizing her sweatiness and the fact that they were in a public sauna. “Stop John." He continued to kiss her belly. "John, please. I need to take a shower. And we are in a sauna in a public gym. Not here." John growled. "Ok. But, I am going home with you. Right now. Make no mistakes. I will have you tonight." Latrice closed her eyes and nodded her head. His passion for her was so evident in his words. She couldn’t remember ever being wanted like that. "Let me get my keys and I'll meet you out front."
The drive to her place was short. Latrice was nervous as hell. On the ride there, she had time to think about what she was about to do. She wanted this man more than anything. But, she hadn't been naked in front of someone in a long time. Her nerves were tingling from excitement and fear. "Welcome to my place. The guest bathroom is the first door on the left. Towels and wash clothes are in that closet. Soap is in the shower."
As she talked, John watched her with just as much passion and desire in his eyes as in the sauna. She saw his expansive chest rise and fall in his aroused state. It made her even more nervous. "Imma’ go take my shower." She walked off quickly, walking into her master bathroom, and shutting the door. She leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. “Ok Latrice. Shower and then worry about how to present your body to this goddess of a man and not be laughed at."
John heard her turn the shower on. He knew she was nervous, but didn't know why. He on the other hand was scared to death. He didn't want his size to scare her and he didn't want to hurt her. But, he was ravenous with need for her. "Just take your time. Get her ready." He chanted to himself. But, he couldn't wait any longer. He walked into the master bedroom, and turned the doorknob of the bathroom. Glad that she hadn't locked it, he stepped in quietly. The bathroom had steamed up from the heat of the shower. He softly removed his clothes, and peaked behind the curtain. Latrice had her head thrown back under the burst of the water. She ran her fingers through her short hair, cleansing it of the accrued sweat. The water dripped down between her breasts, over her round belly, between the apex of her thighs, beading on the brown curls between her legs. Her sweet body wash assaulted his senses. He didn't think his dick could get any harder with want...but it did. He stepped into the shower, careful to make no noises, afraid she would ask him to leave.
Latrice didn't know he was in there until she felt a gentle touch on her ankles. She jumped slightly, but realizing it was him, pretended not to know he was there. She thought, “There is nowhere to hide now”. John gently ran his hands up her legs and over her thighs. He kissed her thighs and squeezed them, reveling in the feel of her soft skin. He placed a kiss on her nether lips, just on the outside, and Latrice placed her hands on his head. He turned her gently in the shower, putting her back against the wall, and lifted her leg up onto his shoulder. Water began to run down the side of his face, but he didn't care. His mind was only on pleasing her and making her forget the stupid things he had done. He licked between her pussy lips, until he felt the swollen bud of her clit. "Ummmmm.Yesssssss.." Latrice threw her head back against the shower wall, her knees buckling from the sensation. John placed his whole mouth over her clit and began to suck on her. "Ahhh John. Baby..." Latrice had never felt anything like it before. It was if he was sucking the orgasm from her body. He continued to suck on her engorged clit, as he pushed one finger into her and then another. With his free hand, he tweaked her nipples, pinching them into attention. Latrice rode his fingers, writhing in ecstasy never experienced, until she came. "Ahhh god. Ahhhhhh John." He held her, if not, she would have fallen. He stood before her, placing her leg down. He kissed her, and she could taste her juices on his lips. He played his tongue in her mouth, caressing her lips and tasting her sweetness.
Latrice pushed him against the wall." My turn." Before John could stop her, she knelt before him, face to face with his 9 inches. He couldn't breathe for fear that she would run now that she had seen how big he was. " Latrice, baby. It'll be ok...I can..." Before he could make further protest, her hands were around him, gently squeezing the head. She cupped his heavy balls in and suckled them. John gasped with the pleasure "Ahhhhh baby." No one had ever tried to give him head after seeing his size. This was a new experience for him. She licked the head, and suckled, gently nipping him with her teeth. Then she took what she could into her mouth, deep-throating him in her efforts. She suckled him, in and out, in and out, in and out of her mouth, rubbing her hands up and down his length in unison. John could feel hot come coming close, but he didn't want to come like this. He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to give her the pleasure that only a man of his size could give. But, her mouth...so hot and warm, with firm hands gripping him was about to undo him. "Baby, stop. I can't take it. I want to be inside of you. Now." Latrice stood, and turned off the shower. They stepped out, and dried each other with the towel hanging on the rack.
Latrice had never seen a man as large as him. And frankly, she was excited to see how it would feel. She knew that John would never hurt her, and she felt like tonight was going to be the greatest night ever. He had already made her come once, and she knew his big dick was going to give her even more. John laid her on the bed, and kissed her once again. Releasing all the pent-up desire he felt for her. He tongued her ears and licked her neck. "Ahhh John." He worked his way down her thick body, enjoying every spasm her body emitted. He sucked her nipples, twirling his tongue around the beaded head. He suckled her, and her moaned tripled in frequency. Latrice bucked off the bed, arching her back to give him further access. Her sounds were music to him. He knew she was wet and ready for him. He placed himself between her legs, positioning his large member to enter her. Latrice braced herself, and John felt it.
"No baby. Relax. I don't want to hurt you."
Latrice nodded her head, trusting him completely. She allowed her legs to fall open, while reaching up to kiss him. She didn't want him to think she was scared, so as she kissed him, she reached between them and grabbed him. She pulled him to her entry, and pushed him inside of her. John was grunting in his efforts not to hurt her, and Latrice could see it. But, she wanted him. Badly...
"Fuck me, John. I know you're not gonna hurt me. Do it. Fuck me. Please."
It was all he needed to hear. In one full thrust, John seated his 9 inches completely within her, and Latrice screamed at the pleasurable invasion. Her body contracted around him, as the first of her multiple orgasms rippled through her. He thrust quickly and firmly within her, feeling her squeeze and contract around his thickness. He pushed her legs onto his shoulders, seating himself deeper within her. Her screams of ecstasy could be heard through her apartment building, and she didn't care. It felt too good.
"Ahhh. So good. So good." Latrice yelled. She held onto John, enjoying the ride as his thrusts got harder and faster. He grabbed her hips, holding her still for his onslaught. He touched her vaginal walls, sending spasms through her pussy. The orgasms gripped her, rippling through her body at such a speed, Latrice could barely contain her cries of delight. "I'm coming baby. I'm coming...." John screamed as his hot come spewed from him. His back arched as the pleasure consumed him. Latrice whimpered, as her orgasms subsided. They were both breathing hard at the exertion, but were glowing in the aftermath of the pinnacle of gratification. John pulled his length from her and lay beside her. "Latrice, did I hurt you?"
Latrice could only smile "In the best way possible. Oh my goodness. That was wonderful. I love you..." Before she knew what she was doing, she said it. She didn't mean to. But, it just felt like the right time. John could see the fear in her eyes, he laughed. "I love you, too. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." He rolled on top of her and kissed her gently, easing the worry from her eyes. "So, what about that first date?" They both laughed.
For all of my fans, I am working on the third story for the series "Making It Work." Coming to you very soon. I promise. Much love to you!
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