Literal Fantasies. Part III of VII, chapters 7 to 9, a short story by Amalova. Date added: 2009-01-24. Times viewed: 4295.
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- Intro: A writer of erotic fiction is contacted by four women who write their own fantasies. They arrange to get together for a day of mutual inspiration. (3)
- Chapter 7: Cath's plan
'My turn! I'm dumping my original plan. The lift gave me an idea. Are you ready to go again, Alex? Or would you like a breather?'
'I'm fine, Cath. What's your plan?' Vicky joined us warily.
'You have the camera... to prove I do it,' she slapped the small silver cuboid into my upturned palm, 'and I'll... I'll get changed. Somewhere, out there, in the hotel. Completely. Panties, bra, dress everything... We'll travel up and down, all around... I'll give myself... what? Twenty minutes to do it? Who's going to time me?'
'Ten!' Sue's voice was insistent.
'Ten's not enough, Sue...' Vicky spoke. Her weary admonishment momentarily took the wind out of all our sails. Sue's patience was wearing thin.
'Fuckin' twenty then. But come on Vicky, fuckin' loosen up!' Vicky's eyes watered and she strode quickly to the bedroom she shared with Martha and closed the door.
'Come on, Sue. She's really struggling. Cut her some slack, will you, love?' Cath was whispering, pleading with her eyes.
'She's really starting to piss me off!' hissed Sue through clenched teeth.
'So, OK, Alex. Are you up for it? You can take stills or video it. Whatever you like. I'm very nervous about, you know, baring all... specially with this body,' and she looked Sue up and down, mentally comparing herself to her, 'but after Sue's inspired showing I have to stretch myself a little.'
'We'll get arrested.'
'We'll be alright... there's always a quiet corner somewhere, an alcove, a doorway. That end lift is hardly used - no-one was in it just now when we first came up. But there is the chance - those two blokes joined us the second time - and that's what does it for me.'
'Is there a camera in it? Security? Anything in the corridors? Surely...?' I really didn't want to be caught on film.
'No. I've checked that... unless they're very well-hidden. Let's do it while I'm so turned on! At the moment, I really couldn't care less if I'm caught or not.'
'Nobody fucking says 'care less', Cath. It's 'couldn't give a fuck!' Go on, say it!'
'You know I don't swear, Sue.'
'Yer know, it's like coming out with me fucking parents. Yer nearly as bad as her,' and she motioned to the bedroom where Vicky had retreated. Ice was forming everywhere as Sue's age and impetuosity started to show. Without Martha's guiding hand, this trio would soon be lost in a blizzard. I did my bit for global warming.
'Let's do it, Cath. I'm ready now...yes?' Sue ruffled my hair as I spoke.
'Sorry, mate, you're nothing like these at all. You're fucking great, Alex, yer know that?' Vicky tickled my chin and smiled. She was clumsily using her considerable charm on me, trying to drive a wedge between me and Cath. It was getting complicated.
'I'll just get my bag, stuff to put on and... no, wait.' Cath vanished, then came back after a couple of minutes, wearing stockings. She flashed her suspenders at me. 'Finishing touch. OK? I'm keeping them on though, don't want to ladder them in my hurry.' I nodded my enthusiasm. After glancing at Sue, she heaved a huge sigh and purple buttons strained across her chest. 'Come on then. Let's go!'
Chapter 8: Cath's story
Alone at last. Despite the twenty-minute time limit, we dawdled, enjoying each other's company. There was something happening here, some chemistry - though, to use a joke from one of my own stories, 'I was actually hoping for some biology'. We stopped, instinctively turned to each other and held hands.
'For writing to me in the first place, then inviting me here, going to all this trouble... trusting me. Above all, for giving me a chance. I don't seem to get many of those, these days.'
'Stick around, babe, you'll get all the chances you need,' and she winked, smiled and made a joke of it, but I had little doubt she was sincere. 'Anyway, it was Martha's idea. She pulled the strings. I can't take credit for that. I'm just so glad you came.'
'Anyway, I thought Sue was the great exhibitionist... what's your story?'
'She's much worse than me, but I love it too. Ever since the playground... thirty - dear me, it is? - years ago. I remember the very day! I was innocently doing a handstand against a wall. When I came down, I was amazed to see there was all these lads gawping at me. So I did it again, dress hanging over my face, stayed there till my arms ached. I was a pretty little thing and got quite a bit of attention after that, Oi can tell you.'
'You're a beautiful woman now...' Saliva filled my mouth, my penis began to swell yet again. She waved the compliment away.
'S'pose I learnt quickly what a bloke wants. From an early age I would flash at guys on the bus - old men, young men - watch their faces redden. This was in Ireland, land of sexual repression and I drove the boys wild. I could see them secretly trying to get an eyeful, peering through their hair, their fingers, round a newspaper... some would just stare... and I could feel the heat between my legs, the dirty pleasure in the pit o' me stomach. I even 'forgot' to put panties on some days... nearly caused a few heart attacks, I can tell you. Christ, I loved it. One day I did a handstand without any on. Not on purpose, honest... just forgot. All the guys pointed, whooped and the other girls gave me some right stick. I was so embarrassed, but it made me really hot later when I thought about it. It got me into right trouble too, I can tell you. The nuns beat me damned hard for that. Didn't stop me though. It's the red hair, me fiery spirit - I was a determined, feisty, impulsive child. As my tits grew - and God, how they grew - I wore shorter and shorter dresses, lower and lower tops. On the beach I'd wear tight bikinis that hid very little, then I'd spread my little legs, pretend I'd fallen asleep. I was the shame o' the family, but I loved the attention I got. Anyway, we moved to England when I was seventeen and I met Gerry a couple o' years after. We married quite young and he soon put a stop to all me fun. Had me dressed like one o' those Islamic women, wouldn't let me show my body off at all. He's a right bully. I hate the bastard.' That was the first swearword I'd ever heard her use.
'I... I didn't know you were married. I never asked, you never mentioned... I sort of imagined...'
'Yes, I'm married - if yer can call it that - to Gerry. But it won't be for much longer - Martha's opened me eyes, all right. There's no 'till death do us part' for me, not anymore. Rather an eternity in purgatory than another year with him. Anyway... look at this.' She took a framed photo from her Harvey Nicks carrier bag of clothes. A very fat woman on a deck chair, thighs like tree-trunks, great saggy tits, big black sunglasses, bad hair, jowls, Michelin Man arms and fingers. I shrugged. She steeled herself. 'It's me.' I stared in disbelief.
'No way! When. Give over...'
'Swear to God! Two years ago. I'd had years of him calling me a useless lump, pulling me down all the time and I just gave up. He didn't want me and I'd stopped liking meself. I felt fat, unloved... and that's what I became. Ate like a pig till I could barely walk about. That's when I met Martha at work. I showed her a wedding photo I kept in me purse and she looked ever so cross... no, not cross - disappointed... in what I'd become, what I'd let him do to me. So she started on me, yer know, building me up, saying how gorgeous I was and could be again. We talked about our fantasies. She made me laugh with hers. I told you before - some of the things! I couldn't tell her mine - even though they were tame by comparison, I was too embarrassed. After we read that first play at her place, I wrote a couple of sexy stories with things I fantasised about - yer know, me old life in Ireland and the rude little girl without a care in the world - and showed them to Martha. They were always about knickers - gym knickers - and panties... and being caught in embarrassing positions. Like the handstand in the schoolyard, that day before the nuns beat me. Evil bastards, those nuns. Anyway,' she checked her watch, 'time is running out!' Then she stopped, looked very serious and I thought she was going to cry. 'This is very hard for me. Don't think it's a piece of cake. I'm not like Sue, mentally or physically. Now you've seen the picture I sort of... I hope you understand. Taking my clothes off in front of another man is not something I thought I'd ever do again... the state I was in two years ago... I was positive I'd never do it. It's a big moment for me.'
'It's big for me, too. Thank you.' I winked to lighten the moment and we both smiled knowingly.
'You're a randy old goat, Alex, a real turn up,' and she looked me up and down, smiling all the while. 'This is a seminal moment - if you'll pardon the expression. Look, it should be me who's thanking you. Hope I get the chance to do so properly, one day. Right. I've pulled another fast one on you. Another surprise. I am going to change clothes... but I want us to swap knickers.'
'What? You want to wear my...'
'Yes Alex, I do. But most of all I want you to wear mine. Are you up for it?'
'You do like to spring stuff on me...' Again her dress was lifted, but this time I gasped. Black satin and lace French knickers adorned her very desirable arse 'Come on, Alex. It will be great fun. Yes?'
'OK. Let's do it!'
Chapter 9: The slideshow
We returned to the suite about twenty minutes or so later. Cath made us a cuppa while the photos uploaded onto the laptop. Then she plugged a cable into it and the first slide appeared on the big screen. She was nervous, and fidgeted, like a little girl before a solo in school assembly. We all sat round, expectantly, as the slideshow metamorphosed each picture into the next. The photos exposed her in every sense, made her look vulnerable and irresistibly attractive to me. I just wanted to hold her.
'We started in the corridor. That's me, fully dressed.'
'Yer don't say.' Sue was unimpressed so far.
'That's a lovely blouse, Cath. Love the colour...'
'For fuck's sake...' Sue's whispered aside was ignored by all of us.
'Thanks, Vicky. On the stairs...'
'On the fucking stairs? We could have an orgy on the fucking stairs singing 'God Save The Queen' - no fucker uses the stairs these days.'
'Calm down, Sue. It's only for starters... that blouse has a lot of buttons. Watch! Two or three undone. Next pic... just a couple to go. Now look! That's pretty daring!' The buttons were all undone, the purple silk thrown back off the shoulders, black lacy bra containing ample cleavage displayed. In the next the blouse was off and she stood proudly, hands on hips. Her tummy rolled slightly over her skirt's waistband, but apart from that there was no sign of the woman in the deckchair. Cath covered her face with her hands as she realised what was next.
'Fucking hell, Cath. I'll say it again: they are a fine pair of tits! Want to swap? Mine are crap at the side of you two.' Vicky looked at her, amazed by the compliment she'd given her and a brief smiled crossed her lips. My cock had swollen to full length when she'd bared them on the stairs for me and once again I felt the iron rod in my trousers. I stared in wonder at the picture I'd taken. Her long, red curls teased the big, dark ariolae... the flesh was firm - lots to get your hands and mouth around - I knew because I'd tried. The nipples that stood out like the knobs on a radio still glistened from my saliva, though that didn't show up at this resolution. Her breasts were just as I like them. Cath was smiling proudly. I suddenly felt Sue's hand between my legs, rubbing my crotch. My arousal was obvious.
'Well, Alex certainly likes them.' I'd stepped into the corridor and she'd stayed on the stairs, taking her clothes from the bag, readying them to be put on. Then she followed me, walked towards me, naked from the waist up, big tits bouncing. I'd lost control after that picture and feasted on her. I was hard from the memory of how I'd held, squeezed and sucked them, not of how they looked on the screen, but Sue would never know. There were many doors on that corridor, any one of which could have opened at any time, and every second was an invitation to disaster. Despite that, I sucked and teased her for what seemed like ages and she'd moaned, never once tried to push me away. Cath's eyes flashed anger, both at Sue's action and remark, but she wasn't going to be drawn. She spoke again, in measured tones.
'And he liked the rest even more.' Sue silently sneered at Cath's coolly delivered remark. A couple of pink cups hid her assets on the next shot and the white blouse completed her cover-up on pic number 17. Phase one, the top half, complete.
As we'd headed for the lift I'd taken several more. I'd snapped her delightful pose as she'd stepped inside. And then we were ascending. Lots of pictures now... thighs and stocking tops, suspenders, French knickers around knees, ankles. There was a photo of her skirt lifted up and her hand covering her pubic hair. Pink knickers going on now... I love the combination of stockings, high heels and panties of all types and colours, and some of these poses were pressing all my buttons... Now, pulled up to the knees... a bared arse as she tugs them up... a cheeky one of her adjusting the gusset... a very rude one of her drew a whistle from Sue - a close up of Cath's pink panties pulled aside to show her very moist lips.
'You make me wish I was gay, sometimes, Cath...'
Vicky looked admiringly too, opened her mouth to say something in reply to Sue's comment, but she stayed silent.
'A guy got in the lift just as I was picking the black ones off the floor... that was close, wasn't it, Alex? I had to stand there, knickerless, till he got out. I finally changed my skirt right outside here... look, 351 on the door... nice pair o' pink knickers... think I laddered me stockings there too... look at that run!'
There were several photos she didn't show them. Me taking down my trousers, struggling with my shoes... turning my back to her and removing my pants... she'd laughed and said, come on, turn around, give us a flash of what you've got, but I didn't have the nerve... so just a close-up of my arse - she'd said it was rounded, like a woman's - then her pulling my pants onto herself, rubbing her cunt through them, moistening them. My favourites were taken after I'd got her Frenchies on - I could still feel the delicious warmth they imparted, not just to my genitals, but to my whole body. I had just managed to pull my trousers on without falling over, when she sank to her knees and took the tip of my lace-covered dick full in her mouth. Click. In my mind, tied to that image, is the sensation of her hand sliding between my thighs, her middle finger stroking the satin into my arsehole. There was another secret pic, this time of my exposed cock with her luscious lips about to be planted on the top. Click. And another of her tongue imparting a glistening sheen to my purple glans. Click. The last showed me from my waist down, big dark mark where the tip of my cock tented the wet material, trousers around my knees. It looked like I'd cum in my knickers... well, in her knickers. In truth, I very nearly did. Like I said, those last few she didn't show them. They were our secret, the last part of her fantasy. Then she'd slipped off my pants and stuffed them in her bag.
'Can I keep them?' she cheekily asked.
'Yes, if I can keep these.' I rubbed my crotch, felt the unaccustomed luxury of the material on my privates. She nodded and flushed even more as she ran her tongue around her mouth.
'I want something to take home, to... yer know, remember you by... those lonely nights when he's out drinking,' and she took me in her mouth again. 'But this isn't going to be enough for me, Alex... you know that? I'm not sure I can stop meself...' That was when the old guy got in the lift. She was very quick with an excuse for her position, but she had no knickers on and her short skirt had ridden up over her arse. She was displaying just about everything she had, but it was either her or me on show and thankfully she chose herself.
'Got his shirt stuck in his zip... would you believe it?' I smiled in embarrassment at the old man, who simply looked away, got out as soon as he could. All the while he was there she was on her knees, pretending to struggle, staying close to me to hide the pink flesh that protruded. It was hard to tuck me in and zip up but she finally managed it. Only then did she sensuously put the pink ones on, just before we stepped onto our corridor.
Maybe we should have included some of the above in our presentation, because Sue was obviously wanting something steamier.
'I must say, I expected a bit more. Where the fuck is everyone? There's no buzz if you're not going to be caught... is there?'
'I buzzed pretty well. How about you, Alex?
'It was very erotic. I enjoyed it very much.' I sipped my tea.
'I'm going to write a very sexy story when we get back and add those photos. I'll send it to you, Alex, if that's OK.' I nodded without looking up. Catching her eye could have given us away.
'Well, I thought it was fucking tame. Martha will be well disappointed with that. She had high hopes for you.'
'Martha not back yet?' I was really beginning to think she didn't exist. Or that there was no Martha, just an old bearded man - possibly in drag - running this whole show... or something equally bizarre.
'No, there was a problem... don't worry, it'll be ok, she'll not be long.' Cath now turned to Vicky. 'How are you feeling Vic? Up for it?'
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