Sandi’s kisses began to travel lower. She licked, kissed, and gently scratched the insides of my thighs, then lifted my legs so that my sneakers were flat on the massage table and my knees in front of my face. She leaned forward until I felt her hot breath between my legs as her hands grabbed my ass. Her nose gently roamed through my curly bush, which I had trimmed that day so I could wear the tiny bikini that was now somewhere on the floor. Softly, she kissed my pussy lips, and I could feel them swelling and pulsing with excitement. I couldn’t control my breathing now. It came in short gasps with each lick. She pointed her tongue between my lips and pushed. Sparks began to go off inside me as she licked and sucked my most sensitive places. She found my little button and began to concentrate all of her energy on it.
I grabbed my knees and pulled, trying to open myself up wider. This also gave me a better view of what Sandi was doing. She stopped for just a second and put one of her fingers in her mouth. She slowly drew it out glistening with her saliva. The long red nail toyed with my moist lips for a moment, then started to wriggle its way between them. It felt so good that I thought I would explode. Sandi looked up at me and smiled, her face wet from the treatment she had been giving me, then her mouth went to work on me in earnest. The slurping sounds were audible now, as her long tongue drilled into me and her finger pumped back and forth. My legs quivered, and my stomach muscles started to spasm as I began to shake all over.
This was Sandi’s signal really to go for it. She started to devour me, consuming me with her mouth. She alternated licking, sucking, and stabbing my throbbing little button with her tongue. That was it. I couldn’t stand any more. A devastating orgasm tore through me. In the distance I could hear Sandi’s muffled moans as I gushed into her mouth.
As the tremors began to subside, she stood up and began to kiss my neck and chest. I could smell myself on her face as she drew nearer and kissed me deeply. The taste of my own sex on her lips gave me another, smaller orgasm. She felt it, and it made her giggle. We cuddled for a few minutes, then I asked if she wanted me to try to do the same thing for her. She gazed deep into my eyes and hugged me tightly again, mashing her breasts against mine.
Suddenly we were startled by the sound of the bell on the front door, announcing that a customer had just entered the shop. Sandi jumped up, straightened her shirt, and frowned. “I have a customer.” She sighed. But, she added, “You enjoy your tanning session. We’ll work out a schedule for your future visits.” She smiled, blew me a kiss, and hurried out of the room.
I collapsed onto the tanning bed for a few moments, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. I felt as though I had just been run over by a train loaded with orgasms. Still shaking, I dressed and tried to sneak out of the shop, certain that anyone there would be able to tell what had happened just by looking at me. Sandi, who was talking with a customer, caught my eye, and I blushed again.
Sandi and I got together at the shop one or twice more, and once at her apartment. She taught me a great deal about how to please a woman, but then her ex-husband started calling her and she said that maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore. I still have a very nice tan, though, and always blush and get a warm smile whenever I visit the shop. I often fantasize about my trips to the tanning shop. The possibility of this letter appearing in “Forum” really excites me too.
— U. T., Idaho
DREAMS AND DIVERSIONS
Wet Dreaming
I’ve always had wet dreams, and I love them. I awake right afterward and enjoy the sexual, sensual feeling that comes with my fantasies. Sometimes I dream about sex with a complete stranger or with one of my husband’s friends-particularly one friend.
Recently, I had the opportunity to be alone with him at his house. His wife had to go out, and left us alone. It started out innocently enough-we were sitting on the couch, watching television and talking. Our conversation turned to the subject of dreams, especially wet dreams. I confessed that I had dreams about him. He asked me to tell him what they were about. I could see that as I was describing what happened to us in my dreams, he was getting turned on.
He had an enormous bulge in his shorts. Being brave I reached out and gently began to stroke his cock through his shorts. It didn’t take long for him to take them off. Slowly, I moved between his legs and wrapped my lips around the glistening head of his penis. Sucking and licking it was like one of my dreams, but much better.
After I had sucked him dry, he had me stand up and spread my legs. I had on a miniskirt and was not wearing panties. He pulled my skirt over my tight ass so he could see my engorged clit. I trim my bush very close, so it was very visible. I was dripping with juices, I was so horny. Starting on the inside of my thighs, he licked his way up my body. I was almost screaming by the time he finally reached my clit. He had a wonderful tongue. As he nibbled on my clit, he slowly inserted his fingers into my vagina. All I could think about was having his cock inside me. That’s all it took-I came and came. It was most enjoyable. Afterward, we both had silly little grins on our face, like two kids who had their face in the candy jar and got away with it. Needless to say, I doubt if his dreams, or mine, will ever be the same.
— J. B., Georgia
A Real Dream
Last night I had this dream. We were on the Harley, driving down the coast. I had on a pair of thigh-high black boots, black-leather shorts, and my black-leather jacket-nothing else.
We decided to take a little break at a secluded cove along the shore. I had to have you. I asked you if you would unzip my jacket for me. As you did you kissed my nipples so hard they ached. You slipped off my jacket and started to undo my shorts, but I stopped you. It was my turn.
Your jacket was already off, so I started kissing you and unbuttoning your shirt at the same time. I ran my fingers up and down your chest and back. I started licking right after that, and I made your nipples as hard as mine. But I wouldn’t let you touch me. I just wanted to touch you.
As I unbuttoned your pants, I could feel something inside getting harder with every move I made. I wanted you. As I slipped your pants to the ground, I took your huge cock in my mouth just to get it a little wet. But I was the one who was getting a little wet. You were turning me on so much-just by letting me touch, kiss, and love you.
I started playing with your cock in my mouth- rolling it around with my tongue, gently sucking it. My hands were touching your nipples and caressing them with my long, painted nails. You were moaning ever so slightly. I was doing something right.
I began to suck just a little harder on your cock. It got so hard going down my throat. I could just taste your juices getting ready to explode. You said you couldn’t wait any longer. You just had to shoot off in my mouth. With my lips around your cock, you started to let every ounce of come explode down my throat, and I opened my mouth just enough to let some of it wet my lips. It tasted so sweet, just like candy. I licked all of your come from your cock and rolled it around on my tongue. That really turned me into a raging female. I wanted to have you put your cock into me. I never got to. . that’s when I woke up. Between my legs my underwear was very sticky.
But when it’s three in the morning and there’s an empty space next to you in bed where the one you love should be, you do the best you can. So I got out the baby oil.
I warmed it in my hands before I moved them to caress it all over my nipples. I got them so hard, they stood straight up. I wished you were lying next to me, just watching. The thought of that turned me on even more.