Archive-name: Dreams/fantas2
Archive-author: Red Rider
Archive-title: Restaurant Fantasy


Hi! I'm new on the board and I like to write about sex.  In fact,
I like everything about sex; public sex and flashing, watch and
be watched, playing with myself, especially like fucking  with
all the variations that imagination and experience can dream up. 
Perhaps by putting my writing on the board, I can make some new
friends with the same interests.  While much of my writing is
fantasy, there is also a lot of first hand experience which is
fun to share and let me share your fantasies and experiences.

I will start first and will soon know if anyone on the board is 
interested.  My voice phone line is (209) 237-4308.   
 
Perhaps I will start with a fantasy, one that I have had as long
as I can remember: 
 
My  girl and I arrive at the Martinique a few minutes before our
reservation and when the matre de accepts my hand in greeting, 
there is a twenty in the palm which from experience is instantly
detected and deftly passed from my hand to his pocket.  He knows
that it is a twenty by instinct.  He is also converted 
immediately to one of my most loyal and accomodating friends 
willing to move anything and anybody in the house to make me 
happy and to insure the presence of another twenty.  In a very 
low voice, I let him know that my pleasure would be a corner 
table with a view of the dining room.  For a moment he has that 
wild look that says that he is trapped in a hopeless situation. 
Then, whispering, just a moment, he disappears and just as 
suddenly returns announcing that our table is ready.  We both 
know that, that table, disappeared from the party that overlooked
that twenty.  

For the brief moment that he was gone, I had been standing 
close (very close) to my newest adventure, Angela.  I 
was to her side and just behind her and I could smell her 
wonderful perfume it was faint and that was good,--- had to get 
even closer. Then I could feel the warmness and swelling between
my legs and I knew that the evening was going to be fun-it 
already was-this beautiful girl, dressed so attractively, 
sparkling in the half light of this beautiful restaurant, and me
getting an erection just standing there,Fuuuuuun! 
 
Now I could turn my head to ask her if she liked what she saw and
by moving my hips forward the least little bit my bulge brushed 
the cheek of her ass.  Wow! I could immediately see in my
imagination, both of those smooth round surfaces and the crack
between their soft curves, the inside of her thighs and what lay
ahead of that. Thoughts of guilt; of course. But, the pressure
grew stronger and I hadn't moved.  She half turned toward me to
answer my question and I bussed her on the cheek, couldn't help
it, impulse. Then we headed for our table and sitting very close,
made the wine and then the menu decisions.  With the wine serving
we were told that the chef took special interest in the order for
chatau briand and requested our patience while the delicacy was
prepared. 
 
After pouring the second glass of wine, I looked around and the 
time was perfect so I allowed a gold piece that had been the 
subject of conversation, to roll off the table and I immediately
went after it.  There it was right at my feet, but now I was 
under the cloth and looking around, saw that my cover was 
complete.  Then I put my hand on one of her knees and then the
other. They were separated the way girls do when their legs are 
concealed, but with my touch they began opening wider and pushing
her skirt hem upward ---there it was, the absolute beauty of her 
cunt.  She must have thought ahead because she was wearing hose 
with a garter belt and loose panties that had already moved aside
to reveal the thing I wanted to see most. I moved forward 
brushing her thighs with my lips and placed my nose in her pussy
hair.  OOOOH heaven!  Her smell was delicate and musky with a 
spice, cinamon? Ginger?...... all three!  

I didn't forget what I was there to do,  putting my arms under
and around her legs I pulled her a little bit forward, then
bringing my hands over the top of her muff, I moved them to each
side of her pussy and spread the lips open wide so that the clit
was standing up like the little man in a boat.  Now my lips
covered that soft flesh and my tongue searched for that little
man.  It was small at first, but I could feel the little fellow
and as I massaged it, it grew, and now I could suck it like a
miniature prick.  Nothing happened except that I had never been
so excited in my life. The feel of the soft skin of her legs
against my cheeks, the fragrarent odor of sex, her pussy hair
against my nose and my hands flat against her belly feeling the
tension build; plus doing something that was the ultimate in
naughty, this just had to be the most fun thing I had ever done.

This was the ultimate fantasy for me, and now it was happening. 
This girl so poised and beautiful was about to get her gun in the
midst of all these people.  My tongue worked slowly and steadily,
moving around her clit and then massaging it's underside. 
Nothing happened for a few minutes and then, she threw her hips
forward with a thrust so sudden and violent that my lip was
bruised and the orgasm was on and she had given herself to it
totally.  My arms around her legs held her to me and my tongue
never stopped it's rythm. She thrust herself upward again and
again.  Finally her humps got closer together until her pelvis
vibrated for a bit then she put her hand on my forhead and pushed
me away. You know how it is when you just can't do anymore.  I
slipped from between her legs and slowly raised my self to the
seat beside her.  Those who saw me could only look questiongly
and I sure as hell wasn't going to supply them with any answers. 
 
I looked at her and was afraid to find what her reaction would 
be.  She was holding her head in her hand as if she were ill or 
in shock.  I didn't say a word and neither did she.  Then without
raising her head she said, " don't ever do that again".  
Silence............then she said " I have never been that excited
and I have never had an orgasm as strong as that, but the 
necessity to scream was so strong that everybody in the place was
watching me and I'm embarrassed.  all these people know what I 
look like when I'm coming.  Do that whenever you like, but please
do it someplace where I can scream".  Then, under the cloth she 
moved her hand over my leg and massaged my swelling and she kept
massaging it while the waiter went throught the ceremony of 
serving the entre for two. 
 
WOW!  I just read this back and it sounds like it really 
happened.  I Wish!!!!!!!!!!!  Writing something like this is fun
for you, I hope, and I must tell you that it gives me something 
warm and slick to play with.  Why don't you write something for 
me? 
Your horney friend,  
Red Rider