Internet Fantasy…part II (by Andrea )(mf, fantasy)

……Still stretching, I reached over and stopped the bells from ringing. My alarm. 
   I swear that dream was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had. That 
statement in itself was a pretty sad one. Had my life really been so deprived, that I had to 
resort to ‘wet’ dreams for fulfillment? I thought to myself that though I was still young, I 
had better get started on a few memories to last a lifetime! 
   I got out of bed and decided that instead of the usual quick morning shower, I would 
pamper myself with a nice, long, hot, bubble bath. A candle here, some bath oils 
there…nothing like that to make a girl feel special, or even a little sexy. I started the 
water, adding a little more bubbles than usual. They always seem to tickle your skin, it 
feels great! 
   Trodding into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, I noticed that my message light on 
the machine was blinking. I hadn’t even thought to check it when I got in the night 
before. (I had been out with a few girlfriends of mine and we closed down the club.) 
Pushing the button, my heart skipped a beat when I heard ‘his’ voice on the machine. He 
was going to be in the area this morning and wanted to know if I would like for him to 
stop by and take a look at that problem I was having with my car. Problem with my car? 
For the life of me I couldn’t remember having mentioned it to him, but I was sure I must 
have said something in passing. And he, of course, being the sweet man that he is, 
probably offered to see if there was anything he could do to fix it. Smiling to myself I 
wondered what he would do if I happened to still be in the bath when he arrived. Now 
that would be evil.
   I knew that he at least found me attractive, or he was an outrageous flirt, one. We had 
always played those little flirting games in the past, but the more I thought about it, the 
more I wanted to see what would happen if I went for something a little more risky. Or 
maybe with today’s opportunity, a LOT more risky. 
   Grabbing my coffee, I went into the den to grab a pen and paper. Thinking quickly, I 
wrote out a quick and fictitious note to my neighbor saying “ Beth I’m in the bath but the 
door is open, just come on in and leave the letters on the table. See ya later, and thanks 
for bringing it over.” My neighborhood recently got a new mailman who kept delivering 
my mail to her. I figured that was a good excuse for a note, even though there was no 
way Beth would be bringing it by this morning. She was out of town for the month, but 
‘he’ didn’t know that!
   Running back to the bathroom I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and headed out 
again. I had to find something particularly skimpy for after the bath, just in case the water 
got cold before he arrived and I had to get out the tub to avoid looking like a prune, 
instead of a sexy single woman. That was the impression I was going for anyway. I 
opened the front door and tacked the note up, grinning about my clever little scheme. If 
he didn’t bite the hook on this one then he must not be interested. And that just was not 
possible!
   Finally ready for my bath, I stripped off my nightgown, threw it into the hamper, and 
gingerly stuck a toe in the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. It was perfect. I stepped 
in, sat down, and slowly laid back into the bubbles. At first it was cold as the bubbles hit 
my back, but then as I lowered myself the rest of the way the water enveloped my body 
in heat, relaxing every muscle and making me sigh out loud. My thoughts then turned to 
my upcoming visitor. I closed my eyes and conjured up a picture of him in my mind and 
pondered the different scenarios of what may happen when he reads the note. 
   He could always turn away, maybe leaving a note of his own to let me know he had 
stopped by. That was not the kind of thing I had in mind though, so instead I imagined 
him slowly opening the door and glancing around the living room. Finding it empty he 
would come in and close the door, quietly removing the note before shutting it all of the 
way. He would proceed through the house…..No wait that would make him seem more 
like a stalker. 
   Okay, maybe he would open the door and call my name as he did so. Of course I 
would pretend not to answer him. Maybe my head is under the water. (Or in the clouds) 
Then he would just about have to come on in and look for me; he had already gone that 
far, right?
   I could feel my body responding to the pictures floating through my mind. My nipples 
hardened at the thought of him seeing me there, naked in bubbles. I moved my hand up 
my stomach, imaging it was his, and touched them. Oh they were so sensitive and it felt 
so wonderful. I squeezed one just a bit and felt the rush of feeling between my legs it 
caused. I continued to run my hands up and down my body, thinking about him and 
feeling his hands instead. Touching my breasts and teasing my nipples. How I wanted to 
know his mouth kissing and tasting them. I moved one hand down further and started 
touching myself as if it were he. I was so turned on that it nearly took my breath away as 
my fingers started rubbing, slowly and gently. I whispered his name, wishing he were 
there to hear it. 
   I could feel my excitement mounting. I moaned his name and unbelievably got a 
response. I didn’t open my eyes immediately, but I knew that he was there, watching me. 
I was so embarrassed, I couldn’t even look up at him. What must he be thinking? I 
wanted him to find me there, but not necessarily under those conditions. That completely 
took away the upper hand that I had worked so hard to get! Before I could go ahead and 
open my eyes to ‘face the music’, he quietly cleared his throat and said, “Please, don’t 
stop.” I opened my eyes and looked up into his. He was as turned on as I. His chest 
moved up and down rapidly as he looked down at me and waited for my response.
   I smiled, looked into his eyes, and said “Why don’t you do it for me?” I couldn’t 
believe my own forwardness. Maybe it was the dream and my reaction to it, but I knew 
what I wanted, had wanted for some time, so I was going after it. 
   Without a word he began to remove his clothes. He never once took his eyes off of 
me, and I never took my eyes off of him. He was incredible. Standing there in my 
bathroom, acting like there was nothing out of the ordinary. When he was completely 
naked I could see the proof of his excitement,and it caused tingles of anticipation to 
gather in between my thighs.
   He bent to one knee and leaned over to kiss me. His mouth was warm and inviting. 
Kissing gently and tasting. I parted my lips, eager to get more of him, to taste more, and 
to give him more of me. With one hand he touched the small of my back to guide me into 
sitting position in the tub. He rose enough to step in and lower himself behind me. Finally 
it was his hands that were touching my body. Rubbing up and down, curving around my 
hips to my back, and then down around. He held my bottom in his hands and whispered 
in my ear. “Did I ever tell you that I love your butt?” I smiled, and in a voice that I was 
afraid would crack, “No, tell me.” He kissed my neck and said into my hair “ I love your 
butt.”
   I leaned back into him and could feel his excitement. It was so intoxicating to know 
that I could cause this reaction it this incredible man. Something that was only a dream 
that morning, was becoming a reality, and I realized that my imagination paled in 
comparison. I lost myself in the feeling of his hands all over my body, leaving it feeling 
hot everywhere he touched. He would go from my thighs to my breasts, leaving each 
place aching for him to return to it when he moved on. He held my hips and gently pulled 
me closer to him, and then reached his arms around me gingerly touching the area where 
I had left off. 
   He breathed my name and said “You are beautiful.” as he caressed me. I closed my 
eyes and just let him touch me, reveling in the feelings it caused. He cupped my breast in 
his one hand, fondling the nipple as his other hand continued below. I lost myself in his 
touch, rhythmically moving my hips to it. I forgot about he world in that moment. I didn’t 
care how this had come about. I didn’t worry about what would happen next. I only felt 
him touching me, moving me to the soaring climax that came like a bolt of lightening, 
and lasted as long as rolling thunder. 
   When it was over he kept his hand cupped there, touching and feeling my most 
intimate place as if it was his to do with as he pleased. At that moment I knew it was, that 
I was. I wanted him to feel like I had, I wanted to make him lose control of that calm 
demeanor he wore like a shield from the world. I wanted to do that and more, so I slowly 
turned around to tell him so…………..