A Fantasy - Chapter Two

Chapter Two – Just a drink

Sandra waved to a group of people that she knew at a table, brushed cheeks and 'muahed' a girlfriend before spotting Mark at the brasserie bar. She took the hand he offered for her to shake, pulled him forward and brushed his cheeks with hers. He looked slightly startled.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am well known here and yes, I have phoned hubby to tell him I am having a social drink with a guy I only met this morning.” Sandra giggled at the surprised look still on Mark's face.

“So, ah, you have ah, an open relationship? You and hubby?” Mark still wasn’t sure what to make of the situation.

A Fantasy - Chapter One

Chapter One – A chance meeting

“Yes, I write stories, only as a hobby though”, Sandy felt at ease talking to the guy that sat beside her on the train, even though they had just met. Commuter time was the usual hell but she had managed to get a seat this time. No man would ever give up their seat for a girl, not these days and not on her usual train anyway.

“Oh OK, you mean the novels for old ladies, all that romantic rubbish”, he grinned at her and she was aware that he was trying to get her to react.

“God no, I never publish, the stories are too short and um, rather naughty.” She studied his handsome face for reaction, maybe she could wind him up. There was just that permanent grin, that made him look like a naughty school boy.

“Naughty, hmmm.” The guy paused a second or two stroking his chin thoughtfully. “If I were you how would I define 'naughty' in relation to your 'stories'?”

DANIA

Dania sighed, then took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the busy bar. OK, she had done it so many times before but after eight years, night after night it had become a drag. The same bunch of guys with the same conversations and the same old wisecracks that had them falling about laughing at her expense. And the same freely wandering and sometimes intrusive hands that they thought had a right to maul her body just cos they bought and consumed their beers there.

She wore 'Daisy Duke' pants and a short top that tied under her bust leaving bare her midriff because that was the uniform for all female server staff. High heels that made her totter sometimes and hurt her feet made up the rest of the uniform. True, when she first started here it pleased her to tease they younger guys. But it was always the older, married guys that had to go the extra mile and grab her bare thighs, pinch her midriff and try to pull open the tie on her top. Well they knew that the girls were discouraged from wearing a bra. No matter how she tried, unlike some of her female colleagues, Dania was not able to prevent her seemingly permanently erect nipples from displaying their prominence through the thin material of the top. Too often she had to slap away fingers and thumbs as they made determined efforts to nip between them her sensitive teats.

Her arrival in the bar was greeted by a cheer and she applied the now well rehearsed smile, showing her clean, white teeth, and forced a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. Dania greeted the guys in her usual cheery manner and made for the staff area where she would change from her street clothes. In her mind she ignored the yells to get back into the bar and show off her body, she waved brightly, and mockingly walked slowly in order to tease the patrons. They loved it and shouted their lewd remarks all the louder.

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CHARLOTTE

Charlotte threw the hard plastic vibrator across the room, it bounced off the stand and smashed against the bedroom wall. She raised the mirror too but being superstitious she placed it back between her feet, adjusted it so that her pussy came back in view.

What is wrong with that sexual organ she whispered to herself. Why wasn’t there a man whose curiosity could see beyond her size? She was 5'10, a size 16, 180 with 38DD boobs. As with so many times before she studied in detail each fold, she spread her legs wide. At twenty-two years of age it was perfect. Why wouldn't a man take delight in eating that? Reaching down she ran her fingertips over her genitals, they needed a closer shave.

Now her fingers took control again and as they swirled around a very sensitive clitoris the other hand searched for the vibrator until she remembered that it lay in pieces on the floor. Would she just wank with her fingers or get off the bed, go to the drawers and get another useless bit of plastic; where oh where is a real hard cock to penetrate her?