Fantasy to Reality
written by:
Csms

Fantasy to Reality by CSMS mscsco@hotmail.com

I don't know how I get myself into some situations. I guess thinking about sex constantly means I always have some erotic thought, no matter where I am. Nothing follows this statement more closely than an incident at my friend Mitzi's house.

Mitzi is a body builder, but not the buffed up, 'roided out freak some women are. She is toned and has a fantastic ass and perfect set of tits. We met at work when she was present as an observer one evening, and hit it off. We started casually hanging out together-nothing more than I would do with a guy friend of mine-until that Saturday night.

I had stopped by to see her on my way home from work. I had a book from work I had offered her, and, like normal, I simply let myself in. I went into the kitchen, and saw some Wal-Mart bags on the counter. Figuring she was moving things in from the garage, I stepped over and opened the door-empty.

I decided to leave the book on the counter. I moved the bags around to find a pen, and, to my surprise, one of the bags wasn't from Wal-Mart. It was from Macy's, and there was something inside.

Now, I kind of felt odd at this point, because Mitzi was like a hang out with kind of girl with me, not a woman I was pursuing. However, I would be lying if I said I never touched my cock and imagined it was her. She was sexy, and what guy in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck her every which way he could?

My curious nature led me inside the bag, and what I found did not disappoint me-a nice, lacy and silky red thong. Wow. I had imagined fucking her, but to see a thong she would actually wear gave me a whole new image to enjoy myself to. Her hard, sexy body in this skimpy, sexy piece of lingerie-all I could think was whoever she bought it for was in for quite a treat.

I tried to clear the thought from my mind and simply write the note. I couldn't see anything but Mitzi standing in front of me, wearing nothing but that great smile of hers and this sexy thong. I looked around the table for something to write on, but the napkin tray was empty. That explained the Wal-Mart bags. Duh!

I reached into the bag and pulled out the first piece of paper I touched. My dick was twitching with the thoughts of Mitzi now straddling me with that thong pulled aside. I had to do some writing because if she walked in now, I would look pretty damn awkward standing up!

My curious nature hit me again, and I found myself reading the receipt. Nothing long, just a few bathroom items...deodorant, shampoo, oil. Oil? Now this was just plain bad. First, I see some lingerie a sexy friend bought for someone other than me, and now I had to see this? Of course, I was jamming square pegs into round holes-and thinking of someone's nice, warm, and wet hole-but that is how my twisted mind works!

I reached into the bag and pulled out the oil. It was cocoa butter oil, the kind Mitzi would put in her baths after a workout to keep her skin from drying up. I had some cocoa butter oil at home, but I used it for different things. An idea crossed my mind, and I didn't even give it a second thought.

I knew I was taking a chance, but I there were many factors at play that had my cock more than a little awake. The thought of jacking off in my friends kitchen would make the fantasy and orgasm all that more intense, because the setting was very real. However, if she walked in and saw my naked ass planted in a chair and my oil slicked cock in my hand, our friendship-as well as my professional reputation-would be shot.

Doing it anywhere but her kitchen seemed to lessen the turn on, so I came up with a plan. The garage door opener would alert me to her arriving home, so I decided to strip down and leave my clothes in her bathroom. That way, I could move quickly there to clean up and dress and simply say I was making just using the bathroom before heading home.

I made sure the living room curtains were closed, allowing me cover to move to the bathroom when she was pulling up the driveway. I checked the front door and turned the knob to lock it. I stripped down in record time-the thought of what was happening just made me get harder-and grabbed a towel from the laundry hamper. I had to have something to keep the oil off the floor.

I went back to the kitchen and sat down. I took the oil and flipped the lid open, taking in the nice aroma of the cocoa butter scent. I reached down and took my cock in my left hand and gently squeezed my rod. I was getting erect pretty quick, and I knew once that oil coated my shaft, I would be cumming hard in no time.

I moved the bottle over the head of my now throbbing cock. I thought about Mitzi's warm mouth as the first drop of oil touched the head. It felt so good, so smooth, so wet. I squirted a small portion around the head, covering it in a thin layer of oil. I moved my left hand to the base of the shaft, allowing the oil to run down my rod. I felt so hot that I wanted more oil-but I had to watch it. I didn't want her finding a brand new bottle of oil missing a third of the contents!

I gave one more squirt on the top of the shaft, and closed the lid. Unless she was going to measure it with her eyes, it didn't look any lower than when she bought it. I set the bottle back on the table and began what I thought would be a quick job of getting off.

I moved my right hand to the top of the head, as if I was positioning it at Mitzi's pussy. The slickness from the oil made me imagine it was her wetness, building up from the thought of feeling me inside her. I slowly moved my hand down, allowing the head to slide into my hand. I could feel my cock throbbing, and I had never been as turned on while jacking off as I was at that point. I held for a moment, enjoying the sensation, and then began to feed the entire length of my cock into my hand.

The oil made the ride nice and smooth. With each inch, my cock would pulse, shooting an erotic message to my mind that this was a very hot, erotic moment. As my hand moved down, the head slowly popped out the top. I could see some pre-cum leaking out already, and I had not yet completed a stroke.

Once at the bottom, I gave a gentle squeeze, then started moving slowly back up the shaft. As the head of my slick, hard cock came to rest at the top, I squeezed myself again. An uncontrollable throb pushed back, telling me the juices were definitely moving through my dick. The head stretched slightly, making it tight. The light reflecting off the oil gave it a truly hot, sexy look that made me wish I had a pussy to slide it into.

My hand slid down and I moved to the middle of my shaft. My entire cock was now slick and shining from the oil, so I began to fuck my hand. The oil was working nicely, and I found a nice pattern of stroking. I moved my other hand to my balls and gently massaged them. As I looked at the ceiling of Mitzi's kitchen I imagined her mouth was the warmth on my cock-and the setting made it seem almost real!

I closed my eyes as I found a slow rhythm of stroking myself. I opened my legs and lifted them up, as if I was giving Mitzi room to get between them. God, how our friendship would change! At least on my end. I would always have this secret of cumming all over myself in her kitchen, and she would have no clue!

My cock was pulsing, my thoughts racing. I was surprised at how I could control myself, and I made sure the moment lasted. I would make five or six long strokes, then stop at the head. A gentle squeeze would let out some more pre-cum, which I had to smear around as well. I moved my hand over the head and, with an open hand, rubbed my palm over the top. This allowed me to take the pre-cum and mix it with the oil, turning me on even more. I would then close my hand, with my cock positioned at the bottom of my hand, and insert my cock back into my slick fist.

I was so lost in the moment. I was hoping Mitzi would give me enough time, because I was feeling like this would be a messy orgasm. I would cum on my chest and stomach, and as much as I felt was inside, there would be a good amount of cum to clean up.

I rolled my head and could hear Mitzi's voice-"Oh, yeah....oh, yeah, that is so hot." It sounded too real, but I guess I figured it was the elements. The vision of Mitzi on top of me in that red thong were replaced by her standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a green sweater, rubbing her pussy. Boy, that image looked real! And how did she go from fucking me to standing there, masturbating at the door?

I flashed back to reality-and oh, was it a flash! Mitzi WAS standing there, wearing nothing but a green sweater and her great smile! I froze! How did I not hear her? Where did she come from? How long had she been there? Too many questions to process in a split second. And, to be honest, even thought she was half-naked, I still felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Mitzi just smiled and said "Well, don't stop. I am enjoying the show."

I looked down and realized that when I saw her, I simply froze in mid-stroke. My hand was halfway up my cock, my legs spread wide open, giving her the best view of my cock and balls a woman could have.

Mitzi could tell I was a little confused, so she said "Maybe this will help."

With that, she took off her sweater and bra. There she was, standing in front of me, totally naked. I thought I had passed out from the erotic feelings from earlier and was in a dream! My eyes moved from her smile to her perfect tits, which looked as good-even better-than I thought they would. I moved my eyes down her body, and saw her smooth, shaved pussy. My God, was she a sight. My good friend-one I had jacked off while thinking about SO many times-was now stark naked in front of me. Add to the fact that I was holding my oiled up cock in my hand, and I truly found a fantasy had come true!

Mitzi, seeing my eyes move down her body, moved her eyes to my cock. She slowly stepped forward and said "I have enjoyed watching for the last few minutes. Now, I want to participate."

With that, Mitzi moved in front of me, put her hands on my knees, and gently pushed my legs together and down to the floor. She took my cock from my hand as she steadied herself with her right hand on my left shoulder. I was floored! Not two minutes ago I was simply jacking off in her kitchen. Now, she was going to do something-and, at that point, anything was golden-to me.

Mitzi opened her legs and began to straddle me. As she did, the bottom of the head of my cock brushed her smooth pubic area. I had never had a shaved woman before-trimmed, but never bare-and the feeling was amazing. Her skin was silky smooth, and my cock twitched as it gently slid on her skin to her waiting pussy.

Mitzi rubbed the head of my oiled up cock against her wet pussy-I don't know if she watched for a while or just simply got wet quick-to gently spread her lips. I reached for her body, and my hands moved to her hips. I held her as she began to center herself on my throbbing hard cock.

Her tits were right at my face at that point, and I was dying to taste them. I knew that time would be soon!

My hands moved up her back, leaving a trail of oil behind. Her skin was so smooth, and the oil gave it a nice, silky shine. I held her body as she eased the head of my cock into her pussy. It was so warm, so tight. I felt the soft, wet walls of her pussy form around the head of my cock. I let out a breath and looked at her face. Mitzi had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted to allow a breath to escape. I could see some of that sexy smile as she began to lower herself onto me.

The wetness from inside her and the oil from my cock made the penetration very easy, but Mitzi made sure to control herself as I entered her. Her control, however, was quite brief.

After about two inches, Mitzi let go of my cock and moved her left hand to my right shoulder. She turned her head to me and as our eyes met, she moved down the last four inches of my cock in one smooth motion.

We both let out quick moans-her for the feeling of my cock filling her, me for the feeling of her hot, wet pussy walls surrounding my cock. At that point, our bodies simply melted together.

Mitzi moved her hands to my head and kissed me passionately, grinding her pelvis against mine. I could feel the tightness of her pussy-the feeling of pushing deep inside her, feeling each pulse as she flexed to feel every inch of me that was inside-and the heat from her body pressed against mine. Mitzi began to move her hips, gyrating them against me, moving my cock around inside her body. I kept my ass tight so all of my cock could fill her. My hands moved to her tits, feeling the firmness in them that I had longed to touch.

With that, Mitzi started to ride me. She moved her hands back to my shoulders and started to rise up. By doing so, she moved her body back from mine, and now her tits were in front of my face. I didn't waste any time taking one into my mouth. I cupped her right tit with my hands, and flicked my tongue over her nipple. Another erotic breath escaped Mitzi as she felt my warm, wet tongue on her erect nipple. I massaged her tit as I ran my tongue over the nipple, then took it inside and gently sucked on it. Mitzi began to breath harder, and I knew that with the jacking off, I wasn't going to last much longer.

I leaned back in the chair and reached for the oil. Mitzi again kissed me, and her tongue shot in and out of my mouth. Her kisses were getting more passionate, so I figured she was as close to cumming as I was.

I gently pushed her back in the chair, breaking the kiss. I flipped open the lid on the bottle as I moved it to her chest. She knew what I was doing, and slightly arched her back-never stopping her motion of riding me-to stick her chest out. I poured a generous amount of oil on her, starting at the base of her neck. I moved left and right, allowing a full cascade of oil to flow down the entire front of her body. It was such a hot site that I just simply dropped the oil bottle so I could get to work with my hands.

The oil ran down, over her tits, to her stomach, and onto my body. I reached up and took her tits in my hands, smearing the oil on them. Her body felt so good, and the oil just made my hands glide over her. The sight was something I had only imagined when masturbating, and seeing it for real sent me to the edge.

"Mitzi, I'm going to cum," I gasped, barely able to get the words out.

She leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder and said "Me too. Cum inside me, Mike. Just fill me with your cum."

That was more than I needed. As she moved her face to mine and I tasted her sweet kiss yet again, I lost it. I moved my hands to her hips and pushed her down on my cock as I thrust up to get deep inside her. The first load of cum shot out like it was from a cannon. I felt the warm stream shoot into her pussy with enough power to blow a hole in her. Mitzi must have felt it too, because she moaned "Oh, yeahhhhhh" as I filled her.

I moved her up and then back down my cock, allowing me to shoot two or three more loads into her pussy. Mitzi hit the top at that point, slamming her body down to mine. The force pushed my ass back onto the chair. I saw she had moved a hand to her clit and was rubbing herself as well. The feeling of the oil on her clit with her slick finger and my hard cock inside her gave her a shocking orgasm. Mitzi tensed up, and I could feel her muscles flex as she let go with her climax. Her face froze for a moment, and she held her hand over her pussy. A deep breath escaped her mouth, and she began to move her finger over her clit again. She held her hand still and tightened up her body two more times, letting out a soft, sexy moan after the last time.

My head fell back in the chair, and Mitzi dropped her head back to my shoulder. We were both breathing heavy-we sounded like we had just run a marathon-but kept our bodies together for a few minutes.

Mitzi sat up and smiled. I smiled back as she leaned forward and kissed me.

"Nice of you to drop by," she said.

"How did you get in the house?", I asked. "I never heard the garage door open."

"Well, your Durango is in the driveway, blocking the door," she said. Oops. BIG oops!

"And so I decided to come in the front door, which was unlocked. A little bit of poor planning on your part, don't you think?", she said. Oh yeah. I had actually UNLOCKED the door when I thought I was locking it. Her locks are opposite of mine, and that explained why that happened!

"But how long..." I started, but she cut me off.

"About five minutes. I always open the door slowly-just a habit-and could see a naked leg in my kitchen," she said.

"I thought maybe you had a chick here because your wife was home, so I decided to sneak a peak before leaving. When I saw you all alone with your cock in your hand...well, I just froze" she said.

Mitzi continued: "I watched for a few minutes, thinking you were about cum-what, with all the oil and such. I thought I would just enjoy the view, but I got so hot that I just went on impulse."

"I planned to get totally naked and surprise you by taking your cock from you and sucking you off, I just couldn't wait. After I got my pants off, I had to work my pussy-and the thought of getting myself off while watching you jack off really turned me on."

"Well, I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and, well...I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," she said.

"I sure did," I said without hesitation. "Sorry about the mess in your kitchen."

"I think we both need a shower to clean each other up. How does that sound?", she asked.

No way I was passing that up!