Penthouse (21 page)
I’d been home a couple of weeks when I decided it was time to try out a tanning shop near campus. One evening after class I put on my new bikini, under a sweatshirt and pants, and walked down to the tanning shop. The woman at the counter was very friendly. She was about thirty, very attractive, and about five-foot-eight, with long red hair and nails and a beautiful tan. I couldn’t help noticing that her ample breasts were straining against her T-shirt, and her nipples were clearly visible. Her name read “Sandra,” but she insisted that I call her Sandi.
Sandi gave me a tour of the shop. Then we settled down in one of the tanning rooms. She said we had to figure out my skin type so I would know what setting to use on the tanning bed. When she asked me to remove my sweatshirt I hesitated for a moment. Sandi smiled and put her hand on my knee, saying, “It’s okay, honey. I do this every day.”
I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and dropped it on the massage table. Sandi smiled and started to hold some photos up against me, one at a time. She told me about how careful people with sensitive skin have to be in a tanning bed. “Here, look at this one,” she said, holding a photo of freckled skin next to her chest. I could see her own freckles as they disappeared into her cleavage. “Redheads like me can do only a couple minutes at a time.”
Finally, she had me narrowed down to two skin types. “Let’s see your tan lines,” she said. “That will help me figure this out.” Slowly, I stood up and began to remove my sweatpants. As I struggled to pull them over my sneakers, I noticed that Sandi was watching very closely. I turned around to put my pants on the massage table, and as I started to turn back, she put a hand on my hip, and said, “Hold it. This is just what I wanted to see.” She held one of the photos up against my bottom and gently ran a long red fingernail along the tan lines. “Hmm,” she said, putting the photos down and gently placing a hand on each cheek, “I think this is just right.”
She scratched, squeezed, rubbed, and gently pinched every inch of each of my mostly bare cheeks. I stood perfectly still, afraid to move, almost afraid to breathe. Then Sandi hooked one finger in the back of my G-string and gently but firmly pulled it tight. A shiver ran through my entire body as the thin fabric snuggled into my crotch. My knees felt weak and I had to bend over and lean on the massage table to keep from falling. I felt Sandi’s hands on my hips, and as she held me her nails dug slightly into my thighs. Her breath and lips on my bottom soon canceled any apprehension I might have had.
Her fingers worked their way under the sides of my bikini bottom, and as she kissed and nibbled my butt cheeks, she slowly slid off my thong. Then she turned me around and sat me on the massage table. Now we were face-to-face, and the lust in her eyes must have matched my own. She leaned closer and kissed me. Not one of those tentative first-date kisses. Sandi covered my mouth with hers and drove her tongue in until it seemed to wrap around mine. Our arms went around each other. I held on as much to keep from collapsing as with desire. I could feel her pillowlike breasts squeezed tightly against my own.
I didn’t even notice it, but somehow her fingers had unsnapped my bikini top. The small triangles of fabric and string fell away, exposing my tiny tits. To my surprise, my nipples were bigger and redder than I had ever seen them. Immediately, Sandi’s mouth covered my entire left breast while her devilishly red nails went to work on my right. She pinched and bit and sucked and lavished my breasts like no boyfriend had ever done. She knew what a girl likes to feel. My head fell back, and I had a small orgasm. I heard myself moan as goose bumps popped up all over my body.
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
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.
I put more baby oil on my hands and moved them down between my legs. I could smell the combination of my own juices and the oil ever so slightly. My fingers felt cold because my body was so hot. I just started thrusting my fingers in and out of my vagina— but that’s not what makes me come. I need to have my sweet spot gently rolled around, just a little harder with each touch. It felt so good to have my hot body being touched, with the oil helping me feel the pleasure. I came with my own hands deep inside me, feeling the waves of every thrust coming from within. I had to lie there for a few more minutes. I still had waves of pleasure washing over me. There really is no feeling like it.
When I washed my hands, I got out of bed and started to phone you . . . but calling at three o’clock in the morning would have been very rude of me. Do dreams ever really come true?
—B. L., California
Fantasize
Recently I met my biggest challenge—a very sexy male friend who I had dreamed about fucking ever since I laid eyes on him. We had been good friends for several months and enjoyed partying together, but, surprisingly, we never fucked. I had tried coming on to him by grabbing his perfectly curved ass, and I would undress him with my eyes whenever he looked at me. Every night I would fantasize about fucking him. My sex-filled dreams became so explicit and erotic, I woke up one morning in a puddle of pussy juice with my fingers soaked from masturbating during my dream the night before. As I licked the juices off my fingers, I decided that my sex life would remain incomplete unless I fulfilled this fantasy.
One night, while at a party, I left a sexually explicit poetic message on his answering machine. When he arrived at the party, I sweet-talked him into taking me back to his place. He played the message, which said:
Fantasize getting high,
Stripped black lace in your face. . . .
Fantasize naked thighs spread out wide, Tongue inside . . .
Fantasize . . . lick your cock,
Hard as rock,
Balls knock . . .
Fantasize . . .
Pussy wet,
Bodies sweat,
Don’t come yet . . .
Fantasize seducing eyes. . . .
Fuck all night,
Feels so right. . . .
Fantasize me and you
Fantasy coming true.
As he listened to my voice begging for sex on the answering machine, I stripped out of my clothes to expose my body—barely covered in black-lace lingerie. When the message ended, he wrapped my spread legs around his waist and carried me into his bedroom. He lay me down on my back and fed his hard, horny cock to my anxious tongue and lips. I rolled his balls around in my mouth as he stripped the lingerie from my body. When he freed my hands, I sucked his hard cock harder and harder. For the next three hours, he maneuvered my body into the most erotic positions, and we licked every inch of each other’s flesh.