Fantasy Fulfilled

After starting a graduate job in the City, I am back home for my first break at Christmas, and have just celebrated a very boozy reunion with my best friends. Hearing their comic tales of sexual exploits with real adult males made me realise how much I have missed out on by being in a long-distance relationship. The inevitable end of it had left me heartbroken and I had embraced celibacy; only to have my libido reignited tonight with the lewd details shared by my friends.

I clamber out of my Uber and enter my childhood home, thoughts of a languid and lusty soak in the tub make me sneak into the house and tread stealthily up the stairs. I want to avoid the posy of my brother’s friends in the living room being in no mood for boisterousness.

Entering my bedroom, and locking the door behind me, I instruct Alexa to put on romantic ballads and strip out of my clothes and into my bath robe. Humming to myself, I walk into the bathroom and it immediately lifts my spirits up.

To ensure I return to the nest often, my parents had surprised me my remodelling the bathroom as a congratulatory present for my first job. The result is my version of paradise - the black corner Jacuzzi is big enough to accommodate two people and has a low curved seating lining two sides. The bathroom walls are an ocean blue, bright yet soothing; and the ceiling is a canopy of miniature LED lights over an inky purple to mimic the starry skies.

I turn on the taps and pour in a generous helping of bubble bath; as I sit waiting, my tipsy mind starts to recall the naughty stories shared by my friends. Grabbing my iPad from the dresser, I navigate to a popular free porn site, in a misguided attempt to find something that would scratch this particular carnal itch, but the tasteless graphics have an unfortunate polar effect (as they usually do).

I give up the fruitless searching and am about to get into to the bath when I realise that I am parched and need some water. I venture down to the kitchen in my robe, and as I am fetching a bottle; I hear his wonderful voice floating through the corridor. Theo – my brother’s best friend and my first true love. How I had crushed over him much to my parent’s amusement and thankfully, coyly enough for my brother and Theo to remain unaware.

Smiling to myself with passions reignited, I dawdle back up the stairs and dreamily enter the bathroom. Only the starry ceiling lights are on, leaving a soft glow; giving my eyes a minute to adjust to the dimness, I shrug off my robe and slide in the now full tub.

The water is deliciously hot; steamy, wispy vapours on the surface add a mysterious touch. The lavender essence of the bubble bath starts to deliver, and I start to truly unwind for the first time in months.

Thoughts drift to the Theo’s terrific torso that I had spied on when he played shirtless football in the garden. That is all the inspiration I need, eyeing the showerhead and pulling it towards me, I point it at my neck and turn on the cold water. It is a pleasant contradiction from the hot water in the tub and my nipples respond by puckering-up.

Pushing myself to sit up on the step, I position my legs against the tub walls so I can lift up my hips when I want to direct the water to my pudendum in search of sweet release. My body is already responding to the showerhead, it has been months of celibacy of all kinds and I am clearly craving the ministrations.

Slowly, I start to tease myself by lowering the showerhead to my now exposed breasts and gasp loudly when the cold water touches my taut nipples. Adjusting the temperature to a more comfortable warm, I lower it still and start to move it around my hips and thighs, amplifying the yearning of my pudendum. I start to fantasize of Theo walking in on me, and seeing me in this state, being helpless to his desires and me finally getting to feel his hands on my body: caressing, taunting, teasing.

My breathing is getting heavier and my resistance is starting to wane, I reach down with my left hand and spread my lips open, baring my clitoris and slowly starting to flick the showerhead towards it.

The water sashaying over it starts inching me closer and closer to an orgasm. I want to build up the pressure for a huge release so I keep the oscillating motions up; the blood is ringing in my ears, low moans are escaping me and I am starting to shake with wanton pleasure.

It’s no wonder that I doesn’t register my name being called, or the footsteps that approach, I just sense the man standing there. At first, I think that my present fantasy about Theo is taking a 3D form thanks to the wine consumed, and continue to indulge myself. However, a few seconds later, realisation hits that there is in fact someone in the doorway; horror, dismay and humiliation follow in quick succession.

I make the best of the situation, and drop the showerhead and snap my knees shut. This seems to wake Theo up from his stupor and he rapidly executes a 180-degree turn.

“Can I help you?” I say with the hope that I am denoting a tone of insouciance and my voice is not trembling with acute embarrassment.

“I thought no one was home as I didn’t know you were back, and I heard music playing and water running; both the doors were ajar so I came in to check everything was all right. I called your name and got no answer. And well then...” he swallows visibly and trails off.

“Well, that’s a very feasible explanation. I certainly must remember to lock door before getting into the bath”.

“Ah yes, definitely must… especially when…. you’re relaxing as you were. So, I’ll just leave then.”

The two speeches have clearly sapped his concentration, I can tell he’s finding it very hard to focus as he’s still stood statue-like in the bathroom. The image of me writhing in pleasure is clearly all too fresh; and I decide to throw caution in the wind and go for the ultimate thrill of having a forbidden fruit.

If he wasn’t going to be attracted to me now, enticed enough to forget that I was his best friend’s younger sister; he never would be.

“How about you join me for a bath instead?” ; I keep my tone deliberately casual, as if I am asking him to join me for a cup of tea in the garden, instead of insanity that I am proposing.

A tightening of the gorgeous shoulders, and an “Excuse me?” in an incredulous tone is what I get in return. Pulling myself further out of the tub so he gets a full view of my breasts dripping with water should he turn around, I repeat myself – loudly, and with more confidence.

He turns around and meets my eyes, he can see his passion and hunger mirrored in mine. I can sense the conflicting emotions he is feeling, but I can also see the tightness of his crotch which indicates he is intrigued and interested.

“We can’t. I can’t. Your brother would never forgive me.”

“My brother doesn’t ever have to know.”

“You’re my best friend’s younger sister. It’s wrong.”

“I am only two years younger than you, and how is it wrong if we’re both consenting adult engaging in some innocent fun.” He tilts his head to one side, but doesn’t say a word; I soldier on – it’s now or never after all.

“I know what I am doing. What harm can it do? It’s not like either of us will tell him, and truth be told, I was thinking of you, as I have been doing since I have been touching myself when I discovered what masturbation is.”

I am now rubbing my nipples, giving him my best come-hither look, and praying his thought processes will be hindered by the blood being in his and not in his head.

He stands there, closes his eyes and I can’t tell what he makes of this confession, but, thankfully, lust and passion prevail, and he slowly opens his eyes, grins at me and my heart starts to pound ever harder.

“You are right on many accounts, but it doesn’t feel completely legitimate either. However, I am also not strong enough to turn down a beautiful, naked woman asking me to join her in a tub. This can only be a one-time thing, a festive treat shall we say.”

He lifts his pyjama top over his head, and exposes his well-defined abs. He pulls his pyjama bottoms down and his springs out and I can’t help but do a double take at the sheer size of it.

Chocked with lust, not trusting myself to speak, I lift my eyebrows at him and make a rotating gesture with my finger, he takes his cue and does a slow turn; showing off his body, mesmerising me completely.

He’s truly a beautiful specimen of a man. His muscles are tight and skin is unblemished, not an inch of fat on him. His butt is perfection, taut and high, perfectly rounded and the desire to bite it and kiss it starts to pulsate through me, but I am careful to play it cool and say nothing save “Not too bad for an old guy”.

Laughing at the provocation, he climbs into the tub and comes and stands in front of me with his erect penis conveniently near my mouth.

Now, I am the one who picks up on his hint and gives his perfect a teasing lick. His body immediately responds by tightening further and he moves in closer.

I take his in my hands, and wrap my lips around it and start to move up and down, taking care to lubricate it with my saliva.

My ministrations aren’t enough, he takes control by placing his hands around my head and gently directing me to what he enjoys – the tempo, the suction, the angel.

I stare up at him, not breaking eye contact as I suck on his girthy . I have taken in as much of it as I can; anymore and I will be gagging. I am trepiditious to note that he is only half in, and I shiver with the nervousness of how my vagina will handle him. He doesn’t need to know but I am still fairly inexperienced, having been with only one man since school and all through university.

Almost as if he can sense the trajectory of my thoughts. He stops me, and then sits in the tub and gestures me closer, I stride on top of him and we lean towards each other and start to kiss.

We are gentle with each other at first, lightly kissing, oddly after the intensity and erotica of the blow-job. Our passions take over, and the kiss deepens; our arms envelop one another in a tight embrace. Pure skin on skin contact with heightened sensations thanks to the water. His tongue starts to tease mine more and we are kissing with a teenage fervour, our hands now running up and down our soapy and wet bodies.

His penis is throbbing under me, we’re grinding hard against each other. We break apart, breathing heavily, passion shining in our eyes. The connection between us is intense and magnetic, no words are needed, our desire does the talking and acting for us.

He puts his hands under my buttocks and gives me a little lift, I straddle his hips and angel myself so I can feel the tip of penis by the entrance to my vagina. We both pause and look straight into each other’s eyes – silently, I push down just as Theo thrusts up, our combined efforts push his big penis in my tight passage. He groans and I gasp as my vagina is shocked by the gigantic intrusion. He continues to slide into me an inch at a time, giving my body a chance to adapt to his girth.

When he is fully in me, he pulls me closer and starts to kiss me deeply, this spurs me on, and I start to move up and down his shaft.

The water is more turbulent than a sea in the midst of a storm, it’s spilling over the sides and the splashing momentarily distracts us from our reverie, and we both pause and exchange a smile. The moment is over, and we’re engrossed in our carnal exchange again.

I was already charged up before he caught me, the suddenness and intensity of events since, are spiralling me closer and closer to an orgasm. Within a few minutes of me gyrating on him, I explode in a loud orgasm, my back arching high and then crumbling onto him with my arms around his shoulders whilst my heart thuds and the breathing becomes less raspy.

I push against his chest and sit up, silently, I lean back till he is fully out of me. I turn around and crawl up to the bath-step, exposing my arse to him, looking back, I give him a suggestive smile. He doesn’t need more encouragement than that, he follows suit and is soon kneeling behind me. I am waiting and expecting for him to put his penis inside me again, which is why I am stunned into stillness when I feel his tongue running over my arse line; it’s a new sensation for me, uncomfortable at first as I feel terribly exposed; but the gentleness with which he is licking me, along with his appreciative hums loosen me up and soon I am swaying back and forth, and trembling and moaning like I’ve never before. The alien sensations completely take over my body, I am not in any kind of control.

Then, he uses his finger to circle my clitoris and places his thumb on the entrance to my vagina, he continues licking me – and the trifecta sends me into a second explosive orgasm. My body is still shaking, barely recovering from the violent orgasm. I am a bundle of nascent sensations, my head is swimming.

He glides his penis into the drenched folds of my pudendum, and starts to move with a more intense rhythm that before. I can sense he is at the brink of his control, and that thought excites me. I can’t believe when my body starts to react again, I start to moan; I am begging for release, entranced by my own reactions. As he starts to groan and I feel his testicles tighten against the back of my arse, I feel myself hurling into a third orgasm, which sends my nether regions into shock waves, and he finally has his own noisy and explosive orgasm and collapses on me.

We’re both panting, we turn around and move apart, breathing heavily and sit on the adjacent steps. No words are needed but our eyes and expressions say it all. We both know this will not be the last time, and we both know this comes with risks and secrets. Our breathing becomes less laboured, and we are staring at each other; and we both stiffen at the familiar sound of a door creaking.

As if on cue, we hear footsteps, and my brother’s voice comes floating through the door – “Ruby, are you decent? Can I come in? I am just going up to bed now and saw the door ajar so thought I would come in and say good night.”

We both freeze, I stare into Theo’s eyes, grin sardonically as I call back “Not decent bro, be out in a minute if you hang on”.

What will happen next, I do not know; but I need more of him and of that I am sure.