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Fantasy Fulfilment
{FF, FF+F, fant, mast, exhib}
By Alessia Gerini
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Fantasy Fulfilment {FF, FF+F, fant, mast, exhib}
By Alessia Gerini. Copyright 2000
Prologue
Back in my undergraduate days I had to take a long train ride to get to
and from the university. A really boring trip and the train was always so
damn crowded. I used to have to stand most of the time, as to get a seat
one had to be early, but I hardly ever was early. My timetable only gave
me just enough time to catch this one home, that is. Anyway, at least
sometimes a girl would be close enough for me to perv at. I even got to
look down their tops occasionally. Not that I ever really got to see much,
but I would mentally undress them. You know, fantasise about their
bodies, what they'd taste like, whether they would be hot in bed, all that
usual kind of stuff. The trip took about 50 minutes by a one-stop express
and a girl can get hot, sweaty and wet in that time. The worst part of train
rides for me, was, at times being groped. Jezus, guys would grab anything,
and in the crowd one hardly ever knew who it was.
I found a spot near a door that was reasonably safe from these intrusions,
but one that also overlooked the main seating area. The spot was really
for passengers using wheelchairs, but luckily it was hardly ever used,
anyway there are four of these spots inside each doorway. To overcome
the boredom when there was nothing else to look at, I began to amuse
myself on the way home, by holding my bag of books in front of me, then
slipping a hand up my shorter skirts and playing with myself behind the
bag. It got so that I'd wear short skirts, or front buttoning ones, regularly.
Boy did that relieve the boredom.
This little enjoyment did, however, lead me into an interesting saga. I'll
tell you about it.
Chapter 1
A couple of weeks into my second year I noticed a tall, striking woman
who would get on the train and stand opposite me. She gave me a friendly
smile. 'Fair,' I thought, 'not at all bad looking,' returning her smile. She
was very well groomed and she wore expensively-cut tailored business
suits. She had short well-cut auburn hair that showed off her creamy skin
and green eyes. Only in her late twenties, I guessed, as her figure was
firm, and she had clear smooth facial skin. Her suits made it hard to see
her body, but she did have shapely legs.
I was immediately attracted to her. And that smile! It did things to me
and I love those feelings. She regularly got off at the only stop en route.
She always smiled at me before she alighted and I always returned it; it
made me feel special. I liked her a lot and each time she smiled at me,
that gorgeous tingling came over me and made my nipples spring into their
proud position too, hard as pebbles. God, I love those sensations.
It definitely seemed she always had that effect on me and I enjoyed it so
much. It got stronger each time I saw her, to the point that I only had to
see her to become aroused. When she smiled at me I would get so many
heavy tingles, I sometimes thought I might come if she just touched me.
After about three weeks her 'spot' was taken, and then I found her behind
me. She leaned into my ear saying, "Hello, sexy." Her voice, deep and
melodic, sent shivers through me. My body reacted as if she'd smiled at
me. Throughout my aroused, foggy state I thought, what's this *sexy*
business. God, don't tell me she's seen me *playing*.'
When she got off she mouthed, "Good bye Sweetie." and smiled.
Before I thought about it I'd mouthed back, "Bye, see you tomorrow."
For the rest of the trip I fantasized about being with her as my boobs and
groin slowly came down after the effect of her smile. I rushed home and
relieved myself.
She was beautiful and I loved her, well, lusted after her. As I lay awake
that night, I started to wonder about the magic of her smile. I
remembered that each time she smiled at me I got these gorgeous
feelings right through me. Her smile was an instant turn-on. I have been in
love, and have been turned on by my lover's presence, but this was
different. I didn't know this woman, yet she was instantly able to get my
nipples proudly hard and going wet, just by smiling at me. And each time I
saw her smile the sensations were increasingly intense and hitting me
faster, plus I looked forward to seeing her. It was quite strange. Lying
there just thinking about her turned me on, and I found my finger on my
clit getting me off wonderfully.
Wanting to look sexy for her, the next day I wore my, not quite waist-
length top, and front-buttoned full skirt and my briefest bikini panties. I
freshened my make up, perfumed and combed my hair before taking my
spot on the train. She was late. 'God, please let her make it.' I thought.
When I saw her rushing down the passageway, my heart skipped more
than a beat or two.
She took up station behind me again giving me a big smile; I smiled back
while my body beautifully responded to her presence. She spoke softly into
my hair saying just, "Hello," but it as not an ordinary 'hello' somehow she
made it sound erotic.
My knees went weak, my heart rate increased. I managed to say, "Hello,
you nearly missed it." I became very aware of her leaning against me.
"Yes, too close," she breathed into my hair. "I wouldn't have wanted to
miss you, would I?"
Miss me? Surely she meant the train. My body was responding stronger,
more intensely than ever. God, I was a mess of quivering, aroused female
flesh. I loved it. Forgetting my usual game, I raised some courage and
slowly leaned back onto her. Quickly she was onto my new game and
twisted a little to look out of the window, half turning on to me.
'God,' I thought, her breast pressed into my back. It felt great. The cheek
of her buttock was against my hip and waist; that felt good too. She must
have known this because she moved onto me as the train swayed.
Unconsciously I sighed in my pleasure. 'Hell,'" I thought, I hope she didn't
hear that: wrong, she had. She gave a little cough as she slid her hand
under my top to restit just on my waist. 'Oh, god, heaven,' I thought. I
turned my head as far as I could towards her, gasping in a lung full of air
as my knees wobbled.
"You're hand is ... " my voice barely a whisper, "wonderful."
Very carefully, very slowly her hand, so soft on me, moved upwards. I
froze! My back going goosey, nipples hardening, my breathing rate
increasing. This immaculate woman was hitting on me big time, and I was
loving it. I bit my lip as her fingertips touched the underside of my right
breast. She ran her fingertips back and forth, gradually feeling me through
my bra. My heart was now pounding in my chest, and my pussy had started
dampening badly. What should I do. I'm trying to think while I'm getting
more and more aroused. In the meanwhile the fingertips are easing
beneath my underwire. Shit, my boob'll pop out soon. I was scared out of
my brain, but so damn excited. I looked around, nobody was taking much
notice of anything; lots of bored faces, a few chatting.
'Oh, god, it's going,' I whispered to myself.
I heard a muffled giggle next to me, then, "You are a one aren't you?" the
woman said softly.
Just then my bra popped off my breast flicking my nipple as it went.
"Ah, oh, mmmmmmmmm ... " came out of my mouth.
Two or three people looked at me. I pretended nothing had happened but
inside I churned; my panties were now distantly wet. I became flustered,
the woman laughed softly, her fingers running over my aureole and nipple.
It was bloody glorious, but what was I supposed to do, for god sake. I was
scared silly in case anyone saw, but I had almost willed it to happen. Now
my fantasy was happening and I just stood there taking it. I wanted
desperately to turn to her and kiss her everywhere, but I couldn't do that,
not here anyway. She pinched and rolled my nipple between her finger and
thumb, I winced as the pain and the pleasure hit my brain and pussy in
quick succession. It was both exciting and highly erotic, yet scary. I was
terrified of being seen, being caught, being exposed.
My libido is just so strong, sometimes it frightens me. But right now my
lust hadn't yet taken over from my brain, but I knew it would if this kept
up much longer. I quickly decided to wait until she got off at her station.
She did it again, I nearly dropped my bag of books, as I slammed my hand
over my mouth stifling my groan. As scared as I was, the thrill was
fantastic. I wanted more time with her doing this to me. I was starting to
dribble a little down my legs. I reckoned twice more and I'd lose it. Her
stop was close now. Her fingers quickly moved to my other breast, flicking
my bra off my boobs and she squeezing my left nipple.
'Oh, god, damn it,' I murmured, I was hers, I thought through my hazy-
eyed, aroused self. Once more was going to be enough to send me to the
'I'll do anything' mode.
The train was stopping, she said, "Follow me." It wasn't an order 'voice'
but a request. I was in no condition to refuse, god, I wanted to go, so I
did. She made a passageway to the train's door and I followed her onto
the platform when she alighted. She went into the ladies restroom. I
followed.
She said, calmly and quietly, "Take your bra and your panties off and give
them to me." I complied.
She stuffed them into her shoulder bag. She then stunned me completely
by taking off her own. I gaped at her, mouth open.
She said softly, "Come with me."
Dumbstruck, I followed, she let me catch up and wordlessly we walked,
side by side, down a moderately busy street, shops and small boutiques
down each side. An expensive shopping district.
Now slightly calmer, I found my voice asking, "Who are you?"
She reassured me, "Alessia, my name is Angelina and you have a 'mission'
. I'll explain soon. We are almost there."
How come did she know my name? What did she want from me. Why no
undies?" Questions, so many questions running through my head, but
somehow I knew that if I waited, all would be revealed. I was not scared,
but felt an unprecedented sexual excitement building in me. I had
reckoned that this was ultimately going to be erotic but ... The questions
persisted.
She took me by the hand and led me into a coffee shop. Of course I
followed her in, and we went to a cubicle at the rear of the shop, where
the lighting was subdued and with distinctly cosy ambience. We shuffled
around in the seat, so that we were side by side at the rear of the booth.
By now I was so aroused, but also intrigued almost beyond endurance.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Alessia, patience." Before I formulated a question her, hand went to my
neck, her soft long fingers playing over my skin just below my hairline. My
spine arched as I quivered in anticipation. God, what next?. Her other hand
went to my knee causing me to draw a deep breath as my nipples shot
into their stiffest, proud selves once again.
"Angelina, I can call you that?" I asked in a quavering voice. "What is my
mission?" She picked up on that quaver in my voice. "Why me?"
She was softly spoken and explained, "Alessia, we are a small group of
women."
"How do you know my name?" I bravely broke in.
"Research. As I was saying, I recruit new members. Do you want to find
out more?" she asked.
"Y..yes," I stuttered.
"But you want to know why you, right?"
"Well, yes."
"For starters, because you are lesbian, and we only need women like you."
"How can you be sure of that?" I asked defensively.
"Oh Alessia, if you were not, you would have at least protested by now. Or
perhaps you could be bisexual, but I know otherwise. I have powers,
powers that tell me these things amongst others."
"I ... you seemed to know from the first time I saw you on the train that I
liked you, but I hadn't guessed that you knew I was lesbian." I said
looking at her in a new light. "Does this mean you are too?"
"Yes I am, and I lead a sort of club here."
My mind, distracted by her touch, didn't then question her further, but
knew that I must sometime soon. Her slender fingers found my ear lobe,
and she had moved her mouth closer to my other ear as she was speaking
to me. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I put them on the table,
then propped up my chin with my hand under it to face her better. A
younger woman came from nowhere and slid in beside me. She was a very
attractive, brown-eyed, honey blonde, well groomed and carried a very
sexy smile. She wore a cut off T-shirt but well done, not a sloppy look at
all, and a short skirt.
Angelina introduced me to Ingrid. I lowered my hand to the table so I was
able to converse with both women. Ingrid seemed highly excited, saying to
Angelina, "I have my mission drafted for you to see."
Angelina grinned widely at both of us. As my tingles came I saw that
Ingrid was effected also. Angelina's fingers moved under my top over my
shoulders. It seemed to be a signal as Ingrid looked into my eyes,
interlocking her fingers in mine on the table. She felt good.
"I have my mission figured out." she said again.
"Good, Ingrid, I'll go through it with you when I've seen to Alessia. Please
stay with us."
Not waiting for an answer Angelina said to me, "If you want me to I will help
you, to accomplish your wildest fantasies, whatever they are, although there
are some caveats, the major one is that you cannot include non-consensual acts.
But you may be devious and seduce."
"You mean my sexual fantasies?" I spluttered.
"Yes, of course." Ingrid chipped in.
"You do have some don't you?" Angelina cooed. "Like right now; what do
you want?"
I actually desperately wanted to come in that coffee shop, even if I let out
Meg Ryan 'When Harry Met Sally' noises.
I said, "Remember the coffee shop scene in 'When Harry Met Sally', well, right
now, my fantasy is to really orgasm in a similar scenario."
I looked at them both a little coyly, but neither were even slightly fazed,
and were, it seemed, waiting for more. So I continued, "My fantasies are
mostly exhibitionist. Like um ... walking out of the ocean at a crowed beach
stark naked. Or, making love to somebody in a very public place. Stuff like that."
"Well," Angelina grinned, "That shouldn't be a problem, those are common fantasies.
If you join us we can help you devise plans that accomplish these things while
minimizing the risks, and gradually raising the stakes to greater fulfillment,
until you feel free enough to allow your fantasies take you anywhere you
want to go."
"That sounds like too much. I couldn't do a lot of the things I think about,"
I grinned.
"Maybe not now, but the question is, do you want to take the next step and learn
how to play out your fantasies 'safely'?" Angelina became serious in tone, but her
eyes kept shining and her mischievous smile continued when I didn't immediately reply.
"I can help you with your "When Harry Met Sally." fantasy, now, if you give me
permission."
"Oh, yes please," I said. almost instinctively. Angelina smiled
and I noticed Ingrid grin.
"Ok, Alessia, put both hands face down on the tablecloth, move forward
on your seat and sit up straight." Excited by her smile and the unknown,
I did as requested.
Angelina leaned to my ear saying quieting, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
She kissed my ear breathing in it, then ringing it with her tongue's tip
sending goosebumps down my back. I involuntarily arched my back and drew a
quick breath. Angelina was on my right, and she slipped her right hand
under my top on to my bare waist again. She slid her soft fingers and palms
over my tummy, gradually moving it again. I guessed what was coming; the
excitement must have been written all over my flushed face. I was aware of
Ingrid watching me. I had not experienced a near stranger being so intimate,
and I was very aware or my reactions. It was exciting. I desperately tried
to keep a straight face while my body and mind were sending glorious signals
back and forth.
I looked around to see if anybody was looking. No, thank god,
that fear of being seen was still strong in me, but strangely, now it was
very much a part of the thrill and was a turn-on in itself. Sitting up straight
allowed my top to fall away from my torso, but my breasts were being
approached from below by that wonderfully smooth hand. I asked myself,
'Would she really ...?' Then her fingers touched the sensitive undersides of
my breasts which were now, of course, bare.
Shit, she is. She is going to touch my breasts, and the sensations swept
over me. Only a few people had gone past, but they had been there, and they
could have seen. They would see this. My god, her hand was fantastic as it now
cupped one breast after the other. I couldn't help it, my breathing increased.
Her expert fingers ran around my aureole, and now rock-hard nipples. She got
my left nipple between her middle fingers, palm underneath, and squeezed
and pulled. The unbelievably wonderful sensation went straight to my
pussy, that somehow, had got itself wetter than a sliced watermelon. My
labia had swollen and I became acutely aware of the throbbing within it.
Angelina, leaned close again, brushing her lips on my cheek as she spoke
close into my ear, "Do you mind if Ingrid helps me?"
At this stage anyone in the coffee shop could have helped for all I cared.
Gasping for air I nodded, "Yes," swallowed quickly so as not to let out
the moans and groans I wanted to. I looked at Ingrid. Ingrid had a Cheshire
cat smile on her face.
Angelina spoke across me to Ingrid asking her if she would slip her
hands under the table and, "Fix sweet Alessia up from down there."
Mind racing, pulse racing, gasping for air I desperately clamped my mouth
shut, knowing that with such sensitive boobs, any more stimulation,
especially of my now highly sensitised pussy, and I would quickly reach the
point of no return and loose control. The terror of being caught was now
not lost on me, but added to the intensity of the extraordinary pleasure
Angelina was inflicting on me with just her hand. Just then Ingrid's hand
slid up my inner thigh. 'Mmmm', god no. I bit hard on my lip and wished for
her to slide right in deeply and thumb my clitoris. But no, she barely
touched my labia. Very gently she parted my legs until they were pressing
hard up against hers and Angelina's legs. Each of them put their legs over
mine, hooking their feet behind, locking my legs apart. Each of them pulled
my skirt up so that even I could see my pussy. I looked down, my labia
had stretched just slightly apart, swollen and the bright pinkness inside
exposed a little. I was totally vulnerable to them now.
Seeing myself like that while being at their mercy, I found so sexy, but I
suddenly realised that if anybody came past they had to be able to see me
totally exposed. I guessed that being so sexually excited had stopped me
caring but, yes, I would have been so acutely embarrassed, I would have died
with shame. The thrill of this in my mind contradicted my normal reactions.
Both were running their fingers slowly, softly up and down the sensitive skin,
over my inner thighs. After this teasing for a few minutes, the fingers started
brushing over my vulva. Each time their fingers got near, they just brushed
over it, getting closer and closer to my gaping outer labia. My wetness had
increased to, I'm sure, an oozing. I'm certain I could feel my juices flowing
down to my butt. The fingers started lingering there longer and longer. I
was certain my juices had to be dripping on the floor. My juice's aroma was
becoming more obvious, more pervasive. I find the fragrance of pussy juice
highly erotic, highly arousing, even my own, especially my own. God,
anybody walking past must be able to pick it up, oh no, oh god, yes, wow
smell me like this, to breathe it in.
It's unbelievable. Angelina starting to run her middle finger up and down,
between my labia, barely inserting it. I tried to thrust at her finger ... no
chance ... I, oh, jeez, I ... my boobs ached, my pussy was ready to explode,
but my clit hadn't been touched even then. Angelina and Ingrid both were
working my labia, running along the inside to wet their fingers. I was on fire;
each stoke, as gentle as they were, shot straight to my clit, my nipples, my
brain, right through all of me. I desperately tried to stay in control, to be
aware, to remember this right to the end, though I just wanted to lose myself
in the pleasure of it all. The teasing, the exquisite pleasure was almost
unbearable. I had lost much of any useful vision, my eyes totally glazed over.
I had not yet yelled out, but oh god, what absolute bliss my ultimate orgasm
would be. My breathing had become erratically fast pants. A finger pressed against,
my lips, it was wet. I opened my mouth, the finger covered my tongue.
The musky, aromatic taste told me it was my own juice. I greedily sucked
it, then another, a third. To me, my taste has always been such a delicious
turn-on, I love it. Angelina and Ingrid were also sucking their fingers with
relish.
It became obvious to me that two sets of fingers were giving me this sumptuous
snack and glorious pleasure. The fingers were now entering me, but avoiding
contact with my clitoris, for all but an occasional wondrous brush. Were they
trying to break me? I didn't know, I didn't care, I had to have release. I had
to orgasm, now, now, oh now, please. I couldn't think of anything else.
Two or three fingers suddenly plunged into my deep, tight cavern, sliding on my
juices until they could go no further. Then out, then again plunging into me.
Oh my dear, sweet pussy became the centre of everything. After how many deep
insertions that I can hardly manage to recall clearly, the plunging fingers
twisted so the thumb came in contact with my strained, viscously throbbing,
bean-like clitoris. The thumb, not hard but still twisting firmly, exquisitely
giving pleasure. My world was pure pleasure in its extreme. My juices gushed,
or at least, it seemed that way to me, as the wave after wave of pure pleasure
rushed through me, over me. I lost control completely, my back had bucked me
back and forth as my body stiffened and twitched with each wave. This
was what I loved most, the glorious totality, the take-over of the of an
orgasm, or more precisely, multiple orgasms.
The orgasmic waves gradually subsided. I found my face on the table, while gorgeous,
smooth hands ran over my back, sides and breasts. As I stated to regain a sense
of whereabouts, and as I sat back against the seat, I found myself being
kissed all over my face.
As my eyes opened I saw Angelina with a straight, but loving look, asking me if I
was all right.
After such a fantastic orgasmic experience? "All right, you ask, no, I don't feel
all right. I feel fantastic. Give me a moment to get my breath back, and then
I'll have another, please."
I heard the two giggle as I carefully checked to see if anybody was looking.
Angelina then spoke in a very serious tone and I turned my head to look directly
at her, "Alessia, I am going to offer you membership to our club. It is, you
will understand, exclusive and secretive. You may join a few of us for coffee
now, then give me your answer tomorrow. Understood? But also understand this,
there are rules about secrecy and a few less serious ones, such as never wearing
your underwear in here."
"Can I answer now?" I asked laughing.
"No," Angelina said with a smile, "you will tell us tomorrow after you hear
the rules. Come on girls, coffee and cake for all."
Another three lovely women appeared, sliding into the seat around the table.
I wondered whether they had watched. My god, I was becoming aroused again at
the thought.
END PART ONE
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