The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (16 page)

Ruth, age 35
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
Degree
Health and Safety Manager
East Midlands, UK

My fantasy is written as a short story. My lover Carl and I are
in Paris. It's a cold day, and when he comes to pick me up from
my apartment he devours me hungrily with his eyes, taking
in my knee-high black leather boots, tightly fitted black poloneck
top, straight black skirt that ends a couple of inches above
my knee, my black stockings, my long camel-coloured woollen
coat, and my long blonde hair curling around my face and over
my shoulders. I know he is envisaging the tops of my stockings
edged in lace, the fine black satin-and-lace panties and bra
that I have on, and the matching suspender belt. He leans in
towards me as if to kiss me but stops before he touches my
lips. Bending slightly, he slowly runs his hand up the inside of
my skirt, up my leg from the top of my boot, savouring the
sensation of the change from leather to nylon to skin, finally
bringing his hand up to the satin of my panties, letting his
thumb rest over my sensitive bud and his fingers over my
pussy. I moan lightly and he smiles, knowing he could take
me right now if he so chooses. He kisses me lightly and takes
his hand away.

Today we are going lingerie shopping to a small but elite
boutique in the Latin Quarter, where I have a private account.
They sell the most exquisitely beautiful lingerie in all of Paris
and they provide a service whereby they close the shop for
private viewings for account customers. On our arrival at the
shop, the owner, Brigitte, closes the door behind us, locking it
and putting up a sign discouraging other shoppers. I know her
well, but this is Carl's first visit with me and I see that he is
taken aback by her elegance and stunning beauty, and I
remember the breathtaking effect she had on me when I first
met her. She is tall, slim, graceful, and immaculately dressed
in an ivory silk long-sleeved blouse, a straight black pencil skirt
to the knee, flesh-coloured stockings, and high-heeled black
shoes. Her hair is a rich chestnut colour and is tied back in a
smooth pleat. Her eyes are green and dance with delight as
she welcomes us to her domain, kissing us warmly on each
cheek.

Brigitte takes our coats from us and I see her favourably
appraise my lover, taking in his long legs, tall 6' 2" frame, broad
chest and shoulders, dark colouring and lovely brown eyes. I
smile, content to be there with such a sexy man.

We are told that the shop is ours for the rest of the afternoon.
We spend a leisurely hour looking around, choosing our
favourite items among the delicate, the sensual, and the most
overtly sexual of undergarments. We choose twelve sets in total
and other items that we find sexy including French knickers,
stockings, suspenders, tights, corsets and basques.

We are then taken over to the changing room, which is large
and mirrored and has a thick cream carpet and sumptuous
drapery hanging in ivory, gold and deep red. We're shown to
a large leather sofa and given rich coffee to drink. I can see
Carl looking around in wonder at our fine surroundings,
unaware of the lovely show that is about to unfold. I have not
told him that part of the service is that everything we choose
is modelled for us so that we can both sit back and decide. I
have seen this many times and it's always a pleasantly arousing
experience, so I look forward to the effect it's going to have on
him. However, I instantly realise that we are getting a little
extra service today as Brigitte brings all the garments in and
slowly begins to undress. The change of clothing is not normally
carried out in front of the customer. My beautiful man looks
at me and smiles in a way that lets me know he is agreeably
surprised. I can only nod as I'm also slightly taken aback, realising
that we are in for a real treat.

Something in the mood is di-erent today; usually Brigitte
and I make idle conversation while she undresses behind a
curtain, but today, as she unhurriedly removes her blouse and
skirt, she locks eye contact with both of us, smiling slightly,
none of us saying a word. She stands before us in her beautiful
ivory silk patterned bra and brief waterfall French knickers
and gracefully bends to remove her shoes and stockings. Then
she slowly removes her bra to reveal small but perfectly shaped
pert breasts with mid-brown erect nipples. On removing her
panties, she stands to her full height in front of us and pauses,
letting us clearly see that she is cleanly shaven, before retrieving
the first of the items she's to try on for us. I have my hand
resting on Carl's muscular thigh and as I feel the material of
his trousers move, I realise that the vision of this stunning
woman is as arousing for him as it is for me. He can't take his
eyes off her, and he finds the fact that she hasn't stopped gazing
at me so erotic. He looks at me then and notices that I too am
looking directly at her; he sees that my lips are slightly parted
and I'm gently biting the corner of my lower lip, my breathing
a little more rapid than normal.

He turns his attention back to Brigitte as she reaches for the
first of the garments – a gorgeous satin-and-lace set in coffee
and ivory. Once she's fully dressed, complete with matching
suspender belt, stockings and shoes, she then walks towards
us and stands a little way in front so that we can admire the
e-ect of the rich material against her faultless skin. Then,
turning away, she returns to the centre of the room and lets
us admire her from a distance.

With every change of luxurious lingerie, she slowly and
tantalisingly removes each item and pauses for us to take in
her perfect frame before adorning herself with another item.
As she approaches to show us the lingerie, each time she's
standing closer and closer. She is now not only looking at me,
but spending long moments gazing at Carl too. The grace of
her movements and her unfaltering stare is truly hypnotic and
we are both spellbound. I can feel my nipples harden and my
pussy is aching with desire at the sight of such elegant beauty.
Her eyes drop briefly to his crotch and I see them twinkle as
she notes his trousers are straining where his hardened cock
is desperate to be set free.

When she has worked her way through all the items, she
puts our final choice on: a very sheer white bra and panties
edged with white satin. The e-ect against her olive skin is
incredible. She makes her way towards us, feline in her movements,
until she's standing so close that her knee is touching
mine. She reaches down and takes my hand and gently pulls
me towards her, encouraging me to feel the garments she's
wearing and look more closely at them. I run my fingers over
the sheer fabric, over the top line of the panties and dropping
my fingers until they are an inch above where her beautiful
sex slit begins. Moving up her body, I run my finger along the
bottom of the bra, stopping in the middle of her breast and
then running my thumb upwards over her fully erect nipple.
With my other hand I caress her neckline, reaching around to
the back of her hair, releasing it from its tidy pleat and letting
her lush thick mane fall down around her shoulders. She puts
her hand into my hair and pulls my face towards her, stopping
briefly to look at my sexy lover; she then turns back towards
me and kisses me deeply. Carl looks at us frozen in place, struck
by the contrast of me clad entirely in black against her in the
finest, flimsiest, pure white lingerie. The contrast is staggering
and his proud cock twitches uncontrollably.

Slowly this divine creature pulls away from me, leading me
by the hand and beckoning for him to follow us. She takes us
over to one side of the dressing room, where behind one of the
heavy curtains is a hidden door. She opens it and we follow
her through. We find ourselves in an opulent bedroom, with a
large bed at its centre made up with ivory satin sheets. The
room also boasts several comfortable chairs and sheer chi-on
hanging all around the walls, softening the edges and making
it feel like a dreamscape.

She leads me over to the middle of the room next to the bed
and slowly begins removing my clothes, kissing each part of
my flesh that's being exposed as she works her way down my
body. Finally we are standing together only in our lingerie,
hers so pure and white and mine so black, and we kiss intensely,
our tongues fucking and gently biting each other's lips, our
breath shallow and our skin deliciously warm on each other.
We lie on the bed together and continue kissing, hands running
over each other's bodies. She pulls away from me slowly and
we both turn to look at my man – he needs no more invitation
and immediately begins to remove his clothes until he's naked.
We see his beautifully engorged cock, and Brigitte moans
delightedly when he joins us on the bed. The three of us spend
a long time kissing and touching, with Carl slowly removing
our undergarments, tasting and licking us as he does so.

Gently, Brigitte and I lay Carl back on the pillows, and
between us we begin to cover his body with our mouths,
working our way towards his lovely thick long cock. My mouth
is already desperate to taste him and eager to lick away the
pre-come that I can see oozing from the end of his delicious
shaft. Together she and I lick his length slowly, delectably
making our way up to the swollen purple head. Our lovely
friend then moves back down Carl's shaft to concentrate on
licking and suckling on his balls, while I take the shiny head
of his dick into my mouth and watch as his eyes involuntarily
roll backwards in absolute delight. She and I continue to please
him, changing positions, but continually ensuring he's licked
and sucked into a frenzy. We perform on him very slowly and
deliberately, making his orgasm as prolonged as possible, until
eventually Brigitte slides him into her mouth. Fucking her
beautiful face, he can hold back no longer and shoots his hot
cream deep into her throat. She pulls away and comes to me,
kissing me deeply, sharing with me Carl's warm salty juices,
letting me taste his sexiness and making me long for so much
more.

Leaving him to luxuriate in his orgasmic glow, she and I fall
to the bed together beside him, still kissing before I pull away
and turn myself slowly around, kissing the length of her beautiful
body until I reach her musky, moist sex. I can't wait to
have her and I immediately bury my face in her cunt, making
her moan deeply. She follows my lead and slides her rigid
tongue into my soaking inner hole, but I tell her to take it easy
and not to let me come. My handsome man raises himself on
his elbow beside us and watches as we tongue-fuck each other's
pussies right in front of him and he delicately strokes our skin,
mesmerised by the act of sensual passionate love between us.
Working on her lips and tight hole with my fingers and licking
and sucking her clit, I take my time and gradually I bring her
to an intense climax.

As we finish I can feel Carl's cock alert again, prodding and
twitching against my back. I feel a desperate need to have him
filling my wet sex slit and, slowly pulling him to the edge of
the bed, I have him sit there while I turn my back on him and
lower myself backwards onto his once-again hard length. He
opens his legs, making mine spread even wider; as he does so
Brigitte kneels between my man's knees and begins to lick my
clit as I slide slowly up and down his rock-hard shaft. He reaches
around and tenderly fondles my breasts while she works at
my clitoris, and his cock twitches uncontrollably as I move on
top of him. My orgasm isn't long in coming and, as I climax,
my juices flow freely downwards from me, soaking his balls.
Brigitte bends further and licks and sucks my lover's balls,
taking in all my come while I fuck him harder, gathering speed
and thrusting more deeply. It's not long before his hot salty
love juice explodes deep inside me.

Our hostess raises herself from her knees and helps me to
stand with her, again kissing me and running her hands over
my ample tits and curves. I leave her standing, but pull Carl
from the bed to kneel in front of her while I circle around
behind her and also drop to my knees. Once there he doesn't
waste any time in starting to work on her shaven wet sex; her
lips are swollen and her bud enlarged. I separate her lovely
arse cheeks and with my tongue begin to trace a line down
the crack of her bum over her butthole and down towards her
sex, where I find Carl's tongue busily at work. I work my way
back up to her lovely tight asshole and begin running my
tongue around the edge and then I push my tongue inside her
deepest, most intimate, depths. She moans and bucks on top
of us, her hot juices running from her as my lover concentrates
on her clit, holding her lips apart with his fingers, and I slide
two fingers inside her dripping pussy, tongue-fucking her arse.
Her climax is long and noisy as she grinds on top of us, her
hair dangling in tendrils around her lovely sweaty face, being
more fully fucked than ever before. Her legs tremble and give
way, and the three of us fall to the floor, panting and replete
in post-sexual pleasure.

As we leave Brigitte we tell her that we'll take all of the
items she's shown to us, and she assures me they will be delivered
to my apartment the next day.

Carl and I walk back out into the cold day. Still hot from the
arousal of our afternoon, we are on a high. But I still feel as if
it ended without one final burst for either of us so, dragging
him down the side of a building, I tell him I'm going to fuck
him again. Instantly his cock leaps to attention and, out of
sight of the road, he lifts me, pinning me against the wall,
yanking my skirt up to my thighs. Ripping my panties from
me, he releases his beautiful length and buries his cock in me
harder and deeper than before, pumping away at my cunt like
he never has before. Our climaxes come fast and furious, borne
of extreme arousal, need and desperation.