All Talk ...

Preface: Writers tend to be sponges, unconsciously soaking up experiences that they can use in their writing. After I had finished writing this story, and was reading it through, I wondered where I had got the idea for the episode with the popcorn bucket. I have been an avid reader on Lit for far longer than I have been a contributor, and I wondered if I had been inspired by a story here. So I searched for stories tagged with 'popcorn' and there it was - a story by Mick-Carlo called 'Dinner I felt her squirm and jolt as her orgasm juddered through her, and she took her hand away from my cock and closed it over mine between her legs to stop me. Samantha sensed what was happening and her own orgasm soon flooded through her. That was it for me. As soon as I felt Sam tense and wriggle, I let out a huge spurt of cum that landed on my chest, and then more lesser spurts that covered Sam's hand with sticky goo."
"Mmmmm - and what did she do then?"
"She licked it all off, of course. What else could the poor girl eryaman escort do?"
"Well, YOU could have licked it off her hand. That may have been the more gentlemanly thing to do under the circumstances!"
"I guess you're right. Honestly? It all happened so quickly - and I guess I was still in some sort of post-orgasmic haze - that idea simply never occurred to me."
"So was that the start of a beautiful friendship?"
"Ohh - We went out a couple of times, Sam and I, but - oddly - we never had sex again. But I DID see Candy a LOT after that - we were together for quite a while. And had some GREAT sex...."
"I'll let you tell me about that some other time!"
"It'll be my pleasure."
"So now we've shared some real-life stories, how about we tell each other our fantasies. Do you have a recurring fantasy? Something you've never done but always wanted to?"
"Oh yes - I have LOTS of recurring fantasies!"
"Tell me one!"
"No sincan escort - it's YOUR turn. You tell ME your wildest, filthiest fantasy."
"Hmmmm.... OK. I'm not sure it's filthy or wild enough for you, but it's certainly something I think about more often than I'd care to admit. Here goes. First off, this fantasy is about you and me."
"It is?"
"It is! We are in a hotel. As you know, hotel rooms always turn me on. They always make me think of sex. Did I ever tell you about when I checked into a hotel in Athens one time, and there was a couple fucking in the room next door? The rooms in that hotel must have been paper-thin, because we could hear every single thing that was going on."
"Who were you with? I don't think you've ever told me this!"
"Yes I have! I told you that Paul took me to Europe."
"Well, yeah! But I didn't know that involved checking into sleazy hotels in Greece!"
"It wasn't sleazy - just very modern etlik escort and poorly built so it had really thin walls. Anyway, hearing that couple fucking was a total turn-on - Paul and I had some great sex just listening to them... So - hotel rooms have great resonance for me!"
"OK - back to the fantasy!"
"So - we check into the hotel room. It's night. There's a breakfast bar along the back wall. I ask you to kill the lights and open the drapes. Our eyes adjust to the gloom, and the room is kind of full of this pale ambient lighting from outside. We are up on the 5th floor or something, so nobody can really see up into the room, but it still feels kind of daring to have the drapes open. I am wearing those red stiletto heels that you love, and I have painted my fingernails and toenails a matching geranium red."
"Nice!"
"I take off all your clothes, get you completely naked and sit you on a chair. Then I tie your hands behind your back, so that you can't touch yourself - or me! - while we play. Then I do a long slow sexy striptease for you, watching your cock swell and thicken and eventually start to ooze as you watch me.... Then I move your chair to just in front of the breakfast bar. I sit on the edge of the bar, and spread my legs, and fold back my labia so that you can really see deep up into my slippery cunt."