Claire's Fantastic Journey Pt. 01

This is a work of fiction, and all people named in the story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 1

1

Around 5:30 PM, Claire left the bookstore where she had worked for the past five years and made her way home to prepare for the evening. She was a small, pretty, and slightly plumpish blond girl with a pleasant, round, friendly face. A bonny girl, as they say in North England. A little overweight perhaps, but it was something she easily compensated for with her chatty, energetic, pleasant and outgoing nature. According to all her mates, she truly was a real firecracker of a girl, bubbly and full of fun and spirit. Young at heart, they always said, but most of all, a heart of gold.

Claire's only problem was that she was a little insecure with her relationships. Of course, at the age of 35, she had been in a few, but the men had always finished by leaving her brokenhearted. She was just too naive, her friends always told her, and men were swines-well the usual sort of clichés. But it was in Claire's nature to be an optimist, and she wasn't desperate yet, she just wanted to see what life had planned for her and make the most of it. And above all, she loved talking and being around people. So in any case, if something didn't work out, it was no problem, and there was absolutely no hurry. She had plenty of friends, of course, and liked her job selling books.

Ironically, in spite of her involuntary single status, Claire had only decided to try dating sites a couple of months ago. Despite her relatively young age, she was a bit of an old-fashioned girl in truth, preferring real-life encounters. But, after turning down a few creeps, her first proper hit on the application she had been using had actually seemed quite promising, and the subsequent internet call had gone really well, as they had ended up chatting to one another for more than an hour. His name was Chris; he was quite a bit younger than her, perhaps 28 or 30, and was a rather handsome young man, dark haired with a slightly jaded air about him, which was rather charming in her opinion. As for his occupation, it involved something in finance she couldn't properly understand. But even if they seemed to come from two separate worlds, she felt they really got it off well.

And their first proper date was set for tonight. Chris was coming round to her place at 7:30 PM, so she had enough time to prepare something nice.

2

It had really been a great evening, thought Claire as both she and Chris sat around the dinner table inside her tiny two-room London flat. Over the meal they had talked about their lives, and got to know each other a bit better. Chris had been all over the planet in various business ventures. He seemed really worldly and smooth at the same time. She even found it hard to believe that a man like him could possibly be interested in a ordinary girl like her, but there was no denying they hit it off well. In fact, they had not stopped talking all evening.

It was a casual kind of date, and both of them were wearing their everyday clothes. Posh restaurants and candlelight dinners were not really Claire's scene. She would have felt way too much out of place. She liked her home, and, in truth, it made her kind of feel safe to be in it, for a first date.

They had come towards the end of the meal and were sipping the wine. The conversation had gone really well, they had laughed a lot and even developed a real complicity, Claire felt. The evening was now edging towards the kind of moment when, on a normal date, Chris would have tried to kiss her, or in any case, to get more intimate with her. Or at least she thought so. It had been two years since her last date, so maybe things had changed a little, but she doubted it. The dating ritual goes back for centuries, she thought. At this point Chris cleared his throat and looked at her like he was going to bring up a point of importance.

"You're a great cook, Claire, a real cordon bleu. And quite an enchanting person as well," he said. "Now I am going to ask you something."

Claire's heart was bumping hard inside her chest. She really had to calm down, at her age it was ridiculous. She was such a romantic mushball, but Chris really did seem like Prince Charming to her at the moment.

"Show me your knickers, Claire," Chris said in a perfectly calm and pleasant voice.

The surprise was, of course, very real, for that was obviously not the kind of thing she was expecting to hear from him. The last time she had playfully shown her knickers to a boy, she must have been about 10, in primary school. She was a grown-up responsible lady now, not exactly a kid anymore, but there was something firm and, most of all, very powerful in his tone that somehow got across to her on an extremely deep and subconscious level. She couldn't properly explain it, but she clearly sensed that she was on the verge of some mysterious new adventure. If only she knew.

There was maybe a second of hesitation. But, even if Claire's rational mind was telling her how incongruous this demand really was, it had still got straight through to the little girl inside her, passing effortlessly through all of her defenses.

She stood up, trying to look at him defiantly in the eye, but in truth her legs were wobbling. Quite mechanically, her mind still half numbed by his unusual demand, she then proceeded to unfasten her belt. Not being completely sure what was expected of her, she pulled down her jeans at one side to expose the side of her underwear in a childish and rather coy way.

But he simply and calmly instructed her to lower her jeans completely down to her knees and lift her top slightly so he could have a clear view. She complied, and he then made a gesture with his finger, indicating he wanted her to execute a twirl.

As Chris had expected, Claire wore ordinary white cotton granny panties. It seemed so cheesy in this day and age and yet rather enchanting at the same time. The previous girl he dated, Kiera, went commando, just like most of the girls he knew aged between 18 and 40, while those under 18 tended to wear thongs. But then again, Kiera was a far cooler and more streetwise girl than Claire would ever be. Nevertheless, she made a refreshing change to his usual high-powered world.

So here she was, a 35 year-old woman, on her first date with a much younger man, showing him her knickers straight after dinner. But the truth was that for the moment she loved it. It was great fun, and it felt just like being an excited little girl all over again, all those discoveries ahead of her. A slight dampness had even begun to emerge in the crotch of her undies.

Chris applauded softly but enthusiastically at her innocent little show, and she felt that they were even more intimate in a sense now.

"Come and sit on my lap for a second," he said.

Claire automatically complied, not having totally recovered her senses from her little knickers flashing session, and after having completely removed her jeans to be comfortable, she sat herself sideways across his knees.

She was pretty sure he was finally going to tenderly embrace her now. He had played his little game, and he was, at last, getting down to business.

But instead, he just made sure she was seated comfortably in his lap, his hands firmly securing her around her waist. She could feel the hardness of his cock beneath her bottom and was pretty sure he could tell how damp her knickers were.

And indeed, as if that was exactly the thing on his mind, he simply asked her:

"Has it been a long time since you last had a fuck?"

It was a very rude question, of course, but it strangely didn't seem rude to Claire in the present context. She was sitting half naked across his lap, her eyes were - unconsciously to her- full of lust and excitement, and she had been perfectly clear about letting him know exactly what state her knickers were now in.

"A couple of years," she replied honestly.

"Wow he said, I could never go that long without sex!" There was no criticism or insinuation of any sort in his voice, however, it was just like a couple of old friends having a very intimate conversation.

He tickled her tummy playfully, bringing her rapidly to giggles. He must have guessed she was a ticklish girl; she probably looked like the ticklish type. He then brought his hands lower on her body, but not in an erotic fashion. He was simply checking on the dampness of her crotch and patted it softly.

"I think you need to change your knickers, girl," he said perfectly mundanely, like if he was commenting on a calendar on the wall being on the wrong month. This, of course, left her completely silent.

"Which one is your knicker drawer, Claire?" he asked.

In a normal situation, it would have been totally inconceivable for a man, who was a virtual stranger to her, to be going through her knicker drawer. But his voice was so firm, and after everything that had preceded, it sort of seemed kind of normal. So she simply indicated it to him.

He stood up, and went into the bedroom, came back out with an almost identical pair of plain white cotton knickers to those she had on, and simply handed them to her.

She contemplated for one second going into another room to put them on.

"Just change them here," he said firmly, as if he had been reading her mind and simply indicating to her the most obvious way to proceed.

So sitting on the edge of her chair, Claire slipped her wet knickers off. When she had finished, he held his hand out for her to give them to him. She complied and then put on the fresh ones.

Everything had gone very fast in the last twenty minutes or so. And now here she was, on her first proper date with this handsome young man, first wetting her knickers like some out-of-control teen, and now changing into some dry ones in front of him.

But Chris did not seem the slightest bit to be mocking her or even embarrassed by the situation. His calm, rather casual tone kind of reassured her.

"There you go, feels better to be back in comfy, dry knickers?" Of course it did.

3

Claire was beginning to feel a little confused at this point, but there was no denying the powerful erotic appeal of the situation. If anything went wrong, she could always call out for her neighbors; her door was unlocked and they would be inside her flat in no time. Yet somehow she knew, deep inside herself, that she would not be doing that.

Her taste for adventure was now winning the battle against her nerves and her fear. And more mundanely, Chris was perfectly right; she really did need to be fucked badly. She had, of course, picked up on the implication he had made earlier, and his next comment seemed to be going even further in that direction.

"Keep the fresh knickers on, Claire, but I think you should probably take all the rest off, at this point," he said, again quite gently and casually.

She took off her top, then unhooked and removed her bra, trying to appear confident and defiant, even if, in truth, she was still a little scared, but, most of all, horny and excited as hell. She stood in front of him, half crouching, with her hands on her hips, pretending to look cool and relaxed.

"You're a total knockout in knickers, Claire," he stated emphatically. "What would be great now is if you climbed on to the kitchen table and just put on a little show for me in them," he pursued. "I know you're no professional stripper or performer, so just be your playful, goofy self. I'll make some space on it for you first."

Immediately, and trying very hard not to wet herself again, Claire climbed on the dining table and began prancing around in a silly fashion. She was indeed no dancer, but her clumsiness kind of made it even cuter and more fun for the viewer. She shook her big round bottom energetically at him, fooled around with her breasts, pushing them against one another with her forearms, crouched up and down, and duck-walked in a silly fashion all around the table.

"Do you know how to take off your knickers for a man?" asked Chris.

She wasn't quite sure what he meant, so he guided her to turn around until she was bent over with her bottom facing him.

"Now just peel them down." She complied, handed them to him and then simply pursued her little show, in the nude, exactly as before.

"You have such expressive features, Claire. I bet you could pull some real funny faces," he then added. Well, in that field he was talking to a world champion, so it didn't take much more for Claire to start rolling her eyes around, sticking her tongue in and out, pulling on the sides of her mouth with her fingers, and performing many other facial pranks, for the his entertainment only. In truth, it also helped her relax with the situation and able to ease her extreme eagerness a little.

It was quite strange in a sense to think that only half an hour ago they were two fully dressed grownups on a date, both sitting around the very same kitchen table. And now, she was goofing around completely naked on top of it, pulling daft faces at her guest, while he remained perfectly calm, in exactly the same clothes and seat as earlier. Some would have called it an expression of surrealism, but Claire was just hoping her little mating dance would be to his liking so he would give her the fucking of her life.

"Terrific!" he said in reply to all her playful antics. "Can you wink your butthole at me?"

Claire had completely forgotten all about her fear at this point, and her animal nature had totally taken over. She was just a girl in heat now and therefore simply stuck her bottom into his face, using her hands to spread the cheeks wide open and pushing on her outer sphincters to playfully open and close her anus for him.

"You're one hell of a show-off girl. You know how to keep a grown man entertained all night!" Chris said with his usual calm.

"You're going to get the hard fucking you've been dying for, Claire," he added, to her great relief. "But first we just have to train that butthole of yours a little. I don't fuck a girl's pussy, so we just have to make sure there is enough room for me to go in," he said in a very matter-of-fact way.

He picked up the salt shaker on the table and pressed it softly against the entrance of Claire's tight rectum. She was able to relax her muscles to allow it in about halfway and then pushed it out again. He repeated the same maneuver with the pepper this time. After a few tries, being extremely careful not to hurt her, he was finally able to make the salt shaker completely disappear inside her bum.

"Shit it out for me now, Claire," he calmly asked her.

She pushed as hard as she could on her sphincters, and the salt shaker came out with a plop and landed back on the table. She turned her head around and gave him a satisfied grin. This girl was learning brand new tricks.

Chris then examined her slightly dilated butthole and gave it a big, friendly kiss.

"Does it hurt you at all?" he asked with an unexpected empathy.

"No," she simply replied, dying with impatience to have him inside her.

In response he unzipped his fly and brought out a giant erect cock, already as hard as a rock.

"This is Bob," he stated, turning round the table to face his partner. "He's very pleased to meet you. Say hello to Bob, Claire."

"Hello Bob," replied Claire playfully.

"Now, tell Bob where you will be putting him," added Chris.

"In my bum," she simply replied candidly, with no subterfuge or faked coolness. She was past being able to do that now. Her mind was half numb from excitement, while her cunt had turned into jelly and was dripping on the table.

"Wow lucky Bob, going inside a fat, healthy bottom like yours," he commented, turning round the table again to pat it firmly.

He put the tip of his huge chopper at the entrance of her asshole and pushed very slowly, so he could make his way inside her. After about ten minutes of vigorous butt fucking, he finally released his load deep inside her.

Claire was now nothing but a big sticky, giggly, sweaty, tangled, panting mess, lying in an ungraceful way across her kitchen table. She was too emotionally exhausted to be doing anything for the moment, so Chris wiped his own cock with some tissue and then threw it in the bin. There would be plenty more occasions for her to clean him up.

"Come on, big girl," he said, while playfully slapping her on the bum. "Let's get you freshened up and presentable to the world again!"

He then cupped her hands in front of her. This, she would soon find out, was one of his distinctive trademarks. But, unlike some other girls, Claire seemed to understand immediately that she was to simply place her bum inside them. At the same time, he was not sure she could have even stood by herself at this point.

Chris lifted her effortlessly, with his hands supporting her under her buttocks, while she clung on to him with her arms around his neck. She was amazed by his strength, for he seemed so slender, but his grip on her was totally firm, and she felt completely secure as he carried her slowly towards the bathroom.

Claire was to numb and tired to perform her own wash, so it felt wonderful just standing under the hot water, while being looked after like a little girl again. Chris had not even bothered to get fully undressed or join her under the shower and had simply removed his top to prevent it from getting wet as he thoroughly cleaned her, carefully washing out all his semen between her buttocks and inside her butthole. When he had finished, he dried her off, and helped her back into her everyday clothes, minus the panties.

"We don't want you wetting them again, do we? Besides you can go commando at your age, Claire!" he stated to her.

Once again, he cupped his hands and presented them to her. Of course now she knew exactly what to do and was soon being carried back to the kitchen.

"I've had a great evening, and you're simply a great gal, Claire," he said to her, when they were both back in the kitchen and she was fully recovered. "Believe me, you have so many assets: a great personality, a great attitude to life, a tremendous bottom, and a terrific butthole. And with those new party tricks I taught you last night, involving the pepper and salt, you have the power to keep any grown man feeling warm through the long winter nights."

Well he sure knew how to press the right buttons, Claire thought. Even if she deeply wanted to be in a relationship with him, any romantic, prince charming, or clichéd sort of niceties coming from his mouth at this point, would have completely killed the mood. She turned red with emotion from his very calculated flattering, as her chest swelled with ego and pleasure while her nipples hardened under her top. Her pride having swallowed up all her modesty, she unfastened her jeans almost mechanically before pulling them down to playfully moon him.

"I'll practice hard for next time," she laughed, pushing her bum in his direction, while parting her butt cheeks as wide as she could and winking her asshole, once again, at him.

"That's the spirit Claire!" he replied, very impressed with how fast she had turned into a proper show-off. "I think we're going to have buckets of fun together, girl," he also laughed.

TO BE CONTINUED