Fantasising About Others: Scene 01

You go through different periods in your sex life; some good, some boring, some barren. For me, some of the more exciting periods were when my partner, whoever that might have been at the time, latched on to a particular thing, or maybe a way of interacting with each other sexually. One of these periods was when I was with my then girlfriend, Sasha. We were together for a couple of years on the early side of our mid-twenties. It was a great time of our lives -- we were both working, with no major responsibilities. We had decent incomes, so a bit of cash to spend and enjoy ourselves. We lived together for a year or so before work took us, literally, in different directions. It was great while it lasted, but when it eventually fizzled out, neither of us were devastated. I have some exciting memories though.

Sasha was lovely. She had a gentle personality, with a mischievous sense of humour and a quick intelligence. Slim-built, she had one of those delicately pretty faces that you could -- well I could at least -- stare at for ages. Her hazel eyes were soft and she had a habit of dipping her head slightly and then looking up doefully. It was very endearing and hard to resist, which I'm sure she knew. We got on really well and, though I do say so myself, we made an attractive couple. We were fun to be around and complemented each other well.

Anyway, the period in our sex lives that I enjoy remembering the most is when we latched onto fantasising together about others. I couldn't tell you how long this period went on for -- maybe a couple of months? No others ever became involved with us, that was never something either of us wanted. But, boy oh boy, we had some fun playing in and around that notion.

I'm going to tell you about some of the fun that we had during that period. I hope you enjoy reading these brief recollections. This first one is about how this happy phase started for us.

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Sasha and I were on a weekend hotel break. No reason, just because we had the money and the itch to treat ourselves. The hotel was a sprawling mock-castle of a place upstate. It was reasonably luxurious -- certainly more so that our little apartment back at the edge of the city.

You know how it is -- hotel sex. It's always better than at home. Maybe it's because you're away from the day-to-day routine, your head is in a lighter place and there's a bit of excitement at being somewhere nice. Alcohol helps too. As we were getting ready to go down for our evening meal, we had a drink from the small stash we'd sneaked into the hotel from home. That in itself felt a tiny bit illicit, adding to our giddiness.

"You look handsome," Sasha declared as I sprayed on a shot of aftershave to finish my outfit.

"Yeah? Thanks."

We were spruced up: me in my dress slacks and tailored blue shirt. Sasha looked fantastic in her classic little black dress, which came to her mid-thighs. I put my arms out and drew her in with my hands around her waist, bending down to kiss.

"No, you'll ruin my make-up!" she protested, "I've spent the last twenty minutes getting ready! Later, I promise."

Of course, I was frisky. She was too, it must be said, but maybe I was more impatient.

"Is there anything else I can do for you so? I won't touch your face. Anything...?", and as I implored her, I ran my hands over her shapely ass, slipping my hands down and beginning to edge my way back up under her tight dress. She moaned but had better self-control than me, stepping back and playfully batting my arms away.

"Callum!" she remonstrated, giving me that doe-eyed look. "Here, this will have to keep you going," she offered, turning around and backing into me, pressing herself against my groin and gyrating in small circles. I don't know how she thought that would calm me down. Of course, I responded, bringing my hands up and down along her sides, enjoying the closeness. With her elbows in tight against her, causing her forearms to push her small breasts together, she clasped her hands together and smiled as she swayed. We caught sight of ourselves in the full length mirror and I think that turned us on even more.

"Now," she announced, stepping away, much to my disappointment. "More where that came from tonight," Sasha promised while I grunted in exaggerated frustration. We drained the last of our drinks, clinked glasses and headed out to the restaurant, holding hands down the hotel corridor.

The meal was lovely, we were spoilt by the waiter who looked after us really well. He was a good looking Spanish guy, maybe around 30, I forget his name. To be fair to him, I'm sure he would've taken as much care of any of the guests, but he did seem to pay a bit of extra attention to Sasha, making sure he always topped up her wine. He was friendly to her, maybe a touch flirtatious but nothing that crossed any line. Sasha enjoyed it though, mildly flirting back with him, ogling just a little bit each time he walked away.

She looked up at me and giggled, "He's nice, very friendly."

I smirked back. I didn't mind, I wasn't the jealous type and, to be honest, if it got her even more in the mood, that was just about fine with me.

"He is," I said. "I think he likes serving you especially,"

"Well," she said, putting her elbows on the table and leaning in, "who wouldn't?", laughing though as she said it, she actually wasn't arrogant or vain at all. "But he could serve me any time," she added, giggling and biting her bottom lip.

And that was it really with our handsome waiter. But it planted a small seed of something, quietly adding to the frisson that was building up throughout the evening.

After the meal, we made our way to one of the bars. A DJ was set up in the bar, playing to a very small crowd, maybe only a dozen or so people. It was a nice atmosphere and we ordered a few vodkas to keep our buzz going.

There was a wedding celebration in another part of the hotel and a few of the guests had seemingly escaped and made their way to the same bar. They were in great form and were the mainstay of the DJ's audience. We settled down on the couch watching the dancing, people-watching of course. There was one striking couple dancing together. They had obviously enjoyed their drinks at the wedding, they were shaping up provocatively to each other and snatching kisses. We couldn't help looking at them, glancing occasionally then at each other. We were holding hands on the couch and I could feel Sasha's hand kneading mine.

"They're enjoying themselves," she said.

"Mm-hmm, they sure are."

"And why wouldn't they?" she went on, "good looking couple."

I turned to her, smiling and raising my eyebrows.

"They are," I agreed, "they're both very, very good looking."

She sipped on her vodka.

"I mean," she said, "you couldn't blame her for throwing herself at him. He's fucking gorgeous," she confessed, then quickly raised her glass to her lips and took more than a sip.

That was unexpected. I turned to her again, still smiling, but my eyebrows raised higher this time. "Yeah? You think he is?" I knew he was.

"Oh yeah," Sasha purred against the glass, "totally."

"She's nice too," I dared.

"Nice? She's beautiful," Sasha corrected me. I let out a laugh. "I mean, come on, look at her."

This was getting interesting -- my girlfriend was telling me to look at another woman. I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I looked.

"She is... she is beautiful," I allowed.

"What do you like about her?"

"Hmm?" although I had heard her clearly.

"What do you like about her, what's her best feature?"

"Ehm," I stalled. It was her ass, no doubt. It looked just fantastic in the clinging purple wraparound dress that the girl wore. But I wasn't totally comfortable in admitting that to my girlfriend.

"Well, I'll tell you what I like about him so," she saved me. "He's tall, he must easily be over six foot. Fuck, he's built, look at those muscles in his arms!" They were easy to see through his shirt alright. "And his chest... I mean, wow!" his chest was very wide, he looked strong as an ox. "And look at his ass," she said. I forced myself to. "It's so cute, you could just... mmmnnnhh," and as she made that sound, she held her hands out in front of her, with her palms splayed open and shaped as if to, presumably, feel his cute ass.

Sasha looked at me, her eyes were dilated, her mouth half-open.

"Now, what do you like about her?" she asked again. Ok so, now I knew I had license.

"Ok, well. Well, I actually like her ass too," sticking to the descriptive language she had used.

"What is it about it?" she pressed.

"Eh," license or not, this was tricky, how far to go? How honest to be?

"Is it a nice shape to feel?" she asked, making the hand shapes again. Ok, that far so.

"It's a good shape. I like the way it curves out, it's a good shape to hold and feel."

Sasha moved her hand onto my thigh and rubbed it.

"So is his," she said, "I'd say it's hard as fuck," her eyes actually narrowed as she said that. Shocked though I was, I liked this foul-mouthed, uninhibited version of my girlfriend.

"And what else do you like about her?" she continued, "what about her boobs?"

"I can't really see them from the angle I'm at," I replied.

"Well, I can. Will I tell you what they're like?"

I murmured her to go on.

"They're not too big, same as mine," she described. "They're far apart, and they're nice and pert."

"Like yours," I offered. She slapped by thigh, even though I wasn't lying.

"I can see her nipples a bit through the material. Jesus, that's hot."

Jesus, that was hot. My girlfriend was getting turned on from seeing a hint of another girl's nipples.

The couple on the dance floor moved in to kiss each other. He had to bend down considerably, holding her face in his hands while she clung to his torso as they moved to the music.

Sasha turned to me again. "Fucking hell Cal, I'm very turned on right now."

She flicked he head back to look at them dancing, she actually licked her lips then before turning back to me.

"How far do you think they'll go there?" she pondered.

"As in?"

"I mean, do you think they'll start feeling each other up? I wonder will they start grinding?"

"Would you like to see them do that?" I chanced, it sounded like she did.

"Fuck, yeah," she answered unambiguously, "that would be sexy as fuck. Can you imagine....", but she cut herself off and looked down.

"What? Can I imagine what, Sash?"

"Nothing," and she paused, but then went on, "Can you imagine though... just, what they'd be like... fucking?"

I felt a rush of blood, to my cheeks, to my cock, I don't know, but to somewhere that told me I was getting turned on by this myself, very much. I looked out at the couple, she was turning and backing into him, then spinning around and grinding her crotch into him as he crouched to match her height. He'd crush her if he was on top, they'd have to... I let my mind wander.

"Yeah," I answered eventually, quietly, "I can imagine."

As I looked at Sasha, her breathing was quickened, her breasts rising and falling temptingly. Her own cheeks were flushed, it was like she was in heat.

"What way would they do it?" she asked me, massaging my upper leg.

"Well, she'd have to be on top," I speculated, "he's too big otherwise."

"Oh, yes... he is big," Sasha considered, letting the double entendre float between us.

"So, she'd be on top of him, cowgirl I guess," I went on.

"Maybe," Sasha responded. "Or, maybe he could go behind her, like doggy-style?" she suggested.

"Fuck, Sash, this is unreal. I can't believe we're talking about that couple right there having sex!" A small part of me felt it wasn't right, but I was getting over it. Sasha just bit her lip.

"I think she'd maybe leave her dress on," she continued, "just push it up over her waist."

"What about her pantyhose and panties?"

"Leave them on, just pull them halfway down. Jesus, how fucking sexy would that look?"

I committed. "Red hot, she would look red fucking sexy hot. He'd have his hands on her hips, pulling her into him." I was on a roll now. "Fuck, he'd see her asshole like that too, he wouldn't last long," or maybe I was thinking of myself.

"Oh my God, he must be so big, she'd feel stretched out." Sasha flashed her hand up and down her front, sweeping over her breasts almost involuntarily, fleetingly squeezing them and gasping.

The song changed and the couple moved off the dance floor and sat off to the side somewhere.

"Cal, I think we should go back to our room," Sasha declared, "like, really quickly."

We knocked back the last of our vodkas and made our way out of the bar, almost trotting hand in hand out towards the elevators. Neither of us were saying anything, but there was an electric tension.

At last, the elevator arrived and we stepped in, the doors painfully slow to close in our impatience. Just before they shut completely, a foot wedged them from the outside, forcing them open again. The couple from the bar nodded at us as they entered. We nodded back, then Sasha and I looked at each other as they stood to the side of us. I could feel her hand wringing mine, her excitement palpable. The other couple were still as frisky. As we each stood saying nothing, from the corner or my eye, I saw his hand dropping lower, from her back to her lovely ass. She giggled, and jutted her chin forward with a cheeky smile, still saying nothing though.

The elevator got to their floor and, as the doors were opening, Sasha cheekily said, "Bye, hope you have a good night."

"Thanks," said the girl.

The guy looked back over his shoulder and replied, "Yeah, we definitely will," laughing as he did.

The doors closed again and we tore into each other, kissing with open mouths and our hands roaming tightly. To this day, I hope there wasn't a security camera in that elevator. When it reached our floor, we nearly ran down to our room, Sasha tottering in her heels, bursting in and frantically kissing as soon as we made it inside.

"What do you think they're doing now?" Sasha asked me, this as we were still in the little corridor just inside the room, her against the wall and me up against her.

"Oh God, they're probably on the bed -- he probably threw her on the bed, the big fucker."

"He might have his hand up her dress."

"Yeah?" I said, "doing what?"

"Fuck, he's rubbing her through her panties."

"What type?"

"What?" Sasha asked.

"What type of panties would she be wearing?" As I asked, I slipped my hand up the front of her dress, curling my fingers forward to meet her pussy through the material of her pantyhose.

"Oh God, she's a bit slutty, so probably a little thong. Fuck, that's good Cal, do that more."

I pressed my fingers up, causing the material to cleft into her lips, she moaned.

"Cal, will you kiss me down there?"

Like every couple I suppose, we had codes for what we wanted -- that was hers when she wanted me to go down on her. I knew what it meant of course, but she was being way more vocal and explicit than normal, so I thought I'd ramp it up in the moment.

"Kiss you where?" I asked.

"You know where, between my legs."

"You mean your pussy?" I teased, still using my fingers on her.

"Yeah, my pussy, kiss my pussy."

"Kiss it or lick it?"

She did glare at me momentarily, though not seriously, then, "Lick it, lick my pussy. I want you to lick my pussy, Cal."

We both moaned and fell into a kiss when she said that, as I felt around her waist to find the top of her pantyhose. I worked it down the way, dropping to my knees, and worked it down to just above her ankles, stopping then. I pulled her silky black panties to the side, leaned my face inwards and angled to lick her pussy, but it was awkward. She was enjoying it still, but I couldn't get proper contact.

"Come on, we'll move over to the bed," I declared.

With her pantyhose around her legs, she made her way with difficulty, it was actually quite funny. I stayed on my knees and guided her to sit on the very edge of the bed, Sasha using her hands on the bed to balance herself. I pushed her knees apart, then took a moment to enjoy the insanely sexy view, before lowering my head to get to work.

She moaned straight away, I didn't think she was going to last long.

"Oh that's good Cal, that's really good. Do you think he's doing the same to her? Licking her pussy?"

Not wanting to distract from my task by talking, I put it back to her, "Maybe, what do you reckon?" I flattened my tongue against her clit.

"Awwhh..... could be. Though he might be rougher, he could be licking her from behind. Oh God, she... she could be ass up on the bed in her little dress, he's holding her... fuck..."

I took the hint. I put my hands under her hips and flipped her onto her tummy, her waist at the edge of the bed. She was a bit low for me now, so I scrunched up the end of the duvet and bundled it under her. I thought the view couldn't have gotten any more erotic, I was wrong. My beautiful girlfriend, dress hiked around her waist, pantyhose around her shins, legs spread, ass and wet pussy exposed to me.

I dove back in, my nose now level with her ass. I licked all the way up and down her pussy and couldn't resist the temptation of running my tongue up to her ass. Sasha groaned her approval, so I kept going, spreading her ass cheeks and pressing her into the bed to hold her in place as I suspect she wanted.

"Do you think she'd want that?" I asked, taking a momentary break.

Sasha actually couldn't answer for a few seconds, she was nearly panting now, "Yeah, give it to her, she'd love it!"

This was diving deeper now, Sasha taking on the role of the girl. I played along, went it to lick her ass again and rubbed my fingers along her slit, "She's loving this now, isn't she?"

"Oh fuck... yeah, he's licking her ass! Oh God!"

"He's going to fuck her now," I described, "can you picture that? His cock?"

Sasha, I swear, she whimpered.

"Fuck her! He's going to fuck her, his cock must be huge... awwhh... fuck me, Cal, fuck me."

I was still fully dressed until this point, so I unbuttoned and just pushed my pants and boxers down. I yanked the duvet and pulled her back to me, pulling her panties to below her ass and lining my cock up with her pussy. She was so wet and I was so turned on that I very nearly came as soon as I entered her. Sasha didn't help with what she said next.

"Fuck her Cal, fuck her! Imagine fucking her! What's she like?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. The situation was so visceral, I found it hard to divert my brain to imagine her, but I formed an image, combining it with the physical sensations I was feeling.

"She's so tight, her pussy feels so good," as I thrust in and out, loving the feel as her ass moved against me each time.

"She feels helpless under him, mnnhhh..... awh... he's so strong."

I took the hint again. Gripping her firmly by her hips, I doubled forward and put my weight on her back. I used my knees to splay her legs out, she really was pinned down now.

"Yeah, he's taking her, and she's loving it."

I slid one hand underneath to find her clit, "He's going to cum inside her, going to fill her up."

Sasha couldn't answer now, her moans in time with her gasping breaths. She came before I did, just. I felt her pussy contract around me and she let out a guttural noise. It sent me over the edge too and I spurted my cum inside her, my full weight bearing down as my orgasm washed through me.

We stayed connected like that for a while, until I regained enough control to ease my weight from her back. When my cock slipped from her, I moved to beside her, caressing her face as we kneeled side by side.

"Oh my God, Cal. What are we like?" she smiled softly, "that was incredible."

"Unreal," I agreed, kissing her lightly and enjoying the closeness.

We half-pulled each other up to lie on the bed and helped each other out of our clothes, discarding them carelessly around us. Her panties were soaked with her own wetness and my cum which had dripped from her. We dragged the duvet over us, neither of us wanting to leave the other yet to clean ourselves up.

"I think that might've been the hottest sex we've ever had, Cal," she ventured.

"Yeah, you could be right. I can't remembers ever being as turned-on as that. It was a bit out there though, wasn't it?" I wasn't complaining, it's just we had never done anything like that. Thinking about others while we were having sex just seemed a bit taboo. But maybe that was why it was such a turn-on.

"I guess it was," she conceded, "but that's ok. I never ever want to do anything with anyone else..."

"Neither do I," I interjected, truthfully.

"... but it's fun to think about though, isn't it? Just between us two?"

"Definitely," I agreed.

It sure was. It wasn't going to be the last time we played like that.