The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (21 page)

I started thinking about what would turn them on about watching us and realized there wasn’t a whole lot. We usually just did it the normal way, nothing fancy. I mean it was hot for me and
all, just not as hot as I thought it could be. The night I figured that out I flipped Johnny on his back and rode his dick for a change. It angled up inside me and felt really good, especially when
I kept playing with myself the whole time, rubbing myself off, making him play with my titties. We both came and damn, that was hot! And in my mind, those two were watching and getting all hot over
it too. That just made it all that much better.

I didn’t have the fantasy about the ladies room at first, I guess because it freaked me out to even think about the two of them in there together, let alone being in there with me. First I
started thinking about teasing them a little when I waited on their table, maybe wearing a shorter skirt or unbuttoning an extra button on my blouse. Maybe leaning across the table when I dropped
off their drinks and letting them catch a peek at my tits in a nice lace bra. It wouldn’t go any further than that, no sir. Just a quick look at what they wouldn’t be getting when they
got home.

Then one time, they went into the ladies room together. Now, I don’t know for sure what they got into in there, but I’m betting it was each other. I mean they were in there longer
than any business usually takes and it was a slow night so they weren’t likely to be interrupted. After they left, I went in there on my break and started to think about what it would be like
to be hidden in one of the stalls when they were going at it. I’d be in there with my feet tucked up so they couldn’t see them, just listening. They’d be in the next stall kissing
and then the brunette would moan. I’d hear them whispering to each other as they pulled their shirts up.

I could just about see their breasts rubbing together. Then the blonde would lean down and take one of those big round ones in her mouth. She’d get her thigh between her girlfriend’s
legs and just shove against her crotch. I imagined the brunette’s eyes half closed, listened to her pant in my mind until I stuck a hand between my legs. I was getting wet through my jeans.
So I unbuttoned them and sat on the stool. Once I got my fingers busy, I came right away, barely had to touch my clit.

I started doing that a lot on Thursday nights if it was slow enough. If it was busy, I just worked behind the bar or worked the tables with my panties riding up between my wet lips. I really had
to watch the nipples or the other customers would go nuts. So I always tried to get a “smoke break” those nights so I could take care of business.

After a couple of weeks, though, it wasn’t enough to keep getting me off. Not every time any way. I needed something more for that. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love Johnny and
we’ve been together for a couple of years now, but sometimes a girl needs more than that. I was glad I didn’t know the blonde and her girlfriend. It would’ve ruined everything. Or
at least made it a lot harder. This way, it was just in my head so I wasn’t cheating or anything like that.

So I started upping the ante in my head during break times. First I was listening to them. Then their stall door was open and I’d be watching them. Or the brunette was up on the countertop
with her legs spread and the blonde was going down on her. I’d be watching through the crack in the door, my hand between my legs. After a while, they knew I was watching and it just made it
hotter. The brunette’d blow me kisses. Or she’d pull up her shirt and pinch her nipples, just to watch me squirm. It’d make her squirm too, which was almost as much fun. I was
their little secret and they’d put on a show for me almost every week, with no one any the wiser.

Then I started wondering what it would be like to be in there with them whenever I got bored at work. Well, okay, I got bored at school, too. I like actuarial science and all but it gets pretty
slow. So I started really building on the bathroom game. In the best version of it, the last one I had before the bar closed, I worked my way out of the stall and walked over to them when they were
kissing. The brunette was up on the countertop next to the sink, her panties off and her skirt yanked up so she could wrap her legs around the blonde.

In my fantasy, it takes a minute before they realize that I’m there with them. Then the blonde turns around and kisses me instead, stepping away from the brunette to wrap her arms around
me. It’s a long wet kiss and her tongue feels thick and solid against mine. You can tell that she knows what she’s doing. I can almost feel her hands pull up my skirt and I’m
getting wetter by the second.

The brunette’s standing behind me now, kissing the back of my neck while she reaches around to start unbuttoning my shirt. I can feel those long red nails brush my nipples, feel her round
tits against my back. The blonde’s gotten under my skirt now and I can feel her yank my panties down. I kick them away from my ankles like I’ve done this before, opening my eyes to
watch the bathroom door. I’m almost hoping that someone walks in as the brunette gets my shirt open and the blonde leans down to run her tongue along the top of my bra. She sticks it down
into my cleavage as I lean back against her friend and kiss her.

The brunette’s got a whole different flavour, all smoke and perfume mixed together and now she’s undoing my bra while I suck on her tongue. The blonde’s got her mouth on my tit
now, practically taking the whole thing in and I’m moaning even before she lets me feel her teeth on my nipple. I lean against the brunette even more and reach back to slide my hand up her
skirt. Her thighs are slick and wet and I run a finger along them until I get to her crotch. Then I stick a finger inside her, just to see what it would feel like. I can feel a moan come up from
inside her and she’s wet and hot against my fingers. Just then the blonde switches to my other tit and her buddy pulls up my skirt.

Those long red nails that scared me so much at first are on their way up my thigh and I just wrap my free arm around the blonde’s shoulders and groan. No way am I stopping this now. The
brunette’s fingers reach up inside me, those nails grazing my clit until I’ve got goosebumps all over just thinking about it. The blonde reaches up and turns my face around as she
stands up and just looks at me. No one says a word because we all know what we want. The brunette’s fingers find my magic spot and start rubbing while her girlfriend sticks a hand down her
own pants and starts rubbing herself off. The other hand clamps down on my boob and starts working it between her fingers, pinching my nipple until I think I’m going to fall over.

I look away, just for a minute and watch us in the mirror. The brunette’s still nuzzling my neck through my hair, her eyes half closed. I can feel her pant against my skin. I’m
wearing nothing but my skirt now and the blonde’s still wearing all her clothes. That always turns me on even more somehow, like I’m really getting away with something. She grabs my
chin and turns me back to face her. Then she kisses me again just as I come, my legs shaking so hard that they both have to hold me up. I can taste pussy juice in the blonde’s mouth now, all
sweet and sour rolled up together and it gets me even hotter.

I’m still shaking when they boost me up on the counter and spread my legs. They hold them open and make me watch while they kiss and the brunette sticks her hand down the other one’s
pants. I reach down between my own legs and the blonde reaches out and slaps my hand away. I know I’m just supposed to watch but I’m so hot and empty I can’t help it. I try again
and this time the blonde turns around and sticks three fingers inside me. I hump them, groaning the whole time and playing with my own tits. I’m hoping that I’ll be hot enough to
distract both of them again and, ‘cause it’s my fantasy, I am. The blonde leans over and kisses me while she works all five fingers inside me. I spread as wide as I can, getting wetter
while I watch the brunette work her hand inside her girlfriend’s pants.

That’s when the blonde balls her fingers up inside me and damn near punches her way to my G-spot. I close around her hand like a big glove and I howl. Then I hear the door open behind us.
Sometimes I make it the manager who walks in, sometimes just any customer. I can never make up my mind if they join us while I’m thrashing around or if they just watch. Either way I put on
quite a show. The blonde’s way into me, driving into me until I can’t see straight, leaning down to tongue my clit, then my tits and I come hard, making sounds that Johnny’s never
heard out of my lips.

It gets me every time, just imagining how it could have been. Sometimes I wish I had the guts to talk to them when they were still coming in on Thursday nights, other times I think it’s
just as well that I was too chicken shit. McKinney’s closed eventually and I never saw them again. I mean, you can’t have too many slow Thursdays and still stay open. I hear it’s
turned into a fern bar.

I work at an insurance company now and there’s no one around like that couple, no one who I want to think about that way at least. It’s not like I’m attracted to just any girl
after all, just sometimes at lunch or when I’m taking the bus home. Then there’ll be something about someone that’ll remind me of them and I’ll get all hot and wet thinking
about it, just like on a Thursday night.

But I still got Johnny and it’s gotten a little wilder between us now, especially since I started suggesting stuff. I still can’t get him to do it in a bar bathroom but I’m
working on it. I’m hoping it’ll be even better in real life.

Deva (Brisbane, Australia)

My best friend Rita had met a new guy and couldn’t stop talking about him. Said he was wild and uninhibited. Loved sex and role-playing. At first I thought she was
exaggerating but after having met him I knew that all she said had to have been true. His name was Marcus and the guy was fucking gorgeous. I must admit I was very envious.

I was also a bit put out with all the attention she was giving him. We’ve shared an apartment for nearly five years. Both of us are bisexual and we’ve always enjoyed each
other’s bodies as well as company. Now that she was always seeing Marcus she had no time for me.

Anyway, I was lying on my bed, and to be honest I was just thinking about Marcus, when Rita startled me at my door. I felt guilty, as though I’d actually done something with him and my
face flushed scarlet.

“Staying in tonight, are you?” I asked hopefully, noting she was only wearing skimpy underwear under her half-opened robe.

“No. I’ll be leaving shortly,” she said.

“So what’s up?”

“Well, I’ve got a proposition to put to you,” she said, a cheeky smile causing her luscious lips to quiver.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, you know how Marcus likes to experiment with different scenarios and stuff?” she prompted.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was just wondering . . . you know . . . if you’re not doing anything tonight . . .” she stammered.

“Yeah.” My interest was definitely piqued.

“Well, we’ve been trying out this new game . . . and Marcus has a two-way mirror in another room . . . and, like, he won’t know you’re there . . . he won’t be able
to see you or anything . . . and I was just wondering if you’d like to watch us . . . you know . . . having sex?”

“You’re kidding?” I practically choked on the words.

God, would I? Who wouldn’t?

“You don’t have to . . . it’s just that since I’ve met him . . . well,
we
haven’t had much time together . . . I hardly ever see you now . . . and I
don’t know . . . I just thought you might be interested.”

“You mean, while the two of you are having sex, I’ll be in a room on my own watching?” I asked, my pussy throbbing at the thought of it.

“Yeah.” She smiled. “It’ll be wild. He won’t know you’re there, but I will. It would really turn me on,” she said, coming closer to me, so close that I
could feel her breath on my neck when she sat down on my bed beside me.

I hadn’t had good sex for ages. Whenever we felt randy we’d just, you know, get each other off, better than masturbating on your own. Anyway it had been a while because she’d
been so busy with Marcus. I wanted to say no, pretend I was going out, but when her hand stole its way up my thigh, the word no fell from my lips. I wanted to go and see what Marcus was really
like, you know, buck naked and performing, but something inside niggled at me.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “It would be too weird,” I gasped as her fingers gently pushed my thighs apart.

“No, it wouldn’t. You know you’d love to watch. How many times have we talked about it? It’s everyone’s fantasy,” she continued, her teeth now gently nipping
the flesh of my neck.

“Yeah, I know. But fantasies are exactly that. Thoughts you keep in your head. This would be different. I don’t think I could do it,” I said.

Her lips were brushing over the swell of my breast as she spoke, hardening my nipples.

“Sure you could,” she insisted. “I could show you around his apartment and you could see all his kinky stuff that I’ve been telling you about. What do you say?” she
asked, her fingers roaming inside the crotch of my panties.

“I think you should stay here tonight with me,” I said, grabbing her hand and holding it in between my thighs where I squeezed tightly.

She pushed me back down on the bed, dropping the robe off her shoulders before her hand slipped inside my panties. I grabbed her breasts, freeing them from her bra. I opened my legs wider,
allowing her fingers to roam around my lips, while I squeezed her nipples between my fingers, knowing how much she liked it.

“Hmm, I’d say you really like that idea, judging by how wet your pussy is,” she laughed, beginning to finger me.

“I’ve missed you,” I said, kissing her mouth. “I’ve missed you a lot.”

Her swaying breast fell into the palm of my hand as I groped for it, enjoying the heaviness, the weight of her flesh.

“Me, too,” she whispered. “It’s been too long.”

Extracting her fingers, she smeared my silky juices over my clit, rubbing, as only another woman knew how. I held her hand there, enjoying the sensation, and then her mobile phone rang.