Camel | Andee Prepares For Departure

Andee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life.

This time, the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight.

Andee was looking forward to the planned weekend away. Her husband traveled a lot for his business, and she often wished she could tag along. Sometimes she wondered just what things happened on these "business trips." But, with two young children and a demanding career, wishes didn't always become reality, and she would have to live vicariously through the tales he would tell on his return.

This time would be different, though. A free ticket to Sin City was waiting for her, and she had decided to make the most of the opportunity. The kids would spend an extended weekend with their grandparents while she would fly off and spend a few days in the sunshine at the hotel pool.

Andee unfolded the letter and read it to herself. The first part was simple directions for her flight and travel arrangements, times, phone numbers and such. However, it was the last line that really caught her attention:

By the way ... you will not be meeting your husband in Las Vegas. On this trip, you are alone, and what may happen will depend entirely on how much you are willing to let go of your own imagination.

The idea intrigued her, as well as left her a little concerned. Andee's husband often chided her for being such a "Mom" and "wife." He would tease her on occasion about remembering she was also a woman - and a desirable one at that. Although she would scoff at his insistence that many men would love just one night with her, deep down inside, his claims excited her. She wanted to feel that way, but the conventions of being a wife, mother and working in a conservative environment always seems to win out.

In truth, Andee was a very desirable woman; a stunning 37-year-old brunette, with a killer body, gorgeous eyes, sexy legs and a smile that could make a man crawl on broken glass if she said so. She never seemed to notice the looks she would draw when she would be out shopping, or even from men at work. She had the looks of a model, but the routine of life sometimes left her feeling something a little less than that.

Andee read over the list of items she was to pack, according to the list left with her husband's note, turning the sheet over to see if there was anything on the back.

"I certainly won't need a big bag," she said quietly to herself. Other than the necessities of toiletries and make-up, there wasn't a lot. Her husband had pretty much lined things up so she would barely resemble the woman she was day-in day-out.

As she thumbed her way through the hangers in the closet, pulling out the specific outfits she was told to bring, she couldn't help think the weather better be nice. Every piece of clothing was a tiny dress, some items she had never been brave enough to wear for anything other than a few "boudoir" type photo sessions she had done with her husband for fun.

In a way, she found the prospect of dressing up this way for a weekend getaway a bit of a turn-on. She only hoped her feet would survive in the shoes she would need to go with the dresses.

Andee laid the outfits on the bed. Her mind was awash with both fear and desire. A few normal items were missing - other than a few of her sexiest and raciest bras; there were no panties on the list. Not a single pair. Part of her was now saying "No way," while a different urge was slowly taking over her thoughts. Andee couldn't see herself pulling the whole look off ... she wasn't really this kind of wild woman, on the hunt for sexual excitement away from the quiet normalcy of subdivision living. And certainly not one to spend any length of time "commando."

As she slowly packed her luggage, however, she found her mind and body playing against each other. She began the think of all the possibilities that the weekend away could hold; and, she began to really wonder if she still had it in her to capture the attention of other men.

She had a few imaginary flashes of Sharon Stone-like situations; sitting pantiless on a bar stool somewhere, casually and intentionally crossing and uncrossing her legs at the right moments; watching the reaction of the men she was momentarily exposing herself to.

Almost unknowingly, Andee began to caress herself; first with her fingers along her cheek, and then down the nape of her neck. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off. She ran her hand along the edge of her bra, feeling her nipple harden under the fabric. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, moistening them with her tongue as if she was about to be kissed. Andee allowed her fingers to slip under the cup and across her sensitive nipple. The sensation shot through her body and straight down to between her legs.

Now she was really turned on.

Andee dropped her pants, and slid her now moist panties down her shapely legs and onto the floor. Reaching behind herself, she unhooked her bra and let it drop beside the twisted ball of her underwear. Now naked she sat on the edge of her bed, and then lay and began to caress herself once again. As her right hand found it's way to her moist pussy, Andee tweaked and gently massaged her nipples and breast with her left. Her fingers were working even harder now, rubbing and stroking her swelling clitoris as she grew wetter between her legs.

Andee's mind began to wander to some of her personal fantasies; ideas came flooding into her mind about the weekend ahead, the meaning behind her husband's note and the erotic thought of meeting a stranger in a casino bar. She envisioned the excitement of going with this man to a room and letting him explore her body.

As she continued to play with herself, Andee reached into her nightstand and pulled out her favourite sex toy. She needed to feel something inside her, something that would help bring the fantasy of this stranger penetrating her pussy to climax. In her mind she was now on her back in this imaginary Las Vegas hotel room, with a nameless stranger kissing her body, sucking on her nipples, feeling the moist passion between her legs.

She imagined she was completely at this man's will, as she pretended her fingers were his. As she played with herself, she fantasized about feeling his tongue on her, and then along her labia, and slowly working its way into her pussy. She wet her mouth, getting turned on at the thought of kissing the stranger after his oral pleasure and tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her own tongue was now darting in and out of her mouth, as if seeking a taste of reality in this fantasy.

With her toy in her left hand, Andee began to rub the pink tip of the vibrating cock along her pussy lips, imagining the stranger was preparing to slide his swollen cock into her. She could see in her mind the erection of the stranger, circumcised with the large head glistening from sliding along her moist and swollen pussy lips. As the end of her toy became more and more wet, she began to slip it in deeper and deeper, letting her mind run with the image of his massive hard-on disappear into her.

Andee's right hand continued to caress and massage her clit in a circular motion, while her dildo inched it's way into her now-dripping cunt. The vibrations from the toy really set her hormones on fire. She slowly began to arch herself against the toy with each inward thrust. It felt so good to have this toy cock inside her, but it also made her long for the real thing.

Her mind was alive with the idea of feeling this stranger fucking her. She wondered how it would feel to have a new cock working her, someone different ... how would it feel, or how they might approach the moment, kiss, all those things that she and her husband had done for the past 17 years together. She fantasized about running her hands up and down his muscular arms, across a broad chest, pulling on strong shoulders so she could feel him on top of her. She thought about how she liked it when a guy would be on top and she could put her hands on his ass cheeks and help force him deeper with each thrust.

As Andee continued to let her mind wander, she felt her orgasm building. Her fingers began to swirl faster, and she pumped her fake cock deeper and deeper. Within a few more strokes she felt her climax rising ... her breathing faster ... her moaning louder ... until it was there! Andee let out a long, deep gasp as her entire body tingled and twitched through her intense orgasm.

"Oh gawd," she said out loud, as she gently slid the still vibrating toy from her soaking pussy. Her juices slowly ran from her cunt, down between her ass cheeks, as Andee lay still for a few minutes.

"Damn, I need a good fuck," she finally said, as she sat up and saw the wet spot she left on the bed sheets.

Miles | A Daydream at the Beach

The beach can be a calm or a seductive place.  Rules change, as do behaviors, but oftentimes there are constraints that can’t be avoided.  Picture a beach, extremely warm and bright.  A solitary female, very dark sunglasses, dark brown hair, is resting on a blanket after some lazy reading.  Knowing that a simple one-piece suit fits her everyday public persona, she instead has opted for a modest string bikini.  After all, she is forty years old, has two children, but maintains the body of an eighteen-year-old.  She likes the interested look of strangers, and there is little chance of someone from her daily life coming across her today.  If they did, she would relish the thought of this minor exhibitionism on her own terms.

The perils of too much sun are well known to all, and the spouse appears to remind her about a fresh application of sun block.  She acknowledges the concern and notes she needs some help.  A mechanical application of lotion across the back and between the shoulder blades covers the hard to reach spots.  The rest of the surface area is left to the lady.  As she lies back down on her stomach, she unties the neck and back straps of her top and thinks about how it might have been.

A low voice asks her if she has been in the sun very long.  He suggests that her skin is starting to show a touch of pink, and it might be time for some more lotion.  She thinks about it and agrees that a fresh application of sun block would be a good idea.  He offers to help, and she nods her assent.

He begins at the nape of her neck, working downward with both hands and slowly massaging the muscles toward her shoulders.  Lightly applying a layer of sun block to the top, side and back of her ears, he is careful not to get lotion in her hair.  He notes the sensitivity in her lobes as he gently squeezes them.  He returns to her neck, senses that she is not relaxed, and slowly works the tension from that area.

He notes the delicate tone, yet subtle strength in her shoulders as he works slowly downward.  Circular motion with first one hand and then the other covers the blades and the center of her back.  Her arms are resting loosely at her sides, partially in modesty at her essential toplessness.  He reaches down and extends her left arm, applying lotion starting at the shoulder and working down the upper arm, which can be covered on both sides at once.  First the triceps, biceps and elbow, and then down to the forearm and wrist.  Special attention is paid to her hand, with each finger receiving individual treatment.  The process is repeated for the right arm.

She is more relaxed now, and places her arms above her, with her hands crossed to form a pillow.  She anticipates his firm hands and the lotion on her lower back.

His hands do not disappoint.  He begins on her spine, half way down her back, tracing small circles with his fingertips, and working methodically lower until he reaches the top edge of her swimsuit.  With both hands on the center of her lower back, he extends the motion outward until the hands work to the side of her slender waist.  Slowly he applies the lotion on her sides, extending up to the start of her rib cage.

She feels a new drop of lotion on the small of her back.  His right hand takes it and begins moving down and in a smooth motion his fingers probe across her back, underneath the waist of her bikini by no more than an inch.  “We wouldn’t want you to burn if your suit shifted a little,” offered the voice.  She smiles, but does not speak.

Attention moves to her feet.  Long and narrow, with garnet polish, they have always looked to her unattractive.  Like most women who have features somewhat at variance with the popular standards society sets out in airbrushed photographs, she is unduly critical.  He knows better.  Her feet are sensuous in the extreme and he lingers over them.

Each toe receives as close attention as the fingers did.  The balls of her feet are gently caressed. 

She suppresses a giggle as his touch is a bit too light.  Sensing this, he increases the pressure and lengthens the strokes along her foot.  Both feet are thoroughly massaged and completely protected from the sun.

By now her legs have moved slightly apart, allowing his hands full access to each muscle.  The narrow ankles look too fragile to support any weight at all, and her calves flow in a graceful arch down her leg.  His hands work purposefully up to her knee on each side. 

Her sense of ease is now dominating, but there is also a sense of anticipation.  As both hands are placed on the back of her right thigh, she feels the lotion covering every inch of this space.  He stops short of her bottom, and repeats the slow process on the left side.  She feels her legs moving ever so slightly further apart, almost as if without volition.

Sensing that he is done with her back, she wonders what she should do next, until she hears more lotion being applied to his hands.  Starting on the outside of her hips he slides his hands under the ties of her bikini, this time extending perhaps two inches under the fabric.  Very slowly he brings his hands together, maintaining the penetration, moving across her bottom toward the inner sides of her leg.  She resists her natural urge to tilt her pelvis upward to greet his hands.  His hands stop just short of the point where different moistures would mix, and then they are gone.

“Shall I continue with the front?”

The answer is clearly yes, and her hands automatically begin to tie back the top of her bikini, but she stops, and decides there is a better way.  Without elevating her torso, she reaches down and places a hand between the blanket and each breast.  She rolls over, barely maintaining her cover, elbows pointing out.  The sun is penetrating in its intensity, but all she can feel is the response of her breasts to her own touch.

He dabs the sweat from her face, and then, using only two fingers on each hand, he begins gently applying the lotion to her forehead, temples, cheeks and chin.  This is a face that he can, and does, dwell on.  Removing her sunglasses and carefully avoiding her eyes, he covers her eyelids, her nose and the supple area around her mouth.  A fleeting, almost imperceptible kiss is extended as his fingers brush against her lips.  He replaces the sunglasses.

Having already covered the arms, he next applies lotion to her long, graceful neck, her shoulders and her collarbone.  She knows this area is one of her great features, and he too appreciates the accent it provides to the character in her face.  Normally, she dresses with high collars to de-emphasize these assets, but today she wants all the attention they deserve.

As his hands work to cover the shoulder area, they frequently bump into her hands, which are still carefully guarding her modesty.  He decides that her arms could use a bit more lotion and in a singular motion he begins at her shoulders and works down her arms.  Quickly his hands are on top of hers, rubbing back and forth along the length of her fingers.  The added pressure on her breasts quickens her breathing.  Her fingers spread apart slightly, allowing her increasingly erect nipples to slide though.  Ever so slightly his hands brush across their extended surface.

As quickly as it began, the stroking of her hands stops, and she reforms her close cover.  The sensation in her breasts does not subside, however.

She next feels his touch on her waist and stomach.  Smooth, flat, but still feminine, it is a part of her body of which she is appropriately proud.  His fingers meet at her belly button and draw away toward her waist.  The bottom of her bikini is just an inch or so below her navel.  He puts lotion on the index finger of his right hand and, starting at the tie on her right hip, he traces a line just under the elastic at her waist until he reaches the left tie.  She wanted him to probe lower, but it was not to be.

His hands return to her stomach and begin working upward across her rib cage.  This time they do not go on top of her hands but instead slide effortlessly underneath.  She holds his hands tightly and together they move in a circular motion.  Her back arches ever so slightly.  After several complete rotations, his touch lightens.  Using only his pointer and middle fingers on each hand, the motion slows and narrows in radius until he is drawing tiny circles around her now fully erect nipples.  Finally, he draws each nipple between his thumb and fore finger, gently squeezing and turning until she lets out a soft moan.  His hands slide away leaving hers in place to try to hold on to the sensation.

As her breathing slows, she feels his hands working up toward her knees along her shins.  She is amazed at his pace.  As she is building her inner fire, he keeps everything in control.  He spends as much time on her lower legs as he did her arms, which seemed to her to occur hours ago.  Delicate massaging of her knees follows, with special attention paid to the tiny dimples on the side.  His hands move firmly from there to her thighs, and she feels her legs part by a few inches. 

Both hands caress her left thigh, stroking back and forth from the knee up to the top.  At the extreme, she feels his little finger of his right hand brush against the fabric of her bikini, and she strains in anticipation of the motion.  The activity is repeated on the right thigh, only this time it is his left hand that wanders too close to the material.

She knows he has applied lotion under every edge of her bikini so far.  She trembles in anticipation, eyes tightly closed, worrying simultaneously that he will continue, or perhaps he might not.  She is not ready for this to end.

She hears the lotion once again squirting into his hand and waits.  But not for long.  The fingers of his right hand reach up under the tie on her right hip.  He very slowly begins to move down her leg, his hand covered by two inches of fabric.  The pace is almost imperceptible.  His fingers only stop when they encounter the first of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  He withdraws them slightly, but continues down the elastic of her leg.

Deep inside her thigh, he increases the pressure of his fingers.  This causes his thumb outside the material to brush not so lightly across her clitoris.  Her emotions are extreme, but she maintains some semblance of composure.  Her hands clutch at her breasts as the sensations build in waves.

He repeats the motion on the left side.  Incredibly he follows the same pace, the same line, the same finishing touches.  Also incredibly, she does not roll over onto his hand.  She wants those fingers to probe deeper, but she lets him direct the action.

Perhaps she should not have.  He removes his hands from her body, places the top back on the now almost empty sun screen bottle, and whispers to her that she should be adequately protected for a while.  She thanks him quietly, and rolls back over on her stomach.  A second later he is gone.

After a time that could have been minutes or longer, she hears the voice of a small child coming down the beach, ready to play.  She easily reties the strings on her top, sits up, and begins the next phase of her day at the beach.

While she is contentedly digging sand castles, she pauses and wonders if she will need some aloe vera lotion later….