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After quickly tossing back the rest of the cold brew, I hopped out of the pool, my dick still fully hard. Times like that made me glad for the privacy of my backyard—last thing I needed was my neighbors getting a glimpse of me waltzing around with a big tent under my baggies.
My cock throbbed as I hurried back into the house. A towel clung to my hips, but I still dripped water onto the tile floor as I damn near sprinted to the bathroom. By this point I was so horny I could hardly think straight.
Seconds after I rushed over the threshold of the bathroom I was in the walk-in-closet-sized shower (with spa setting, naturally), and standing amidst the blast of multiple showerheads. I glanced down, water dripping off the end of my thick, stiff cock.
Without even thinking, my hand was on it, my eyes closed and thoughts of Shania in my head.
“OK,” I said, my hand moving slowly up and down my length. “Time for a little…creative reimagining.”
My eyes still closed, pleasure ran through my body with each stroke. And I was soon back in my own head, the scene at the spa.
Here’s how I would’ve liked it to go down. Shania freaks out, I jump up, the blanket slips down—so far, so good. Weird, but good. But instead of me flying out of there, I stand firm. In more ways than one.
“You OK, Sean?” she asks, her eyes locked onto my dick. “You seem a little…frazzled.”
I put my hands on my hip notches, all confidence. “’Frazzled’ is all I seem like?”
She matches my smile with one of her own, this one maybe a little craftier, more sensual, like she knows exactly what’s on my mind. “’Frazzled’ and…hot as fuck.”
OK, maybe a little corny, a little porned-out. But it was my fantasy, damnit.
“There a reason you’re…at attention like that?” she asks, still staring hard at my cock.
“There is. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what it is.”
“Maybe so.” She steps over to me, her hand dragging over the table as she does. “But I want to hear you say it.”
My cock was dripping by this point, and in the shower I was in full swing, stroking myself in the way I knew will bring a nice, mind-clearing orgasm.
“Because the second your hands touched my body,” I’m telling her in my mind, “I knew it was you. Only you can make me feel like this.”
Then I grab my dick by the shaft, making an expression so smoldering it’d burn a hole in the wall. Shania’s so close the dripping head is grazing against the white fabric of her tunic or toga or whatever that thing was.
“Well, it’s been so long since we’ve actually been one-on-one like this. Maybe it’s time we…get reacquainted?”
Totally detached from reality, sure, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me at that moment was the image of Shania in that kinda silly but kinda hot getup, her body mere inches from my head.
“Sounds great to me. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve got in mind?”
“Gladly.” Without another word, only a flash from her eyes and a sexy smile, she wraps her hand around my stone-solid shaft. She works it like this for a few good moments, my knees already feeling like they’re about to buckle—both in the real world and in my little fantasy.
After a touch more teasing, she opens her ripe, gorgeous mouth and begins licking me, her tongue moving over my head and feeling like she’s brushing it with warm silk. Then she opens her mouth and takes my head into her, holding it for a long second or two, her eyes flicking up at me as she oh-so-kindly gives me the chance to enjoy the sight of her with the end of my cock in her mouth.
I most certainly did enjoy that idea, as my mental directing lingered for a good few moments on this lovely sight before Shania took more and more of me into her mouth and kept building to a steady pace of sucking me.
The sounds of my hand on my cock were the perfect accompaniment to this part of the fantasy, the stroking matching the licking and sucking and kissing and everything else that a good blow job entailed.
And now onto part two. I sit up, swing my legs around, and sit with my legs on either side of her delicious thighs. I stand and slide my hands up her thighs, around to her ass, and land at her waist.
“Ready for your…happy ending?” she asks.
By this point the impending orgasm had sucked out all the creativity out of my fantasy. Only enough blood in the body to get one head to work, as they say. But I didn’t care. Seconds later I had pretend Shania turned around bent over the table, her perfect ass pointed toward me. With a quick motion, I flip up the flitty fabric of the…let’s go with “toga” and pull down the white, lacy thong beneath.
