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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 1 of 2
Summary: Alessia, a university student, is seduced on a train on her way
home and is then introduced to a club for lesbians.
Keywords: FF, FFF, exhib, mast
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Fantasy Fulfilment {FF, FF+F, fant, mast, exhib}
By Alessia Gerini. Copyright 2000
Prologue
Back in my undergraduate days I had to take a long train ride to get to and
from the university. A really boring trip and the train were always so damn
crowded. I used to have to stand most of the time, as to get a seat one had
to be early, but I was hardly ever early. My timetable only gave me just
enough time to catch this one, home, that is. Anyway, at least sometimes a
girl would be close enough for me to perv at. I even got to look down their
tops occasionally. Not that I ever really got to see much, but I would
mentally undress them. You know, fantasise about their bodies, what they'd
taste like, whether they would be hot in bed, all that usual kind of stuff.
The trip took about 50 minutes by a one-stop express and a girl can get hot,
sweaty and wet in that time. The worst part of train rides for me, was, at
times being groped. Gezus, guys would grab anything, and in the crowd one
hardly ever knew who it was.
I found a spot near a door that was reasonably safe from these intrusions,
but one that also overlooked the main seating area. The spot was really for
passengers using wheelchairs, but luckily it was hardly ever used, anyway
there are four of these spots, one inside each doorway. To overcome the
boredom when there was nothing else to look at, I began to amuse myself on
the way home, by holding my bag of books in front of me, then slipping a
hand up my shorter skirts and playing with myself behind the bag. It got so
that I'd wear short skirts, or front buttoning ones, regularly. Boy did that
relieve the boredom.
This little enjoyment did, however, lead me into an interesting saga. I'll
tell you about it.
Chapter 1
A couple of weeks into my second year I noticed a tall, striking woman who
would get on the train and stand opposite me. She gave me a friendly smile.
'Fair,' I thought, 'not at all bad looking,' returning her smile. She was
very well groomed and she wore expensively cut tailored business suits. She
had short well-cut auburn hair that showed off her creamy skin and green
eyes. Only in her late twenties, I guessed, as her` figure was firm, and she
had clear smooth facial skin. Her suits made it hard to see her body, but
she did have shapely legs and a nice tight rounded butt.
I was immediately attracted to her. And that smile! It did things to me and
I love those feelings. She regularly got off at the only stop en route. She
always smiled at me before she alighted and I always returned it; it made me
feel special. I liked her a lot and each time she smiled at me, that
gorgeous tingling came over me and made my nipples spring into their proud
position too, hard as pebbles. God, I love those sensations.
It definitely seemed she always had that effect on me and I enjoyed it so
much. It got stronger each time I saw her, to the point that I only had to
see her to become aroused. When she smiled at me I would get so many heavy
tingles, I sometimes thought I might come if she just touched me.
After about three weeks her 'spot' was taken, and then I found her behind
me. She leaned into my ear saying, "Hello, sexy." Her voice, deep and
melodic, sent shivers through me. My body reacted as if she'd smiled at me.
Throughout my aroused, foggy state I thought, what's this *sexy* business.
God, don't tell me she's seen me *playing*'
When she got off she mouthed, "Good bye Sweetie." and smiled.
Before I thought about it I'd mouthed back, "Bye, see you tomorrow."
For the rest of the trip I fantasised about being with her as my boobs and
groin slowly came down after the effect of her smile. I rushed home and
relieved myself.
She was beautiful and I loved her, well, lusted after her. As I lay awake
that night, I started to wonder about the magic of her smile. I remembered
that each time she smiled at me I got these gorgeous feelings right through
me. Her smile was an instant turn-on. I have been in love, and have been
turned on by my lover's presence, but this was different. I didn't know this
woman, yet she was instantly able to get my nipples proudly hard and going
wet, just by smiling at me. And each time I saw her smile the sensations
were increasingly intense and hitting me faster, plus I looked forward to
seeing her. It was quite strange. Lying there just thinking about her turned
me on, and I found my fingers circling on my clit', getting me off
wonderfully.
Wanting to look sexy for her, the next day I wore my, not quite waist-length
top, and front-buttoned full skirt and my briefest bikini panties. I
freshened my make up, perfumed and combed my hair before taking my spot on
the train. She was late. 'God, please let her make it.' I thought. When I
saw her rushing down the passageway, my heart skipped more than a beat or
two.
She took up station behind me again giving me a big smile; I smiled back
while my body beautifully responded to her presence. She spoke softly into
my hair saying just, "Hello," but it as not an ordinary 'Hello' somehow she
made it sound erotic.
My knees went weak, my heart rate increased. I managed to say, "Hello, you
nearly missed it." I became very aware of her leaning against me.
"Yes, too close," she breathed into my hair. "I wouldn't have wanted to miss
you, would I?"
Miss me? Surely she meant the train. My body was responding stronger, more
intensely than ever. God, I was a mess of quivering, aroused female flesh. I
loved it. Forgetting my usual game, I raised some courage and slowly leaned
back onto her. Quickly she was onto my new game and twisted a little to look
out of the window, half turning on to me.
'God,' I thought, her breast pressed into my back. It felt great. The cheek
of her buttock was against my hip and waist; that felt good too. She must
have known this because she moved onto me as the train swayed. Unconsciously
I sighed in my pleasure. 'Hell,'" I thought, I hope she didn't hear that:
wrong, she had. She gave a little cough as she slid her hand under my top to
rest it just on my waist. 'Oh, god, heaven,' I thought. I turned my head as
far as I could towards her, gasping in a lung full of air as my knees
wobbled.
"You're hand is ... " my voice barely a whisper, "wonderful."
Very carefully, very slowly her hand, so soft on me, moved upwards. I froze!
My back going goosy, nipples hardening, my breathing rate increasing. This
immaculate woman was hitting on me big time, and I loved it. I bit my lip as
her fingertips touched the underside of my right breast. She ran her
fingertips back and forth, gradually feeling me through my bra. My heart was
now pounding in my chest, and my pussy had started dampening badly. What
should I do? I'm trying to think while I'm getting more and more aroused. In
the meanwhile the fingertips are easing beneath my under wire. Shit, my bob
will pop out soon. I was scared out of my brain, but so damn excited. I
looked around, nobody was taking much notice of anything; lots of bored
faces, a few chatting.
'Oh, god, it's going,' I whispered to myself.
I heard a muffled giggle next to me, then, "You are a one aren't " the woman
said softly.
Just then my bra popped off my breast flicking my nipple as it went.
"Ah, oh, mmmmmmmmm ... " came out of my mouth.
Two or three people looked at me. I pretended nothing had happened but
inside I churned; my panties were now distantly wet. I became flustered; the
woman laughed softly, her fingers running over my areola and nipple. It was
bloody glorious, but what was I supposed to do, for god sake. I was scared
silly in case anyone saw, but I had almost willed it to happen. Now my
fantasy was happening and I just stood there taking it. I wanted desperately
to turn to her and kiss her everywhere, but I couldn't do that, not here
anyway. She pinched and rolled my nipple between her finger and thumb, I
winced as the pain and the pleasure hit my brain and pussy in quick
succession. It was exciting and highly erotic, yet scary. I was terrified of
being seen, being caught, being exposed.
My libido is just so strong sometimes it frightens me. But right now my lust
hadn't yet taken over from my brain, but I knew it would if this kept up
much longer. I quickly decided to wait until she got off at her station. She
did it again; I nearly dropped my bag of books, as I slammed my hand over my
mouth stifling my groan. As scared as I was, the thrill was fantastic. I
wanted more time with her doing this to me. I was starting to dribble a
little down my legs. I reckoned twice more and I'd lose it. Her stop was
close now. Her fingers quickly moved to my other breast, flicking my bra off
my boobs and she squeezed my left nipple just enough to hurt a bit but so it
sensitised it and made me hornier.
'Oh, god, damn it,' I murmured, I was hers, I thought through my hazy-eyed,
aroused self. Once more was going to be enough to send me to the 'I'll do
anything' mode.
The train was stopping, she said, "Follow me." It wasn't an order 'voice'
but a request. I was in no condition to refuse, god, I wanted to go, so I
did. She made a passageway to the train's door and I followed her onto the
platform when she alighted. She went into the ladies restroom. I followed.
She said, calmly and quietly, "Take your bra and your panties off and give
them to me." I complied. Her eyes shone as she viewed my nakedness. I loved
her looking at me with me with lust in her eyes. It was how I felt about
her. I was definitely turned-on big time by now.
She stuffed my undies into her shoulder bag. She then stunned me completely
by taking off her own. I gaped at her, mouth open. She had a glorious body,
her skin so creamy and beautiful breasts about 34C cups I guessed. Not as
big as mine but her areolae were almost pink and her nipples were long thin
ones. Her legs, oh god, her legs long lean covered by the sheerest of stay
up stockings with lacy tops. Her pubes were shaved off, all but a decorative
trimmed black vee shaped patch on her mound. So sexy!
She said softly, "Come with me."
Dumbstruck, I followed, she let me catch up and wordlessly we walked, side
by side, down a moderately busy street, shops and small boutiques down each
side. This was an expensive shopping district.
Now slightly calmer, I found my voice asking, "Who are you?"
She reassured me, "Alessia, my name is Angelina and you have a 'mission' if
you want some excitement in your life. I'll explain soon. We are almost
there."
How come did she know my name? What did she want from me? Excitement, of
course, but what? Why no undies?" Questions, so many questions running
through my head, but somehow I knew that if I waited, all would be revealed.
I was not scared, but felt an unprecedented sexual excitement building in
me. I had reckoned that this was ultimately going to be erotic but ... The
questions persisted.
She took me by the hand and led me into a coffee shop. Of course I followed
her in, and we went to a cubicle at the rear of the shop, where the lighting
was subdued and with distinctly cosy ambience. We shuffled around in the
seat, so that we were side by side at the rear of the booth. By now I was so
aroused, but also intrigued almost beyond endurance.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Alessia, patience." Before I formulated a question her, hand went to my
neck, her soft long fingers playing over my skin just below my hairline. My
spine arched as I quivered in anticipation. God, what next? Her other hand
went to my knee causing me to draw a deep breath as my nipples shot out to
their stiffest, proud selves once again.
"Angelina, I can call you that?" I asked in a quavering voice. "What is my
mission?" She picked up on that quaver in my voice. "Why me?"
She was softly spoken and explained, "Alessia, we are a small group of
women."
"How do you know my name?" I bravely broke in.
"Research. As I was saying, I recruit new members. Do you want to find out
more?" she asked.
"Y..yes," I stuttered.
"But you want to know why you, right?"
"Well, yes?"
"For starters, because you are lesbian, and we only need women like you."
"How can you be so sure of that lesbian bit?" I asked defensively.
"Oh Alessia, if you were not, you would have at least protested by now. Or
perhaps you could be bisexual, but I know otherwise. I have powers, powers
that tell me these things amongst others."
"I ... you seemed to know from the first time I saw you on the train that I
liked you, but I hadn't guessed that you knew I was lesbian." I said looking
at her in a new light. "Does this mean you are too?"
"Yes I am, and I lead a sort of club here."
My mind, distracted by her touch, didn't then question her further, but knew
that I must sometime soon. Her slender fingers found my ear lobe, and she
had moved her mouth closer to my other ear as she was speaking to me. I
didn't know what to do with my hands so I put them on the table, and then
propped up my chin with my hand under it to face her better. A younger woman
came from nowhere and slid in beside me. She was a very attractive,
brown-eyed, silver blonde, well groomed and carried a very sexy smile. She
wore a cut off T-shirt but well done, not a sloppy look at all, and a short
skirt.
Angelina introduced me to Ingrid. I lowered my hand to the table so I was
able to converse with both women. Ingrid seemed highly excited, saying to
Angelina, "I have my mission drafted for you to see."
Angelina grinned widely at both of us. As my tingles came I saw that Ingrid
was affected also. Angelina's fingers moved under my top over my shoulders.
It seemed to be a signal as Ingrid looked into my eyes, interlocking her
fingers in mine on the table. She felt good.
"I have my mission figured out," she said again.
"Good, Ingrid, I'll go through it with you when I've seen to Alessia. Please
stay with us."
Not waiting for an answer Angelina said to me, "If you want me to I will
help you, to accomplish your wildest fantasies, whatever they are, although
there are some caveats, the major one is that you cannot include
non-consensual acts. But you may be devious and seduce."
"You mean my sexual fantasies?" I spluttered.
"Yes, of course." Ingrid chipped in.
"You do have some don't you?" Angelina cooed. "Like right now; what do you
want?"
I actually desperately wanted to come in that coffee shop, even if I let out
Meg Ryan 'When Harry Met Sally' noises.
I said, "Remember the coffee shop scene in 'When Harry Met Sally', well,
right now, my fantasy is to really orgasm in a similar scenario."
I looked at them both a little coyly, but neither was even slightly fazed,
and was, it seemed, waiting for more. So I continued, "My fantasies are
mostly exhibitionist. Like um ... walking out of the ocean at a crowed beach
stark naked. Or, making love to somebody in a very public place. Stuff like
that."
"Well," Angelina grinned, "That shouldn't be a problem, those are common
fantasies. If you join us we can help you devise plans that accomplish these
things while minimizing the risks, and gradually raising the stakes to
greater fulfilment, until you feel free enough to allow your fantasies take
you anywhere you want to go."
"That sounds like too much. I couldn't do a lot of the things I fantasise
about," I grinned.
"Maybe not now, but the question is do you want to take the next step and
learn how to play out your fantasies 'safely'?" Angelina became serious in
tone, but her eyes kept shining and her mischievous smile continued when I
didn't immediately reply. "I can help you with your "When Harry Met Sally."
fantasy, now, if you give me permission."
"Oh, yes please," I said almost instinctively. Angelina smiled and I noticed
Ingrid grin.
"Ok, Alessia, put both hands face down on the tablecloth, move forward on
your seat and sit up straight." Excited by her smile and the unknown, I did
as requested.
Angelina leaned to my ear saying quieting, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
She kissed my ear breathing in it, and then ringing it with her tongue's tip
sending goose bumps down my back. I involuntarily arched my back and drew a
quick breath. Angelina was on my right, and she slipped her right hand under
my top on to my bare waist again. She slid her soft fingers and palms over
my tummy, gradually moving it again.
I guessed what was coming; the excitement must have been written all over my
flushed face. I was aware of Ingrid watching me. I had not experienced a
near stranger being so intimate, and I was very aware or my reactions. It
was exciting. I desperately tried to keep a straight face while my body and
mind were sending glorious signals back and forth: all over me.
I looked around to see if anybody was looking. No, thank god, that fear of
being seen was still strong in me, but strangely, now it was very much a
part of the thrill and was a turn-on in itself. Sitting up straight allowed
my top to fall away from my torso, but that wonderfully smooth hand was
approaching my boobs from below. I asked myself, 'Would she really ...?'
Then her fingers touched the sensitive undersides of my breasts that were
now, of course, bare of any bra type of encumbrance.
Shit, she is. She is going to touch my breasts, and the sensations swept
over me. Only a few people had gone past, but they had been there, and they
could have seen. They would see this. My god, her hand was fantastic as it
now cupped one breast after the other. I couldn't help it, my breathing
increased. Her expert fingers ran around my areolae, and now rock-hard
nipples. She got my left nipple between her middle fingers, palm underneath,
and squeezed and pulled. The unbelievably wonderful sensation went straight
to my pussy that somehow, had got itself wetter than a sliced watermelon. My
labia had swollen and I became acutely aware of the throbbing within it.
Angelina leaned close again, brushing her lips on my cheek as she spoke
close into my ear, "Do you mind if Ingrid helps me?"
At this stage anyone in the coffee shop could have helped for all I cared.
Gasping for air I nodded, "Yes," swallowed quickly so as not to let out the
moans and groans I wanted to. I looked at Ingrid. Ingrid had a Cheshire cat
smile on her face.
Angelina spoke across me to Ingrid asking her if she would slip her hands
under the table and, "Fix sweet Alessia up from down there."
Mind racing, pulse racing, gasping for air I desperately clamped my mouth
shut, knowing that with such sensitive boobs, any more stimulation,
especially of my now highly sensitized pussy, and I would quickly reach the
point of no return and loose control. The terror of being caught was now not
lost on me, but added to the intensity of the extraordinary pleasure
Angelina was inflicting on me with just her hand. Just then Ingrid's hand
slid up my inner thigh. 'Mmmm', god no. I bit hard on my lip and wished for
her to slide right in deeply and thumb my clitoris. But no, she barely
touched my labia. Very gently she parted my legs until they were pressing
hard up against hers and Angelina's legs. Each of them put their legs over
mine, hooking their feet behind, locking my legs apart. Each of them pulled
my skirt up so that even I could see my pussy. I looked down, my labia had
stretched just slightly apart, swollen and the bright pinkness inside
exposed a little. I was totally vulnerable to them now.
Seeing myself like that while being at their mercy, I found so sexy, but I
suddenly realised that if anybody came past they had to be able to see me
totally exposed. I guessed that being so sexually excited had stopped me
caring but, yes, I would have been so acutely embarrassed, I would have died
with shame. The thrill of this in my mind contradicted my normal reactions.
Both were running their fingers slowly, softly up and down the sensitive
skin, over my inner thighs. After this teasing for a few minutes, the
fingers started brushing over my vulva. Each time their fingers got near,
they just brushed over it, getting closer and closer to my gaping outer
labia. My wetness had increased to, I'm sure, an oozing. I'm certain I could
feel my juices flowing down to my butt. The fingers started lingering there
longer and longer. I was certain my juices had to be dripping on the floor.
My juice's aroma was becoming more obvious, more pervasive. I find the
fragrance of pussy juice highly erotic, highly arousing, even my own,
especially my own. God, anybody walking past must be able to pick it up, oh
no, oh god, yes, wow smell me like this, to breathe it in.
It's unbelievable. Angelina starting to run her middle finger up and down,
between my puffed lips inserting it by just a fingernail length. I tried to
thrust at her finger ... no chance ... I, oh, jeez, I ... my boobs ached, my
pussy was ready to explode, but my clit hadn't been touched even then.
Angelina and Ingrid both were working my labia, running along the inside to
wet their fingers. I was on fire; each stoke, as gentle as they were, shot
straight to my clit, my nipples, my brain, right through all of me. I
desperately tried to stay in control, to be aware, to remember this right to
the end, though I just wanted to lose myself in the pleasure of it all. The
teasing, the exquisite pleasure was almost unbearable. I had lost much of
any useful vision, my eyes totally glazed over. I had not yet yelled out,
but oh god, what absolute bliss my ultimate orgasm would be. My breathing
had become erratically fast pants. A finger pressed against, my lips, it was
wet. I opened my mouth. The wet finger covered my tongue with my own juices.
The musky, aromatic taste told me it was my own juice. I greedily sucked it,
then another, a third. To me my taste has always been such a delicious
turn-on and I love it. Angelina and Ingrid were also sucking their fingers
with relish.
It became obvious to me that two sets of fingers were giving me this
sumptuous snack and glorious pleasure. The fingers were now entering me, but
avoiding contact with my clitoris, for all but an occasional wondrous brush.
Were they trying to break me? I didn't know, I didn't care, and I had to
have release. I had to orgasm, now, now, oh now, please. I couldn't think of
anything else.
Two or three fingers suddenly plunged into my deep, tight cavern, sliding on
my juices until they could go no further. Then out, then again plunging into
me. Oh my dear, sweet pussy became the centre of everything. After how many
deep insertions that I can hardly manage to recall clearly, the plunging
fingers twisted so the thumb came in contact with my strained, viscously
throbbing, bean-like clitoris. The thumb, not hard but still twisting
firmly, exquisitely giving pleasure. My world was pure pleasure in its
extreme. My juices gushed, or at least, it seemed that way to me, as the
wave after wave of pure pleasure rushed through me, over me. I lost control
completely, my back had bucked me back and forth as my body stiffened and
twitched with each wave. This was what I loved most, the glorious totality,
the take-over of an orgasm, or more precisely, multiple orgasms.
The orgasmic waves gradually subsided. I found my face on the table, while
gorgeous, smooth hands ran over my back, sides and breasts. As I stated to
regain a sense of whereabouts, and as I sat back against the seat, I found
myself being kissed all over my face.
As my eyes opened I saw Angelina with a straight, but loving look, asking me
if was all right.
After such a fantastic orgasmic experience? "All right, you ask, no, I don't
feel all right. I feel fantastic. Give me a moment to get my breath back,
and then I'll have another, please."
I heard the two giggle as I carefully checked to see if anybody was looking.
Angelina then spoke in a very serious tone and I turned my head look
directly her, "Alessia, I am going to offer you membership to our club. It
is, you will understand, exclusive and secretive. You may join a few of us
for coffee now, and then give me your answer tomorrow. Understood? But also
understand this, there are rules about secrecy and a few less serious ones,
such as never wearing your underwear in here."
"Can I answer now?" I asked laughing.
"No," Angelina said with a smile, "you will tell us tomorrow after you hear
the rules. Come on girls, coffee and cake for all."
Another three lovely women appeared, sliding into the seat around the table.
I wondered whether they had watched. My god, I was becoming aroused again at
the thought.
END PART ONE - Continued . . .
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