"Oh my God, I can’t believe this!” I said with surprise and
excitement to my colleague and friend, Sandra. I shoved the latest PLAYGIRL magazine
under her nose and pointed at the picture of a naked man.
“That’s Derek McDonald, he’s the guy that I went to college with. I can’t believe
he’s the centrefold model. He’s even more gorgeous than I could remember.” I plopped down
on my couch beside Sandra and stared at the picture dreamily.
Sandra looked at the picture and said, “He’s the guy that you had a major crush on?” I
nodded. Sandra continued with a wicked smile, “He’s really cute. And looked at the size of his
cock. It’s long and thick, no wonder you still thinks about him all these years.”
“Hey, I had never fucked him. I don’t know that he’s so well-hung,” I said with a giggle.
“I used to watch him play college football. He was friendly but really shy and quiet. Many
female students and professors would steal glances at him.”
“Yeah, and you have always wanted to fuck his brains out right?” Sandra said teasingly.
“Why don’t you give him a call and ask him out?”
“Ask him out? We were just acquaintances. I haven’t seen him in seven years, I bet he
don’t even remember who I am. Besides, I don’t have his number.”
“Look in the phone book or write to PLAYGIRL. I’m sure they’ll direct your fan mail to
him,” Sandra said. She stood up, stretched herself and yawned. “It’s late, I best get going.
I have to be on the set at 6 am. Thanks hon for having me ever.”
After Sandra left, I sat on my bed and pored over the naked pictures of Derek again.
Gosh, he looked so devastingly handsome, with his beautiful light green eyes looking right at
the camera and his come-hither smile, made me wet between my legs. I closed my eyes and began
to touch myself, imagining that it was Derek doing exquisite things to my body. His mouth
hungrily devoured mine, teasing and nibbling before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. His
big strong hands caressed my neck and shoulders before slipping them inside my gold silk teddy
to fondle my aching breasts. My nipples harden at his touch when he pinched them lightly.
“You have beautiful breasts, sweetheart,” he murmured as he licked his tongue over my erect
nipples before sucking my breasts, one at a time, lavishing them with love and tenderness.
I reached between our bodies for his engorged cock and stroked him. He was heavy and hot in
my hand. Moaning his encouragement into my ears, Derek caressed my flat belly and moved down to
cup my pussy. I opened my legs wider to let him touch me more intimately.
Deftly, he spreaded my wet flesh apart and rubbed his finger up and down my swollen clit.
The sensation was exquisitely exciting and electrifying. I moaned loudly and thrusted my pussy
against his finger.
“Derek, I want you to fuck me,” I pleaded as his finger continued its mindless seduction.
My body was like dry kinder, and Derek a lit match, both of us ready for the ultimate sensual
bonfire.
“I want you too,” Derek said hoarsely and with a groan, he thrusted his engorged cock
and buried it deep inside me. I gasped and shuddered as he slided in and out of me.
His slow rhythmic thrusting became fast and furious. With each slam, his glistening wet
shaft rubbed against my clitoris and my orgasm intensified to a red ball of fire. I tightened
my inner muscle, milking him for all its worth. Higher and higher, we climbed to the pinnacle of
our climax and with a loud moan, we fell into the spinning vortex and exploded.
Breathing heavily, I opened my eyes and languidly removed my sticky wet fingers from
my warm pussy. Damn, my fantasy about Derek was so real that I was completely blown away
by my own orgasm. I almost forgot where I was.
I threw my arm over my eyes and smiled. That was my first orgasm since my painful breakup
with my long time beau, Brandon two years ago. He cheated on me and his betrayal had hurt me
deeply. Since then I found myself unable to achieve orgasm with other men. As such I couldn’t
help blaming Brandon for ruining my sex life. But now that I had achieved orgasm because I was
turned on by Derek’s naked pictures, I knew he was my cure.
I quickly went through the phone book and searched for his number. Damn, there were at
least twenty guys listed with the same name. I grimaced. Having to repeat myself and taking the
risk of rousing his wife or girlfriend’s suspicion, was something that I didn’t like doing. That
meant I had to get in touch with him through the magazine.
I was never good nor comfortable at writing letters. After scribbling some sentences and
ruining the first five pieces of paper, I finally decided that a conventional, “Hi, how are you? My
name is Vivian Grace....” just won’t do. Without saying, he must have had a lot of fan mails so I
needed to write something that would make him sit up and take notice. But what? Then an idea
struck me.
A month later, I was just about to finish my entertainment segment when my secretary,
Tess, signalled me from behind the camera. She mouthed the words, “Your office,” before she
disappeared to her own. Thinking that my boss was waiting to see me, I waited till I said
good-night to my viewers before rushing back to my office.
I was surprised to find a big bouquet of pale pink tea roses on my desk. I sighed with
appreciation. They were beautiful and their intoxicating fragrance flooded my office. Eagerly,
I opened the attached gold greeting card. It read:
See you at your place tonight, at midnight, sweetheart!
Your Private Dancer
I frowned, wondering who might be the mysterious sender. I wasn’t dating anyone and it
sure wouldn’t be Brandon, for that cheapskate bastard would never spent money to buy me
expensive flowers. Quickly, I took the roses and the card over to Sandra who was in her dressing
room.
“It could be one of your ardent fans,” Sandra said with a smile after reading the card.
“He didn’t identify himself and he wants to come over to my place. Heaven forbid that
it’s a crazy stalker,” I said, feeling rather worried and suspicious.
“Or it could be your knight in shining armor,” Sandra said, patting my hand. “Don’t
worry, just make sure that the security guy at your condo won’t let any suspicious character to
come up to your suite.”
For the rest of the evening, all I could think of was my mysterious would-be visitor and
wondered if he would really turn up at my door-step. After a relaxing bubble bath, I sat naked
at my dressing table to brush my shoulder length sable hair. My mind began to drift and the
image of Derek naked appeared. I closed my eyes and imagined him standing behind me, caressing,
kneading and kissing my breasts. Just as I imagined him licking my pussy, my door-buzzer rang.
“Miss Grace, there’s a delivery for you,” Norman, the security guard announced.
“I didn’t order any take-out,” I said and then looked at my wall clock.
Midnight.
I gasped. Could it be the mystery man?
“Wait, send him up,” I said, feeling a little nervous and excited. Hurriedly, I put on my
matching silver grey lace underwear and silk robe and waited by the door.
My heart pounded as I listened to the elevator opened and footsteps at the marble hallway.
I looked through my peephole and saw a man in white Naval uniform. His face was shielded by the
brim of his hat.
I quickly threw open my door and looked at him. The towering man tilted his hat with his
index finger and smiled, “Hello, Vivien.”
I let out a gasp. It was Derek.
“It’s you,” I whispered, unable to believe my eyes. He looked so handsome in his uniform.
He reminded me of Richard Gere in “An Officer and a Gentleman” who came for his sweetheart.
Remembering my manners, I invited him into my suite.
After putting his large black leather tote bag down on the floor, Derek looked at me from
head to toe. His approving appraisal brought a delicious tremor of excitement in my veins.
“I got your letter,” Derek said softly as he stepped closer to me. I could feel his clean
breath against my cheek. “It’s very stimulating.”
My heart leaped with excitement at his compliment.
“I thought I would never hear from you,” I said trying hard not to feel giddy and nervous.I
felt as if I was dreaming. I was tempted to touch him, to see if he was real. “Thanks for the
beautiful roses. They’re my favorite color. Would you like a drink?”
I headed for the bar but Derek held me back and shook his dark head. “No, later. Let’s
not talk, I have something to show you.”
He took out a CD from his bag and walked over to my stereo. “May I?” he asked. I
nodded and sat watching, wondering what he was up to. He then turned down the light to a softer
glow and stood before me.
When Tom Jones’ “You can leave your hat on,” came on, Derek surprised me by jumping on to
my wooden coffee table, threw off his hat and white gloves and began to dance. My eyes widen
and my jaws dropped when he ripped open his top held together by velcro and revealed his tanned
broad chest. It then dawn on me what he was doing and the purpose of his visit.
He was performing a strip-tease for me just like I had described to him in my erotic letter!
I began to laugh softly. None of my past lovers had ever stripped for me and to have my
fantasy guy doing that was something that I could only dream of. This was simply wild! My
pussy began to throb as I watched him moved to the sexy music.
Looking straight into my eyes, Derek shot me a come-hither smile and swayed his half-naked
body seductively. I held my breath as he ripped open his fly before dropping his pants in a
slow teasing manner. Clad only in a black micro mini G-string, he swayed his firm bubble
butt from side to side before turning his back and showed me his beautiful cheeks. God, he was
magnificient! His shaven balls were round and temptingly delicious. In between his dance, Derek
would lean down and lightly brushed his cheek or body against mine.
Those feathery touches excited me so much that I would reach out to touch him but he
would quickly pulled away.
“No touching sweetheart,” Derek said with a wicked smile.
He pulled down his G-string strap an inch at a time and gave me a glimpse of his cock.
Just as I was expecting him to take it all off, he pull his G-string back up. I let out a groan. What
a teaser he was, and an incredible sensual one too!
When the music ended, he quickly jumped off the table and said, “I’ll be right back,”
before disappearing into my bathroom. Five minutes later, Derek stood before me dressed as a
medieval knight in armor and chain-mail. I smiled. Sandra was right, a knight in shining armor
had indeed landed on my lap.
Derek lifted his sword and began to parry and thrust. After shedding his armor, he naughtily
went down on all fours in a push-up position and began to flex his pelvis. His movement mimicked
fucking which absolutely mesmerizing and arousing. Down to his tiny G-strings again, he stepped
off the table.
“Do you want to see my toy?” Derek asked huskily, putting his crotch right at my face.
“Say yes, baby.”
“Yes, baby, show me,” I said, eyeing his hidden treasure like a ravenous feline.
Smiling seductively, Derek tugged at his straps and his proud magnificient cock sprung
forth. It was longer and thicker than shown in his pictures. He shook his engorged cock side to
side like a bait, tempting me to put it into my mouth. I was about to close my mouth over it
when Derek wickedly withdrew and cupped my face.
“You turn me on sexy,” he whispered into my ear and kissed a trail from my ear lobe to
my mouth. With a groan, he kissed me deeply and passionately.
I threw my arms around his neck and pressed myself tightly against him. “Oh, baby, I
can’t wait to fuck you,” I said huskily.
Seated on the table, Derek pulled me on to his lap and had me straddling him. He parted
my silk robe and exposed my full breasts. “Beautiful,” he said as he cupped and pushed them
together before bringing them to his ravaging mouth. I threw back my head and moaned. With
my hand between our bodies, I stroked and teased his beautiful stiff cock. A drop of pre-cum
appeared and I rubbed the wetness all over his round head. Derek moaned and shuddered.
Impatiently, he tugged at my panties.
I lifted my hips up slightly to let him push my panties aside and have his finger touching
my dripping wet pussy. Deftly, Derek rubbed my clit with his thumb and stuck his two fingers
inside me. In and out, he fucked me with his fingers, pushing deeper and deeper for my G-spot.
The exquisite sensation almost made me come.
“Oh Derek...,” I panted. I grabbed his cock, lifted my hips up and sank my hot flesh onto
him. My pussy wlecomed him lustily and I let out a throaty groan as I rode him hard.
“I couldn’t forget you, sweetheart,” Derek said as he thrusted faster and faster. “I had a
crush on you but you didn’t seem interested in me.” He bent his head and sucked on my
bouncing breasts.
“Are you kidding?” I was crazy about you. I’m so glad that we found each other,” I said
in between gasps and moans. “Oh baby, you’re great, better than my fantasy.”
Still tangled in each other’s arms, Derek laid me on the table and continued pumping into
me. His finger kept teasing my clit. The pleasure was so intense that I came in rapid succession.
Swearing, Derek flung his head back and exploded, his seeds flooded my pussy in a hot rush.
“Promise me that you be my private dancer every night,” I said sleepily.
“I promise to be everything you want me to me, darling,” Derek whispered and before
long we were rocking and rolling the rest of the night.
THE END
Copyright January 2001, All Rights Reserved
Doreen S. Foong
