Party girl - the beginning (Sex fantasy)

He pushed me against the locker roughly, hands frantically trying to undo the buttons on my top. So rough, I worried he might rip the buttons off.

Our mouths were locked together, my back pressed against the locker, held up in the air with my legs wrapped around him. At 6'2", over 200 pounds, he easily held me up.

My top, finally unbuttoned, with none ripped off, fell open, showing my red bra. He left my lips, kissing my exposed cleavage. I tried to take my top off as he kissed my breasts, but with me pinned to the locker, it didn't work, and I soon gave up to start working on his getting his jersey off.

His shirt came off with a slight grunt from him, and he was back to attacking my breasts. He lowered me down to the ground, setting me down, and I took off my top, trowing it to the side, then took off my top. He showed his appreciation of my freed breasts, not by staring, but by sucking. He grabbed my left breast while putting his mouth around my right nipple. His hand squeezed the one breast while his teeth bit down on the nipple. It hurt, my eyes tearing up slightly, but excited me.

His sweat hung on him like a cologne, pungent, yet intoxicating. It smelled manly, testosterone laced. I pulled his sweats down, exposing his boxers, and was rewarded with fingers grasping my panties under my skirt, the part covering my pussy, and him pulling. Hard. I heard them rip. It stung slightly, but mixed with the lust and drove me to return the favor, pulling his boxers down.

He quickly stepped out of them, and picked me up, pushing me against the locker again.

He buried his face in my breasts as I felt his stiff cock press against my pussy. He pushed in slightly, moistening the tip, and pulled back out. Pushed in again, deeper. Thrust in again, entering me further, a gasp escaping my lips. Two more thrusts, and he was in me completely. He thrust quickly, over and over, his cock almost out, then back in, almost to my cervix. Back out, and in again.

Meanwhile his mouth found mine, and we locked our lips together, tongues exploring, penetrating. Mine penetrating his mouth, his penetrating mine. His hands squeezed my breasts, caught my nipples, pulled them.

Already I felt myself close to orgasm, pushed over the edge when I felt his cum fill my pussy.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight as the orgasm rolled over me.

I stayed there as he thrust deep inside a couple more times, his cum warming my pussy, filling it to overflowing.

Putting me back down, my legs spread, the cum dripping from my lips, sticky, wet, hot.

"TJ, get out here, now," the coach yelled.

"Shit, he must have caught us," I said.

TJ just gave me a grin and started pulling on his clothes.

We left the locker room, and I gave him a quick kiss. From the office next to the hall, we heard "Get your ass in here and close the door."

I squeezed his hand and continued on, leaving the hall, to wait for him near his car.

I didn't wait that long for him. About 10 minutes later, he opened the door and walked across the parking lot.

"What did he say?" I asked, worried that one, or both, of us would be in trouble.

"That he needs me to come in this Saturday for practice. He is worried about my stance."

"What?" I asked, wonder what he was talking about.

My boyfriend laughed. "He didn't say anything about us having sex in the locker room. He was just worried about the next game, and wanted to work with me to improve."

I felt both relieved, and a little let down. "Oh."

TJ laughed again. "I am his best lineman. He wouldn't care if we had sex on his desk, as long as I get the job done."

I let out my own laugh, definitely not ladylike, and flashed him a grin. "So, when are we hitting his office?"

We were both high school students. While I might not have been the cheerleader type, I was still popular, and still dating TJ.

TJ was the biggest guy on the football team. He was almost ruggedly handsome, but not quite. In fact, TJ was mostly an almost when it came to looks. Almost attractive. His eyes almost an attractive color. His hair almost wavy, almost the right shade of dark brown.

The sad part was, TJ was just as close to ugly as attractive. He was...average, in every way. Until you got to his body.

He was big. As stated before, 6'2" tall. He was over 200 pounds, and not in fat. Pure muscle, he was the very essence of testosterone fueled men. While no one would ever call him handsome, no one would ever call him anything bad, at least not to his face.

I loved to run my hands over his chest, play with his pecs. Squeeze his tight ass. I felt safe with him, secure. No one tried to do shit to me, not with him around.

Lately though, it had not been going well. His temper seemed to have picked up. One time, we had an argument, and he hit me. He promised it would never happen again, so I let it slide. After all, I loved him. It seemed like we had sex less often, like he wasn't in the mood. I didn't understand why-until I caught him.

Questions about excuses

So, I wanted to ask some of you something.

Lets say someone was coming over for a repair. Like a hot water unit repair in a bathroom, or to collect stuff for moving, or install cable, or whatever.

What kind of excuses would seem plausible to a guy for a girl to show herself off either partially or fully exposed. Not just any excuse, but an excuse that seems believable on why a girl would be seen by the guy in a partially undressed or completely undressed state.

I know some, like leaving the bedroom door cracked while changing, but that doesn't give me any ideas when the repairman is in the bathroom by the living room, fixing the hot water heater. He wouldn't see unless he wandered around the house, which he shouldn't be doing.

I want to give a bit of a tease, but not give them the impression that I want to have sex, so they would need to think that the exposure is unintentional.

I have some clothes that are a bit opaque that I can get away with, but want to know how to take it even further. Running through the living room in a towel to get to the bathroom for my shower is okay, and my towel slipping, but, aside from something like that, I cannot think of other ways to actually be in a sexy little nothing, or nothing at all, without them thinking I am showing off on purpose.

Wearing a short skirt is okay, exposing panties, but what if I just want him to see me in the panties without the skirt? Or bottomless?

A top that is slightly see through, while I am wearing no bra, is easy to justify, but how do I do away with the shirt, and just wear a bra, or go completely topless?

So, any male readers out there, I beg, please give me some ideas. I have the moving guys coming in a few days, and want to be ready. I already missed a great opportunity when the water heater repair man was over. Once I move, I will even have to have the cable guys over, and some delivery guys. Lots of opportunities, and I really need your help. I will even write up some stories based on what I try.

Please, please, leave me your comments below.

Changing room quickie (Quickie Fantasy)

Here is a nice quickie I wrote for someone today. A naughty little fantasy, an idea built off my "To Dress in Wind and Flowers" real life story. Who knows what adventures changing rooms may hold for us.


He sees me in the changing room, door slightly cracked. I watch him, watching me, and slip off my clothes. He stares hungrily, and I pull the door open wider, letting him know I want him to join me. He slips in, and we close the door. 

I strip him quickly, kneeling in front of him, taking him in my mouth, licking him up and down before sucking hard, harder, licking, sucking, tasting, savoring, until he cums in my hot mouth. 

I turn around after he is hard again, spreading my legs, bending over, hands against the wall. I feel him enter me, pushing into me, his penis penetrating my wet pussy. I feel him thrusting, slowly, faster, faster, harder, more. Moans escape me, probably heard by others, but I do not care as he speeds up more, pounding me until he cums, deep inside my pussy. 

He pulls up his pants, buttons them, arranges his shirt, and leaves the stall. 

I leave the door open, seeing a couple others in range, watching me in the changing room, still naked, sweaty, the store attendants cum slowly dripping from my pussy. I smile and wink, beckoning them to join me.