The View From My Knees

Original photo by Lucky Bastard

I’d fantasized about him since the first time I saw him. He was tall, over six feet, and he had a lean, muscular body. His tousled blonde hair framed bright blue eyes and led down to a chiseled jaw line. After some initial shyness, I flirted with him shamelessly. I could tell he found me interesting, maybe even sexy, but I wasn’t sure if he would ever be more than a friend and a fantasy.

My hopes, and my fantasies, were given a jolt one night at a friend’s party when I gave him a playful, drunken lap dance. With my legs wrapped around him and a hefty amount of alcohol giving me a boost of confidence, I slowly kissed his neck, making my way up to his lips. Still playing hard-to-get, he reluctantly gave in. Our lips parted and our tongues met – lightly at first, then probing. He was a fantastic kisser. I slid my arms around his neck and gyrated against him, teased him. I could feel his response bulging in his lap, and I loved it. After that night, I knew I had to have him. His kiss had turned me on immensely, and I couldn’t wait to find out what other skills he’d been hiding.

When we eventually had sex for the first time, I was uncharacteristically nervous. I’ve been known to be shy at times, but when things reach the bedroom I am usually confident and ready to go. And now there I was: nervous as a virgin because I was fucking my fantasy. It wasn’t until we’d had a few more encounters that I was finally able to relax and let loose.

Then, the first time I wore lingerie for him – a gorgeous lacy bra and panty set – the nervousness came back. However, when I saw his reaction all of my nerves were forgotten. His eyes studied the way the garments cupped my breasts and framed my hips with eager approval. It was almost a shame to finally take them off. “I don’t think anyone has ever worn anything like that for me before. That is so hot,” he told me. I beamed.

A few weeks and several encounters later, I planned a special night where I intended to blow him away. After a casual dinner at a nearby restaurant, we went back to my apartment. I poured us each a drink, and we made out on the couch for several minutes. Then it was time for the main event. I put on some sexy music and excused myself to the bedroom, where I had laid out a special outfit. I slipped out of my clothes and put on a lacy pink-and-black bra and matching panties. Next, I slid into a pink satin lingerie skirt and strapped on a delicate pair of pink-and-black high heels. I gave myself a once-over in the full-length mirror and, feeling equal amounts of sexy and silly, returned to the living room.

I shuffled nervously into the room, fully aware that the effect would have been much better if I had strutted in confidently. I couldn’t help it; my nerves were getting the better of me. I tried to cover by playing coy. “Is this okay?” I asked in an exaggeratedly shy tone.

“Whoa!” was all he could say.

I smiled and giggled, my confidence returning. I took a sip of my drink and made my way up onto the stage, where my beloved stripper pole was waiting to aid in my seduction. I performed a few sexy moves in time with the pulsating beats of Goldfrapp. I shook my hips, ran my hands up and down my body, wrapped my legs suggestively around the pole, and performed a few of my favorite sexy spins.

“Are you ready for your lap dance?” I asked when the song was over.

“Yeah!”

I sat him in a dining chair and began my performance. Slowly and carefully, I placed one foot on the chair between his legs. I ran my hand down my raised leg and back up to my thigh. Placing my foot back on the floor, I turned around so that I was facing away from him. I sank down into his lap and slowly gyrated, so that my barely-covered ass rubbed against his bulging crotch. Next, I stood up and walked behind him. Placing my hands on his chest from behind, I bent over and ran them down the front of his body. I planted moist kisses on his earlobes and the back of his neck and then slid my hands back up to his broad shoulders. I slowly walked back around in front of him and stepped back so that he could get a good look at my entire body. Then, to his delight, I slid my little pink skirt down my legs and kicked it off with a flick of my high-heeled foot. I stood in front of him for a moment, letting him take in every curve of my body before stepping closer. Still facing him, I straddled one of his legs, sank down, and rubbed my breasts in his face. Sitting on his knee, I slid my outside leg around his other thigh so that I straddled all of him. The feeling of his hard cock against my pussy, separated only by his jeans and the thin lacy material of my panties, made it difficult to keep my composure. I was sure my panties were soaking wet by then. I gyrated against him in slow circles. He put his hands around my waist, and I playfully shoved them down and behind his back.

“Don’t you know the rules of the club? No touching the dancers,” I told him.

He laughed. “God, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

I smiled, and my ego swelled. It was time to push him over the edge. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I exposed one breast first, then the other, as I let the garment drop to the floor. I ran my hands up from my thighs, past my stomach and over my naked breasts, then up my neck and through my hair. With my arms above me, hands holding my hair behind my head in a tousled pile, I began to gyrate against him. I didn’t know who was more turned on, him or me, but I kept my cool.

Eventually, I let my hair down and slowly stood up, taking a step back from where he sat. Looking him dead in the eyes with my sexiest expression, I slid my panties down and over my shoes. I turned away from him and sank down into his lap, gyrating my naked ass against his throbbing cock. I wondered if my wet pussy would leave a mark on his jeans.

Finally, it was time to complete his fantasy. I leaned back against his chest and guided his eager hands up to my breasts. I tipped my head back over his shoulder and whispered into his ear:

“Do you still want to fuck me?”

“God, yes.”

I stood up and quickly pulled him to the couch, removing his clothes in the process. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me. As he finished undressing, I asked him if he’d like me to leave my heels on.

“Fuck yeah, that is so hot.”

He climbed on top of me and our mouths found each other eagerly. As we kissed, his finger slid easily in and out of my wet pussy, and I tried to concentrate on applying the condom to his hard cock. Once the condom was in place, I wrapped my legs around his hips and guided him into me. From the first moment of penetration, I was on the verge of orgasm. My moaning and screaming filled the apartment. Within minutes, my pussy was convulsing around his cock in waves of pleasure, and shortly after that, his cock pulsed in orgasm.

As we dressed, we talked about how much he’d enjoyed his lap dance. In addition, leaving the high heels on had been an extra turn-on for him. The whole experience had been extremely hot for me, too. All this time I’d fantasized about this handsome lover, and it was only then that I realized that I’d become a fantasy for him, too. I suppose it’s this feeling of being fantasized that appeals to me about running this site. Not only do I get to share my experiences and my own fantasies with you, but I also get off on the fact that some of you fantasize about me while you read it. If you ever get the chance to become someone else’s fantasy, I highly recommend it.