Five Minute Fantasies 1

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Is there somewhere we can go?’ He spoke the words right into her mouth between kisses. His hands applied more pressure to her arse cheeks, drawing her pussy closer to his crotch so she could feel how hard he had become.

  ‘I’m happy right here,’ replied Marianne. She had answered him with confidence, but he was still nervous. She tried to silence any protest with another kiss, but he pulled his lips away.

  ‘Steady on,’ he said nervously. ‘Look, there are CCTV cameras all around us.’

  ‘Then we’d better put on a really good performance.’

  Her voice was low and husky as she reached for his flies and tugged at the zip. She pressed her hand inside his boxer shorts and gripped his rigid meat, then started rubbing his long, thick shaft. The guy fell silent, aroused but confused.

  He was desperate to fuck her, but she sensed another part of him was terrified of being caught.

  Just as she’d anticipated, he offered to pay for a hotel room.

  ‘No, let’s keep it a threesome,’ Marianne said, letting go of his prick and throwing off her coat.

  ‘A threesome?’

  ‘Yeah, you, me and whoever’s watching.’

  Marianne turned and smiled at the camera, curious to see what the man would do next. She could smell the red wine on his breath, so she hoped it had loosened his inhibitions enough to make him willing to fuck her in the street. He took a moment to think about it, his eyes transfixed by the sight of lovely flesh dressed in nothing more than stockings, suspenders and sky-high heels. She recognised a man whose brain was still uncertain. His cock, however, was in no doubt. Reaching out, he pulled her close and then leaned towards her chest.

  Marianne groaned as he kissed her cleavage and buried his face deep between her mounds. She momentarily wondered if he was trying to hide from the camera, but soon he resurfaced. Taking a nipple in his mouth he lashed at the upraised teat with his tongue. His hands slid up and down Marianne’s back as he titillated the juicy bud, licking it with an almost unnatural hunger. Eventually he spat it out and headed straight for her other teat. His tongue swirled round and round Marianne’s dark brown areola, but she wasn’t leaving him in sole control. Placing her hands upon his muscular shoulders, she pushed him firmly down on his knees.

  ‘Kiss me here,’ she said, parting her legs and revealing her sex. He didn’t waste a second but planted kiss after kiss on her clitoris, sticking out his tongue and tasting the musky juices on the lips of her cunt. She gazed down at him, noticing the look of concentration on his face as he lovingly licked out her sticky pussy. The thrusts of his tongue became increasingly forceful as more and more juice oozed out of her slit.

  ‘Now fuck me,’ demanded Marianne, but she didn’t look at the man as she spoke – her gaze was fixed upon the camera’s lens. There simply had to be someone watching her, a voyeur enjoying her exhibitionist display. That’s what CCTV cameras were put there for, so that woman like her could bare their flesh and be watched doing dirty, unspeakable things. She winked right at whoever was behind the camera, then felt a sequence of spasms tighten her orifice barring the way for her lover’s tongue. It wasn’t rigid enough to force its way through convulsions of such intensity but his meaty dick would have no such problems.

  ‘I said fuck me,’ repeated Marianne, dragging the young man back to his feet. He picked her up in his muscular arms and carried her over to the vintage boutique. Needing something solid to fuck her up against, he pressed her torso up tight to the window, then let his trousers fall around his ankles.

  Marianne wound her arms and legs around the young man’s body, as he steered his phallus between the lips of her cunt. She squealed as his cock pierced her slit, then yelled louder as he drove the rest of his bone-stiff prick through her narrow tunnel. Her muscles had to stretch to accommodate his unnatural length and girth. His helmet seemed to have lodged itself somewhere just beneath her belly-button, planting a rich, warm glow in her stomach that intensified as he began to thrust.

  He fucked her hard and fast. His fear of being caught in the act spurred him on. He was racing towards a climax, and Marianne was just as eager to come, pumping her pussy forward to meet each of his thrusts. As their genitals fused again and again, she hugged her lover closely, but her focus always remained elsewhere. To him, if he noticed at all, she must seem hypnotised by the CCTV camera. And she was. She knew that on the other side must be some horny, unseen surveillance officer jerking off as he watched her getting fucked.

  ‘Yes…yes…yes…’ yelled the born performer, her cries of pleasure punctuating each thrust. She shouted the words directly at the camera, which captured the lust-crazed stare in her eyes and exposed her for the total slut that she was. Totally in the zone now, her pussy started churning, her internal muscles gripping extra tight on the young man’s cock. But he was strong and athletic, so he just rammed his way through the high-speed spasms, determined to deliver the lusty thrusts that would bring both him and his lover to a climax.

  The windowpane creaked, as the man upped the tempo, putting all his remaining strength into a final burst of passion. A sex storm brewed within Marianne’s pussy as the friction between the man’s dick and her cunt muscles sparked a fiery, pre-orgasmic heat, which could only end in a blistering climax.

  Pulling back his hips, the man withdrew then instantly hammered his full-length home.

  A thick jet of spunk burst and throbbed against her internal walls. Responding, her pussy muscles convulsed around his bulging tip as the businessman thrust forward again, sucking another jet of creamy semen from his balls. The extra thrust caught her by surprise, but was not unwelcome. A groan of pleasure burst from her lips as a wave of tension shot through her cunt. Immediately, all her muscles grew taut, not just in her pussy, but throughout her naked body. She stared at the camera as the feeling overwhelmed her, triggering her orgasmic release.

  A torrent of juice flooded her pussy, perfuming the air with the ripe scent of sex. Sensing the climactic tension in her cunt, the man started thrusting his hips again, wanting to make her scream with joy. He pumped his dick in and out heightening her climax with the depth and power of his penetrative thrusts. Her screams filled the night, echoing up and down the deserted road, loud enough to drown out any sound except that of the approaching car.

  A flashing blue light cast its glow upon the copulating couple as a squad car pulled up at the bottom of the road. The businessman stopped thrusting straight away, then turned and watched nervously as a policeman climbed out of the car.

  ‘Shit,’ he said, struggling to break free, but Marianne’s body was still high on lust. The tension in her pussy had spread to her limbs, locked tight around her lover’s torso.

  ‘It’s the cops,’ the man cried, forcefully disentangling himself and then reaching down to pull up his trousers.

  Marianne didn’t care. Her eyes were closed and her body was still rushing. One hand on her pussy and one on a breast, she kept her orgasmic glow alive.

  Clutching the waistband of his trousers, the businessman sprinted away into the night.

  The cop headed for the naked girl.

  Obviously ashamed for leaving her in the lurch, the businessman glanced over his shoulder. His concern turned to incomprehension when the policeman stepped straight up and kissed her.

  ‘You don’t half take some risks,’ said the uniformed officer, eventually pulling his lips away. Marianne slipped her hand down the front of his trousers. She smiled when she felt the come in his pants, since it proved he’d ejaculated while watching her get fucked.

  ‘What risk?’ she giggled. ‘When your husband is head of the surveillance unit, you know he’s the only person who’ll see.’

  ‘And he liked what he saw,’ admitted Marianne’s husband, his dick growing stiff within her hand. Grinning he picked up her vintage fur from where she’d unceremoniously dumped it and then wrapped it around her naked body.

  ‘Let’s get you home, you slut,’ he added, leading her to the
squad car, its light still flashing.

  Before climbing into the passenger seat, Marianne peered to where the businessman stood looking totally dumbstruck. She blew him a friendly goodbye kiss. Her public peepshow was over for the night, but her freshly-fucked body was still tingling with lust.

  ‘When are you next working the night shift?’ she asked her husband, already thinking ahead to future fun and games. The CCTV camera had loved her that night. She couldn’t wait to make an exhibition of herself again – all for her and her husband’s pleasure.

  Open-Bottle Policy

  by Jeremy Edwards

  ‘Well, it looks like you’ll be making out on the leftovers, Dave,’ said Charles with an affable smirk, as he suavely – and generously – grabbed the bill from our server.

  I studied the lovely form of the woman who had waited on us, as she headed back to the kitchen. If my memory was correct, she had introduced herself as Becky. But I wasn’t at all sure on this point. I’m usually pretty good with names, but not when distracted by a pair of kind, laughing eyes situated in an elegantly-impish feminine face.

  Whatever her name was, I had enjoyed our brief moments of interaction this evening even more than I’d enjoyed the company of my old friends Charles and Amanda.

  I assessed the appealing remnants of the exquisite Thai-fusion dinner, which all of us were now too full to dally with any further. ‘What do you mean?’ I said to Charles. ‘You and Amanda should take some of it.’ I shifted my gaze to Charles’s wife. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Amanda?’

  My friend Amanda is the type of woman who has a subtle, but potent, sexiness. I think the only reason I don’t respond to her more strongly is that I’m so conscious of the fact that she’s a long-time crony who’s happily married to another long-time crony. It’s true that I have, on occasion, fantasized about her. This sort of thing can’t be helped sometimes in one’s bed late at night. But under normal circumstances I have succeeded in feeling only a chummy affection for Amanda. And yet, in a tangential way, spending an hour in the presence of her charm and beauty – always well-presented in the perfect clothes and perfumes – usually leaves me in a sexy mood even if the feelings are not directed toward her.

  Amanda smiled graciously. ‘Charles is right, Davey. We’re heading straight to the theatre from here, and we can scarcely carry big, fragrant leftover containers into the auditorium with us.’

  ‘It wouldn’t be polite, since there’s not enough to share with everyone else in the audience,’ added Charles.

  I chuckled and nodded, recognizing that their offer of all the food was as practical as it was polite. Since my hotel room was in this very building – and equipped with both a refrigerator and a microwave – it was logical that the leftovers would devolve to me.

  ‘Sorry again that we couldn’t get you a ticket,’ said Charles. ‘Next time you’re coming to town, give us a little more notice!’ He gave me a playful punch in the arm.

  I laughed. ‘If my company ever gives me more notice, I promise I’ll give you more notice.’

  ‘Oh – what about all this wine?’ said Amanda suddenly.

  We had ordered a modest-looking Merlot that had turned out to be remarkably good. In the course of this convivial but all-too-brief dinner, Charles and I had consumed only one glass apiece, and Amanda had limited herself to half a glass. None of us wanted to see what was left in the bottle go back to the kitchen – though, for my part, I wouldn’t have objected to watching Becky carry it back to the kitchen, if you know what I mean.

  ‘Dave can take that, too,’ Charles answered.

  ‘Can I?’ I wondered aloud. ‘Aren’t there rules against it?’

  ‘Let’s ask the server,’ Charles replied optimistically. ‘After all, you wouldn’t even be taking it out of the building.’ At that instant Becky reappeared, and Charles gave a jovial wave to attract her back to our table.

  ‘All ready?’ Becky asked. I observed that although it was Charles who was proffering his credit card, and Charles who had requested her return, her eyes kept shifting in my direction. Or was I just imagining this, because I found her so pretty?

  ‘Question,’ Charles began. ‘Can Dave here take the rest of the wine up to his room in your hotel?’

  Now Becky turned her gaze fully toward me, and her mouth curled into a mischievous smile. ‘So, Dave wants all the wine, eh?’

  I probably blushed. ‘I guess I do. That is, I’d be glad to share it… if I had someone to share it with. But seeing as I’m all alone in this great big hotel, I’m fairly sure I can do justice to what’s left in the bottle.’ I thought I saw something especially gentle creep into Becky’s smile as I said the word ‘alone.’

  ‘There’s no rule against that, is there?’ Charles continued.

  ‘Actually,’ said Becky with a professional briskness, ‘there is an ordinance about open bottles in this town. But since Dave isn’t exactly leaving the premises, it may be okay. Let me ask the manager.’ Watching Becky’s confident behind walk toward the manager’s station, I thought about how she seemed to enjoy calling me by name, as if we were already pals.

  As Becky led him our way, her boss telegraphed his accommodating answer by means of a wide, customer-service-friendly grin. ‘You’d like to take the wine upstairs?’ He was looking at Charles and Amanda, but Becky nudged his elbow and cocked her head my way.

  ‘If it’s no problem,’ I said.

  ‘No, there won’t be a problem with that,’ said the manager. ‘Our open-bottle policy within the building merely states that your server must escort you to the elevator. We simply need to verify that you are taking the bottle directly to your hotel room, you understand.’ He flashed us another cordial grin, then retreated.

  Becky beamed. ‘I’ll get the cork, and then I can see you out whenever you’re ready, Dave. And I’ll be back in a sec with your credit card, sir.’ I saw that she barely acknowledged Charles, even as she addressed him. Her attention seemed to be locked in on the co-ordinates of my face.

  A minute later, the leftovers had been boxed, the wine had been re-corked, the credit card slip had been signed, and Amanda was telling Becky, course by course, how much we’d all relished the meal.

  ‘I’ll let my manager know that I’m taking you to the elevator now,’ Becky said to me when Amanda had finished. ‘I’m due to go on my dinner break, anyway,’ she confided before leaving us.

  ‘Well, buddy, it looks like you’re in good hands,’ said Charles with a wink. Beautiful Amanda tittered conspiratorially, while favouring me with a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

  ‘Enjoy the show!’ I shouted as they left the restaurant.

  I didn’t realize that Becky had managed to sneak up behind me, and I nearly jumped when I heard her perky ‘All set, Dave?’

  ‘Huh? Oh – yeah, I guess so.’

  She touched my elbow and steered me toward the door. I was wearing short sleeves, and the feel of her fingers on my skin sent a thrill through me.

  It took us only a few seconds to cross the lobby to the elevator, but the car was currently occupied somewhere above. Becky, carrying out her professional assignment, continued to hold the wine bottle while we waited.

  ‘This feels so silly,’ she suddenly blurted, with a rather unprofessional giggle that I found adorable. ‘Almost like we’re on a date, or something.’ Then she added earnestly, ‘Not that dates are silly, mind you.’

  Her presence was making me feel like I was melting all over. Well, almost all over – there was one place on my anatomy where I was, by contrast, definitely solidifying.

  The elevator arrived. I saw that this was the time to act.

  ‘Hadn’t you better escort me all the way upstairs?’ I said with a transparent slyness. ‘I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your boss for not ensuring that the wine went straight to my room.’

  Becky looked at me, looked back toward the restaurant, and then back at me again. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes glinted. I was holding
the elevator door open, and she entered swiftly.

  While the car ascended with a soothing whir, Becky broke the silence. ‘I don’t know if this was strictly necessary, according to the open-bottle rules. But I am going on a break… and I can do whatever I like on my break.’ She stepped closer to me. ‘Whatever I like,’ she repeated. And she reached forward and tapped my chest, ever so briefly.

  I looked at Becky and took in all I could see. Bright blonde hair, long and casual. Those laughing eyes, that sensitive mouth. The trim, athletic body, shown off to nice effect in her white blouse and tight black slacks. I felt warm, nervous… and excited.

  The spell was broken for a moment by the ‘ding’ of the elevator, and the door opened on to my floor. Becky stepped out without hesitation, in perfect stride with me. As I led the way along the corridor, she hummed cheerfully. The cozy sound of our feet shuffling along the carpet accompanied her voice very nicely.

  ‘Here we are,’ I said when we’d arrived at my door. I stood at the threshold, brimming with desire and uncertainty.

  ‘Aren’t you going to open it?’ she coaxed.

  So I opened it. She entered, ahead of me, wine bottle still in hand. Hoping for the best, I closed the door behind us.

  Once inside the room, I quickly put the leftovers down, not even giving much thought to where. Becky finally handed over the bottle.

  ‘Thank you,’ I said self-consciously. There was a short silence while I decided what to say next. ‘Would you like some wine?’ was what I came up with.

  ‘Thanks for the offer,’ she replied. ‘But it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to return to work with alcohol in my system.’

  ‘Ah, of course,’ I said. ‘I’m so sorry.’

  She reclaimed the bottle from me and placed it out of the way, on a table. ‘Don’t be sorry,’ she said. ‘There are plenty of other things we can do during my break.’