Foreign Fantasy I

In the past year, my imagination seemed to grow. I do not know why it happened. But the fantasies I could create in my mind grew into things that seemed to have their own life. The levels of detail would make top movie producers proud of the imaginary work which happened within my mind. I guess that is enough of an introduction to saying that what I am about to write is a fantasy that was created in my own mind. Only some of it bears resemblance to reality.

I travel to a foreign land. I am on my own, playing the part of tourist and sightseer. I do have an agenda within my trip though.

I do not want to be the typical tourist though. I want to do something more interesting. Far more interesting. My trip takes me to a smaller community, one that is not frequented by tourists. I have only a small amount of knowledge of what I am looking for. That knowledge will have to be enough.

I spend my time at the book stores and the coffee shops. Places where I can easily blend in. It seems luck is with me. On my second day I find what I am looking for at a bookstore adjoined with a coffee shop. Next comes the hardest part of what I want to accomplish.

I have to move carefully. Almost stealthily in broad daylight. I get to where I hope I can accomplish what I want.

I succeed. She bumped into me, causing my books to fall out of my arms. Even one of her own books falls to the floor with mine. The timing was perfect. She has no way of knowing I was there on purpose, everything appeared that she had not payed attention and bumped into me. I apologize profusely as if it was my fault. I do this so that she can hear my accent. An accent I know she will recognize and know that I am not from her country. She is also apologizing.

We both kneel to pick up our fallen books. I catch her eye and smile and tell her that it is not worry, it was only an accident. She pauses and looks into my eyes, then returns the smile. I keep my eyes on hers and my smile glowing. While I look to see if she recognizes me. I do not see in her eyes or on her face that recognizes who I am.

I start to ask her something. I pause. She watches, waiting for me to say something. I blurt it out. I ask her if she would have a drink with me. I fumble my words a moment, allow my face to turn red and say I mean like coffee or something.

She laughs at my shyness and accepts my offer. We make arrangements to meet later in the afternoon, back in the coffee shop. I wait until she leaves before I return the books to the shelves. They aren’t the books I prefer for myself, I chose them only for her. As part of a means to seduce her mind.

She keeps the “date” and meets me back at the coffee shop. I am prepared to be something new to her. When she speaks I give her my attention. I keep looking at her eyes, to the point that she may wonder if I am at all interested in her body. When I speak, I talk of traveling (something I have done a lot of), and I talk of enjoying the freedom that life has given me. I present a world outside of this small community. I paint a world beyond the borders of her land, of Oceans and lakes, mountains and plains, and so much more.

The talking last so much longer than she meant for it to. The hours pass by and we both notice that we are growing hungry. I offer to treat her to dinner for taking up her time. She pauses, but chooses to accept. We walk a few blocks away to a nice restaurant I found earlier. In moments we are seated and the conversations continue.

Somehow, someway, through my manners and through the conversation, and through the attention I have lavished on her. She chooses to spend more time with me. Staying with me into the evening, and past sundown. In the artificial lights on the streets we find ourselves closer and I dare to kiss her lips. She responds. Hesitantly at first, but quickly lets go and kisses me back, wanting me to kiss her.

We find our way back to my room. I undress her seductively, removing her clothing between kisses. Keeping her mouth busy with mine while her clothes come away from her body and while my fingers tease her bare skin as each article slips away. We undress me at the same time, I let her hands touch me wherever they desire. I keep my mind open to learning her likes and dislikes. I study what she is doing, what she is responding to.

I tease and tantalize her skin. I take her with me onto the bed. I enter her with a meeting of both our need. It is passionate. It is sex that is basically need for sex. It takes only moments for her to orgasm, an orgasm that triggers my own. The quick intense high is followed by the quick drop back to earth. The wondering of whether or not it should have happened.

I caress her skin. I let her quietly think her thoughts. When she is ready to speak, she talks about how she should leave. I talk to her quietly, responding to her thoughts, letting her know she has nothing to worry about with me. Letting her know that I would not stop her. Letting her know that I found her mind and body both very intoxicating. I talk about how we met, and the books we dropped. I asked what she was buying.

We talk about the books. I caress her skin. We talk about plays and shows. I caress her skin. Her mind relaxes again. Her body responds. I take her slowly this time. Caressing her with sex the way my hand caressed her skin moments before.

She relaxes into me. Accepting the pleasure and casting fear aside. We whisper in the darkness. Just letting ourselves feel and be together.

We decide to spend more time together. She invites me to see where she lives. To show me the neighbors she complains about. To show me the cozy house, with her comfortable decorations. She feels nervous showing me where she lives. I give her a comforting light touch. I keep my voice and conversation light. Allowing her to relax into having me in her space. I continue to give her attention. I give attention to her eyes, to her words, and occasionally to her body.

She treats me to dinner. I express the appreciation for something fresh. She does come to relax, and allows herself to come into my arms. I give her the same gentle treatment as the night before. I treat her bed with respect, but I make sure I do all I can to provide for her pleasure. I kiss her body thoroughly. I caress her skin all over. I speed up or slow down to get the most vocal responses. I begin to sense that she is ready for more. To let loose the inhibitions more, but I do not give her that to her just yet. I save that for morning, or the next night.