Fantasies Unleashed

Excerpt from: Fantasies Unleashed

Bella slid her jean-clad legs out of the taxi and stepped onto the curb, tucking her small purse under the crook of her arm. She stood only a few feet away from the door where she hoped her long-time fantasy would become reality tonight. Taking a deep breath, her unfettered nipples rubbed against the weave of her sweater making her ache in sexual arousal.

Behind her the taxi’s engine revved up and pulled away from the curb, leaving her washed in the lights that danced in an array of bright colours along the drab grey of the concrete walkway from the surrounding buildings. Her eyes lit on the kerbside and she gazed about. Motorcycles and trucks seemed to dominate the landscape of the streets around the bar. “Perfect,” Bella whispered and her lips lifted in a smile.

She’d overheard some of the women at work mention this newly opened bar repeatedly, gushing over the hunks they’d met. Bella remembered avidly listening, as her co-workers in low breathless voices, described their sexual encounters in explicit details. Nothing left out. No detail too personal to mention.

There was one woman’s encounter so scorching and sexually descriptive burned into Bella’s memory. She’d been eating lunch in the break-room at work, and as the women were gossiping at her table, the conversation turned to what everyone had done the night before. One woman, Shelly, a big voluptuous blonde, who always wore the most outrageously revealing clothes to work, lowed her husky voice and peered around before beginning her highly erotic and adventurous night.

Blood-red nails waving like flags in the wind, Shelly gathered in the flock of women at the table, including Bella. Her eyes hooded and her tone purred as she spoke, “I met the most delicious man last night.” She fanned her face and fluttered her heavily mascara coated eyelashes. “This muscled mountain of a man cosied up to me at the bar. I do my usual nonchalant head to toes checkout of him. He’s a total hottie, a cross between one of those long wild-haired wrestler types and a movie star.”

Shelly glanced around to make sure she’d everyone’s attention. “He asks my name,” she lowered her voice to a deep pitched drawl, and slowly said, “What’s your name darling?” Shelly visibly shuddered. “I just love a man with an accent. Damn, I could’ve come right there on the spot.” The women around the table giggled.

“What happened next?” A new woman, Bella didn’t know, eagerly asked.

“One thing leads to another, and we end up at his place. I figured we were both adults and the chemistry burning between us could’ve lit up Las Vegas. You know what I’m talking about? When you can’t take your eyes off each other? When every nerve in your body awakens and you are hot all over. All you can think about is what his hands and lips will feel like running down your naked flesh.” Shelly whirled her red-tipped fingernail around the table. The women’s heads bobbed in agreement like hens pecking at seed.

“If I thought the man looked fine in his clothes, out of them he’d make the angels in heaven weep. I mean when he pulled his shirt off, his abs looked like moulded bricks under deliciously tanned skin, building up to broad, thickly muscled shoulders. I’d never seen shoulders that wide before. But when he peeled his jeans off, holy mother of god, I hit the jackpot!” Shelly’s hands whipped up in front of her face, and then stopped, held apart to show the length of his cock. “I mean huge!”