Off to Fantasy LandSusan’s panty trick was very effective. I couldn’t believe ...ow it made me feel. My fantasy turned to Susan — my penis hard as a rock — nice long strokes – lost in a dream of being between her legs. I opened my eyes briefly to see her still looking down at me and smiling. When she saw me looking at her she asked,“Drifting off to fantasy land?”“Uh-huh.”As my eyes closed again, I imagined that same smile, as she. I sniffed the air, looking for the scent of prey, searching. I sensed nothing big around us, just smaller animals, nothing large. The beast was in search of something big tonight. I moved slowly forward, still sniffing.Then, I smelled the smoke of a dwindling campfire. I headed towards the scent. I smelled the smoke and knew there were people. Camping was illegal this far in the woods. The approved campsites were further down the mountain. The beast wanted to hunt these people. I thought of. Occasionally, though, I may veer off the main stream a little and open my mind for more interesting attractions. One of the first things I do when I get settled into the hotel (as "settled in" as you can get at a hotel) I open the phone book and browse the local entertainment venues. Bars, nah. Night Clubs, nah. Adult book stores, maybe. Adult theaters, maybe. Strip clubs, maybe. This particular trip was about 2,500 miles from home, so I had plenty of room to stretch. I did find a. I don’t know what her name was, and I never heard her speak or for that matter make a sound, not even when she burnt herself on the stove one day. She was probably in her mid thirties, blonde in a washed out kind of way and neither particularly pretty nor exceptionally ugly. In fact you wouldn’t even have noticed her, quiet as she moved, if it weren’t for one little quirk. She hated clothing. I had tried on a couple of occasions to get her to wear at least panties and an apron, but no dice. She.Read More
