Splash!

So much for not sharing a current fantasy b/c it's too close to me. This one is, I admit, uncharacteristic, kinda tame, and emerged out of nowhere full fledged. Sure did the trick, though.

So I have this contractor over to my house to look at some work I want done. He doesn't really look like anyone; I can't even decide on the colour of his hair. In fact, his whole appearance is vague and flickers in and out like a bad tv signal. He's hot to me, that's certain, and we flirt mildly together. I'm looking for that delicate conversational window, to make it clear I want him, now, without being too vulnerable.

I climb to the very top of my stepladder ("do not stand on or above this step"), to point out something in particular. I'm wearing an almost-to-my-knees skirt (I am actually wearing it, too). I have very good balance and am perfectly comfortable on the peak of a ladder, but he's alarmed and grabs my calf. To do so, of course, he has to stand chest-against the ladder. I laugh down at him. "How is that going to help me, if I were to fall? I think you just want to look up my skirt."

He releases me and grins. "How else am I gonna find out what kind of panties you're wearing?"

I step backwards down two rungs and bend forward from the waist, elbows on the top of the ladder. "And why would you need to know that? For later, when you're fantasizing about climbing up this ladder behind me and lifting my skirt up over my ass?"

He's startled and his mouth drops open a little. I see his breath grow quicker, too.

I climb all the way down the ladder in silence and lean against it at the bottom, looking at him. I stare pointedly at his crotch. "Can I see it?"

He's recovering a little now. "Why?"

"For later, when I'm fantasizing about you opening your jeans and filling my mouth with your cock. Are you cut, uncut? What's it like?"

He takes two steps towards me, turns me gently and steers me with his hands on my wiast another two steps to the wall. He slides his hands up and along my arms, lifting them one at a time, to place my palms against the wall and adhere them there with a deliberate moment's firm pressure.

His hands glide back down to circle and squeeze my breasts, as he says into my ear "I need to know for later, when I'm fantasizing about sucking on your nipples."

He gently kicks my legs as wide apart as my hands, hugging me into his body, full-length against my back, and I drop my head back onto his shoulder. His hand glides quickly down the loose top of my skirt, discovers ample wetness, and begins to work my clit (catching up with my hand at this point, which has been at it for a little while). I'm panting and rocking my pelvis back and forth, grinding my ass into his crotch but also my vulva into his fingers. His left hand (like mine, coincidentally), also travels down the front of my skirt, dipping into my pussy, painting the very tops of my inner thighs as I gyrate, and grazing my anus in its explorations.

He pulls his left hand back, shifts his stance slightly to the side, and reaches down the back of my skirt, making my knees weaken and drop a little. He catches me with the pressure of his arms and a leg behind mine, without pausing in the activities of his fingers. His left fingers force some space between the cheeks of my ass and slip slowly in and out of my pussy a few times before he slips one finger a knuckle deep into my ass.

At this point I'm far past verbal, groaning and flailing, looking back at him with my mouth open like I'm begging, but I don't know what for, hands and feet still spread and glued to the wall and the floor. He just smiles at me and steps it up, his fingers harder and more insistent, the one in my ass pushing in a little farther and pumping.

I toss my sweaty hair back against him, gasp wordlessly, and catch his eyes with my unfocused stare. He kisses my open mouth quickly then growls a whisper behind my ear: "I think I'll be fantasizing about making you come like you never have before, while I'm finger-fucking your ass."

I come loud, and long, my ass clenching and pulsing around his finger, my pussy changing to a unique soft velvetyness and opening/closing on it's own rythym. My legs and abs strain and thrash into his hands, his fingers freezing and then moving very gently and slowly for my orgasm and the aftershocks. I slowly fall limp, and shake, leaning against him, helplessly uncoordinated and weak. His hands still on/in me, his body is strong and rigid and he's supporting me between his arms. I pant myself back close to normal.

That's when the unusual happened. After I thought I was done, remarking to myself on how good and long that orgasm was - a series of pulsing waves, I gently withdrew my finger from my ass, and a very fast and hard succession of pulses started again. I had that feeling of needing to pee, and since I'd recently been thinking about female ejaculation, I was prepared for the split second of choice, and pushed as I knew I needed to do to squirt. An ocean of fluid poured out of me, gush after gush, continuous, but with a pulsing rythym.

Of course, then I had to leap up to rip the afected blanket off my bed and snatch a t-shirt off the floor to help soak it up. I've never had so much liquid squirt from me. It honestly felt (and looked) like 2 litres/quarts. I'm sure I've never come quite like that, either. Needless to say, I slept profoundly deeply, and for not as long as I normally need, waking up... oddly thirsty today.