Your alarm goes off. You check your phone, it’s Sunday. You don’t have to be up yet. You forgot to turn off your alarm when you went to bed after going to the Fair yesterday.
Thinking back for a moment, you are still surprised that Jen and Roger had fun on the Ferris wheel. That cum stain on the front of his shorts was so funny to see, but a little exciting too. You’ve never done anything like that. Thought about it. Fantasized about it. Even mentioned it to a boyfriend once. But never done it. Like Jen, you are too much of a chicken to try it.
You get up, make some coffee, and then sit in front of your computer. Last night you wrote down your thoughts about what happened at the fair. You called it “Ferris wheel sex fantasy”. Reading it, you make a few changes to it. You remove the names and change it from “she” to “I”. Then you back track and add more details about the Fair. The sights, sounds, and smells. Instead of it being “Jen’s” story, you make it yours. The things you did. You are good right up to the point where you are sitting in the Ferris wheel. You don’t want to picture Roger. You want Bobby. Opening your chat app, you look at photos of NiceGuy63111. His smile, his eyes, his hair. Scrolling through the selfies he sent you; you look for one of him in T-shirt and jeans. He rarely wears shorts, so there are no photos of him like that. You imagine walking around the Fair with him.
Backing up to earlier paragraphs, you describe holding his hand, talking about the animals and crafts, and then going on the rides. The feel of the “Tilt-o-whirl” going around. The jarring crash of the bumper cars as you try to race past each other. Going up and down on a painted pony on the Merry-go-round, and smiling at him as he rides a different one. It’s all fantasy, but because you watched Jen and Roger do it, while you were there, you can easily picture it being you and Bobby. Right up to the Ferris wheel. You describe climbing in, sitting next to Bobby, and the lower section closing up, protecting you, and covering you from the waist down. A different design car wouldn’t work. The kind with the railing instead would have you too exposed. “Why am I putting so much effort into this?” you ask aloud. “I don’t even know if he would enjoy this. He might be turned off by ‘public sex’.”
You stop and save, then go back to the kitchen and make breakfast. You wish you had Roger’s pancakes, but a bowl of cereal with fruit will be good enough. As you eat, you watch the Sunday Morning News. Mostly cute human interest stories, including a live report from the County Fair. If Bobby lived near you, you’d take him. Just walking around, like in your story would be fun.
You finish, turn off the TV, and clean up. Later, you go back on your computer and go through emails. Nothing really important, just bill reminders, spam, and junk that you really don’t care about.
Your message app flashes. There is a message, so you open it. “NiceGuy63111” sends “Hi. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I just got home from church. What are you doing?”
You sit up in your chair and respond, “I’m okay. I had fun with my friends yesterday. Just relaxing today. How was church?” He previously told you that part of his changes in life was to attend church on Sundays. He mentioned something about “being a better member of my community, and helping others.”
He types “The service was good, like usual. The sermon was about ‘Listening to others, when they are in need.’ Our preacher does a good job with her sermons. She really gets right to the message.” There is a pause for a moment than he continues, “So you had fun with your friends? What did you do? I want to hear about it.”
You tell him about Roger’s pancakes, going to the fair, seeing the sights, and riding the rides. Then you ask “Have you ever done anything sexual in public?”
“The fair sounds fun. It’s been a while since I went to the State Fair.” Then there is another pause. “What kind of sexual thing in public?”
You describe how Roger and Jen played with each other on the Ferris wheel, including the cum stain on his shorts.
“LOL. That must have been funny to see.” He responds. “My Ex and I talked about it, and even tried it in our car, in a parking lot. But It was more uncomfortable than we thought. I never thought of doing it on a carnival ride.”
“When you wrote sexting fantasies, did you write about doing it in public?” You ask.
“There were a couple of times, where the women I chatted with had me describe being in an open air café, a bar restroom, in a car, on a boat, and even in a back alley. But those were all just fantasies. I think my descriptions and the excitement of the fantasy were what gave pleasure to the women.”
“Did you enjoy it?” you ask, genuinely curious.
You see the blinking cursor as he types his answer. It takes a while so you aren’t sure if he is typing a long answer or if he keeps typing and deleting his response. Finally a comment appears.
“I enjoyed writing. I liked the fantasy of exciting and arousing the person I was sexting with. But was I excited or aroused? Not really. It took too much concentration to write and keep the story going. None of them could do a good job in return.”
“What do you mean?” you type.
“I would create these vivid and descriptive stories, similar to what I did for you with the ‘massage’ fantasy. But when I asked for something similar in return, I would get a ‘we’re naked, I suck you, we fuck’ kind of story. There was nothing erotic about that.” You can almost imagine the discouraged tone in his voice.
“Oh. I see. Can I try something with you? If it doesn’t go anywhere, I understand. But can I try to create a fantasy for you?”
There is a pause, then he types, “What kind of fantasy? What do you have in mind?”
“You said you haven’t been to the Fair in a while. Can I create a fantasy of us going to the fair together?”
“Ok. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He responds.
You open your story and copy the first couple of lines. “We are at the County Fair. We are holding hands as we walk through the ticket gate. The smells of the popcorn, cotton candy, and fried foods fills the air.”
He types. “Your hand feels good in mine. The various foods smell tasty as we walk past the booths.”
“I tell you that ‘we should check out the livestock judging, and maybe get something to eat afterwards.’ I grip your hand tighter as I lead the way.”
“Continue on. What do we see?”
You continue copying and pasting parts of your story, editing and modifying them so they fit. Bobby responds from time to time, but none of it really changes the story.
He enjoys your descriptions of the bumper cars and the Merry-go-Round. Then you get to the Ferris wheel.
“I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you. If we were really there, I wish I was as daring as my friends Jen and Roger.”
“Really? Would you really like me to play with you in public, while riding a ride?” He asks. You remember the last time you tried to sext and he shut it down, so you take a moment to respond.
“Bobby, if we were really there, yes, I’d want to unzip you, and stroke you as you caress and finger me.” But then you follow it up with, “But we don’t need to do that right now. Just the feel of you sitting next to me, as the safety bar closes us in. The motion of the car as it goes backward and loads the next couple, then the one after that. We can just hold hands and kiss if you want.”
“You put a lot of work and thought into this. I am really enjoying it.” He types. “But instead of on the Ferris wheel, lets have the fantasy move back to your apartment.”
“Really? We ride the Ferris wheel and then go back to my apartment? You don’t want sex in public, or to try something different and new?”
“I’ve never been to your apartment, so coming back, after a day at the Fair, after winning you a large stuffed animal in one of the games, would be something different and new.”
You think for a moment and try to remember what stuffed animals you saw. “You win me a purple teddy bear with a pink heart on it’s chest. I hold it in one arm as I hold your hand with the other. I kiss you when you win it. Your lips feel soft and warm against mine.”
“I drive you back to your place.”
“I lean my head against your shoulder as you drive.”
“I put an arm around you.”
This continues on until you ask him “Do you want on the couch in the living room or in my bedroom?”
“Let’s do the bedroom.” He responds.
You smile as you read it. “Good. I pull in into my bedroom, remove your shirt and kiss your chest.”
“Don’t you want me to take the lead from here?” he types.
“No. I want to give you pleasure. This is my fantasy for you.” You type and then continue, “I kiss your bare chest as you feel my hands undoing your jeans.”
“Your lips feel good on my chest.”
“I lick your nipple. Men’s nipples are sensitive too.” You continue. “Your jeans drop to the floor and you step out of them as I have you lie on the bed.”
“Should I remove my underwear?”
“I slowly pull them down, and see your excited penis. Are you hard for me?”
“I’m getting hard for you.”
“I kiss down your stomach as my hand grips your shaft.”
“Your lips feel good on me as does your hand. I like how you are slowly stroking me.”
“Yes, I’m slowly stroking you as I kiss my way down. I’m getting closer to it as I slowly stroke up and down, feeling it get harder in my hand.”
“Yes. I’m hard for you.”
“Is he really hard?” you ask yourself, but don’t want to ask him and risk spoiling the mood. “My mouth is right above your tip. You feel my warm breath on you.”
You get up for a moment and get your dildo from your bedroom. You want to be as descriptive as possible for him. “Feel my tongue as I lick around the tip. Slowly licking around and then down your shaft. My tongue is wet and smooth against your veiny cock, as I hold the base and lick down and then up.”
“Mmmmm yes your wet, smooth tongue feels so good.”
You lick your dildo, then put the tip in your mouth and suck. “Feel my wet, warm mouth on your tip as I suck you gently then firmly.”
“Your mouth feels so good. I reach down and grab a handful of your hair.”
“Yes, pull my hair as I suck you harder. Taking you deeper into my mouth.”
You place the dildo on the desk and type faster. “Feel the back of my throat as I take you fully in my mouth, then take you out and stroke you. Lubing your hard cock with my saliva.”
“Yes. That feels so good I want to cum.”
“Yes Bobby, cum for me. Cum now and I’ll lick it up.”
There is a pause for a couple of minutes. “My hand is covered. I ejaculated all over myself.”
“Did you really? Or are you just telling me that to make me feel good?”
“No. I really came all over myself. You did a great job. Do you want me to continue with you?”
You think about it for a moment. You enjoyed it, but you aren’t really turned on right now.
“We can stop for today. I’ll let you clean up. How about on a day when you want to pleasure me, we try again?”
“But you did a wonderful job for me, and I want to return the favor.”
You are a little surprised at yourself because even with a toy in front of you, you really aren’t in the mood. The writing and describing really took more focus and concentration than you expected. “Save that feeling Bobby. I’m happy you enjoyed it. Let’s stop for now and try another time.”
“Ok. I’ll sign off and clean up. If you change your mind, tell me. I can easily switch places on your bed.” He types.
You like that idea but want to also give him time. You tell him “TTYL” and give him a Kiss emoji. You log off and put away your dildo. “Maybe I’ll read a good book. If I get into the mood, I can always message him back.” You tell yourself with a smile.
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