Wandering Fantasies

Simon Winters sat in the den of his house, admiring his handiwork. It was the basement really, but he'd tried to make it as comfortable as possible. It was his 'man-zone', with polished oak covering all the walls and beams across the ceiling. Furnished with plush black leather chairs and a couch, a 72" wall mounted flat-screen TV with surround sound, a dvd cabinet stocked full of all kinds of movies (including a secret compartment he'd built in with all of his private movies) a mini fridge and a top of the line pool table with all the best equipment he could get his hands on. He'd had his friends over once and had to sound proof the room after all the noise that had occurred. Simon had done all this with his own two hands, it had taken him a few months and a considerable amount of money, but it was worth it.

As he sat back in his favourite chair, sipping back the ice cold beer in his left hand, his right was busy rubbing at his quickly hardening cock through his jeans. He was thinking back to his days at university, and having only finished 3 years ago the memories were still very vivid. He thought back to one particular night when he had been getting ready to sleep, and heard a knocking at his ground floor room's window.

After he had seen it was Sam and the drunken state she was in, he had but to let her in. As he went outside he saw her in her full beauty. Standing at 5'6", she was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. Hazel coloured hair hanging down just past her shoulders, a face that would make a china doll look like Susan Boyle, and a perfect hourglass body, she had to be at least a C cup, bordering on D, 36-26-34.

She smiled when she saw him and it almost knocked him speechless. Seeing she was shoeless and standing in a gap in the broken glass that always littered the floor, Simon scooped her up in his arms.

"My hero" she whispered into his ear as she smiled that perfect smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he carried her inside.

Once he'd gotten her to drink a glass of water and checked her feet for wounds, Simon told her she should get into his bed to warm up.

"I can't sleep in this top, it doesn't go down to my jeans and they dig into me when i lay down" she said sadly, playing right to Simon's heartstrings.

He went and got her one of his large t-shirts, thinking she'd put it on and tuck it into her jeans to sleep. She made him turn around as she changed and said when it was ok for him to turn back around. As he turned he was greeted by the site of this perfect beauty in his t-shirt...with the rest of her clothes at her feet. She had completely stripped down to her thong and only put his t-shirt on. Simon couldn't help but stare as she stood smiling at him, her nipples, still cold from outside, pushing their way through the cloth, revealing she was bra-less.

As Simon watched, Sam turned around and bent over as she crawled into bed, revealing her perfect ass to him, separated by a green piece of string. Simon was hard within a half second, and sat on the chair in his room, trying to be a gentleman, as Sam pulled the covers up and quickly fell asleep.