Fantasy Scenarios
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Examples:
Olivia Newton-John in the "Shake Shack" in the final scene of "Grease."
Salma Hayek as Satanico Pandemonium in the Club in "From Dusk Till Dawn." Right after she gets off stage from that memorable dance...
What are some of your fantasy scenarios?
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They don't involve celebrities, that's for sure!
Mreef- your photo object thing really slows my computers processing speed for some unknown reason, its gotta be the animated GIF why.
The vacation itself was a year in the planning, but that I found John was a stroke of luck. In the service, we had been the best of friends. We had had some adventures together-great fun. It was on a military bulletin board that I had stumbled across him. We exchanged several emails. I told him that I was going to Los Angeles for a vacation and he suggested lunch. I was a little taken back that he only suggested lunch, considering our history, but I guess he had his reasons.
At the lunch, he walked up talking on a cellphone. From the conversation I correctly guessed that he was a busy business owner. I also easily picked up the impression that he was trying to rush the lunch to get back to his business. We made small talk, then he just hit flat out hit me with the proposition.
He ran a limo service and one of his most trusted drivers was at the hospital because his wife was giving birth. He desperately needed someone to fill in. Since he usually ran backgrounds on his drivers because of his clients, and I was a trusted friend, he basically pleaded with me, telling me just needed one day and he would pay three hundred. I was a little shocked, but I took the gig.
The next morning at 7 I was at his limo service. I was given an address and and a password. I drove to the address and pulled up to a large gated house. I gave the password, when asked, over the gate intercom. The gates opened and I drove up to the front door. A short cute girl walked out of the door. She was talking busily on a cellphone and hardly paid me any mind. I opened the limo door and put Mackenzie Rosman of Seventh Heaven in the back.
As I drove off to the studio, she continued talking on her cellphone. I tuned her out, but did glance occasionally at her in the rear view mirror. Finally, at the studio, as I let her out of the car, she looked directly at me. She gave me a look, then walked off to do her acting thing.
I camped out in the limo, reading a book and enjoying the radio. I would've been at Disneyland today, but that could wait. A nice caterer brought a box lunch out at noon. Mackenzie finally reappeared just before four in the afternoon. She gave me another look as she got in the limo. She was quiet for the first couple of minutes, then broke the silence with:"You're not my usual driver".
"His wife gave birth. I'm only filling in today. John, the owner of the service is an old friend. We served in the military together".
"Really?" she asked.
I then told her the hilarious story about how John had once accidentally punched our unit commander. The story made her laugh. I quickly followed that story with one about how John's family had forgotten he was going home on leave and he had to break into his own house. She laughed again and saddled up to the seperator between the driver and passenger department.
"Tell me another story" she said.
I then told her a story about whoring in Hong Kong. She was spellbound. As I finished the story, we arrived at her place. I got out and opened the door for her. She thanked me as she climbed out, walked a few feet towards the door, and paused.
"My mom and sister are out of town for the next couple of days", she admitted, "would you come in and keep me company for a little bit?"
It's not everyday that I get that kind of offer from a TV star, so I went in with her. The first couple of minutes were a little awkward, so I asked if she wanted another story. Her smile and rapt attention returned. I told her a revenge story about an overzealous military cop on our base. John and I had framed him to make it looked like the cop had intentionally crashed his patrol car.
The story made her laugh and put her at ease.
"You've led such an exciting life" she said.
"Naaah", I protested, "you're the TV star. I'm sure you've met some famous people and went to some parties"
"Well, yeah", she admitted, telling me about the time she met Julia Roberts at a party.
"See" I said, playfully poking her in the ribs as she finished the story.
She giggled, then stood up. "Do you mind if I change clothes?" she asked, "I usually change clothes at home".
"Go ahead" I told her.
I was alone in her living room for several minutes while she was gone. Her living room was like any other upper middle class living room. There was the prerequesite family pictures, but also a very clean smell that comes from maid service. Mackenzie finally reappeared in a white terry robe and matching slippers.
"Can I show you my game room?" she asked.
She then led me back to a spacious game room, that included a pool table, arcade video games, and something that caught my attention-a bumper pool table. I hadn't played on one since I was a kid and I asked if she would play a game for me. The game brought out the kid in her, but I noticed her glance over at a curtain that hung in the corner of the room. We finished the game, then walked around the pool table contemplating a game when I noticed her glance in the curtained corner again.
"Is something wrong?I asked.
She was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, "Can I show you my dream role?"
She had been so nice that I said yes. "I got a script last year" she explained.
"I wanted this role so bad, but my parents absolutely wouldn't let me do it. I've wanted to do this so bad".
"Go ahead" I said.
She walked over to a panel and pressed some buttons. "Detroit Rock City" started playing over some speakers as the curtain opened to reveal a small stage and a stripper's pole. She took off the robe to expose a black two piece babydoll negligee on her tight little body. She took the stage and started doing the bump and grind. She had a smile as she spun, shook, and posed sexily. Then, in a practiced maneuver, she undid the top and twirled it off exposing a pair of small mounds topped with dark brown nipples. As the song ended, and the slower "Wonderful Tonight" began, she sank to the stage floor, lying on her back and sexily wiggling her hips. In another practiced maneuver she raised her hips and sexily slid her panties down her legs.
She discarded the panties, then spread her legs wide to give me a view of her bald pussy lips. She rubbed her hand over her pussy several times and briefly parted her lips to give me a peek of vagina. Then she smiled and beckoned me forward with a finger. I walked up between her legs.
"Aren't you going to tip me?" she asked.
I fished the two singles I had out of my wallet and laid them on her stomach. Then I put my hands on her small tits groping them before sliding down her ribcage to between her legs. I slid fingers up and down her crack before finding her moistness and inserting a finger in her. She moaned and raised her hips to give me greater access. I began finger fucking her, using my thumb to play with her clit.
She got into it thrusting her hips as her moisture leaked out of her and down her asshole. She suddenly squealed and shook as she experienced an orgasm. Before she could lose the feeling, I picked her up and placed her on a couch in the room. I quickly unzipped and entered her. She panted, thrusted, and clawed at me as I undressed and fucked her at the same time. Already aroused, I quickly felt my cum rising and shot a load into her.
We paused for a few minutes, then, as I remained in her, I began making love to her. I played with her neck and ears, nibbled on her nipples and brought her to another orgasm with slow thrusts before I began pounding her again. She had her third orgasm as I had my second.
We caught our breath, then she asked if I had ever done that with a stripper.
"Not onstage" I answered. "Tell me about your dream role" I asked.
"It's about a teen girl who strips to support her crippled father" she explained.
"I'd go to see that, but you couldn't make that movie in the U.S."
"My father said something like that".
"You are definitely the hottest stripper I ever saw".
"Really" she asked with a big smile.
"If I saw you in a strip club, I'd become your biggest customer".
She opened her mouth to say something, but I began playing with her clit. A moment later we were fucking again. We broke for a naked dinner, then I fucked her in her kitchen. To complete the evening, we fucked in her parent's bed, then remade it as if nothing happened.
I spent the night with her, then resumed my vacation the next morning. John was a little ticked that I returned the limo late, but gave me a look wondering if I had done what I had really done. As for Mack, I gave her a memory and a chance to do her dream role.
I do not have celebrity fantasies, only hot chick fantasies.