Feminine Fantasies
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2016
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
FEMININE
FANTASIES
Three lesbian fairy tales
which are hard to believe!
FIRST SUSPICIONS
When I was a pretty young girl I accompanied my father on a visit to my grandma during my summer holidays. Granny lived in a small cozy house out in the countryside, in an old garden full of tall trees and flowering shrubs. She had a talking bird and a lazy black cat, her home smelled nice from the cherry blossoms on the table - how different this all was compared to our cramped little city flat! I liked it straight away, and I hoped that Dad would let me stay here for a week. Granny was a sweet old lady with a lovely face and a cute figure, and her jasmine tea was just wonderful! Dad told Granny, that her house was in a desperate need of a clean up, that the wooden floors needed a good scrubbing and the spider nets under the low ceiling had to be thrown out! Granny sighed, she couldn't really afford a cleaning woman, and she was herself a bit too proud to scrub the old floorboards on her knees - and that wasn't hard to understand!
Dad mentioned, that I could stay for a while to help her out, if I would agree - and he looked at me. I pretended to think for a while before I agreed, Dad threw me a proud smile and Granny clapped her hands! She must have been very lonely since Grandpa had died a few years ago - and even a talking bird and a cat were both no substitute for human company! Our secret plan had worked out perfectly without arousing suspicion - without making the proud Granny beg! I grabbed my bag with my pajamas and toothbrush from the car. I hugged my Dad before he left, and he promised me, to pick me up again in a week's time! Granny had a protective arm around my shoulders when we waved Dad good-bye until his car disappeared around the corner. She showed me to the little guest room in the upper floor: there was a nice bed in there, covered by a pink quilt and a snow-white mosquito net - it surely was a room to fit for a choosy princess like me: and it came complete with a cute white chest of drawers and a round mirror on top!
The well-aged pinewood of the walls had taken on a dark honey colour over the long decades, but it still smelled from forest and pine needles - it smelled from nature and freedom! The whole house was full of sweet scents and arousing perfumes, and I felt happy and at home: and I scrubbed the old floorboards back and forth for hours until my knees were red and hurt! Granny sat in her comfortable wicker chair with the black cat purring on her lap, and she was watching me all along: I was sure, that she studied the shape of my lovely thighs, contemplated the cheeky curves of my little bottom and saw the white flashes of my undies under the short school skirt! I should have brought some pants with me, but I had forgotten. Anyway: Granny was a mature woman, and not one of the naughty high school boys peeping into the locker room for girls to spot a naked buttock or a bare nipple - those boys were delighted to provoke shame and inhibition to prove their miniscule masculine superiority through female humiliation!
Granny was deep asleep and snoring softly when I sneaked out to the porch. The sun was warm and the air full of fragrance, I pulled up my skirt and the sun fell pleasantly on the white triangle of my panties - and I fell asleep! I had a dream about long grass tickling my thighs, about the wind blowing up my skirt, and about ants running up and down my long legs - I felt cozy and warm, then I felt lusty and hot, and then I woke. Granny was sitting next to me, she was caressing my naked thighs and staring at the tiny wet spot on my damp panties! I jumped up in shock, and with the cheap excuse to need a pee I run to the bathroom! It had all felt so good - why did it feel so wrong? I couldn't pee but I washed my pussy - the little patch of hair above it didn't look like much, had a cunning resemblance to dictator Hitler's tiny mustache, and it was sweaty and wet - I was aroused! I shouldn't have run away, I should have stayed a bit longer to find out what Granny was intending to do with me - I could have pretended to be deep asleep!
I often had erotic dreams, arousing my libido in strange ways - I had dreamt about my older brother Joe, finding me sleeping on the couch in the afternoon and unbuttoning my school blouse to have a peek at my titties in the tiny lace bra - I had dreamt about being caught by my father whilst smoking on the toilet, him pulling my panties down for a good spanking onto the bare bottom - and I had imagined the neighbour's son Jack tying me up in the basement to inspect my little breasts and tease my stubborn nipples - but those were all just dreams: they were fantasies made up by the mind, without involving any real physical contact! But whatever it was: there must have been a reason for such sweaty dreams - and I found the mixture of fear and shame quite exciting! My dreams of getting spanked were the most delicious, and I even imagined to feel the pain, the cozy warmth in my groin and the spreading heat on my buttocks - but I was just too good and too pleasing too: nobody ever hedged the thought of spanking me!