Hitchhiker
11-02-2002, 01:22 PM
Well I've had a story on this site since June and only found out about a couple of days ago.
Thought I might as well post the first story I ever wrote as from there the story 'Ann and the Looking Glass' came about, Ann is a real and very sexy lady we have never met in person, although we have had some fun on the phone and the webcam.
So here it is the story that started it all...oh and don't forget its true.
If you want to know the place and country you'll have to PM me.
And ladies if you'd like to have your own fantasy written just let me know....;)
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Magic medicine.
© Hitchhiker 2002
Its bad enough being in a strange land, but its even worse when you get sick, travelling with all your belongings on your back, and arriving in a new town, with nowhere to go apart from a guesthouse.
Well that was the situation; I’d been dropped off by my ride at the front door to a guesthouse, in a strange town on cold wet evening, next to a leaden sea.
The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-forties trim and rather elegant, she smiled and said “Hallo, and welcome won’t you please come in; and please call me Helen.” Suddenly her face lots its bright smile and took on a new demeanour an expression of shocked concern, she said “Strooth, you look real crook, you’d better come in and the first thing I’ll do is get you upstairs and put you to bed”.
Not being in a fit and able state to argue I submitted myself to Helen’s caring, she led me to a small room on the top floor of the house, she explained that this was not a guest floor but was where her room was and that she thought it wise that I should be close to her.
Helen showed me to her bathroom and told me to get myself into bed whilst she went and mixed some of her special medicine, I washed and undressed and climbed into the wide single bed in my room, pulled the sheets and covers up around my shivering body and waited for Helen to return with the promised magic medicine.
Helen returned and administered to me a wonderful herbal remedy, tucked the blankets around me and left the room, telling me should I need anything in the night just call.
Dosed up with flu remedy I fell, into a deep and restful sleep, a sleep that was filled with the most wonderful dreams.
I was in the tropics sick and sweating in a large bed, when a woman came in and administered to my needs in a most agreeable manner….
The next morning when I awoke, Helen came into my room with a cup of tea some toast and marmalade and more magic potion.
She asked me how I’d slept and did I feel better. I told her that I felt much better, and didn’t know what was in the medicine she’d given me but I’d had the most wonderful dreams.
Helen smiled at this comment and asked me to tell her more. But first she was going to get a bowl, flannel and towel to freshen me up. She left the room and I sat there drinking my tea and eating toast.
By the time Helen returned I’d finished my breakfast and drunk some of the potion. Pulling back the sheets she proceeded to wash my face and upper body whilst she washed me, she asked, “This dream you had in the night, what happened?”
“Well”…I said. “It was hot, very hot. I was lying on a big bed with a mosquito net all around the bed. I was naked accept for a single silk sheet covering my sweating body. The light in the room was from candles that flickered in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. I could hear the waves breaking on a sandy beach only yards away, the breaking waves sounded like the gentle breathing of sleeping mermaids.”
Helen exclaimed at this description and encouraged me to continue my narration. “Well…”I said.
“There I was on this big bed, when in came a most gorgeous creature wearing nothing but a Frangipani flower in her hair and sarong of fineness chiffon which allowed her beautiful body to be seen through the gossamer like material.” I continued, smiling at my entranced listener.
“Go on” she encouraged, with glistening eyes, I proceeded with my narration
“The air was filled with the intoxicating sent of exotic tropical blooms. The woman came over lifted the net and climbed onto the bed next to me. She had bought with her a bowl of scented water and flannel. She then washed my body” as Helen was doing at that moment. Helen asked me to go on … “the woman washed my heated brow with cooling liquid. She pulled the sheet off my naked body and washed me all over not missing any part except one!
When I was cleaned and refreshed she started to kiss me from head to toe telling me I would get better, but first I had to release the pressure inside me to allow my body heal it’s self fighting off the fever.”
Helen was now looking a little flushed as I continued recounting my dream. She then pulled back the sheet and applied the flannel to my now erect member.
She said huskily staring me straight in the eyes “Did she clean this, like this?” “Yes” I replied breathlessly.
“What did your dream woman do next?” Helen asked.
“ Well!”I said. “When she had washed and dried me. The woman did a most unusual thing. She pulled my hands and arms up behind my head. Produced soft silken cords and tied my wrists to the bars at the top of the bed.”
Helen then surprised me by saying, “Like this?” as she too pulled my hands and arms behind my head and as if by magic, produced two pieces of soft rope and tethered my wrists to the bars at the head of the bed.
This was getting interesting. Helen took my swollen member in her hand and asked me to continue my story.
“Well….” I said grinning like the Cheshire cat “The dusky maiden took my JT in her hand and stroked it up and down telling me how beautiful it was. She then lowered her head taking my cock into her mouth.”
Helen, to my pleasant amazement re-enacted my description by taking my enflamed member into her mouth.
I was in seventh heaven, lying in bed being revived by an older woman, a woman that was sending waves of shivering pleasure through me. She knew all the right little places to apply pressure to my cock. Her special trick was to use the tip of her tongue to lick in little circles at the union of the glands, then she would lick in long wet strokes, starting at the base of the shaft and licking up to the head she applied this treatment to my cock for what seemed an age. Just as I got used to her wonderful technique being repeated over and over, She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my length, twirling her tongue around and around as more of my cock vanished into her eager mouth. Apart from my salutations of pleasure and her gentle slurping sounds, all was quiet in the house we were quite alone.
Helen finally came up for air smiling at me she said “Did you like that?” I just grinned back at her and nodded my head in affirmation.
“What did the dusky maiden do next?” She asked, as she stroked my body with soft fingers.
Thought I might as well post the first story I ever wrote as from there the story 'Ann and the Looking Glass' came about, Ann is a real and very sexy lady we have never met in person, although we have had some fun on the phone and the webcam.
So here it is the story that started it all...oh and don't forget its true.
If you want to know the place and country you'll have to PM me.
And ladies if you'd like to have your own fantasy written just let me know....;)
---------------------------------------------------------------
Magic medicine.
© Hitchhiker 2002
Its bad enough being in a strange land, but its even worse when you get sick, travelling with all your belongings on your back, and arriving in a new town, with nowhere to go apart from a guesthouse.
Well that was the situation; I’d been dropped off by my ride at the front door to a guesthouse, in a strange town on cold wet evening, next to a leaden sea.
The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-forties trim and rather elegant, she smiled and said “Hallo, and welcome won’t you please come in; and please call me Helen.” Suddenly her face lots its bright smile and took on a new demeanour an expression of shocked concern, she said “Strooth, you look real crook, you’d better come in and the first thing I’ll do is get you upstairs and put you to bed”.
Not being in a fit and able state to argue I submitted myself to Helen’s caring, she led me to a small room on the top floor of the house, she explained that this was not a guest floor but was where her room was and that she thought it wise that I should be close to her.
Helen showed me to her bathroom and told me to get myself into bed whilst she went and mixed some of her special medicine, I washed and undressed and climbed into the wide single bed in my room, pulled the sheets and covers up around my shivering body and waited for Helen to return with the promised magic medicine.
Helen returned and administered to me a wonderful herbal remedy, tucked the blankets around me and left the room, telling me should I need anything in the night just call.
Dosed up with flu remedy I fell, into a deep and restful sleep, a sleep that was filled with the most wonderful dreams.
I was in the tropics sick and sweating in a large bed, when a woman came in and administered to my needs in a most agreeable manner….
The next morning when I awoke, Helen came into my room with a cup of tea some toast and marmalade and more magic potion.
She asked me how I’d slept and did I feel better. I told her that I felt much better, and didn’t know what was in the medicine she’d given me but I’d had the most wonderful dreams.
Helen smiled at this comment and asked me to tell her more. But first she was going to get a bowl, flannel and towel to freshen me up. She left the room and I sat there drinking my tea and eating toast.
By the time Helen returned I’d finished my breakfast and drunk some of the potion. Pulling back the sheets she proceeded to wash my face and upper body whilst she washed me, she asked, “This dream you had in the night, what happened?”
“Well”…I said. “It was hot, very hot. I was lying on a big bed with a mosquito net all around the bed. I was naked accept for a single silk sheet covering my sweating body. The light in the room was from candles that flickered in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. I could hear the waves breaking on a sandy beach only yards away, the breaking waves sounded like the gentle breathing of sleeping mermaids.”
Helen exclaimed at this description and encouraged me to continue my narration. “Well…”I said.
“There I was on this big bed, when in came a most gorgeous creature wearing nothing but a Frangipani flower in her hair and sarong of fineness chiffon which allowed her beautiful body to be seen through the gossamer like material.” I continued, smiling at my entranced listener.
“Go on” she encouraged, with glistening eyes, I proceeded with my narration
“The air was filled with the intoxicating sent of exotic tropical blooms. The woman came over lifted the net and climbed onto the bed next to me. She had bought with her a bowl of scented water and flannel. She then washed my body” as Helen was doing at that moment. Helen asked me to go on … “the woman washed my heated brow with cooling liquid. She pulled the sheet off my naked body and washed me all over not missing any part except one!
When I was cleaned and refreshed she started to kiss me from head to toe telling me I would get better, but first I had to release the pressure inside me to allow my body heal it’s self fighting off the fever.”
Helen was now looking a little flushed as I continued recounting my dream. She then pulled back the sheet and applied the flannel to my now erect member.
She said huskily staring me straight in the eyes “Did she clean this, like this?” “Yes” I replied breathlessly.
“What did your dream woman do next?” Helen asked.
“ Well!”I said. “When she had washed and dried me. The woman did a most unusual thing. She pulled my hands and arms up behind my head. Produced soft silken cords and tied my wrists to the bars at the top of the bed.”
Helen then surprised me by saying, “Like this?” as she too pulled my hands and arms behind my head and as if by magic, produced two pieces of soft rope and tethered my wrists to the bars at the head of the bed.
This was getting interesting. Helen took my swollen member in her hand and asked me to continue my story.
“Well….” I said grinning like the Cheshire cat “The dusky maiden took my JT in her hand and stroked it up and down telling me how beautiful it was. She then lowered her head taking my cock into her mouth.”
Helen, to my pleasant amazement re-enacted my description by taking my enflamed member into her mouth.
I was in seventh heaven, lying in bed being revived by an older woman, a woman that was sending waves of shivering pleasure through me. She knew all the right little places to apply pressure to my cock. Her special trick was to use the tip of her tongue to lick in little circles at the union of the glands, then she would lick in long wet strokes, starting at the base of the shaft and licking up to the head she applied this treatment to my cock for what seemed an age. Just as I got used to her wonderful technique being repeated over and over, She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my length, twirling her tongue around and around as more of my cock vanished into her eager mouth. Apart from my salutations of pleasure and her gentle slurping sounds, all was quiet in the house we were quite alone.
Helen finally came up for air smiling at me she said “Did you like that?” I just grinned back at her and nodded my head in affirmation.
“What did the dusky maiden do next?” She asked, as she stroked my body with soft fingers.