Fantasy gone Wrong

Yesterday I decided to spend my time outside in my secret garden curled up on the wicker love seat under my red umbrella with a good book.  A perfect start to a new week.

After a couple of hours of being curled up - I decided to throw the pillows down on the patio and lie down on my tummy and read and tan my back at the same time.  The really nice thing about my secret garden is that I can tan almost nude.  I was wearing a sarong and while i had been sitting I had the top bit as low as it could go ... and the bottom bit as high as I dared - no tan lines dontcha know.  Well when I laid down on my tummy (feet right at the door ) - I hoisted the bottom part of the sarong as high as I dared - to just under my ass......... the sun felt so good on my body.. it warmed it.. it lulled it... and soon my eyes were feeling heavy............ 

I closed my eyes - knowing full well there was a really good fantasy coming............

In my mind's eye I could see myself - spread out on the patio- behind the privacy trellis - legs spread slightly apart - ass curving - breasts straining against the bit of material covering them, ready to pop out -  every inch of me open and welcoming and ready.............. 

I heard the screen door slide open - and in my fantasy W was standing there - clad in his utility kilt - no shirt -  surveying the wantoness in front of him. He stepped down from the house to the patio..... being careful to put his foot down between my legs (just not a whole lot of room in my secret garden - especially when I am lying spread eagle)

As he brought his second foot down to the patio level - he stepped on my foot - I screeched - he jumped - and lost his balance - doing a jig of sorts to keep himself from falling over - he hit the red umbrella - sending it crashing down on the trellis......... I tried to leap up - which was impossible with W struggling to regain his foot hold .. and my sarong opened up and fell off.. leaving me naked and not the least bit suggestive.


I shook my head - and cleared the fantasy.  THAT would never work - even my fantasy knew there just wasn't enough room ............. 


So after a moment's disappointment... I closed my eyes and changed the location - from the patio - to Maitre Ex's dungeon.  W was sitting on the low sofa - in his utility kilt...... me kneeling just in front of him.  I knew W was "commando" and I wanted - no craved - to crawl under the kilt and give him the best blow job he had had for a long time............ 


I inched forward ....... laid my head on his knee - W - being W - asked what was wrong... (sigh - even in MY fantasy - W is W) I shook my head to indicate nothing was wrong.. I was smiling........ 


Slowly my right hand slid under the kilt and started to caress his thigh..........moving higher all the time.......Finally I couldn't wait anymore - after all - I was all hot and bothered from the patio scene - and wanted some success.......... 


So I wiggled myself around so I was kneeling directly in front of W and lifting the kilt with one hand - dove underneath ...... letting the kilt fall over my head and shoulders.  I stroked his cock - I licked his cock like a popsicle - I brought my lips down and surrounded the head of his cock... while my tongue made lazy circles round and round the tip..... W was enjoying my ministrations - I could tell (cheeky grin)

Niggling at the back of my fantasy - was how hot it had been on Saturday evening - and how IF I had actually done some "kilt diving" I would have died of heat exhaustion in 2 minutes flat.  I pushed the thought out of my fantasy.  DAMN IT !!  This was my fantasy!!  And it was going to work !! No heat !!  No humidity !! Just sensuality.


I went back to sucking W's cock - slowly - running my tongue around and around as my mouth slid up and down........ my hands stroking his balls ever so gently........... Up and down - umm it felt so good - it tasted so good................. 


THEN.............. 


there was an horrendous screeching - and then a cat howling - and I jumped out of my reverie to see a squirrel sitting on the privacy trellis - not 2 feet from my head - screeching and miss ashes was jumping at the screen door trying to protect me.............. 


LE SIGH............. 


I shooed the squirrel away - picked up my book and the pillows - and moved my dignified - discouraged self - back to the wicker love seat ............... 


It - obviously - was not the day for a fantasy.