That treasure that every man had fantasies about. She began to wash down there. Her hands crept down at her strawberry colored lips. She began to fond...e herself. She looked in the bathroom mirror as her nude athletic body was getting washed off.She turned around and let her backside be rinsed. She looked back at it. And touched her sweet treasure almost in silence. She put one hand on the wall and started to masturbate. She felt the wetness on her sweet vagina, fondling it. She tasted her. " No, not really," she said. "I knew you were really good at it. What should I call you? Arliss? Arlie? I can't keep calling you Swifty!" Arlie, please," he said. "Have you forgiven me yet? For my covert actions? For coming here? Jumping at you out of the bushes?" I haven't decided yet," she said. "Let's just ... talk. I was saying that I never thought, back when we were young, that your dreams of getting a scholarship or even of turning pro someday were childish or unrealistic. It's just that. About eight years ago we heard about a Halloween party at this hugenightclub we never frequent and about fifty miles away from our home.Figuring that no one we knew would be there we decided to live ourfantasy's out in public on a night we could still have deniability if wewere discovered. That night we both dressed up as hookers.He looked Incredible!! Black leather mini-skirt, thigh-high blackstockings, high heeled boots, red blouse, black leather short-waistjacket, short shag platinum blond. As inspiration I draw on my own experiences and fantasies, but as I have written almost two hundred, even my well must run dry sometime. Those readers who have written to me with comments are often asked about their fantasies and I have used this information in a story or two. One of the most successful was 'Young Sisters'. The whole story was laid out by a lady in the north west of USA, all I had to do was join up the dots to make a complete story.I had downloaded a few stories for various.