When some of my girlfriends regaled me with stories of their sex lives I realised I have a lot of catching up to do and have missed out on lots of sex...al excitement.“I want to extend my sexual boundaries and fulfil some of my fantasies,” I tell some of my girlfriends each time I see them. Without exception, they all wanted me to tell them about those fantasies, their voyeuristic streak showing.“A thick, hung man, ten or fifteen years younger, with a nine or ten-inch erection fucking me. Perhaps. She felt a presance between her straddled legs and someone softly kissed her pussy. "Oh god," she thought "this is driving me insane!" After a few more seconds of uncomfortable longing, she felt something hard and slimy rubbing along her pink folds. Once again, just as she was feeling satisfied, it stopped. "Please, don't stop.." she moaned. She felt a tickling sensation run over her now very hard nipples. Feathers, she thought. She was now squirming like crazy. The feathers stopped and she. “It must be nice to work for Melinda, no?” This time I was sure that I didn’t imagine it. Her thumb flicked over the back of my hand, quick and softly like butterfly wings. “It is,” I confirmed, “though I haven’t met her in person yet. I only started today, after all. But it is exciting…” My voice trailed off when her amused smile and the raising of her eyebrow suddenly made me aware of the possible double entendre. The room seemed to become smaller. “God, I’m rambling!” “You ramble nicely.”. When she gasped and looked down at it, “no shop talk love.”I started up our conversation and talked about a new restaurant when she reached forward and placed her hand on my chest, freezing my thoughts. “Yes...touch is a powerful weapon. You shouldn’t wield it so recklessly.” As she took her hand back she let it fall to my waist, tugged on my belt and beckoned to the dance floor. The band broke into a lively swing beat, and I took her by the waist and yelled “JUMP” as she did I pushed up on her.