Mindi and Me - A Fantasy

Mindi nods. She removes the thumb from her mouth and rocks forward to bring her pussy still closer. Her hands are on her tits as she lowers herself down over my face and the space between her thighs fills my field of view. Wet, sticky and musky, her pussy descends on me, until my out-thrust tongue makes contact with her engorged clitoris. I jab it experimentally and feel Mindi jolt above me. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the fleshly bulb and Mindi's body is already trembling. She tastes and smells delightful and I suck on her clit gently for several minutes, drinking her juice and inhaling her fragrance hungrily. Mindi is beginning to writhe above me and I realise that her orgasm is not far away.

Releasing her clit, I lick between her labia, finding the opening to her inside. I ease my tongue slowly into her pussy, separating the folds and delving deeply. I start to tongue fuck her, pushing in and pulling out hard and fast, curling my tongue to seek nectar from within, using Mindi's wriggling feed-back to identify sensitive spots on which to focus my attention. My hands are above her hips and I pull her down a bit further. Mindi reciprocates, spreading her knees as far as she can, pushing down on me, to drive my tongue as far into her as possible. Shortly, the throbbing starts. With a scream of ecstasy from Mindi, her pussy clamps tightly around my tongue. For an age, she bucks above me pulling my still trapped tongue around inside her. As the release comes, her juices flood into my mouth and across my face. She relaxes and slumps sideways and backwards to lie on the bed on my right-hand side with her head near my knees.

"Oh! My! Gosh!" she says between gasps of breath. "You have a wicked tongue, Jenny." My knees are bent upwards and she slides her right arm under them to reach around me and hug my legs. She places a kiss next to my knee. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"You certainly know your way around as well." I tell her as I bring my right arm up to her hip and gently stroke her waist.

"I've had a fair amount-- no, a lot of oral sex. Good oral sex and great oral sex, but that was the greatest. No one has made me cum like that. It was like having a serpent exploring inside me. I thought I was going to faint at one point."

I laugh. "I'm happy to please. One girlfriend, who was a nurse, said she thought that I can stick my tongue out further than most people she'd met -- something to do with the shape of my mouth and the way my tongue is 'anchored'. I felt a bit freakish when she told me, but it kept her coming back for more."

"Well, as a fake TV doctor, my fake second opinion is that your nurse friend was right. I've never been tongued like that." She hugs my knee again.

Mindi traces slow, idle patterns with her fingertips on my calves, thighs and bum. I stroke along the side of her leg and across her stomach, delving occasionally into her navel. We lay quiet for a time; unspeaking and hugging each other. Satiated, I start to feel drowsy, but, before I fall into a pleasant doze, Mindi starts speaking again.

"I've always had a 'thing' for nurses." she says dreamily. "I like uniforms generally. I like the dressing-up part of them; a standardised set of clothes hiding the nature of the person wearing them. Not the modern scrubs that we wear on the show, though. I like the old-style uniforms with the skirts, stockings and the little white hats like they used to wear in the '60s and '70s. In fact the first time I slept with a girl we were both wearing nurse's uniforms."

"Really? Sexy nurses! That was your first time?" I say. This is interesting. Now I'm fully awake.

"She wasn't a real nurse like your girlfriend; just acting as one on an episode of Casualty I did back in the mid '90s. I played a girl who'd been attacked by her brother when he found out I had posed for nude photos to get money for an abortion."

"Wow! A typical light-hearted storyline for Casualty." I say sarcastically.

"Yeah, Indeed! She was one of the regular extras, one of the un-named hospital staff you see in the background of every episode. Off-set between takes, we got chatting and I told her how sexy I thought she looked in the uniform. We started flirting and then there was a bit of snogging as well. We very nearly got caught mid-snog by Derek Thompson who plays Charlie Fairhead the senior nurse. I think he suspected something was going on. On the night before the last day of filming, we went back to her flat. Her flat mates were all going to be out and she'd managed to 'borrow' her costume and another. We got into them and improvised some of our own X-rated little medical dramas. We sneaked the costumes back into the wardrobe department the next day, but I can't imagine what the wardrobe manager must've thought when she found them stinking of sex."

"I'd love to have seen 'Naughty Nurse Nagra'." I laugh. I cup her breast and feel the nipple respond against my palm.

Mindi pushes herself against it for a moment, then she sits up on the bed and turns around to face me, knees apart and hands at the top of her thighs. I can see her pussy again; labia still puffy and moist. She slides her left hand up her stomach towards her chest. The other hand slowly begins to travel in the opposite direction. Her left hand pinches her left nipple whilst her right strokes the opening of her pussy. Her eyes are locked on mine. I move my hand to join hers at the opening between her legs.

We each slip a finger into her slick interior. I wriggle my finger inside her and insert a second. Mindi does the same and crosses hers over mine. She uses her fingers to guide mine further inside her. Her head tilts back and her mouth opens to release a series of short gasps. She is pulling and pushing my fingers in and out of herself leisurely. I let her control the direction of the thrusts as she quickens the pace. She starts thrusting herself against my fingers as she pulls my wrist towards her.

"In, Jenny. Get it all the way in. Right inside. Further."

She pulls my hand towards her. Her pussy is very tight, but it is very wet and she is absolute in her determination that my hand make its home inside her. Little by little, it slides deeper inside.

"Are you sure about this? I ask Mindi. "I don't want to hurt you." My hands are not large, but she is slightly built and I don't want to wreck her lovely pussy.

"Don't worry. You're nearly in; it will fit just fine. My cunny can take it."

I give a harder push and she gasps as the widest part of my hand slides through her opening. The rest of my hand follows more easily and my hand is buried past the wrist inside her. Mindi adjusts her position so that she is sitting on her calves with her ankles together and her knees apart. Mindi rocks backwards and forwards pulling and pushing against my arm.

My view between her legs is shockingly lewd. An arm just does not naturally belong there. Her glistening labia are stretched wide like a mouth around my intruding wrist. With her right hand she grips my arm below the wrist to steady it against her motions; with the left she alternates between pinching her nipples and flicking at her clitoris. Mindi's rocking becomes quicker and her gasps turn to groans as she rises up on to her knees. My elbow is wedged against the mattress and Mindi starts thrusting down hard against my hand. Her gloriously taut thighs clamp against my lower arm. Her right hand is now at her throat. Her mouth is wide open as she pants hard.

She adopts a rocking motion, slowing it so she can sustain her level of arousal without crashing over the threshold into orgasm. I start flexing my hand. We carry on like this for minutes; Mindi fucking herself on my arm and me clenching and relaxing my hand deep inside her. Occasionally, I twist my wrist to complement her movements.

Mindi gets to the stage where she can't hold-off the approaching explosion. "Jen...Jen...Jenn-ieee...I'm so...Close to...Ahh...Ahhh!"

She orgasms with a shriek and collapses backwards on to the bed, pulling my arm along with her. She lays there panting. Eventually she relaxes a little and I can slowly withdraw my hand, slick with her juices. I suck my fingers clean of her.

She rolls on top of me, and I open my legs so she can lay between my thighs. She lays there, her tits flattened over my own, and moves in for a kiss. I close my legs and arms around her, hugging her. I open my mouth to receive the kiss and our lips press together. I taste myself on her lips. Mindi can surely taste herself on mine. Tongues explore. She kisses beautifully.

We break for air. "Are you busy tonight? Can you stay?" she asks in an almost shy whisper.

"I can. Most definitely, I can!" My answer is immediate and emphatic. Staying the night is just exactly what I want to do.

The shyness disappears and a broad smile appears on her face. "Good! I'm going to take you back up to the house, I'm going to take you to my bed and I'm going to fuck your brains out!"

I release her from my hug and she rolls off of me, back on to the bed. Quickly, she jumps to her feet and grabs my left hand to haul me up. Her hair is tousled and disarrayed and her skin is shiny with sweat and, I realise, my pussy juices. She looks more beautiful than ever. She is completely, utterly fuckable. She leads the way out of the pool house. We ignore our discarded clothes and we walk naked through her garden -- past the pool, up the steps, across the terrace -- and into the house.

"Wait here for a moment darling." Mindi says and disappears in the direction of the kitchen. I enjoy hearing her call me her 'darling'. My heart swells to know she feels this way about me.

I stand on the white rug next to the white leather sofa I occupied only a couple of hours ago. What a turn of events. I came here planning to metaphorically put words into Mindi's mouth, Instead, I have, quite literally, taken her into my mouth, and vice versa.

I feel conspicuous in my nakedness. Can anyone out there in those houses on those hillsides see me through this wall of glass?

Mindi reappears, still naked, with another tray. This one holds a bottle of champagne, two fluted glasses and a dish of strawberries.

"Refreshments!" she says gaily; holding out the tray. "We need to keep our stamina up. Come with me."

She turns and walks towards the stairs. I follow.

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THE BEDROOM: 5:00 PM

The upstairs private part of Mindi's house is very different from the downstairs. Whereas the living area is all brightly lit, bare white surfaces and minimalist white furniture, her bedroom is decorated with rich earth tones -- reds, ochres and browns with opulent golden highlights. The windows are hung with chocolate-coloured plush velvet curtains and the floor is covered with a deep crimson carpet. The other two of the 'Four fucks', 'Love' and 'Lust', hang above the head of the bed and on the wall opposite. These match the decor with one mostly reds and browns and the other browns and gold. The figures in these two are, perhaps, a little more distinct than in the two downstairs. The large bed in the centre of the room is piled with tasselled cushions and pillows heaped up against an ornately padded golden velvet-covered headboard. A script would describe this room as a boudoir; a room for seduction and sensuality. I am lying on my back amongst the pillows. I am naked.

Mindi is standing at the window, a silhouette against the light streaming through them. A broad smile appears on her face.

"Jenny, you look so delicious, I'm going to have to eat you all up." She says.

I smile at these clichéd words of affection. Not the most original choice, but I'm the writer and she's the actress. I cannot fault her on the authenticity of her delivery. I am entirely convinced that she is, indeed, going to eat me all up. I shudder pleasurably at the expectation.

Mindi does not join me immediately on the bed. Instead she says. "Make yourself comfortable darling, I just need to do a couple of things, then I will be right back to shag you so spectacularly you'll think you've died and gone to heaven." She notices my disappointment. "I won't be long. I promise. And the short wait will be worth it.

Mindi opens a door to an adjacent room. She steps inside. From what I can see before she closes the door, the room beyond is a dressing room.

I can hear Mindi moving around and the sound of cupboard doors and drawers being opened and closed. Whilst she's busy doing whatever it is she's doing, I lie back amongst the pillows marvelling at how the day has turned out. I was nervous about coming here to meet Parminder Nagra, 'well-known actress'. I have loved her work since Bend it like Beckham, but I was also a bit frightened that she might be the 'petulant bitch' that one of the other writers had called her. He told me he didn't get on with her because she was constantly complaining about his work. If he was the one writing the sort of crap dialogue Mindi mentioned earlier, I can imagine why she would be complaining.

Well, no petulant bitchiness has been seen and today has gone wonderfully. I was hoping she would like me and my story ideas and that we could start the gradual process of developing a working relationship and maybe become friendly. Given where I am currently, and what we've just been doing down in the pool house, l think it is fair to say that we've smashed through the gradual development stage, leapt friendliness in a single bound and gone straight to the fucking.

Suddenly, the door opens again and Mindi steps back into the room and I'm snapped out of my reverie.

My mouth drops open in a gasp. My eyes are wide, starring at the gorgeous sight in front of me. Oh My Fucking Gosh! Mindi has transformed herself into a full-on wet dream. She is wearing a translucent white latex baby doll negligee. Turquoise latex hold-up stockings cover her legs up to the tops of her thighs and her arms are encased from fingertips to armpits in long turquoise latex gloves. The negligee is short, hanging above mid-thigh, just concealing her pussy behind a hem trimmed with latex ruffles. More ruffles trim the bust line and the tops of the short sleeves which overlap the tops of the gloves. The body of the garment is tight. Very, very tight. It moulds and stretches itself over her beautiful curves. She has put on a slightly curly turquoise wig that cascades over her shoulders. On her feet she has a tall pair of white patent high heels with tiny straps around the ankles. So my new lover also shares my fetish, my love of latex. From great to fantastic and now to outstanding; could today get any better?

"You like? Mindi asks, before striking a pose with her left hip thrust outwards. She pokes her right cheek with her corresponding index finger coquettishly. She smiles broadly and laughs.

"Oh My Fucking Gosh. Fucking Absolutely! How could I possibly not. I absolutely adore latex; I've been into it for years." I reply.

My eyes feast on the amazing vision before me. I struggle to focus on her glimmering gloriousness. Her body is gorgeous without adornment, but, wrapped and encapsulated in this wonderful material, it is enhanced to another level. Every part of her body demands attention.

"Fantastic! I'm so thrilled you're a latex fan too. It's one of my favourite ways to fuck." Mindi says.

"Mindi, you're a goddess! I totally love it. I bow down to your wanton sexiness. You're the most wonderfully sexy thing I've seen ages. My clit is throbbing like its got an electric current running through it and I think I'm going to cum just from looking at you."

"Well, Let's see what we can do about that, shall we." Mindi smirks.

She takes two swaying steps away from the doorway towards a dressing table next to the window. Mindi picks up an iPod and quickly scrolls through her track list. She makes a small smile when she finds what she wants. She presses play and the room is filled with a heavy throbbing drum sound followed by a jangling electric guitar. Mindi must have speakers buried in the ceiling. When the female vocal starts a sexual moaning behind the guitar sound, I recognise the song as The Chakachas' "Jungle Fever".

Mindi tosses the iPod on to the bed and begins gyrating to the music. She runs her hands slowly over her body - down her sides and over her thighs, then back across her belly to her tits which she squeezes through the latex. She runs her hands up to her neck and over her face, sucking the index finger of each hand into her mouth. Each time the moaning returns on the track, a hand goes to her mons and she thrusts and grinds against it whilst the other hand runs through the cascades of turquoise hair. All the time, her eyes are locked to mine.

"Oh baby. Grind for me." I say. My legs are splayed wide and my index and the ring finger of my left hand are inside my pussy working it hard and my right hand is wandering between my tits. My pussy is wetter than ever and my clit and nipples feel swollen to bursting point.

Mindi turns around so her back is towards me then slowly leans forward, sliding her hands down her thighs. The latex of her gloves and stockings squeaks as the layers rub past each other. She keeps going down, hands past her knees until she is gripping her ankles with her legs still straight. This woman is bendy! She jiggles and sways her bum at me. As "Jungle Fever" reaches its outro, she lets go of her ankles, but she stays bent double. She brings both hands up to her bum and slides them under the bottom edge of the negligee before flipping the hem back. From my reclining position, her pussy is at my eye level. She spreads her labia for me.

Mindi straightens-up and turns round to face me. A broad smile is on her face. She lifts her right foot high on to a small stool. Her right hand glides along her thigh and comes to a stop on her knee. Her left hand slides under the edge of the negligee and she wantonly, without a pause, thrusts two of her rubberised fingers into her pussy. She watches me intently as she slowly masturbates with deep leisurely, squelching strokes in and out.

"Do you like this? Does this turn you on?" She asks knowingly. The question is rhetorical; there's no possible way it couldn't.

I simply nod, mesmerised by the sight in front of me. I've never witnessed such a lewd or erotic display.

Mindi removes her fingers, glistening now with her juices. "Oh Jenny. I'm so wet for you!" She exclaims with a smirk and a wink. She quickly slides her fingers into her mouth.

Whilst she sucks on her fingers, her right hand moves to her pussy and she repeats her movements. Two more fingers probe her insides with gentle thrusts. She continues to finger herself, alternating hands, five thrusts each time before switching and sucking her fingers clean.

I adopt the same rhythm, sucking my fingers as she sucks on hers. For five minutes, the only sound in the room is the squish, squich, squelch of our masturbation and our slurps and moans as we encourage each other in our wildness.

Eventually, Mindi decides that self pleasure is not enough and she comes to join me on the bed. She climbs on to it and crawls up alongside me on my right side. She rubs her latex-sheathed knee deliberately up the outside of my leg and against me hip. She kneels next to my waist and looks up and down my body.

"Goodness. How am I ever going to be able to keep my hands off of you when I see you at the studio? I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you for even a moment." Mindi says.

"It's going to be very difficult for me too." I reply, staring at her latex-covered tits. "Every time I see you, I'm going to imagine you like this." I place my right hand on her stomach. The glossy latex is warn from her body heat. Mindi straddles my waist and slides her hands over my tits. She runs her hands up to my shoulders and down to my elbows. I'm pinned to the bed as she lowers herself down on top of me. Her turquoise hair engulfs my face.