The Limits of Imagination Ch. 02

Jack watched Elle as she disappeared down the street, her melodic voice fading as she assured Jenn she was safe. When she turned the corner at the end of his street, disappearing from view, he shut and locked the door. What the fuck am I doing? he thought to himself, breathing deeply and running his fingers through his hair. His semi-hard cock twitched within his shorts as scenes from just twenty minutes ago flashed across his consciousness. The smooth slickness of her pussy as his fingers entered her for the first time. The sight and sensation of her lips gripping his dick as he oscillated into and out of her. The clenching of her sphincter beneath the pad of his thumb. The sound of their bodies slapping into one another. Her moans...

Two weeks earlier...

Jack dropped his phone onto the sofa before collapsing down next to it, sinking into the overused cushion - his usual spot. He set his beer down on the side table and, picking up the remote, switched on the TV. Paying no attention to what was on, he lifted his phone from beside him and unlocked it, the almost imperceptible vibration signalling it's recognition of him.

Swiping up with his thumb to bring up all of the apps, he tapped the icon for the internet browser. Before typing anything into the nav bar, he opened the options menu and selected incognito mode, a habit he'd developed when living in a shared flat in uni. He preferred to keep his browsing habits secret from his flatmates. Once the new window opened, he typed in the address for one of his favourite fetish forums, logging in once it loaded.

Oblivious to the voice of the news anchor on the much larger screen in front of him - Jack had a habit of turning on the news in the mornings - he started browsing through the numerous forums he was subscribed to, starting with Anal Antics as it was at the top of the list. He was well practiced by now at identifying new threads that were worth spending time on, judging on a variety of indicators such as title, number of comments and how long ago it was posted. A few threads in, he felt the familiar swelling in his pants. As he immersed himself in photos, stories, requests and comment conversations, everything else around him faded from his awareness.

Minutes or maybe hours later - the same anchor was still droning on so it can't have been too long - one post in particular caused him to pause his usually rapid exploration. Its title was 24 [F4M] Boundless imagination seeks fellow experimenter and it was one of the top posts in the Searching For forum with over 30 comments. He clicked on the title to open the post.

As he read the body of the post he felt a bead of precum squeeze it way out of his urethra; his penis reacting to the words he was reading, his prostate involuntarily clenching. Try pretty much anything...fantasies...extreme...no limits...Fuck this is hot, he thought as he reached the end and began scrolling down the comments. It was the usual collection of requests for pictures, claims of sexual prowess and trolls doing whatever trolls do. Good luck finding someone legit, he mused scrolling back to the top.

Reading carefully through the text a second time, a number of separate thoughts began coalescing in Jack's head. For years, he'd been exploring these forums, gathering fantasies along the way. He'd long ago accepted that they were going to remain just that, fantasies unfulfilled. He had no qualms experimenting with new things, though he'd only ever done that alone. He'd never responded to a post in these forums.

He'd already clicked on the Send Message button when these thoughts forcefully collided together into a realisation that he was going to reply. His left hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants and he wrapped his fingers around the heat of his now rock hard, leaking cock. His right hand typed his message to CuriousCat94.

Present...

The crash of the neighbour's bin toppling over in the wind brought Jack back to his senses. His head turned towards the noise before glancing down at the tent his hard cock was supporting and the wet spot marking the precise location of his pisshole. Switching off the light, he headed upstairs to cook dinner.

Over the sizzling of hot oil and crackling sausages Jack heard the familiar ping of his phone. Deciding that the sausages were done anyway, he took the pan off the heat and clicked off the gas. Setting the tongs down on the plate, he wiped his hand on the kitchen towel, habitually thrown over his shoulder whenever he cooked, and picked up his phone. It was Elle.

Hey creep ;) he read the message in the notification window without unlocking the phone. It buzzed again in his hand.

That was fun.

Another buzz.

Same time next week?

Jack was dumbfounded. This went against all of his, admittedly not extensive, dating experience. Nobody ever followed up this quickly.

Forgetting his rapidly cooling sausages and still un-mashed potatoes, he swiped across the notification to type a response.

Hey, he typed, it most certainly was. He hit send and began another message straight away, Hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule..., he sent that one and waited a few seconds until the blue tick confirmed she'd received and viewed it. With that confirmation he typed, Yup, next week works ;) The status beneath her name indicated she had begun typing so he quickly hit send.

Her message came through an instant later, Ha good one. Followed soon after by her response to his last message, Great! See you then!

Jack stared at the conversation, reading it through again to make sure it was real. His chest felt exactly the same as the moment during his 3rd grade prize giving when his name had been announced as the winner of the science prize: simultaneously excited and terrified.

See you then! he confirmed.

As he ate his cold sausages and mash in front of the TV, Jack wondered if he should propose another one of his fantasies, but decided against it. He'd already taken a chance telling Elle he wanted her pussy smooth for their first encounter. Let her initiate the experimenting this time.

***

The week flew past. Jack was dimly aware of arriving at work in the morning, going for a run a couple of times and browsing through the list of fetishes on FetForum. Hey, I've got a proper reason to do this now, he told himself when he logged on for the first time two nights after his encounter with Elle.

Saturday evening arrived without any more messages from her. Jack resisted the temptation to check if she was still coming, not wanting to seem overly eager or perhaps doubtful of her commitment. In anticipation of her imminent arrival, he paid careful attention to his crotch in the shower, trimming his pubes a little so as not to appear entirely wild.

The last hint of dampness remained in his hair when the thumping of the door knocker echoed up the stairs. Three solid impacts. Just like last time, he mused as he leapt off the kitchen stool. He'd dressed himself once again in just shorts and a T-shirt, leaving little to the imagination and his penis free to swing unrestricted. It was doing exactly that as he made his way down the stairs. Arriving on the landing he saw Elle through the small square window in the door, blurred into an impressionist painting by the frosted glass. Two deep breaths later he crossed to the door, turned the latch with a click and opened it.

She was beautiful. He'd thought that the first time they met and confirmed it last week. Now, standing facing her in the doorway, any question of her beauty disappeared for good. Her sky blue eyes stared straight back at him, portraying an innocence that he alone knew to have cracks. Lightly golden hair fell nearly halfway down her back, hinting at curls the further down in went. She was shorter than him, but not short. He noticed she'd ditched last week's dress and opted for jeans instead, the denim hugging her legs tightly. On their journey back up her body, his eyes lingered momentarily on her chest, where a simple white shirt and unzipped jacket did little to hide the fullness of her breasts.

"Hellooo?" she interrupted. His exploration had lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but it was enough for her to understand the effect she had on him.

Lifting his eyes back to hers he replied, "Hi!" a smile breaking out across his face. He leaned in to hug her before stepping back through the door to let her in.

She removed her jacket, hanging it on the coat rack's only free hook, and slipped off her shoes before following him up the stairs and into the kitchen where she could hear music playing lightly.

"Apple juice?" he asked as she walked in, the hint of a joke on his voice.

Elle smiled before answering, "You got any beer?" She took a seat in one of the stools at the centre island and watched as he retrieved a couple of beers from the neat stack in the fridge. He uncapped them both and walked around the island, handing one to her before climbing up onto the remaining stool.

"Cheers." He raised his bottle into the space between them as he said it.

She lifted hers to meet it, glass clinking against glass as she responded, "Cheers."

They both took large sips.

"So," Jack began, lowering his bottle to his lap, "you have a good week?"

"Not really," she replied, mirroring his position. "Work's a bitch at the moment. The manager on this project is really anal about the most ridiculous things! We ended up having to go in today, hence the need for this." She indicated the bottle, lifting it from her lap and tilting it towards him before raising it to her lips. "What about you?" she asked in return.

"Not too bad actually," he shrugged. "Working with a couple of cool clients on some fun stuff, which is not always the case."

"You're a designer right?" she interrupted.

"A web designer, yes."

"So you design websites." It wasn't a question.

"Pretty much," he answered anyway. "Sometimes it's bits and pieces for a website, sometimes just wireframes, but yeah, I design stuff that goes on the internet."

"What's this fun stuff you're working on now then?"

"One is a website for a startup making these funky little robot toy things. Kinda like Furbies - if you remember those? But with some A.I. shit that makes them smart, apparently. I'm still waiting for them to send me one. The other is a page for a band that's releasing a new album in a couple weeks time. They want it to be like the internet was in the early nineties, so that's pretty fun."

His enthusiasm was clear and Elle found herself enchanted by the expressiveness of his descriptions, his face contorting rapidly to keep up with his speech.

The conversation continued and their nervousness shed as they drank their beers. Elle relaxed as the alcohol took effect, sharing her frustrations with making pointless slide show presentations and stupid clients who paid them, consultants, to reach conclusions they should really be able to reach on their own. Jack, continued telling her about his most memorable projects, at one point retrieving his tablet from the living room so show her some examples.

"Right!" she declared boldly, reaching the end of a particularly passionate tirade against an incompetent colleague. "That's enough talking. When are we going up to your room to fuck?"

Recovering quickly from his initial shock, Jack rapidly downed his remaining beer, set it down with a bang on the counter and responded, "Now!" with feigned gravitas, puffing up his chest and pulling a serious look over his face.

He slipped off of his stool, grabbed her hand and set off purposefully for the staircase. Elle staggered at first, caught equally by surprise, but soon caught her feet and laughed as she allowed herself to be pulled along.

Jack lead her up the stairs and through the door into his bedroom, letting go of her hand as they entered the room. She crossed immediately to the enormous window and stood gazing in wonder over the patchwork of moonlit rooftops.

"It's so beautiful," She said, almost to herself, but possibly to Jack. The adrenaline of their exit from the kitchen was draining away, excited nervousness replacing it. She felt Jack's arm brush up against hers as he came and stood beside her.

"Should I close the curtains?" he asked, conscious of what they were planning to do next.

"Can anybody see in?" Elle asked.

"I don't think so." He emphasised the think.

"Leave them open then."

Stepping back from the window, Elle lifted her arms to the ceiling. Jack turned and stepped up to her. Smoothly, he lifted her white top up over her head, dropping it onto the floor beside them. She wasn't wearing anything beneath and he savoured his first sight of her naked breasts. They were large, but not disproportionately so on her small frame. Light, pastel pink areola surrounded her nipples, currently stiff with expectation. Bending, Jack took one into his mouth, running his tongue around in circles before flicking the tip lightly. His hands grasped her either side of her waist, his hands warm against her bare skin.

She let her head fall backwards as his mouth left her nipple, suddenly cool without the heat of his tongue, and kissed upwards along her neck. Stepping in closer, Jack slid his arms around her back and cupped her backside, squeezing hard through her jeans. Elle felt the hardness of his cock at her crotch as he began walking her slowly backwards.

He continued pressing into her, shuffling until the back of her knees struck the soft mattress and she began to overbalance. At the point she could no longer hold herself upright, he removed his hands, leaving her unsupported. She fell back with a gasp, landing on the cool white sheets; arms spread wide, too late to catch her sudden fall.

Still standing, looking down at her with lust, Jack pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it down to join hers on the carpet. Elle looked up at him, silhouetted slightly against the window behind him, taking in the sight of his bare chest. As he moved towards her, she scooted backwards up the bed until she felt the top of her head nudge a pillow and only her feet were left hanging off the end. From the edge of the bed, Jack bent forwards, placing his hands either side of her with his thighs supporting himself against the mattress. This lined his head up with her belly and he placed a kiss on the smooth skin just below her belly button. His next kiss was lower, barely above the button of her jeans. The third he placed directly onto her mound, albeit through denim and zipper.

Bringing his knees up onto the mattress allowed him to take the weight off his arms. Kneeling over her, his legs either side of hers, he reached for the button holding her waistband closed and undid it. He unzipped frustratingly slowly. Each unlocking pair of teeth clicked audibly, revealing more of her bright pink underwear, as he slid the zipper down. Reaching the bottom, he folded open one flap of denim and leaned in again to press a tender kiss onto the soft cotton.

Keeping his head poised millimetres above her crotch, Jack scooted his legs back off the bed until his feet found the carpeted floor. Folding his fingers over and under the waistband of both jeans and panties, he began to edge them down over her hips. Elle lifted her backside to ease their passage. Jack's head followed the path of the panties, moving down with them as the revealed first her mound - pubes just starting to grow back in - and then the crease of skin that hid her clitoris from view. Resisting the urge to plant another kiss, he continued downwards; jeans and panties passing over thighs, knees, shins and ankles until finally sliding off her feet.

Letting her pants crumple to the floor at his feet, Jack resumed his exploration of Elle's body, starting at her toes. With no hint of rushing, he gently kissed her soft skin at regular intervals, journeying steadily back up her body. Elle had closed her eyes with the unbuttoning of her pants and her attention now focussed entirely on the sensation of Jack's lips and the warmth of his breath on her skin. As he rose past her knees she felt the weight of his legs climbing back up onto the bed.

Eventually, his kisses reached the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs becoming ticklish. She resisted the sudden urge to open her legs to his advance, instead holding herself as still as possible, only her face betraying her strain. Between her legs, Elle felt the first hint of slickness as her body prepared for what now seemed inevitable. Just when she was certain he was about to make contact, Jack lifted and passed right over the top of her pussy, now aching for what was promised. His lips came back down on her pubic mound, completing the round trip.

Poised where he was, Jack could smell the scent of her arousal. Looking up quickly, he grinned at the exasperated squint on Elle's face. It was the look of someone focussing all their willpower on flying an object around the room using only their mind.

Satisfied with his build-up, he lowered his head back down.

Though she had been expecting it for so long now, the first touch of his tongue on her pussy caught Elle by surprise. She gasped at the intrusion into the folds of her labia. She his tongue extend down the full length of her slit and over the entrance to her vagina, holding there for an instant before licking all the way back up. The brief contact with her clitoris at the end of the upstroke caused her to jump.

The first sweet taste of her juices brought Jack's already hard cock to full strength. In a swift movement he hooked his hands underneath her legs, simultaneously spreading and pushing them backwards. The effect was to open her completely to him.

Lowering himself down before her, he slid one arm up the side of her body until it reached her breasts, where he laid his hand. The other hand he lay across her belly, palm just below her belly button, thumb rubbing across freshly sprouting pubic hair. He then ran his tongue broadly, and with some pressure, up the full length of her pussy.

As the fingers on her breasts began teasing her nipples, Elle felt Jack's tongue begin its own exploration of her sex. It delved into the folds of her labia, burying itself between the deep furrows. It ran up and over the hood covering her clitoris, before diving down between her lips, glistening now with the combination of his saliva and her lubricants. Then it was inside her.

Bringing her hands - which until now had been clasping the sheets of the bed - up to his head, Elle clasped his face into her, urging his tongue deeper. It felt to her like there was a point deep inside her which, if he could only reach it, would bring her instantly to climax.

Jack, his mouth firmly clamped over her pussy, nose buried alongside her clit, extended his tongue as far as it would go. He knew that her pleasure was intensifying and, if he could only reach a little further, he might put her over the edge. Running out of air before finding that point, he shifted tactic.

Pressing his head backwards, he felt her hands relax. Withdrawing his tongue, he ran it up to the apex where the folds of her labia met, a small hood shielding her clitoris. Her back arched and her fingers clasped at his hair as he darted his tongue under the hood and around the circumference of her clit. Shocks of sensation radiated out through her nerves from that minute point, her muscles clenching involuntarily.

Jack's tongue resumed it's exploration, this time seeking the key to Elle's orgasm in its treatment of her clit. Alternating through running circles around the edge and quick flicks up and down, he increased the intensity of her pleasure. Then, as she teetered precariously on the brink of climax, he pursed his lips slightly and sucked her clitoris out of the cover of its protective hood. As it swelled in the suction he swiped the tip of his tongue hard across the surface. She cried out as orgasm overtook her. Her fingers, still entwined in his hair, pulled him hard against her. She clenched her thighs against his head, holding him tightly in their embrace. Jack, seeking to prolong her pleasure, continued rolling his tongue around and over her clit. His hand on her belly felt her twitching muscles synchronise with the motion of his tongue as the spasms of orgasm rolled through her. Only when he felt the tension in her body release, did he release her clitoris.