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a deeper description of this fantasy man you explore in the ocean.”

Chloe smiled and went back to her fantasy.

“When my fantasy man and I are in the ocean, I’d love to softly feel the muscles in his legs, work my way up massaging his calves and thighs. I’d love to fondle his cock, feel him grow iron-hard in my hand despite the chill in the ocean. I’d enjoy staring up at the sky as it grew darker, watch the stars begin to shine, and then look back in his face and see his passion and impatience grow.

“I’d love to bring him along, step-by-step, and maybe even make him come without laying my lips on him to begin with. The power of knowing I could bring him to climax by neither kissing him nor sucking on him, but just with my hand. Oh, I’d love to do all that later, spread out on a large towel with no one around. But part of the fantasy is to feel that momentary power, knowing I could bring my man to climax with just my hands. I would wallow in the knowledge that he wanted me and lusted after me that much, it would give me the confidence in return to follow and fulfill all his own fantasies.”

Chloe let her mind wander over how lovely the fantasy would be, let it play out in her mind, keeping silent, assuming the visuals she had built would be enough for Samuel to use his own imagination.

Samuel looked slightly crestfallen. “That’s it? You’re leaving me hanging here?”

Chloe smiled and shook her head. “Obviously I’m going to have to spell it out. I forgot men have less imagination than women.”

Samuel looked a bit put out. He pouted, but ruined it by the grin that shone through.

Chloe shook her head. “You big baby. Okay, let me spell it out for you in minute detail.”

He shone a happy grin over her, settled himself in his chair and closed his eyes, obviously looking forward to her words.

“Imagine you’re standing in the ocean. Your feet are braced apart, to keep you upright as the waves gently pull you back and forth. The ebb and flow of the water is so subtle, you don’t really notice it or think of it. Yet at the same time, it is powerful enough that you must dig your feet into the sand and use a lot of your strength to keep from being knocked over.

“That subtlety, that powerful, strong-yet-still-subtle movement is more of what I’m talking about. Imagine having the hot night air around you, and the cool but still warm water surrounding your body, and having female flesh pressed up against you. Say you’re holding her, arms wrapped around her waist. She slowly starts caressing your thigh. Such a small, light caress you barely even notice it. Just like the pull in the water, it is gentle, soft, barely noticeable. Until you suddenly realize your cock is half-hard.”

Chloe looked at Samuel and realized he had opened his eyes to watch her as she described her fantasy. His gaze was hot as he became more ensnared in her descriptions, as they lost themselves in her fantasy. Men, she knew, were more visual creatures. So while she could use her own imagination to fill in the blanks of her own fantasy, she realized she needed to describe her thoughts into words to let him get the full impact of what she was trying to convey.

“Her light, gentle massaging is merely building the fire inside your groin, not putting it out. After a few minutes, not even the cool chill in the water can dampen the sexual arousal. Yet you can’t make her work faster, or stroke harder. She is gently caressing your thighs, working her way up. Soon she will reach your cock. Yet she won’t dip her hand into your trunks, she will simply massage you through the Lycra.

“You’re starting to breathe harder, the fire in your cock is getting hotter. Your lover is still massaging you, gently caressing you, but the hunger, the arousal and ache inside you is growing stronger. Her caresses aren’t relieving the stress. You’re in the ocean, maybe the odd person now and then walks by you on the beach, calling out ‘Good evening’ so you can’t pick her up and fuck her wildly on the beach. You have to stand and take her explorations.”

Chloe enjoyed dragging the fantasy out, fleshing out more and more details to drive her point home to Samuel. The way he shifted on his chair showed his jeans were obviously becoming too tight.

“So maybe instead, you growl at her to hurry up and fist you. She smiles up at you, and reminds you that you promised her she could take her time, explore you in the relative safety of the ocean. You can’t go back on your word, of course. So you must stand there, with the waves ebbing and pulling at you, a beautiful woman in your arms slowly driving you wild, and the odd night stroller walking down the sand. You can’t take her, you simply have to let her sate her curiosity. I’d be willing to bet her exploring you would quickly drive you insane.”

Smiling in a slightly smug manner, Chloe leaned forward, balanced on her legs.

“So, Samuel, think it’s a tame fantasy of mine now?”

He swallowed, stunned for a moment. With obvious effort he collected himself, swallowing a few more times, until the fire in his eyes became banked. “It’s definitely worth a thought or two. Except there is one point you missed.”

Chloe frowned. “It’s my fantasy, I can’t have missed anything.”

“Sure you could have. If that man was me, and the woman driving him wild was you, then I would have had a simple solution when I truly couldn’t take any more.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow arrogantly. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he drawled. “I would have ripped off those tiny bikini panties, stripped out of my own trunks, and driven myself so far inside you

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