Texts III: Reality and Fantasy, Doctor Who, (Amy/?)
Title: "Texts III: Reality and Fantasy "
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy/?
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: This is the third in what's going to be a series of around five fics.
Content Warning: Explicit f/f Sex
Notes: Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run. It's not 100% vital you read the first twi parts to appreciate the third the gist of the the first two parts is mentioned in this one. First part is here. The second is here
The TARDIS landed. Amy didn't want to get out.
"Right Ponds, here we are safe and sound again," the Doctor dashed around the control console, flicking switches as he want then twiddled something that looked like it was made out of lego.
"So when should we expect you next? Amy asked.
"I thought you'd have learned by now, always expect mt. But I'd say maybe a week or so..." the Doctor waved his hands at her as if to swat away the question. Then he pretended to be busy thoughtfully fiddling about with a little dial.
"You said that last time and it was a month."
"A week, a month, same difference. Now chop chop, I've got a date to be getting to."
"With our daughter I hope," Rory said. Amy loked at him and had a little pang of love for him. He really was cute when he was being protective of their grown up little girl.
"Yes of course. It's out anniversary apparently. At least that's what she said, for her anyway."
The Doctor waffled on and neither Amy or Rory were really listening. They both were thinking about what it was going to be like at home. Together.
Things had not been too good between them. Arguments. Upsets. Huffs.
And Amy was having an affair with her anonymous admirer.
After more stalling and the Doctor launching off on a tangent about the one hundred year long anniversary party thrown by Emperor Zarblezerble for his beloved wife (the last decade was a display of hedonism famed throughout the universe) they bid him farewell.
The familiar rasp of the TARDIS' departure as the two of them waved signaled the end of another adventure with the Doctor and their return to real life.
Amy and Rory went inside.
It had become a bit of a ritual to have a catch up on what they'd missed when they came home. Rory put the telly on. Amy went and made tea. She handed a mug to Roray and then sat on the other end of the sofa.
"Six days this time," Rory said. He changed the channel to the news.
Amy grabbed her laptop and checked her emails. There were a few offers of modeling jobs. SHe dismissed the first few, one was for porn, some others for 'artistic nudes'. The first one that looked interesting was a shoot up in Manchester for a rock magazine.
Amy specifically avoided contacting her anonymous lover.
It had started six weeks ago. She had started getting texts from an unknown number. After some back and forth she'd learned that Anon was female. One thing led to another, flirting to sexting. After three weeks of filthy exchanges Amy had gone to meet her.
They had met twice now. Both times Amy had experienced some wonderful orgasms at the hands of the mystery woman.
Her last text had been a message just as the Doctor arrived, telling Anon that she was going to be out of contact for a while and would text her when she got back. For Amy and Rory that had been away only for a day and a half.
A couple of hours after they had settled in the living room the phone rang. Rory answered it and spent a few minutes talking. When he hung up he looked to his wife. "That was the hospital, they want me to go in and cover for Claudia, she called in sick."
"Okay. How long?"
"Six hour shift."
"Sure you're up to it?" Usually a trip with the Doctor took a few days to recover from.
"I'll be fine," Rory nodded.
There was an awkward moment where neither of them said anything.
"I'm going to, uh, go shower and, go."
"Help lots of people," Amy smiled.
Rory walked out of the room. Then he stepped back in. "Love you."
"Love you too."
He left again.
While Rory was out Amy took a long bath and read a book.
She relaxed and let everything that troubled her just float away fro a while.
When she got back down to the living room she noticed the little light on her phone was blinking, signifying she had a message. Instead of picking up the phone she sat and watched more tv.
She was feeling guilty. Being away again with the Doctor had seemed to make everything okay again. It was like being out there with that impossible man had taken them away from their problems. They'd even had sex together in their room on the TARDIS, the first time in months.
But now being home reality returned and so did the hurt.
So did the urge to make the hurt go away.
She finally relented and picked up the phone.
I thought you said you were going to text me when you got home.
How do you know I'm home? She replied.
Magic.
Amy smiled. This was ridiculous. How could someone she knew so little about make her happy with just one stupid word?
They spent the evening trading texted back and forth. Their conversation quickly, as always, turned to sex.
Amy was in the middle of masturbating when she heard Rory arrive home. She quickly pulled on her pajamas and sent off a quick text to Anon: Hubby home, night night xxx
When Rory came up she pretended to be asleep. Once she wa sure he'd drifted off she got up and went to the bathroom. Amy stripped off naked and sat on the toilet. She thought about Anon, wondered what she looked like. She closed her eyes, remembering their encounters.
Her right hand went down between her legs and she resumed masturbating, her middle finger diddling her clit as she fantasised. She imagined what might happen if she and Anon had another meeting. She imagined filthy, spectacular sex.
She bit down on a hand towel to muffle her moans as she brought herself to orgasm.
She had a glass of water, brushed her teeth and then redressed. She went back to bed and looked at Rory. She thought about waking him. She wanted to tell him she loved him so much and hated the way things were between them. But she knew now, she had learned. Love sometimes isn't enough.
"There's a shoot up in Manchester I think I'm going to do, on Monday," Amy said at breakfast. It was Friday and Rory had just explained to her that he'd agreed to work the whole weekend.
"Oh what kind of shoot?"
"Some rock magazine, I'll get to dress up all in black and look emo," she smiled.
"Think you'll have to stay the night?"
"Yeah I think so, they said they might want to do a few shots after dark."
"Okay," Rory nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "I'll see of the hospital will have me for a Monday night shift then."
Amy went shopping. She bought some basics; bread, milk, biscuits etc
She also went for some general retail therapy. She bought a new pair of shoes. Amy also went and bought new underwear. Nothing particularly fancy but some new items that made her feel cute and sexy.
When she got home she texted Anon. After a short exchange they arranged to meet up while she was in Manchester.
Amy spent the whole weekend anticipating. They texted each other, detailing the various sex acts they wanted to perform on each other. Amy was very aware that she had never been given the chance to make Anon come. She was determined that this time she would be able to give her an orgasm too.
Amy and Rory didn't really talk much over the weekend. Rory worked long shifts and was very tired when he got home. He seemed to be enjoying the work though. Amy caught up with a few friends for lunch on Saturday. It was hard to maintain friendships with a secret as massive as the Doctor in her life, it was tricky to excuse the often random disappearances.
Come Monday she packed her bad and she caught a train to Manchester. She read and listened to music the whole way.
The shoot itself was fun. She wore a raven black wig, black lipstick and a variety of dark dresses and corsets.
Afterwards she grabbed a bite to eat and spent some time wandering around the streets near the hotel. She returned at six o'clock and waited. She checked her phone almost constantly until she realised she was doing it and forced herself not to obsess. She showered.
She tried to watch some tv but it was all crap so she passed the time with one of her favourite activities: Masturbation.
At about eight o'clock, while she was reading and enjoying a glass of wine, her phone signaled her that she had a message.
Ready for some fun sexy?
She replied immediately: Yes
Remember the drill from last time?
Yes
After a minute Anon replied with just a room number.
As with their last meeting after she knocked on the door Anon texted her telling her to come right in and lock the door. Then Anon told her to get naked and put on the blindfold and she would be out soon.
Amy glaced over to the bathroom where she knew Anon was. Remember this time you're getting orgasms too.
I remember.
Amy undressed and sent Anon a final text telling her she was ready. Then she put the blindfold on and positioned herself on the bed.
Anon was a dirty rotten tease. Amy had learned this already so she wasn't surprised that she didn't come out right away.
When Anon entered Amy wished she could have seen her face, her reaction to Amy's display.
Amy was on her back, feet flat on the bed, legs open. She was fingering herself with the middle and index digits of her right hand. As she heard Anon approaching she gave an exaggerated moan.
"I'm ready for you lover." She kept going, knowing Anon was watching her every move. She tried to imagine her eyes on her. She imagined that she was some beautiful goddess, an angel of sex, and she was performing for that divine creature.
She felt Anon's eyes on her and she felt sexy.
After a couple of minutes she heard movement and felt the bed dip as Anon got on it beside her. Anon took her hand from her pussy and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking the fingers clean.
The worse, and best, thing about these sexy get-togethers was that Amy had no idea what was coming. Anon could do anything she wanted and Amy would never see it coming. So far everything had been perfect but Amy wanted to know. She wanted to see what was going to happen next. She wanted to see who her lover was.
Anon kissed her. Amy kissed her back. It was soft and lovely and there was tongue and Amy put her arms around the other woman. This was the first time she had touched her. It felt good.
The mystery woman quickly moved down, kissing her neck then her breasts. Anon switched back and forth between Amy's nipples, sucking harder each time then carried on down.
"This time is meant to be about making you come," Amy said. Anon, as always, said nothing. Instead she put her hand to the redhead's heat, going right for her clit. "Seriously. Seriously. This ...this is supposed to be...about..." Amy's protests were cut off as Anon replaced her hand with her mouth. It was a perfect, exquisitely talented mouth. Anon sucked and licked and touched, and it felt so very good and the pleasure was getting more and more intense.
Anon ate her out better than she had imagined possible.
Amy came.
Then they were kissing again, Anon pulling sharply on her nipples, hard enough to be oh so deliciously painful.
"Your turn," Amy said, her right hand following the curve of Anon's back to her hip and then round to her cunt. After a few seconds Anon moved, Amy kept her hand where it was, stroking up and down Anon's slit with her fingers.
While Amy couldn't see she followed Anon's lead. Her lover positioned herself with her knees either side of Amy's head, straddling her face. Amy's hands were on her hips. Amy was pretty sure Anon was holding onto the headboard of the bed.
"Yes, let me taste you, come here and let me have that pussy, I'm going to make you come so hard, so fucking hard."
Anon lowered herself to Amy's mouth.
Amy slowly mapped Anon's pussy with her tongue, exploring the new territory like an adventurer in older times. She traced around her labia several times then licked up between the wet lips. There was a muffled moan from Anon. Amy wondered why it was muffled but instead of dwelling on questions Anon wouldn't answer she focused. She wanted to be as good as Anon had been for her.
Anon rolled her hips, Amy lightly scratched up and down the backs of her thighs as she grew bolder, swiping further into Anon's intimacy then sucked on her clit. She flicked her tongue up and down against it.
The muffled moaning got louder, the back and forth motions of Anon's hips faster, more urgent.
Amy moved her right hand to Anon's ass, squeezing and massaging. She sucked harder scraping her clit between her teeth which made Anon moaning higher, louder, but still muffled. Amy resumed tonguing the sensitive nub and without thinking about it gave Anon a firm spank.
Anon made an even louder noise, and though she couldn't be sure Amy thought that Anon had just climaxed. She eased off her assault on Anon's clit and dipped her tongue into her entrance, where the flavour of her cunt was strongest and most delicious.
The mystery woman dismounted her face.
"I want more, I haven't have enough of you yet." She felt Anon shifting around. Then the knees were back at the side of her head, this time pressing against her shoulders. Anon had turned around. Amy shuffled further down the bed to give Anon a little more leg room.
She felt Anon's hands on her breasts. She reached up to cup Anon's boobs but Anon took her hand and instead directed it down, taking her hand and putting it between her own legs. Anon pinched and rolled Amy's nipple.
Amy touched herself again, she figured Anon must have enjoyed it last time to ask for a repeat performance. Anon's cunt came back down to her mouth and Amy immediately went to work again.
Anon pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it until Amy cried out against Anon's heat. Anon released it and her hand immediately went to the other breast.
Amy rapidly toyed with her own clit as she lapped at her mystery lover's pussy, hissing and gasping whenever Anon tweaked her nipples with particular harshness. Finally in response she latched onto Anon's clit and ignoring any risk of it being too intense sucked and sucked and sucked. She used her mouth, tongue and teeth with wanton abandon.
That muffled noise of orgasmic pleasure came again and just after it Anon took her by surprise again.
The slap was hard, a sharp sting that at the same time sent a jolt of pleasure sparking out through her body from her cunt.
"Fuck!" Amy groaned. Anon slapped her pussy again, then again. Anon quickly moved off of Amy. The redhead almost tore her blindfold free but remembered at the last moment Anon's promise that if she ever did it that they would never meet again. Breaking that rule would end their affair.
Anon roughly pushed her thighs apart and clapped her hand to her labia again, this time leaving it there and grinding her palm against her .
"Fucking hell that hurt," Amy panted, thrusting her hips keenly. "Do it again."
Anon smacked Pond's snatched three times in quick succession then brought her mouth back to it. She jabbed two fingers into Amy's slick entrance and fucked her furiously. Amy cried out constant encouragement.
There was no art of care to what Anon was doing. There was only the relentless pleasurable assault on Amy's cunt by the incredible mystery woman.
The anonymous object of Amy's lust added a third finger and after a third of a minute brought her to a loud, shuddering climax.
Amy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She had received a text.
After their meeting, exhausted and aching in places she never knew she could ache, Amy had returned to her room and crashed out on the bed.
She looked at her phone. It was on the pillow next to hers.
She smelled of sex and was still aching. Amy rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She rubbed her eyes.
Last night had been a fantasy. An escape. It had been as much of a departure from her real life as the trip with the Doctor had been.
Amy glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. Check-out was at noon.
She got out of bed. She didn't look at the phone. Amy showered. She turned the heat up as high as she could stand it. She washed herself.
After drying and dressing Amy got her stuff together and finally picked up the phone. Text me when you get home xxx was the message Anon had left her.
Amy smiled. She didn't feel the gnawing guilt anymore. She realised that this was what she needed. An escape. Some time where she felt good about herself, felt sexy and got to act out the kind of sexual fantasies she'd always wanted.
She decided that she would text Anon when she got home. She decided that she didn't want this fantasy to end any time soon.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Amy/?
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: This is the third in what's going to be a series of around five fics.
Content Warning: Explicit f/f Sex
Notes: Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run. It's not 100% vital you read the first twi parts to appreciate the third the gist of the the first two parts is mentioned in this one. First part is here. The second is here
The TARDIS landed. Amy didn't want to get out.
"Right Ponds, here we are safe and sound again," the Doctor dashed around the control console, flicking switches as he want then twiddled something that looked like it was made out of lego.
"So when should we expect you next? Amy asked.
"I thought you'd have learned by now, always expect mt. But I'd say maybe a week or so..." the Doctor waved his hands at her as if to swat away the question. Then he pretended to be busy thoughtfully fiddling about with a little dial.
"You said that last time and it was a month."
"A week, a month, same difference. Now chop chop, I've got a date to be getting to."
"With our daughter I hope," Rory said. Amy loked at him and had a little pang of love for him. He really was cute when he was being protective of their grown up little girl.
"Yes of course. It's out anniversary apparently. At least that's what she said, for her anyway."
The Doctor waffled on and neither Amy or Rory were really listening. They both were thinking about what it was going to be like at home. Together.
Things had not been too good between them. Arguments. Upsets. Huffs.
And Amy was having an affair with her anonymous admirer.
After more stalling and the Doctor launching off on a tangent about the one hundred year long anniversary party thrown by Emperor Zarblezerble for his beloved wife (the last decade was a display of hedonism famed throughout the universe) they bid him farewell.
The familiar rasp of the TARDIS' departure as the two of them waved signaled the end of another adventure with the Doctor and their return to real life.
Amy and Rory went inside.
It had become a bit of a ritual to have a catch up on what they'd missed when they came home. Rory put the telly on. Amy went and made tea. She handed a mug to Roray and then sat on the other end of the sofa.
"Six days this time," Rory said. He changed the channel to the news.
Amy grabbed her laptop and checked her emails. There were a few offers of modeling jobs. SHe dismissed the first few, one was for porn, some others for 'artistic nudes'. The first one that looked interesting was a shoot up in Manchester for a rock magazine.
Amy specifically avoided contacting her anonymous lover.
It had started six weeks ago. She had started getting texts from an unknown number. After some back and forth she'd learned that Anon was female. One thing led to another, flirting to sexting. After three weeks of filthy exchanges Amy had gone to meet her.
They had met twice now. Both times Amy had experienced some wonderful orgasms at the hands of the mystery woman.
Her last text had been a message just as the Doctor arrived, telling Anon that she was going to be out of contact for a while and would text her when she got back. For Amy and Rory that had been away only for a day and a half.
A couple of hours after they had settled in the living room the phone rang. Rory answered it and spent a few minutes talking. When he hung up he looked to his wife. "That was the hospital, they want me to go in and cover for Claudia, she called in sick."
"Okay. How long?"
"Six hour shift."
"Sure you're up to it?" Usually a trip with the Doctor took a few days to recover from.
"I'll be fine," Rory nodded.
There was an awkward moment where neither of them said anything.
"I'm going to, uh, go shower and, go."
"Help lots of people," Amy smiled.
Rory walked out of the room. Then he stepped back in. "Love you."
"Love you too."
He left again.
While Rory was out Amy took a long bath and read a book.
She relaxed and let everything that troubled her just float away fro a while.
When she got back down to the living room she noticed the little light on her phone was blinking, signifying she had a message. Instead of picking up the phone she sat and watched more tv.
She was feeling guilty. Being away again with the Doctor had seemed to make everything okay again. It was like being out there with that impossible man had taken them away from their problems. They'd even had sex together in their room on the TARDIS, the first time in months.
But now being home reality returned and so did the hurt.
So did the urge to make the hurt go away.
She finally relented and picked up the phone.
I thought you said you were going to text me when you got home.
How do you know I'm home? She replied.
Magic.
Amy smiled. This was ridiculous. How could someone she knew so little about make her happy with just one stupid word?
They spent the evening trading texted back and forth. Their conversation quickly, as always, turned to sex.
Amy was in the middle of masturbating when she heard Rory arrive home. She quickly pulled on her pajamas and sent off a quick text to Anon: Hubby home, night night xxx
When Rory came up she pretended to be asleep. Once she wa sure he'd drifted off she got up and went to the bathroom. Amy stripped off naked and sat on the toilet. She thought about Anon, wondered what she looked like. She closed her eyes, remembering their encounters.
Her right hand went down between her legs and she resumed masturbating, her middle finger diddling her clit as she fantasised. She imagined what might happen if she and Anon had another meeting. She imagined filthy, spectacular sex.
She bit down on a hand towel to muffle her moans as she brought herself to orgasm.
She had a glass of water, brushed her teeth and then redressed. She went back to bed and looked at Rory. She thought about waking him. She wanted to tell him she loved him so much and hated the way things were between them. But she knew now, she had learned. Love sometimes isn't enough.
"There's a shoot up in Manchester I think I'm going to do, on Monday," Amy said at breakfast. It was Friday and Rory had just explained to her that he'd agreed to work the whole weekend.
"Oh what kind of shoot?"
"Some rock magazine, I'll get to dress up all in black and look emo," she smiled.
"Think you'll have to stay the night?"
"Yeah I think so, they said they might want to do a few shots after dark."
"Okay," Rory nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "I'll see of the hospital will have me for a Monday night shift then."
Amy went shopping. She bought some basics; bread, milk, biscuits etc
She also went for some general retail therapy. She bought a new pair of shoes. Amy also went and bought new underwear. Nothing particularly fancy but some new items that made her feel cute and sexy.
When she got home she texted Anon. After a short exchange they arranged to meet up while she was in Manchester.
Amy spent the whole weekend anticipating. They texted each other, detailing the various sex acts they wanted to perform on each other. Amy was very aware that she had never been given the chance to make Anon come. She was determined that this time she would be able to give her an orgasm too.
Amy and Rory didn't really talk much over the weekend. Rory worked long shifts and was very tired when he got home. He seemed to be enjoying the work though. Amy caught up with a few friends for lunch on Saturday. It was hard to maintain friendships with a secret as massive as the Doctor in her life, it was tricky to excuse the often random disappearances.
Come Monday she packed her bad and she caught a train to Manchester. She read and listened to music the whole way.
The shoot itself was fun. She wore a raven black wig, black lipstick and a variety of dark dresses and corsets.
Afterwards she grabbed a bite to eat and spent some time wandering around the streets near the hotel. She returned at six o'clock and waited. She checked her phone almost constantly until she realised she was doing it and forced herself not to obsess. She showered.
She tried to watch some tv but it was all crap so she passed the time with one of her favourite activities: Masturbation.
At about eight o'clock, while she was reading and enjoying a glass of wine, her phone signaled her that she had a message.
Ready for some fun sexy?
She replied immediately: Yes
Remember the drill from last time?
Yes
After a minute Anon replied with just a room number.
As with their last meeting after she knocked on the door Anon texted her telling her to come right in and lock the door. Then Anon told her to get naked and put on the blindfold and she would be out soon.
Amy glaced over to the bathroom where she knew Anon was. Remember this time you're getting orgasms too.
I remember.
Amy undressed and sent Anon a final text telling her she was ready. Then she put the blindfold on and positioned herself on the bed.
Anon was a dirty rotten tease. Amy had learned this already so she wasn't surprised that she didn't come out right away.
When Anon entered Amy wished she could have seen her face, her reaction to Amy's display.
Amy was on her back, feet flat on the bed, legs open. She was fingering herself with the middle and index digits of her right hand. As she heard Anon approaching she gave an exaggerated moan.
"I'm ready for you lover." She kept going, knowing Anon was watching her every move. She tried to imagine her eyes on her. She imagined that she was some beautiful goddess, an angel of sex, and she was performing for that divine creature.
She felt Anon's eyes on her and she felt sexy.
After a couple of minutes she heard movement and felt the bed dip as Anon got on it beside her. Anon took her hand from her pussy and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking the fingers clean.
The worse, and best, thing about these sexy get-togethers was that Amy had no idea what was coming. Anon could do anything she wanted and Amy would never see it coming. So far everything had been perfect but Amy wanted to know. She wanted to see what was going to happen next. She wanted to see who her lover was.
Anon kissed her. Amy kissed her back. It was soft and lovely and there was tongue and Amy put her arms around the other woman. This was the first time she had touched her. It felt good.
The mystery woman quickly moved down, kissing her neck then her breasts. Anon switched back and forth between Amy's nipples, sucking harder each time then carried on down.
"This time is meant to be about making you come," Amy said. Anon, as always, said nothing. Instead she put her hand to the redhead's heat, going right for her clit. "Seriously. Seriously. This ...this is supposed to be...about..." Amy's protests were cut off as Anon replaced her hand with her mouth. It was a perfect, exquisitely talented mouth. Anon sucked and licked and touched, and it felt so very good and the pleasure was getting more and more intense.
Anon ate her out better than she had imagined possible.
Amy came.
Then they were kissing again, Anon pulling sharply on her nipples, hard enough to be oh so deliciously painful.
"Your turn," Amy said, her right hand following the curve of Anon's back to her hip and then round to her cunt. After a few seconds Anon moved, Amy kept her hand where it was, stroking up and down Anon's slit with her fingers.
While Amy couldn't see she followed Anon's lead. Her lover positioned herself with her knees either side of Amy's head, straddling her face. Amy's hands were on her hips. Amy was pretty sure Anon was holding onto the headboard of the bed.
"Yes, let me taste you, come here and let me have that pussy, I'm going to make you come so hard, so fucking hard."
Anon lowered herself to Amy's mouth.
Amy slowly mapped Anon's pussy with her tongue, exploring the new territory like an adventurer in older times. She traced around her labia several times then licked up between the wet lips. There was a muffled moan from Anon. Amy wondered why it was muffled but instead of dwelling on questions Anon wouldn't answer she focused. She wanted to be as good as Anon had been for her.
Anon rolled her hips, Amy lightly scratched up and down the backs of her thighs as she grew bolder, swiping further into Anon's intimacy then sucked on her clit. She flicked her tongue up and down against it.
The muffled moaning got louder, the back and forth motions of Anon's hips faster, more urgent.
Amy moved her right hand to Anon's ass, squeezing and massaging. She sucked harder scraping her clit between her teeth which made Anon moaning higher, louder, but still muffled. Amy resumed tonguing the sensitive nub and without thinking about it gave Anon a firm spank.
Anon made an even louder noise, and though she couldn't be sure Amy thought that Anon had just climaxed. She eased off her assault on Anon's clit and dipped her tongue into her entrance, where the flavour of her cunt was strongest and most delicious.
The mystery woman dismounted her face.
"I want more, I haven't have enough of you yet." She felt Anon shifting around. Then the knees were back at the side of her head, this time pressing against her shoulders. Anon had turned around. Amy shuffled further down the bed to give Anon a little more leg room.
She felt Anon's hands on her breasts. She reached up to cup Anon's boobs but Anon took her hand and instead directed it down, taking her hand and putting it between her own legs. Anon pinched and rolled Amy's nipple.
Amy touched herself again, she figured Anon must have enjoyed it last time to ask for a repeat performance. Anon's cunt came back down to her mouth and Amy immediately went to work again.
Anon pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it until Amy cried out against Anon's heat. Anon released it and her hand immediately went to the other breast.
Amy rapidly toyed with her own clit as she lapped at her mystery lover's pussy, hissing and gasping whenever Anon tweaked her nipples with particular harshness. Finally in response she latched onto Anon's clit and ignoring any risk of it being too intense sucked and sucked and sucked. She used her mouth, tongue and teeth with wanton abandon.
That muffled noise of orgasmic pleasure came again and just after it Anon took her by surprise again.
The slap was hard, a sharp sting that at the same time sent a jolt of pleasure sparking out through her body from her cunt.
"Fuck!" Amy groaned. Anon slapped her pussy again, then again. Anon quickly moved off of Amy. The redhead almost tore her blindfold free but remembered at the last moment Anon's promise that if she ever did it that they would never meet again. Breaking that rule would end their affair.
Anon roughly pushed her thighs apart and clapped her hand to her labia again, this time leaving it there and grinding her palm against her .
"Fucking hell that hurt," Amy panted, thrusting her hips keenly. "Do it again."
Anon smacked Pond's snatched three times in quick succession then brought her mouth back to it. She jabbed two fingers into Amy's slick entrance and fucked her furiously. Amy cried out constant encouragement.
There was no art of care to what Anon was doing. There was only the relentless pleasurable assault on Amy's cunt by the incredible mystery woman.
The anonymous object of Amy's lust added a third finger and after a third of a minute brought her to a loud, shuddering climax.
Amy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She had received a text.
After their meeting, exhausted and aching in places she never knew she could ache, Amy had returned to her room and crashed out on the bed.
She looked at her phone. It was on the pillow next to hers.
She smelled of sex and was still aching. Amy rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She rubbed her eyes.
Last night had been a fantasy. An escape. It had been as much of a departure from her real life as the trip with the Doctor had been.
Amy glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. Check-out was at noon.
She got out of bed. She didn't look at the phone. Amy showered. She turned the heat up as high as she could stand it. She washed herself.
After drying and dressing Amy got her stuff together and finally picked up the phone. Text me when you get home xxx was the message Anon had left her.
Amy smiled. She didn't feel the gnawing guilt anymore. She realised that this was what she needed. An escape. Some time where she felt good about herself, felt sexy and got to act out the kind of sexual fantasies she'd always wanted.
She decided that she would text Anon when she got home. She decided that she didn't want this fantasy to end any time soon.