Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

[ddey333]

I slid my hand over her coarse denim jeans until my hand was right between her legs, the top of my fingers grazing the zipper of jeans. Despite all that, I could still feel the warmth from between her legs. Aish held her breath and waited for me to continue. She remained still on the couch, with her legs in my laps and my hand between her thighs. Things had escalated quickly.

I decided to go for it and laid my hand flat against her groin. Aishwarya inhaled sharply at my touch. I took her reaction as a green light and leaned in a kissed her on the lips. Her perfume filled my nostrils again but this time I could also smell champagne on her breath. This was probably not a good idea. But neither of us cared. Her lips were wet and soft and her tongue...

I moved my hand from between her legs and slid it up her shirt. I laid a hand on her bra and pulled it above her breasts and savored the bare skin beneath my hand and the nipple between my fingers. My hands were all over her. I was so preoccupied I barely noticed the fact she was basically just lying still and not moving much.

"I want you Aish. I want you so badly," I whispered into her ear.

I reluctantly tore my hand away from her tits and moved it back down to her jeans. I undid the top button and her zipper to reveal her white panties beneath. Without thinking, I slipped my hand into her panties and ran my fingers through her pubic hair. Aish moaned slightly as I touched her most intimate area. All the while, I was still kissing her when she suddenly pulled away and said,

"I don't think I can do this."

I was barely listening. There was no romance in this moment. I just desperately needed her and assumed she felt the same way. It was like an illusion dream. I moved my hand further down and felt her tight hot opening at the tip of my fingers.

"Jack," she said meekly.

I pulled my hand away momentarily before taking her jeans and panties in my hand and roughly yanking at them, bringing them down halfway down her thighs. I was about to undo my own jeans when suddenly Aish sat up and brought her hand to my face.

"Stop," she said with authority.

"What's wrong?" I asked frustrated.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this."

"Do what?"

"This. We've just met. We don't know each other."

"You invited me up remember?" I said in a slightly more aggressive tone than I intended.

"I know. It's just, I don't know what I was thinking," she stammered. "I think you should leave."

I looked at her pleading eyes. We were both sitting up on the couch, our faces inches away from each other. Her jeans were still pulled down to her knees. I placed both hands on them causing her to shut her eyes and say,

"Jack, please."

Ignoring the alcohol fuelled impulses in my head, I gently pulled them up her legs and covered up her nakedness. I even zipped her up and buttoned her jeans before looking her in the eyes. She smiled weakly at me before saying,

"I'm sorry I lead you on. I don't know what I was thinking. But I think you should leave," she said.

I looked at her again and suddenly realized again who this was; Aishwarya Rai. In my drunken lust, I had almost forgotten this fact. The champagne had given me a boldness that surprised even me. I nodded and stood up. I realized now the extent of my drunkenness as I tried not to fall over. Aish fixed her blouse and her bra before standing up as well. Like me, there was also a wobble to her. Despite everything, I leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek.
I smiled at her and stumbled towards the door. From the time her food arrived till now, I don't recall much. Only the bitter disappointment at how it all ended. It seemed like only one second before that I giving her one last look and the next I was collapsing on my bed in my hotel room next door. This whole thing may not have worked out as I might've liked, but at least I got to kiss and grope Aishwarya Rai. Not many people can say that. It was cold comfort though. But in the end, it was unrealistic to expect something to happen given I've only known her for about 24 hours and we've talked for an accumulated total of two and a half hours at best. It usually takes me two months just to pluck up the courage to speak to a girl. Taking two hours to get to second base is personal growth. But no matter what kind of spin I put on it, it still didn't make me feel any better.