Footpath
12-21-2004, 8:43 AM
This is about an obsession that developed back in high school. On my way to work, I often stopped to offer a ride to school to an attractive girl living along my route. Before leaving for work, I tucked my bagged lunch in my folded light jacket placed carefully on the front passenger seat where I thought she would sit. As she sat on my lunch, I could see a small portion of it protruding out from under her. As she squirmed and settled in the seat, she turned and smiled warmly at me. I knew she felt the soft lump under her. She sensed I was a little nervous (and very turned-on), as she sat with much of her pretty legs exposed. After she left, I closely inspected my now squashed lunch, feeling the residual warmth from her body. With a heart-pounding rush, my imagination ran wild with the fantasy...the wishful feeling of me being that once plump sandwich. The impressive pattern left by her beautiful ass really excited me.
Later, as our relationship developed, I felt a little ashamed with the deception. I shyly confided with her my dark secret. She said my antics were kinky but interesting and perhaps adventurous.
The fantasy evolved slowly into reality (is it not really the same) when she became nervously willing and later surprisingly eager to sit, (fully clothed) on me. We talked for hours as we slowly and carefully progressed experimentally through various positions, discovering which were most comfortable and pleasurable for both of us. First she sat on my abdomen, then my chest and later my head (face). I was in heaven...I was now the sandwich! I can still savor the ecstasy as I experienced the soft warmth, pressure and total darkness in those precious moments. Of course, conversation became difficult (one-way) when she was on my face, but it was well worth it...for both of us! It was a very active and mutually satisfying relationship.
Now, years later, I still find it difficult to talk openly about this matter but this obsession has still continued to drive me wild. I find it difficult to look at an attractive woman (especially wearing a short skirt) without imagining her sitting on me.
My current full-figured lover is not a prude, but I am searching for a way to introduce this erotic experience to her without jeopardizing our otherwise mutually satisfying relationship. Hardly a day passes without me hungering for my lover's body seated firmly on top of me, especially my face.
Any thoughts or ideas?
:o
Later, as our relationship developed, I felt a little ashamed with the deception. I shyly confided with her my dark secret. She said my antics were kinky but interesting and perhaps adventurous.
The fantasy evolved slowly into reality (is it not really the same) when she became nervously willing and later surprisingly eager to sit, (fully clothed) on me. We talked for hours as we slowly and carefully progressed experimentally through various positions, discovering which were most comfortable and pleasurable for both of us. First she sat on my abdomen, then my chest and later my head (face). I was in heaven...I was now the sandwich! I can still savor the ecstasy as I experienced the soft warmth, pressure and total darkness in those precious moments. Of course, conversation became difficult (one-way) when she was on my face, but it was well worth it...for both of us! It was a very active and mutually satisfying relationship.
Now, years later, I still find it difficult to talk openly about this matter but this obsession has still continued to drive me wild. I find it difficult to look at an attractive woman (especially wearing a short skirt) without imagining her sitting on me.
My current full-figured lover is not a prude, but I am searching for a way to introduce this erotic experience to her without jeopardizing our otherwise mutually satisfying relationship. Hardly a day passes without me hungering for my lover's body seated firmly on top of me, especially my face.
Any thoughts or ideas?
:o