If you read this item then you can completely forget the word ‘fantasy’ because this is a perfectly true story about Kay and myself. Our relationship commenced when I came to Wales for a summer holiday, staying with a couple that I had met via a joint interest in amateur radio. They were a nice couple, mid-twenties, she quite attractive and with a slender but stunning figure and yes, I fancied her from the minute that I saw her. He was an affable person on the radio and also in person toward myself, but very surly and curt toward his wife whom he seemed to treat like a piece of dirt most of the time. It was on my third day in their home that Don was working a day shift and Kay asked would I like her to show me the walk that she loved to take on the nearby sand hills. It was a lovely warm summer day and off we went. We chatted about things in general for a while and then Kay, in a very girlish mood, decided to slide down into one of the sand dunes. Needless to say, the act of sliding down the dune caused her light summer skirt to ride up to her waist, revealing the tiniest little pair of white briefs that I had ever seen, but the amazing part was the fact that she failed to make any effort to cover herself, just lying there looking back up the dune at me. To be perfectly honest I have to say that I was taken aback, not knowing what to do next, it was one of those situations in which you could drop a real clanger if you made the wrong move, and so I slowly strolled down the dune and lay down beside her without even touching her. That was when Kay turned her head toward me, a with a very serious expression on her face she quietly said, “Why don’t you take my knickers off.” That was exactly the invitation that I needed, then reached down to find that she was absolutely soaking wet. “Tell me what you are going to do to me,” she whispered. I didn’t answer, merely eased myself between her wide-open legs, quickly released my belt and pushed down my trousers and took hold of a very stiff erection with the intention of immediately slipping it right inside her. Kay put her hand between us to stop me, “No,” she said, “First tell me what you are going to do to me.” I’m afraid that it was with a rather hoarse voice that I muttered that I was going to make love to her. “No,” she said, “I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me.” A few minutes later, after she had pulled her knickers back on, she said, “I knew from the first time that you looked at me that you wanted me and I felt the same about you. That was why I was determined that today I was going to have you.” It was so weird, nothing more was said, we slowly strolled back to her home, her husband arrived home from work, we chatted and watched television and then I said that I would go to bed. No sooner was I in bed than the bedroom door quietly opened, a hand reached in to throw a pair of tiny white knickers onto my face. They were very damp and from the scent I could only guess that she had just taken them off. Next morning I heard her husband leave for his six am to two pm shift and almost without waiting for the sound of his car to fade she entered my bedroom, stark naked, and climbed into bed beside me. “For God’s sake,” I said, “What if he comes back.” “He won’t” she replied as she threw down the bedclothes. I reached between her legs, wondering at the time if she was permanently in this soaking wet down there, but when I tried to climb on top of her she said, “No, I can’t wait, I need to do it first.” And with that she reached between her legs with both hands and furiously masturbated herself until she climaxed. No moaning, no crying out as she came, just a violent shudder or two, then to lie perfectly still and quietly saying, “That was good, now you can do whatever you want to me.” I did. It was a fantastic holiday that sadly all too soon came to an end. However, there is a sequel to this perfectly true story (only the names are changed) and I hope to type it and post it on this site either later today or during tomorrow, so look out for Kay & Brian Part 2.