I woke up horny this morning as hell after having a dream about my sister Persephone’s new boyfriend Jacob. Jacob isn’t my type in real life or in any life, to be honest. He is annoying as hell mainly because he is so perfect in my parents’ eyes, my father's in particular. After all, Jacob shows a lot of promise, and he is from a ‘good’ family. The way my father gushes about him you would think Jacob was from landed gentry. He isn’t, he’s a prick.

Persephone is my younger sibling, and she is a horrid little thing. There is nothing worse than having a sister who is a gymnast and plays the piano. She doesn’t do both at the same time but if she could, she would. If there was a section in the Guinness Book of World Records for being a gymnastic, piano-playing cunt, Persephone would aspire to be in it and would wear that medal with a smug and obnoxious pride.

Allegedly she is still a virgin. She is saving herself. Admirable. However, when someone uses their purity as some kind of weapon it does make you angry. At her age (twenty) I had been the drug-taking, sleeping around, getting drunk kind of rebel. I knuckled down though after a year in rehab and got a first in my degree and blah blah.

Anyway, back to Jacob, I don’t want to analyse my dream about him too much but in it, I dragged him away from Persephone at a family party and took him upstairs where I proceeded to push him into my old bedroom. There I got him on the bed and knelt over his face and fucked myself with my fingers before I gushed all over him and rubbed my pussy all over his face until he could barely breathe. Jacob was pushing my thighs hard to try and get me off him like he was fighting for his life and then I woke up.

I don’t know which bit of the dream made me horny because it was quite a primitive dream, and some could say a tad violent. I will tell my therapist Richard about it the next time I see him so he can nod and take notes and then wank over it when he gets home because I am sure he must do that.  He isn’t a sex therapist. He is a normal therapist, but he is so hot.

Sometimes I become distraught when I talk to him about all my deep-rooted psychological problems and then I start telling him about a random sexual encounter or a sexy dream, even if I haven’t had one, I make one up. I think it is a coping mechanism and to be fair to Richard doesn’t bat an eyelid, but I reckon he does wank over the tales I regale. Maybe sometimes he can’t wait until he gets home, and he has a wank in the office toilet or maybe in Starbucks, I know he likes frothy coffee, he told me.

Because of this dream about Jacob, I bring myself to orgasm eight times on the bounce. I time myself when I am having my private moments. I know that sounds weird, but I like an extremely competitive life. Competition is everywhere, isn’t it?  My final orgasm arrived after ten seconds, a personal best and I always know when I have had a good session because I get a tiny sweat on. The perspiration of satisfaction.

I take a shower but after about ten minutes I start feeling horny again and my mind starts wandering. I am not working today, and I am at a loose end because my fuck buddy Teddy is away on his honeymoon. I immediately stop all thoughts of Teddy because that will frustrate me even further. After all, when it comes to action in the bedroom Teddy is amazing. He is easily a nine out of ten.

The thing is, he isn’t especially great looking, my best friend Candice (who is also away on holiday) doesn’t understand what I see in him.

‘He’s an ugly fucker, Sophie, I bet you have to keep the light off when you’ve got him in bed,’ she said one day whilst we were both having our nails done.

‘Don’t be mean,’ I said as the Chinese girl doing my nails pretended, she was deaf. ‘He isn’t that bad. I think he looks a bit like Sylvester Stallone when he was in Rocky.’

‘He looks like someone has bashed the living daylights out of him in the boxing ring that is for sure. His nose is bent and it’s big as well. A big bent nose.’ She starts laughing to herself, but suddenly I felt protective over Teddy, he might be facially challenged but he is a nice guy and a good fuck.

‘Yes, well, big noses are very good for your clit so don’t knock them and at least he makes me come easily, you said it takes ages for Paul to make you come so shut your face.’

It was all in good jest of course but Candice can be a bit judgemental, however, she is fun to be around and if she hadn’t decided to take off on a luxury cruise we would probably have a spa day planned with lots of treatments and then I wouldn’t be struggling with this wandering mind of mine because when that happens it will lead me up a path of mischief and that is what is happening right now as I rub myself down with a towel, Andrew pops into my head.

Funnily enough, I met Andrew in Starbucks so can you see how my train of thought works? Richard the therapist wanking in a toilet in Starbucks to my liaison with Andrew. I met him a couple of months ago and he joined me as I was sipping my coffee and watching the world go by. To be fair to him the place was packed and the seat across from me was the only one available, so it wasn’t a bullshit chat-up line when he asked me if the seat was taken.

It's silly isn’t it when people ask you that when quite clearly nobody is sitting there. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I said, ‘Yes the seat is taken, my imaginary friend Alice is sitting there.’

I resisted the urge to come out with that nugget of madness and instead shook my head and smiled, ‘Feel free..’

Although Andrew wasn’t strictly my type, he was nice in a kind of stupid way. He was quite basic in terms of his vocabulary and was a bit on the heavy side but that day I was feeling a bit fed up with clever cunts and seeing as I am a DCI I meet plenty of those, or at least they think they are intelligent. I guess my arrogance was taking a day off when I was talking to Andrew. It happens. Occasionally.

Andrew told me he worked in retail. That could mean anything. As it happened, he worked on the shop floor at River Island. That isn’t a shop I frequent so I felt myself relax because after a while I started to warm to Andrew and he made me laugh, plus he had nice blue eyes, and he told me that he thought I looked interesting, so I asked him out on a date.

The date went well, and we ended up in bed. He wasn’t quite up to Teddy's standards but after several liaisons, his performance improved significantly and we had progressed to sharing sexual fantasies we had one in common and I decided that today was going to be the day that we were going to carry it out, whether Andrew likes it or not. I am only joking, of course, he is going to like it, he will love it unless he was just making the whole thing up to appear hornier than he really is and if that is the case then I am going to call his bluff.

I rummage through my bedside drawer and pull out a pair of fishnet stockings. I check them to make sure they don’t have any holes in them before searching around for a suspender belt.  I decide to wear a pair of red crotchless knickers with a black ribbon on the front. I negotiate my breasts into place in my red lacy bra to create a nice cleavage before deciding on what outfit I am going to wear.

I plump for a black pencil skirt and a black cotton blouse. I leave a few buttons undone so my cleavage is visible and then put on a red patent leather belt to break up all the black. I like red and black; I always think it is a bit slutty which is why I am finishing the outfit off with red, patent leather platform heels that have a dominatrix feel to them.

I carefully apply my make-up before slapping on some red lipstick but then I decide that is a bit too much, so I wipe it off and put on some lip gloss instead. I decide to leave my hair curly. Normally I would straighten it, but I am going for that wanton, abandoned look. This is going to be a frivolous sexual adventure after all, so I want to create an element of excitement.

I enter the shopping centre, where the twinkling lights reflect upon the shiny tiled floor, which looks like an accident waiting to happen. I totter across them. I am never the world's best when wearing massive high heels and think that maybe I should have gone for a mini skirt and thigh-high boots but then I would stick out like a sore thumb so I negotiate these heels the best that I can. Luckily it is first thing in the morning, so the shopping centre is dead.

I have planned it this way of course. If I had chosen mid-morning, then the place would be teeming with people, and I don’t like crowds. I don’t like shopping; I have never understood retail therapy. I would prefer to have hot candle wax poured onto my clit, to be honest. That is quite an appealing thought, I like a bit of pain. I have only ever had hot wax poured on my nipples and the guy peeled it off once it had set and kept the mould of my nipples on his mantlepiece like some horny trophy for the whole six months I spent fucking him. For all I know they might still be sat there, weird thought but he thought he was being artistic at the time.

I finally reach River Island and walking in I spot Andrew straight away; he is in the men’s department neatly folding up a pile of jumpers no doubt trying to make himself look busy or maybe he likes doing that sort of stuff. I haven’t seen him for a couple of months and to be fair, he doesn’t look too bad, he’s grown a beard which makes him look a bit rugged. I am hoping he is rough and ready as I slowly walk over because tottering in these heels will ruin my femme fatale look.

I was hoping to sneak up behind Andrew and tap him on the shoulder, but he looks up and sees me before I have the chance. He looks momentarily surprised but then he smiles like he is very pleased to see me, and I smile back. His welcoming reception spurs me on, and I walk over and casually stroke a fair isle sweater like I have the intention of buying it.

‘Long time no see,’ I say which is a bit audacious of me seeing as I dropped him and stopped answering his calls and texts.

‘I’m good thanks,’ Andrew replies and there isn’t any hint of frostiness which is encouraging. All my plans would have gone to shit if he had started going on about how I have ignored him. However, like I said before, Andrew is easygoing.

‘You look gorgeous as usual, are you going anywhere nice, you look very dressed up.’

‘I like to make an effort on my day off, I wear trouser suits at work, so it is nice for me to unleash my feminine side.’

‘Right,’ Andrew nods and then there is a brief awkward silence on his part before he clicks his brain into gear. ‘I wouldn’t have thought you would have shopped in a place like this.’

‘I am not here to shop for clothes.’ I raise my eyebrows suggestively, ‘I have been thinking about that little fantasy we once shared, and I am feeling horny, so I think today is as good a day as any to carry it out.’ I smile at him and adjust my blouse, so my cleavage plumps up a little more.

Andrew frowns, no doubt scrolling through the Rolodex of fantasies we shared in his mind before he hits on the correct one.

He looks at me as if I have taken leave of my senses, ‘You’re joking right?’

‘I'm deadly serious,’ I reply. I look around the shop, ‘It’s quiet at the moment. We may as well strike while my pussy is hot.’

I look down at Andrew's crotch and I can see that despite his reticence, his rod is ready for action.

 He leans into me, ‘You’re too horny for words,’ he whispers, his warm breath circling my ear causing the hairs on my neck to tingle along with my pussy.

‘Who said anything about words? I don't think there's any more need to talk, do you?’

I walk off and head for the women’s section and pick up a short black dress off one rail and then a flimsy cream-coloured blouse off another before making my way to the changing rooms that are luckily still unmanned.

The changing rooms are all empty, so I slip in the one at the end and pull the curtain behind me before hanging the two useless garments I have picked up on the silver peg. I look in the mirror, fluff up my hair, pout at my reflection and wait for Andrew.

I wait. And wait and just when I think Andrew has lost his nerve the curtain is pulled back and Andrew steps in.  His six-foot-four height and broad frame ensures that the changing room is cramped, and it all feels deliciously naughty.

He pulls me to him and kisses me and I had forgotten how remarkably good at kissing he is and it leaves me breathless with the anticipation of him fucking me. He kneels and pushes my skirt up; his hands caress my suspender-clad thighs, and I hear him give a little chuckle as he realises, I am wearing crotchless knickers. He buries his face in them and licks my clit which in different surroundings and a more relaxed setting I would have let him do easily for ten minutes until I came but time is of the essence, and this is no time for that kind of indulgence.

I pull the back of his shirt to motion to him that he needs to stop doing that and we need to move on because the last thing I want is for us to be interrupted mid fuck by the shop's Tannoy system asking where Andrew from the men’s department is.  I am in the mood for a rapid hard fuck. I aim to make Andrew come as quickly as possible.

I turn around, which is no mean feat in such a confined space and bend over.  I hear Andrew unzip his pants and the tip of his cock presses against my hole before he strokes it up to my clit and back down again.

Suddenly, Andrew pushes his cock inside me, and it takes all my self-control not to make a noise as I can feel him fill me with his length. Gripping my arse, Andrew pulls me onto him. Faster and faster, he guides my hips into the rhythm that he wants to fuck me in. He grabs my hair which is a pleasant surprise and causes me to gush all over his cock, my juices drip onto the changing room floor and surely, they are soaking Andrew’s thighs through but the mess I have made on him is his worry, not mine because this is bliss.

 He leans forward and whispers in my ear.   ‘I can't make a mess in here, and I don't want to shoot over your clothes.’

‘Shoot up my cunt then,’ I say through gritted teeth because I can feel an orgasm building and his chat is putting me off.

‘Fuck,’ Andrew groans, my words are enough to tip him over the edge.  The pace of his fucking up several gears. His balls bang against my pussy as his cock pushes my insides to the absolute limit. I hear him stifle a moan as his hot spunk shoots inside me, and I feel my pussy filling with Andrew's cream.

He gathers his composure quickly and slowly pulls himself out of me. Kneeling, he pushes his face in between my legs. Andrew's mouth cups my pussy and sucks his cum and my juices from inside me, licking both inside and around the edge of my lips. Then I feel the tip of his tongue as he slips it beneath the hood that houses the nub of my pussy. The situation is so erotic and horny that I feel myself shudder as an orgasm reaches its crescendo before the waves of pleasure pulsate through my body. Usually, I would have screamed out but, under these circumstances, I can’t so I bite my forearm which will no doubt leave me with a bruise but what a wonderful reminder that will be.

Once Andrew is sure that he's cleaned me up thoroughly, he stands and pulls up his trousers, zipping himself up. He grins and kisses me as I pull down my skirt and adjust my blouse.

‘That was fucking ace, I will get a hard-on now every time I look at this changing room.’

‘I bet you will.’  

‘I must go, ‘Andrew murmurs before kissing me. ‘You will call me soon, won’t you?’

I nod and give him a broad smile, knowing full well I won’t.

He pops his head out of the changing room curtain checking that the coast is clear and judging by the way he quickly disappears it must be. I pick up my handbag and pull out a packet of tissues and wipe my pussy dry and then decide to take off my knickers because they are soaking and that will make me feel uncomfortable during my journey home.

I am just going to leave the changing room and then I remember the two outfits and I grab them before opening the curtain. I step out into the changing and there at the end is an assistant.  Quite clearly providence was on my and Andrew's side.

I walk up and hand her the garments and she takes them from me and places them on the rail. ‘We have some reduced items, I have just put the rail out if you want to take a look, there might be something there you fancy if you haven’t yet found what you wanted.’

She smiles at me, and I smile back, ‘No, it’s ok, I have all I need for today.’

She looks perplexed at my comment, but I don’t hang around, I quickly walk out of the shop with tunnel vision, and I don’t look left to the men’s department either in case I catch Andrew’s eye, by the time I step out he will just be a sexual memory and no, I won’t be ringing him again. Fantasy accomplished.