"It needs a 'Slippery When Wet' sign here," George remarked as he watched the woman pick herself up from the pavement.

"We could all use one of those," Megan thought to herself.

The conditions were apparently caused by the combination of moss and light rain, but Megan was more concerned about the effects of her fall than the science behind it.

George helped Megan to her feet, wanting to ensure she was okay, but his dog, Bacon, was more focused on the drama and rubber-necking, as he always was.

"I'm Megan, by the way," Megan said, explaining that she didn't want her saviour to remember her as 'slippery when wet woman.' George didn’t know how to respond to what he had just heard, and Megan noticed his face turning pink, which happened occasionally.

"I'm George, and this is Bacon," he managed to say, momentarily overcoming his shyness.

"It's just as well I'm not named after my favorite snack, or my friends would get arrested just for trying to get my attention on the street!" Megan replied, feeling energised by the challenge of George's apparent nervousness.

George had no answer to what he had heard, and Megan saw him looking flushed once more.

George hid his lack of confidence behind a cloak of creativity. His written fantasies allowed the world to see what he was really like. Megan's cheeky banter reminded him of how different reality was from the places his imagination escaped to, but he had grown used to the contradiction and had come to accept it.

Megan said she felt a little shaken after her fall and asked George to stay with her while she called her employer to say she'd had a mishap and wouldn't be able to come to work that day. After the call, Megan kept her phone in her hand, asking George to put his number into it.

"I'm going to pretend I want you to have my number because you're a gentleman and will want to make sure I'm OK at home and all alone with a day off, but really, I'm a raging nymphomaniac who just wants to bring a quiet man out of his shell," Megan said, remembering only those chosen found out the truth behind her words made to sound like playfulness.

George decided Megan's inexplicable flirting needed him to break cover honestly. He found himself explaining about the escapist erotic stories he wrote and how they kept him busy during the day once he and Bacon had returned home from their walk.

"Sorry, Bacon, but we're taking you home, and your daddy will see you later!" Megan said as the news about how George occupied himself excited her to a level she had to be on top form to hide.

"Slippery when wet," Megan whispered as she marched George to his flat to drop off Bacon.

Though excited by how the day was going, George felt Megan needed to know his limitations. He realised she had been excited to learn about his hobby but felt it was fair to her to be as honest as he always tried to be.

"I write my stories to help make whoever reads them feel good if I can. I'm not a professional by any means, but I'm far more likely to be useful in that regard than attempting to excite with reality," George said with a smile.

"When it comes to reality, I'm far better at delivering the desired effect myself than a so-called expert anyway, and I'm more turned on by someone trying to be the best they can than someone showing me how good they think they are to boost their own ego. Sometimes, what you need doesn't follow the natural logic, not for me," Megan confessed.

"So what is it then? What is that dark story in your mind? The one you know will never be a reality but is compelling, and you'd love to hear someone talk about it? If you tell me, and it's a scenario I feel able to make something up around, then maybe this is the moment to explore," George said with a smile.

Megan knew instantly what George meant and told him the details he needed. As she spoke, Megan realised she had opened up a part of what was in her mind to someone for the first time, but it felt liberating rather than frightening.

"I'll see what I can do with it; your mind has some wonderful powers," George said as he read the notes he had taken while Megan had been speaking to him about her fantasy.

Even though Megan was impatient and horny, she was a realist. She assumed it would take time for George to craft something around the chaos of her fantasy, but she felt confident it would be worth the wait. George, meanwhile, was already piecing everything together in his mind and writing bullet points to make sure he stayed on track once he had begun reading.

"I'm thinking of 'slippery when wet' again, George, and it's got nothing to do with taking a tumble this morning, I can tell you," Megan said with a giggle as she fought the urge to slip her fingers into her body and put a little show on for her guest.

***

When George told Megan he had finished preparing a story and felt he could work with what he'd done, Megan cheered loudly and cuddled up to George as he began:

"Megan's jaw dropped. She had come to listen to her fantasy being brought to life in a story, but reality had just made an appearance. The four men and two women who had entered the room all smiled at her. The numbers were right; they were in the correct ratio, and they were the characters from her fantasy who were now real and in front of her eyes. Megan looked at George. How had he...? Were they going to...? How amazing was this? Megan's mind was already racing as six pairs of hands began to stroke her body, and six pairs of lips began to kiss their own designated part of it."

George described the touches that fell on Megan's breasts, arms, legs, torso, belly, and between her legs. He detailed the kisses that followed and fell on the same areas too.

"Oh, what a lovely start. Do go on, George," Megan whispered.

"The touch and kisses fell with increasing intensity on Megan's body, and she whimpered, sighed, and gasped with a smile. It was an erotic play acted out on her skin, and her head began to spin to the intensity of it. Her entire body was being pleasured as she tried to decide how to manage her arousal, but the kisses were now wild, and the touch deep and firm. Megan realised she could only submit to the erotic energy and let whatever would happen come to pass.

"Megan could feel lips sucking her wet excitement, kisses tugging at her nipples, and sweet lips on hers as she purred and moaned with the pulsating cocks of four aroused men beating on her body. Her skin felt the pleasure of erotic flow on it as the pair of women pleasured each other over her. She tossed her head wildly, thinking of what was in store, and watched the cocks that were hers being stroked to the edge for her next treat," George continued.

"I'm feeling my dream," Megan confirmed with laughter.

George allowed Megan a moment to dwell on all of the pleasures she could visualise in her mind. Megan found this perfect in its timing and consideration. She giggled mischievously as her touch thrust into her wetness, and her mind was dragged willingly astray once more.

"Megan had fingers inside her body and on her breasts, her skin was being caressed elsewhere, and she could hear the breath of four men caught as they began to twitch and groan above her. With two men standing stroking themselves on either side of her body, Megan felt a sweet woman's pulsating wetness begin to lower onto her face whilst the other woman pushed her lips and tongue inside Megan's body and plunged deeply. One begged to be sucked, and she was, as her partner in pleasure feasted purposefully on the folds and clit she sucked on," George read out.

Megan was tossing her head with arousal as she listened, and she gasped and moaned, reaching out her hand, almost begging. "Be those men for me, George. Help me to feel my fantasy come true," Megan cried out.

As George got out his cock, he continued to read as Megan grabbed it and pulled wildly.

"Megan's body was on fire, as it went into spasm, and she sucked and was sucked to cries of ecstasy. She felt the clit between her lips ready to ignite, her own clinging on by a thread, as she heard groans from the men waiting to bathe her in their flow. Megan panted, squealed, and gasped. Her heart thumped, and her brow glistened with perspiration. Her mouth was dry and her thoughts disordered, and she was lost in a sea of arousal," George continued.

"Now, George, now!" Megan screamed as her body caved into climax, and she lost control of her limbs and her mind. Megan convulsed with a second scream that became louder as she heard George describe four cocks exploding and felt his own spilling its flow as he described all three women present in the scene reaching climax together.

George had brought so much to Megan's experience with his words, but the extra treat of his flow on her skin was mind-blowing. Megan roared her approval as she felt George coating her body and heard the shared climax in the story explained. She felt every climax in the six fictional characters and of those who enjoyed them in reality. She had hoped something could make a special finale even better, and it had done. Megan was going to ride her delicious wave for as long as she could.

George now had his body pressed tightly against Megan, so she could feel a closeness as she savoured the phases of her climax. She hadn't asked for this, but George had decided she might want it, and he'd made the right call beautifully. Feeling George sharing her joy physically felt so fitting to Megan, his part in the pleasure having been instrumental in making it what it had turned into.

Megan's body continued to delight in the sensations being brought to it, and George remained focused on his part in the beautiful scene. Megan welcomed each new moment of pleasure with soft sounds. They weren't words, but they expressed everything she felt.

Although he only held her, George was still fuelling Megan's climax by his presence alone. He had judged what Megan sought was attainable and ensured it had been delivered uniquely. In Megan's eyes, his methods had been truly special, and she hoped others would be as fortunate as she had been in taking a punt on what he had to offer.

George felt it was Megan's call to say when and how the experience should end, and her lack of comment or action to suggest it meant he continued with the tight embrace, together with gentle kisses on her lips. It was a descent from the heights Megan felt had done justice to what had gone before.

"Thank you for the story and the added input, George. Remember, your number's in my phone now, so I'll no doubt be pestering you again soon," Megan said with a smile when she finally spoke.

"Thank you for being you, Megan," George replied.

As George prepared to leave, Megan asked him to apologise to Bacon on her behalf for keeping his master away from him.

"He's very fond of the ladies, so he’ll understand. And remember, wherever you are, it's slippery when wet," George reminded Megan as he said goodbye to her and walked home with a smile.