Intro: My platonic girlfriend fantasizes about being the pornstar that I masturbate incessantly over. I’ve started telling stories about how I met and fucked the pornstar:

I'd been to my friend Chris’s house several times before, but he’s always driven me from LAX. I decided to drive this time because my new home in Phoenix was only few hours drive from LA. I enjoy road trips, and the freedom of having a car full of gifts, & stuff that I would probably never use, clinched the decision. Of course, I hadn't banked on the Universe and my inner angel/demon creating a series of decisions and incidents that led me to arriving in the right neighborhood at dusk without the street address, or a working phone, or a memory of Chris's phone number (aaarrrgghhh!).

So I drove around half­-remembered streets until I saw a familiar ranch house with the Mercedes SUV in the driveway. I parked on the street outside, 100% sure this was the right place. Light was filtering out through the window coverings, so I pressed the doorbell. I tried a couple of times but didn't hear anything, so I knocked and then banged on the door - no response. I stepped back from the house and saw there was a bluish light coming from the back, so I figured Chris was probably relaxing with a glass of cider or some form of THC product.

I knew I was expected so I didn't hesitate to let myself through the side gate into the back yard, expecting to be faced by knee-high grass, weeds, and wild-flowers. I stepped round the corner of the house into a fantasy of rocks and waterfalls and pools. I should have immediately realized it was the wrong house, but I was dog-tired because returning to the Flying-J gas station in Ehrenburg, AZ to find my phone (it was smashed beyond repair) had added another 3 hours to my already long drive.

At first, I didn’t notice you In the spa pool, but you'd obviously heard me enter your yard because you turned towards me. You were amazingly calm for someone encountering an unexpected stranger, but I was so shocked that you weren't my friend. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry miss. I thought this was my friend's house". I started babbling about exhaustion, long road trips, broken phones and lost addresses. As I starting backing towards the gate, you tilted your head and smiled the most dazzling smile and said, "Wait a minute, don't run off. You're obviously tired, and you seem to have had an interesting day." My relief that you weren't screaming or threatening a call to 911 let me relax enough to notice that you are an incredibly hot girl wearing a tiny bikini barely covering your beautiful big breasts, that you wore a heavily jeweled necklace and earrings, that you were holding a huge dildo in your hands. , and a hookah was standing next to the pool. My emotions went from fear of retribution to burning desire in an instant. As I approached, you ducked under the water, then surfaced and threw your head back, sending a spray of water that splattered the front of my shirt, and caused your titties to bounce and jiggle. "Oh look, you're all wet. You may as well join me." "I don't have a swimsuit." I quipped. "Mmm. Let's see..." you said, as you reached behind, unclipped your top, and threw it at me. Your wet cups hit me square in the face, and I screwed the fabric up and put it in my pants pocket, ''I'm keeping that". "I'll decide later if you get the rest," you said, slipping your free hand into the front of your panties, "now get in here with me." I hurriedly stripped off my tee and realized, as I unzipped my pants, that my erect cock was protruding from my thong. I glanced up to see you staring at my groin while you were clearly rubbing your pussy. "Interesting," you breathed, "not many guys wear skimpy underwear". "I hate scrunched up boxers on a long drive" I said, as I proceeded to remove them. "Stop!" You commanded, ''I'll remove them later." "Should I shower?" I ask, "It's been a long drive." "Get the fuck in here and rub my feet, I need some TLC." I love beautiful, small feet. I lower myself into the pool opposite you, trying not to seem too eager. The water is warm enough and not overladen with chemicals. You float your feet off the bottom in front of my face and I start to rub them. I notice with delight that your feet are soft and your nails beautifully trimmed and painted. I can't resist your beautiful toes, and start kissing and licking them. Your eyes are closed and your tongue imitates my licking, so I proceed to suck them one by one into my mouth, then take five of them at once, inserting my tongue between them. Your other foot is massaging my cock, and two toes grip the shaft near the head, like fingers, and I feel myself losing control. "Please, stop," I plead, "I want to please you first, and you'II make me cum if you continue doing that. It’ll take hours to recover."