Fantasy vs Reality (Chapter 1: Pool Day 2/24)
Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2025 7:44 pm
Hello, this is my first attempt to write something like this. It is inspired by a cfnm fantasy I had for a long time, and by the real life experience that fantasy led to (see The Time I Let My Sister Pants Me in the true story forum for that). Obviously all the personal details have been changed. There is more to come, but for now here’s the introduction. Hope you enjoy it!
When I was growing up we had a pool at my grandma’s house and most summers my mom would take my sister Lucy and I over to swim. The older we got, the less mom thought we needed supervision, so she might step away a while to help grandma put away laundry or something.
During these times when we were left alone Lucy, being the older sibling, would take the opportunity to pick on me. She would dunk me in the water or push me into the pool, but what seemed like one of her favorite ways to make me uncomfortable was to try to pants me. She didn’t really try to sneak up on me or anything. She would just wait until I got within reach and then, without warning, grab my trunks and try to yank them down.
I always reacted quickly enough to grab my shorts and prevent them coming down, but it still always got quite a reaction from me. I always found it strangely exciting to think back on, though. What if I’d been a bit slower? What if she had gotten them down? These thoughts, and my imagined answers to them became quite familiar to me.
I found myself imagining various ways her next attempt might play out. Maybe I’d be too slow and she would get my trunks down to my knees. Maybe she’d get them down to my ankles. Maybe she’d get a good look at my butt. Maybe she’d even get a peek at something else. That thought was always exciting.
I started to imagine her pulling my shorts down and seeing my private bits while I was trying to pull them up. Sometimes I imagined her holding my shorts down so she could take a better look. Sometimes I even imagined her pulling them completely off and throwing them out of the pool so she could watch me climb out naked to get them back.
At first I was imagining it was just her and me there. Eventually I started to imagine other girls, mostly her friends, being there as well. It started with her bff Jen. She went swimming with us all the time so it made sense she might be there. Before long my fantasies involved me being pantsed in front of multiple witnesses.
It would be a typical day at the pool. Lucy would bring Jen, maybe another of her friends like Katie. We’d be in the pool when all of a sudden my trunks are yanked down and clean off. I cover my junk and blush as Lucy holds my shorts up for all to see. I make an attempt to grab them back, but she tosses them to Jen. As I swim toward her, she tosses them back to Lucy, who has gotten out of the water. Soon Jen and anyone else there are out of the water too, all waiting for me to come get my trunks back. I begrudgingly climb out of the pool, my hands tightly clamped over my privates. That’s when Lucy tells me she’ll give my shorts back if I face the girls and put both hands on my head.
I had these fantasies a lot and always enjoyed them. I started to wonder. What if I hesitated? What if, next time, I let her pants me? Finally, one summer I let my fantasy come true. And it wound up going farther than I had imagined
When I was growing up we had a pool at my grandma’s house and most summers my mom would take my sister Lucy and I over to swim. The older we got, the less mom thought we needed supervision, so she might step away a while to help grandma put away laundry or something.
During these times when we were left alone Lucy, being the older sibling, would take the opportunity to pick on me. She would dunk me in the water or push me into the pool, but what seemed like one of her favorite ways to make me uncomfortable was to try to pants me. She didn’t really try to sneak up on me or anything. She would just wait until I got within reach and then, without warning, grab my trunks and try to yank them down.
I always reacted quickly enough to grab my shorts and prevent them coming down, but it still always got quite a reaction from me. I always found it strangely exciting to think back on, though. What if I’d been a bit slower? What if she had gotten them down? These thoughts, and my imagined answers to them became quite familiar to me.
I found myself imagining various ways her next attempt might play out. Maybe I’d be too slow and she would get my trunks down to my knees. Maybe she’d get them down to my ankles. Maybe she’d get a good look at my butt. Maybe she’d even get a peek at something else. That thought was always exciting.
I started to imagine her pulling my shorts down and seeing my private bits while I was trying to pull them up. Sometimes I imagined her holding my shorts down so she could take a better look. Sometimes I even imagined her pulling them completely off and throwing them out of the pool so she could watch me climb out naked to get them back.
At first I was imagining it was just her and me there. Eventually I started to imagine other girls, mostly her friends, being there as well. It started with her bff Jen. She went swimming with us all the time so it made sense she might be there. Before long my fantasies involved me being pantsed in front of multiple witnesses.
It would be a typical day at the pool. Lucy would bring Jen, maybe another of her friends like Katie. We’d be in the pool when all of a sudden my trunks are yanked down and clean off. I cover my junk and blush as Lucy holds my shorts up for all to see. I make an attempt to grab them back, but she tosses them to Jen. As I swim toward her, she tosses them back to Lucy, who has gotten out of the water. Soon Jen and anyone else there are out of the water too, all waiting for me to come get my trunks back. I begrudgingly climb out of the pool, my hands tightly clamped over my privates. That’s when Lucy tells me she’ll give my shorts back if I face the girls and put both hands on my head.
I had these fantasies a lot and always enjoyed them. I started to wonder. What if I hesitated? What if, next time, I let her pants me? Finally, one summer I let my fantasy come true. And it wound up going farther than I had imagined
