Well, you need to suspend reality a bit, but the fantasy goes like this. *she gets comfortable* 

 Instead of getting myself dressed whilst imagining taking your wet clothes off as _actually_ happened that day, I followed you after a minute deciding that I needed to tell you that I wanted to be your mistress and wanted you to take me to your bed. 

Not wanting to be seen in just my shift, by anyone else, I walked straight into your room. What I saw took my breath away. You were shirtless, bootless, still wearing trousers but the placket was undone. 

I couldn't look away from your *she blushes* manhood within your hand, my heart racing with arousal. You looked full of desire and frustration, surprised to see me, your ministrations stilling.  "Blossom… it's polite to knock first" you said with amusement.

 "I am glad I didn't" I replied. I walked to your bed boldly, sitting down on the edge and running my hands up my inner thighs. You raised an eyebrow, slow stroking resuming. I bit my lip, lifting up my shift before discarding it on your floor. Your approach was slow, purposeful and as my hand ran back between my thighs your gaze centred there.

 I brought my fingers higher, stroking teasingly across the most intimate part of me, and your pupils dilated rapidly. I moaned softly at finding that most sensitive spot to circle my fingers upon, and saw you swallow hard, brow furrowing. 

I laid myself back on your bed, making space at the end for you, and you knelt in that space, watching the way I used my fingers to pleasure myself just as I watched your tightened fist move up and down your hardness. 

And then unable to stop, I peaked hard, lying beneath you, drawing a moan from you alongside the one I made, my body writhing with ecstasy as you watched. 

Your strokes slowed, riding out that moment, and you reached down, your left hand gently on my cheek, looking into my eyes, our expressions similarly revealing a wealth of pleasure and desire. 

As I climaxed again, I watched the fascinating look on your face as your body became rigid with your own peak. You groaned my name as you pulsed, throbbing within your grip, and I felt the hot thick lines of your release drawn upon my skin. Then you leant down and kissed me.

And that's generally where the fantasy stops. *she watches him slightly nervously as if unsure she might have overstepped*