0 comments/ 15614 views/ 0 favorites Dream Date By: blaster9 We have spent the night talking intimately. First going out to a fairly nice restaurant, slowly munching on our meals while talking quietly to each other. Afterward, I drive us to a theater. I am wearing a light blue, long sleeve shirt. One that matches my hypnotic light blue eyes, and a pair of tight jeans, you note that they show a nice curve that is my rear. :) You are wearing a blue dress that has a low cut front, with spaghetti straps. It shows your figure quite well, every curve just right. As we enter the theater, I stop short, holding your hand. I step towards you, wrapping my free arms under yours and behind you. We hold each other for a moment, as we start to break our embrace I give you a light peck on your cheek. We go into the movie... a calm romance ... we catch the main points, but the rest is lost, as we are sitting in the very back corner of the theater (uncharacteristic of me), softly kissing. As you adjust in your seat, I inadvertently get an eye full of your exquisite chest. Your eyes, just at that moment, happened to be in just the right place, you notice my ... interest, seeing my own uncomfortable shifting. We continue to kiss for a moment. Pausing to relax a bit, and make sure no one is watching, we return our attention to the movie. After about 10 minutes the movie reaches a high point, the notable hero and heroin start up their own heated screen. You reach for my hand. As the screen on the screen heats up more, you softly stroke my hand, from wrist to fingertips. I lean closer to you, silently wanting more. You start to move my hand up, meeting your lips as you kiss my palm. Your tongue slips out from your lips, slowly tracing lines across my hand toward my fingers. When your tongue reaches the tips of my fingers you wrap your lips around one, immediately noting how stiff and rigid my hand is now. You slowly slide your tongue around my fingers as you move them slowly in and out of your mouth. Right about now, the romantic screen in the movie is hitting its high note, with the couple starting to make love. Loosing myself in the moment, I quickly lean towards you, firmly grabbing hold of your breast and nibbling fiercely on your neck. Before we know it, the movie is over. We are the very last ones to leave the theater. We walk out into a dark evening, about 11:30pm. Hand in hand, we quickly stroll around to my car... I escort you around to the passenger side, but instead of letting you in immediately, I press you against the car, leaning into you. We start to kiss deeply, as no one is in sight. My hands wander, rubbing softly across your breasts, tugging the front of your dress down a bit, revealing more of your wonderful figure. When we notice a few people starting to head in our direction, I let you into the car. We kiss once more before I start the engine and pull out of the dark parking lot. On our way back to your place, we talk a bit. Both shaken from the passion of just a few moments before. You place your hand on mine as I shift the gears, speeding along on our way. After quickly reaching the highway, it becomes evident that we aren't going to make it all the way to your place without ... "complications". :) I keep looking over at your beautiful form. And you notice. While looking out the window one of the straps to your dress "accidentally" slips off your shoulder. Unable to resist, I take my hand from the gear stick, slowly sliding it up your arm, moving my hand further along, finally reaching your shoulder. My hand starts sliding down and forward. It finally comes to a rest when I'm grasping your now exposed breast in my hand. I massage it for a while, running my fingers back and forth over your nipple. After a while of this, I get really bold... I pull my hand away from your breast, taking in a nice eye full of it. I slide my hand back down your arm, just to the wrist, then back up. When I get about half way up your arm, I start moving it back down, this time following the curves of your body... I start to rub my hand from your hip to your knee, each time moving more and more inward. Finally my hand works its way completely between your legs, coming to a rest right on your warm mound. I start to slide my fingers side to side over the fabric covering your clit. We come to a turn in the road that requires me to stop rubbing you, and place both hands on the wheel. When we are passed the turn, my hand moves back to massaging you. After a bit, I stop, moving my hand to yours. I take your hand in mine, and start to lead it across my thigh. You feel your fingers brush against flesh. A bit surprised you turn to look. You realize that during the turn, I had my right hand on the wheel so that my left hand could unzip my pants. Hanging out of them is my cock, stiff and firm. I guide your hand to it, wrapping your fingers around it. Your jaw is almost on the floor in surprise as my hand moves back between your legs, starting to rub your spot again. You start to slide your hand over the head of my penis, slowly moving it up and down. After a few moments, I realize I'm not going to be able to keep driving like this. I slow the car and pull over on the side of the road. When the car has stopped and I have the emergency break on, we both turn to each other, wrapping our arms around each other and start kissing passionately. My hands move from your back to your beautiful chest, where I start massaging your breast. After a bit, we decide we can’t hold back any more. You get out of the car as I open the trunk, pulling out a blanket. I take you by the hand and lead you a few yards from the car. I lay the blanket on the tall grass; we start to kiss, slowly working our way down to the blanket. We finally lay down, you on your back, me laying half on top of you, our legs twisting together. As we kiss, I start to pull the bottom of your dress up, revealing more of your legs, and finally, your warm wet pussy. You feel my hand move across it, rubbing it gently with my fingers, then sliding my finger tips down to your lips, laying my hand flat against you so that the heal of my palm is over your clit, and rubbing firmly in a circle. You start to stroke my cock again, sighing lightly as I rub you. You unbutton my pants as I start to pull your panties to the side, now touching your warm wet flesh. When you start urging me to take off my pants, I roll off of you, starting to slide out of them. Meanwhile you slip out of your panties. You sit up, unbuttoning my shirt. I reach behind you, unzipping your dress. You start to run your hand through the ample hair on my chest as I start tugging on your dress, pulling it off your shoulders, revealing your lovely breasts underneath. I reach behind you again and unstrap your bra. Dropping your bra to the ground, and half out of your dress, you climb on top of me, straddling me. You slide your body back and forth over mine until you feel your in just the right position on my penis, the you move your body just right, so that without any help from our hands, my firm member slips easily into your tight wet hole. We hear each other sigh in ecstasy. You wiggle yourself around, rubbing your clit against my pelvis. As you do, I raise and lower myself in and out of you, just a little, so that you can enjoy yourself in your own activity. After some time, you are really worked up. You start to bounce on me as I slip in and out of you. I slowly start to pick up my pace, thrusting harder into you, hitting the front wall of your vagina as I move in/you move down. Your short sighs now become sharp moans. You look down and see pure joy on my face. As you bounce, I reach up and start to massage your breasts once again. I keep speeding up my inward thrust, each time you let out a louder moan. You start to bounce on my penis faster ... and faster ... as I thrust into you faster. Before long you start to feel waves of pleasure build within you. As you start to spasm you lean forward and lay on my chest as you do. I keep rocking myself in and out of you as you cum. Without giving you a chance to calm down as I sense your orgasm starting to fade, I roll us over and immediately pull out of you, moving down to your now soaking pussy, and start licking your lips, cleaning every drop that I can from your base skin. Finally, as your orgasm ends, I start to lick your clit ferociously. Wrapping my lips around it, sucking it gently, while slipping 2 fingers into you, palm up, rubbing once again the front of your vagina. You start thrashing slightly as I devour you. Within seconds of your first orgasm, you start having another, more powerful one. Panting and yelping from sheer bliss, your body shakes uncontrollably. After a few moments, I sense once again your orgasm starting to fade. I quickly slip my now soaked fingers out of you and place my whole hand against your warm skin, the heal of my hand at your wet hole, my fingers over your clit. I start to rub my whole hand in tight circles, moving more side to side than up and down, covering your entire pussy, lip to lip, pussy to clit. I rub you furiously as you start to almost scream in pleasure. After mere seconds again, you feel your body exploding from my touch. This one lasts even longer. By the time the orgasm starts to fade away you're dizzy. Panting hard and legs shaking, you whimper in pleasure. I stop rubbing you and work my way up to meet you. I start to crawl on top of you a bit, half laying on you, half-lying on the blanket. As I start to massage your breast, I work my leg between yours, so that my thigh is touching your pussy. We start to kiss passionately. After some time has passed, and you are calming down a bit from your ordeal, you push me off of yourself and start sucking on my nipples. Kissing your way down my body, you finally reach your destination. You wrap your index finger and thumb around the base of my penis, which is still nice and firm. You give it a nice kiss right on the front of the head, slowly sucking me into your mouth. I feel your tongue wrap around me as you suck me deeper in. When about half of my penis is in your mouth, you start to slide your tongue around it, flicking the sides of the head, and just above the tip, which you notice gets quite a reaction from me. You not only taste yourself on me, but you start tasting my precum as you enjoy my penis. As you start to pull back, you slide your tongue along the head. You hear loud sighs and light moans coming from me as I run my hands appreciatively through your hair. Slowly, you pick up speed so that after a few minutes your head is bobbing along, sucking me in and out of your mouth. You pop me out every once in a while to lick my shaft, kiss your way around it, or kiss different parts of the head. You pop me out and sit back. As you watch, I start to stroke my penis, my finger and thumb wrapping around it, slipping up and down quickly over the head of my throbbing member. When I get right at the edge, I wrap my whole hand around my penis and SLOWLY stroke the head. You quickly wrap your moist lips around my head, as an explosive wave moves throughout my body as I start to have my own orgasm, my warm milk spraying into your waiting mouth. You hear me almost yelping, nearly scream in pleasure. When my orgasm is finished, you lean over my cum dripping penis and start licking the remaining portion of yourself off of me. Being that I am now more sensitive in that area, I start to squirm under your attack, begging you to stop so I can recover. But you continue on sucking me. After a minute of this I'm literally crying in pleasure. Screaming in ecstasy I shudder again, filling your mouth with even more of my semen as I grab your head, pulling on your hair. Finally, after my orgasm fades, you slip my penis out of your mouth. Breathless from the experience, I pull you up to me. Laying on my chest, you start to kiss me deeply. I pull you closely, returning the kiss. After close to half an hour of lying there, cuddling, kissing, and fondling each other, you stand, finally dropping your dress to the ground. I slip out of my shirt as you kneel in front of me. You turn your back to me, leaning forward onto your hands and knees. I crawl towards you, kissing your bare ass, the small of your back, and then the middle of your back as I stand on my knees behind you. You reach back between your legs, grasping my penis in your hand, starting to stroke it, getting me hard once again. Meanwhile I kiss your back and fondle your breasts. When I'm hard enough, you stop stroking me and start to rub your clit rapidly, as I slowly glide into you from behind. I quickly work up to a rapid pace of thrusting in and out of you. You match my pace rubbing your clit. Within moments you are having another orgasm. I continue my thrusting even though you are barely able to stay up on all fours. You start to wiggle your hips, pulling your knees closer together. I immediately notice how much tighter you are. Moaning loudly, I continue to thrust into you. After only a few minutes, you hear me panting loudly. I start to slow my thrusts to a near stand still, moving slowly, very slowly into you. When I am hilt deep within you, I (even more slowly) start to pull myself out. As I start to pull out, you tighten your muscles around me. Unable to contain myself any longer, I climax within you, still slowly pulling out until just the head of my penis is within you, then moving back in, just as slowly. You feel my entire body shake behind you. Finally, exhausted, I pull out of you. We both lie once again on the blanket, kissing deeply. We lie on our backs holding each other while looking at the stars, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Dream Date The telephone rings, she answers on the second ring hoping to hear his voice at the other end. She's not disappointed. "Hello?" "Hey Baby!" he replies. He knows how she loves to hear those words. She almost melts every time. He asks if she's busy. She tells him she's not and asks why he wants to know. "I'm free tonight, finally, and was hoping we could spend some time together. Would you like that?" "Oh Baby! You know I would!! How soon will you be here?" She doesn't want to sound too eager but she needed some time to make herself pretty for him. He tells her he'll be at her door in the time it takes to drive from his house to hers...about 45 minutes. That gave her just enough time. Smiling to herself she tells him she'll be ready when he gets there. She takes a fast shower, brushes her hair and puts it up in one of those hair clips which pulls it back, yet lets it cascade down her back. She slips on her new sundress. A very pretty, light weight fabric, very loose flowing skirt and only spaghetti-straps to hold it up. She wears just a touch of make-up and a few spritzes of cologne. She slips on some sandals and she's ready to go. She no sooner finishes slipping on her sandals than she hears him drive up. She grabs her purse and dashes out the door. Ever the gentleman, he gets out and opens the passenger door for her. She slides in, making sure her skirt doesn't get caught in the door and makes herself comfortable. He shuts her door and walks around to the driver's side and gets in. "Where are we going, hon?" she asks him. He only smiles that smile that tells her he's up to something and says, "You'll find out when it's time." She knows it's useless to ask anymore so she lights a cigarette and just sits back and enjoys the drive. Soon he brings the car to a stop and turns off the engine. She can't really tell where they are, there are no street lights anywhere to be seen. He gets out of the car and she hears the trunk open and close, then he opens the door for her. As he helps her out, she sees that he has a blanket in his hand. She can hear the chirping of crickets and the sound of water. It sounds like soft waves gently lapping at the shore. He takes her by the hand and leads her to a clearing where the ground is level and he spreads the blanket on the ground. He helps her to ease herself down onto the blanket and then lies down beside her. "It's such a beautiful, clear night I thought it would be nice to spend a little while enjoying the view together." They lay there for a while, just looking up at the magnificent, clear, star-filled sky, neither of them speaking a word. Only their breathing and the sounds of a country night breaking the silence. He reaches out and pulls her closer to himself. Their lips meet, tenderly at first, the urgency building. He starts to caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her sundress and she immediately reciprocates, caressing the bulge in his pants. After what seems like mere seconds, yet like an eternity, they break their kiss. "I think we'd better go now.", he tells her. She doesn't want to leave, but he seems pretty determined. So with a deep sigh of disappointment and a helping hand from him she gets up and goes with him. She still doesn't know where he's taking her, but by now she doesn't care as long as she's with him. They drive along for a ways and he pulls into a very secluded wayside inn that had a sign advertising "DINING and DANCING". They went in and found it very dark inside, only candles on the tables and dim lights by the bar. They find a very dimly lit corner booth well away from the dance floor and away from the swinging doors that lead to the busy, noisy kitchen. They settle in, sitting close to each other and give the waitress their drink order. She returns in what seems like only an instant with their drinks and then leaves them alone. They talk about his job, her recent doctor visit...just small talk. As they talk she rests her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it every little while. He can't resist and the next thing she knows she feels his hand firmly on her leg. He's not content to simply touch her leg. He squeezes her thigh and every little while she feels his hand inch just a bit higher - oh so gradually getting closer to her swiftly dampening pussy. As his hand creeps closer, she begins to open her legs. When his fingers finally reach their intended destination and find she's wearing no panties, the look on his face is priceless! She can't tell if it's shock, desire, or just outright lust she sees in his eyes. The most wicked smile crosses his lips and he leans over to kiss her. As he kisses her softly, with his long slender fingers he traces the outer lips of her already hot, and very wet womanhood. Their lips still locked in their lover's kiss, she feels him press his fingers past the swelling lips and into her aching slit. She moans into their kiss and her hand finds the bulge in his pants. She presses her palm hard against it and he pushes himself into her small hand. It's obvious to her that he loves what she's doing, so she unzips his pants and snakes her hand inside and find that he, likewise, isn't wearing any underwear. It sends a jolt of excitement through her and she firmly grasps his by-now rock hard manhood. The touch of her eager hand seems to spur him on. His fingers begin to thrust in and out of her soaking wet love spot. She strokes him, keeping time with the thrusting of his fingers. They break their kiss, their breathing becoming shallow and ragged. He kisses her neck and whispers in her ear, "OH GOD BABY!! You'd better stop what you're doing if you don't want me to explode right here in front of all these people!" She looks him straight in his eyes, the lust in her eyes plainly visible and smiles. He seems to read her thoughts and reluctantly pulls his fingers from inside her. She continues to stroke him as she "accidentally" knocks her silverware off the table. Unfortunately, that means she has to retrieve it. She inconspicuously slides off her seat and under the table, hidden by the tablecloth. Although he has an idea what she's about to do, it still takes him somewhat by surprise when her hot, wet, mouth engulfs his shaft. She can hear him draw a sharp, deep, breath. She pulls back, almost releasing him as he does his best to stifle a moan. His enjoyment spurs her on and she runs her tongue around the head, letting it flicker over the "eye." Then she takes all of him into her mouth and starts to suck...hard...and fast. His hips begin to rock back and forth, then he realizes people are watching. It takes Herculean self-control, but he stops moving and gives up control to her. She loves the idea that he can't react while she's doing all she can to drive him crazy. She continues what she's doing, her head bobbing very fast now. She can feel his shaft engorge and she knows he's near the point of no return. She quickens her pace just a little and suddenly he explodes in her mouth. She gulps spurt after spurt until he has no more to give. She manages to swallow it all, except for just a little that dribbles out of the corner of her mouth. She reluctantly releases him, and giving his gradually softening cock a few licks to clean it off a bit, she tucks his tired soldier back in his pants and zips them back up. Then she crawls nonchalantly back up into her seat, places her dropped silverware on the table, and taking a napkin, wipes the corners of her mouth. She smiles at him and asks "Now, where were we before I "dropped" my silverware?" He smiles at her, leans over and whispers in her ear, "You are going to pay for that! I'll get you later!" Then he takes her by the hand and leads her to the dance floor. The small orchestra is playing romantic dance music. He pulls her into his arms and they begin to sway with the music. When he puts his arm around her back to hold her close he can't feel a bra under her dress. He pulls back just a little and looks at her with a naughty gleam in his eyes, "No bra, either?" She giggles and says nothing. He already knows she's naked from the waist down, but now he knows the only article of clothing she has on is her dress. As they dance he pulls her close. She feels his hand slide down her back, over her lush bottom. The discovery that she is completely naked under her flimsy dress excites him tremendously. He pulls her even closer and feels her full breasts and hard pressing against his chest. She looks up at him as he leans forward and lightly kisses her on the lips. Soon he kisses her more forcibly, her sweet lips parting to allow his tongue to more deeply explore her mouth. She can't help but feel his cock pressing against her soft stomach. She returns his kiss, pressing herself against him, letting him know that soon she'll be naked in his arms. Soon she will willingly open herself to him. Soon she'll welcome his kisses and caresses all over her naked body. Soon she'll eagerly welcome his hard shaft deep inside her and drench it with her excitement. As they leave the dance floor she walks in front of him to prevent the other dancers and diners from seeing his arousal. It's the least she can do, since she's the cause of the bulge in his pants. When they get back to their booth he sits closer to her as they talk quietly and finish their drinks. She smiles at him again and he takes it as a sign of consent as he once again slowly runs his hand up under her dress, hoping no one is watching. She willingly parts her legs as she feels his hand again moving up the inside of her bare thigh. She doesn't object as his hand moves high enough to feel her ample belly resting on her lap. He finds this feature of her body very exciting although she would happily be much less "bountiful." She still doesn't object as he again slips his hand down and lightly caresses the very swollen and very wet lips of her pussy. He slowly removes his hand for fear others may see them. But as they look at each other in the candlelight he lifts his wet hand to his lips to taste her wetness. That very silent, but oh, so erotic gesture tells her that very soon his hand will be replaced by his lips, hoping to lose himself between her more-than-willing thighs. They dance again and again, returning to their booth each time to repeat their special, private pleasures. After a time, as they dance again, he whispers to her, "I can smell the beautiful fragrance of your excitement, my Love! I can feel a dampness on the back of your dress from you being so aroused." At that point she's very grateful it's dark in the room so it won't be noticed by others. Unable to contain her desire any longer, she kisses him and whispers in his ear, "Sweetheart, please let's go, now! I need to be with you. I need to be naked and share my love with you." She doesn't have to ask him twice. They quickly leave the restaurant and hurry to the car. As soon as they both are inside they embrace and kiss like two silly teenagers on their first date. As he pulls away from the curb she smiles at him mischievously. He looks down quickly only to see her pulling her dress up to her waist, completely exposing her ample stomach and naked thighs. She spreads her legs wide and as he looks back and forth from her to the windshield and back again he sees her push her hand between her legs. It's very difficult for him to concentrate on driving when he hears the sound of her fingers moving in and out of her very wet snatch. The car is soon filled with the smell of her sex. As he speeds up, to get to the hotel room he has secretly reserved for them, he looks over and sees that she's taken her hand from between her legs and it's soaked with her own juices. She leans over to him and very slowly runs her hand over his lips, covering them with her wetness. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he grasps her hand, holds it to his lips and eagerly licks it dry. This only gets him more excited than he already is, if that's possible. At long last they arrive at the quaint, out-of-the-way motel. It's a motel seemingly built with lovers in mind. There are no rooms, as such. There are small, cozy individual cabins. Each one has a fireplace, that the manager, ever the romantic, lights just in time for each party's reservation. The bed is right in front of the fireplace. What more can a couple in love ask for? They pull in to the drive, he goes in to register and pay for the cabin and then drives to their designated cabin and parks directly in front of it. When they get out of the car they almost run to the door. He fumbles with the key and finally gets the door open. They rush inside and shut the door quickly behind themselves. They're both so excited and overwhelmed with their desire they strip their clothes off as soon as they get inside. She stands in front of him, her Reubenesque body completely exposed to him. He pulls her against his own naked body and kisses her passionately. As their tongues entwine, she can feel his hard cock pressing against her belly and he feels her skin getting wet from the steady ooze of pre-cum dripping from it. He quickly guides her and sits her down on the edge of the bed, then kneels between her wide-spread thighs. He lets his kisses travel down across her chest, as he carefully caresses each of her large breasts and draws their rigid nipples into his mouth. He still has the taste of her pussy from her fingertips in his mouth, and the hardness of her nipples arouses him so much that he rises up for a moment and guides his hard, wet, shaft deep inside her. She's so wet that this presents no difficulty as he savors the feeling of her hot pussy surrounding his rock hard cock. Leaning forward again, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth as she feels his shaft sliding in and out of her. He then slowly withdraws himself from her warmth and begins to kiss and trace his tongue down across her comfortable belly. At long last he positions his face between her wide open thighs and sees her beautiful, wet pussy glistening before his hungry eyes. First he gently kisses the insides of her thighs as he moves toward the object of his desire. As his face moves closer he can see that her outer lips are swollen and wet with excitement. At first he just runs his tongue lightly across their surface, then he pushes it in deeply...but only for a brief moment. He then caresses her engorged clit with just the tip of his tongue before moving back to the two wet protruding lips. He does this again and again and again! Her body begins to tremble with excitement and he presses his face forward, feeling her most intimate flesh pressing against his cheeks. His tongue seeks out her clit again and begins to swirl it around and around and over and over the small knob. She hears his muffled voice begging "Cum to me, baby!!" He begs over and over again as his tongue plays against her ripe flesh. At long last she can resist no longer and he feels her body tremble and feels her pushing herself against his eager mouth. He hears her moan and feels and tastes the rush of her hot juices filling his mouth, running down his chin, and soaking the thick thatch of hair oh his chest. He slowly tears himself from between her legs, his face and chest drenched with the evidence of her passion. He gently lays her back, straddling her and guides his hard cock deep inside her again. He leans down and kisses her, sharing her own wetness with her for the first time. As their mouths and tongues engulf each other, she feels his cock deep inside her, slowly pushing inward, then outward. She hopes he can feel her outer muscles gripping his hard shaft, drawing it in deeper and deeper inside her. He can feel his hard knob pressing deep, into her very depths, surrounded by her womanhood. They continue to kiss as his hands caress her body. He feels her hips pushing up to meet each of his deep thrusts. She moans softly each time the head of his cock reaches it's deepest penetration, while feeling his balls pressing against her ass. They both savor the pleasure as they feel his shaft slowly pulling out, her hot moist inner flesh clinging to it as it pulls away. His cock slips out of her slit and he grasps it, running it's wet tip up and down her swollen crack, finally letting it caress her hard clit, rubbing it over the little knob. He squeezes out long wet drops of his seed to lubricate her more and slowly drives himself back into her deeper and deeper until he can go no further, then slowly pulls back and thrusts in again and again and again. Her passion grows and grows. He looks into her deep blue eyes...they say to him "Yes...YES!!" They know they are together as he increases his thrusts faster and faster, pushing his manhood in and out of her! He looks into her passion-filled face, feels the tightening around his shaft. She can't help herself and begins moaning louder and louder, her full hips pushing against him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside her. She cries out, "OHHHHHH GODDDDD!!!!" and he feels her body shudder. She is suspended in time and space as her orgasm rages through her. She can feel the rising tide within him, feels it racing down his cock as he pushes deeper. Suddenly he stops thrusting, she feels his hot love juice flowing out of him, filling her with his very essence. He can see by the expression in her eyes that she feels his hot wetness filling her. He can also see in her eyes that she welcomes his gift to her. They are totally connected...bodies, minds, and souls in the most special of ways. Neither of them want to break that special connection. They fall asleep in each other's arms, still joined in their lovers embrace. Dream Date I can't take my eyes off of her... She does nothing flashy, nor does she wear anything particularly enticing and she is nowhere near the youngest or "hottest" woman in the room. But she has a style and ease of movement that make your eyes follow her every gesture. I try not to stare, however I want desperately to catch her eye. Though I know, if those sparkling green orbs shine in my direction I will freeze in my chair. I'm not good at these encounters. My name is Chris and hers I just learned, is Alexandra. We are both guests at a wedding reception for a couple that neither of us knows very well. I'm sitting at a table with employees or their spouses of the firm that the bride manages. The bride, a stuck-up bitch, is my boss and Alexandra is married to a senior member of my department. The plan around our table is that we peons stay until they cut the cake then we cut out to the hotel bar. I came stag and the three other couples at the table are anxiously checking watches and plotting their escapes. The consensus is to return to our rooms, change clothes and meet at the bar in the lobby. Alexandra's husband Tim must be ten years older than her which would make him about twenty-five years older than the rest of us. It's obvious from his demeanor and remarks that he does not want to be with us now and has no intention of joining us later. His wife does her best to cover his rudeness and tries to meet and engage everyone in conversation. For myself, I'm just fascinated by her graceful, lady-like charms. Though it's my belief there is a hidden, devilish vixen inside of her. I watch her mouth as she listens to our work stories. Her smile is only half-hearted with the hint of laugh lines bracketing her full lips, and the gleam of straight, white teeth against her soft, warm tan. I am struggling to come up with something clever to say so that I can witness the full ninety-watt shine. She is probably near forty years old, but her skin is firm and her cheeks are full. There are subtle creases at the rims of her almond eyes, and her mass of light-brown hair with golden highlights, is worn in a swirl atop her head. But now silky tendrils are beginning to loosen and lay gently on her slightly freckled shoulders. She is sheathed in a forest-green dress that compliments her eyes, with sparkles on the bodice and a shimmering gold necklace that drops into her deep cleavage. The dress is not overly tight and is appropriately styled; it just seems to cling invitingly to her curves and tempts you to discover her secrets. She has an obvious elan that I'm guessing only serves to conceal a darkly-checkered past. I was crestfallen when her husband took her hand and they made their excuses to leave. She mouthed some goodbyes and I watched as they disappeared through the crowded dance floor. Her shapely rear-end rolled seductively with each step in her four-inch pumps. I had the uneasy feeling that I would be thinking about Alexandra long after I crawled into the lonely double-bed tonight. About two hours later I was still at the bar, the last of the people I knew had left. I was nursing a chilled whiskey and sipping an import, when I caught those green eyes in the mirror. "I was hoping someone I recognized would still be here, you're Chris right, I'm Alex." She extended a hand and I was captivated. The thick mane of hair now cascaded down her back. At the reception it must have weighed a ton on her neck. She had touched-up her eyes and lips, and appeared ten years younger. She wore a loose white blouse and a lacy bra that strained to contain her bounty. Alexandra was not petite, maybe 5'9" and 150 pounds with rounded shoulders and thick waist. She was in faded jeans that clung to solid thighs and low-heeled sandals that revealed her pink polished nails. I bought her a glass of Merlot and we moved to a table on the patio. When I mentioned her husband she shrugged her shoulders and said, "he finally passed-out, so I got dressed and came down. All he does is bitch and complain, let's talk about something else." I was living a dream. Our mundane conversation drifted from work to weddings, weather to wine. I was mostly smiling and nodding. In my mind I was reconstructing her past and imagining our future. In my visions Alex was the woman who sat in the ladies circle, and slyly confessed to having been a stripper and had had multiple affairs with married men and sexy women. I could picture her at her sultry best. As I imagined it, Alex didn't openly flirt, that was much too vulgar, but her hand would linger an extra moment on your thigh while she told a story. When drinking a cocktail she would stir the concoction with her fingers then slowly lick the wet digits and slide them hypnotically into her mouth. She had a deep whiskey-voice and a husky laugh that rose up suddenly and easily. She had a habit of raking her long fingers through her silky locks and arching her back to stretch. This raised her heavenly breasts to the limits of her flimsy shirt. The spaghetti straps barely hung on. The smoky voice and secretive tone lulled me into an erotic trance. I stared into those green pools of enchantment, the yellow highlights flashing in the candle light. Her mouth purred to me. I watched as her pink tongue delicately moistened her glossed lips as she spoke, and the expressive gestures of her long, thin fingers traced arcs in the air and then swept through her chestnut locks. Whatever she was saying, I heard something different. I knew in my mind, this seductress was coming-on to me. My brain was drifting into an x-rated landscape of hedonism. I could certainly picture myself making Alex my sex slave. This scenario had appeared to me many times. A beautiful, desirable older woman in a loveless, sexless marriage, was dropping hints that she wanted to take me for her lover. In my fantasy she was falling under my spell. So desperate for just one night of passion, that she was ready to follow me anywhere and give-in to her reckless desires. My thoughts were sliding towards decadence. Like a television with no sound, I found myself tuning-out Alexandra's words. I smiled at her and nodded knowingly but all the while I was studying her face , searching for the hidden clues to her surrender. My mind and body knew she wanted me. She was only waiting and hoping that I would make the move and capture her for my own, sending her into ecstasy. It was a dream too good to ignore. I scanned her expressive sea-green eyes picturing them dilate, her brows raise, as she takes inventory of my build. I am no longer lanky and pale. I'm broad-shouldered, tan and deeply muscled. She longs to feel me inside her and become prisoner to my every deviant wish. Her pouty lips are always puckered, hoping to be kissed and she has a slight overbite that accentuates her full, blushing cheeks. Her luminous, pink lip gloss makes her look hungry and horny. My cock would look so good in her mouth that I could feel the warm, moist sensation. I needed to casually slide my hand under the table to rearrange the log-jam developing in my crotch. My swollen member was aching to be freed and to ravish this wanton MILF sitting so temptingly near. I'm fairly certain that I was contributing intelligently to the conversation because she remained seated and laughed on occasion. But my mind was hearing her passionate desire and in my head she was pleading with me to seduce her. So though my physical body continued to sit and smile, my psyche responded with a BDSM fantasy. In steamy dream sequences like this, my reaction is always fast and firm. I reached across the small table and grasped the front of her flimsy top. The material stretched at first and then ripped from her lovely body. My fingers were curled under her sheer bra as I tugged her to her feet and proceeded to drag her towards the elevators. "Follow me Alexandra," I commanded, "it's time to fuck!" I pulled her along by her bra-straps, her sandals tumbled from her feet. She attempted at first to cover her breasts with her hands and plant her bare feet in the carpet. But when she saw the determined, lustful look on my face she yielded willingly. Alex then hurried to keep stride as all eyes in the room turned to watch her humiliation. It was the loss of control that made her weak and fueled the wetness in her vagina. She didn't care who looked or what was said, she knew only that she yearned to feel imprisoned and hungered for some wild sexual escapade. When the elevator doors opened, I ordered her inside and demanded that she kneel on the floor. We both took a second to peek back at the remaining bar crowd. Some of the men applauded or saluted while a few of the ladies flashed some envious smiles. The doors closed and I took over. It was apparent to me that she loved to be dominated and abused, and I was called on to possess her body and abase her for my pleasure. My fantasy apartment was the penthouse suite, so up we soared. As the elevator climbed we had time to work our roles. I yanked the battered bra from her chest, scratching lines across her tits and demanded that she fish my stiff cock from my jeans. "Alright Alex let's see what you can do. How much discipline will you require? Suck me off like the dirty little bitch you are." She hastily went to work, fumbling with my belt and zipper. Her nervous energy excited me. When she loosed my gigantic cock her face lit up with lust. I twirled her long, shiny hair through my fingers, drawing her eager mouth to my straining organ. "You are a cheating whore and you need my cock to fulfil your lust. Suck my cock you dirty slut then beg me to fuck your trampy pussy." She went to work with great enthusiasm. Her only responses to my accusations were muffled grunts and moans as she slathered my cock with her saliva. My rod was bulging in her hands as she fed it between her starving lips. Her spit quickly coated it's length and her delicate hands splashed and glided along my veiny pole. She choked a few times as I drove against the back of her throat and drool poured from her mouth, through coughing fits, dripping in long strings from her chin to the tops of her bare globes. "These tits are mine now, you whorey slut," I yelled as I squeezed them roughly and spread the slobber over them until they shined in the harsh light. She was getting into a good rhythm sucking it in and then tongueing the tip as she slid it out. We were both sweaty and making crude animal noises when the bell rang and the doors opened on the fourth floor. A young couple started to board when they saw the half-naked, older-woman on her knees with my cock in her mouth. They gasped at first, then hesitated and stepped back in amazement. Alexandra was startled but I kept a firm grip on the back of her neck, plunging harder. The doors closed and my blow-job recommenced without further interruption as the lift rocked back to motion. When the car again stopped on the tenth floor, the bell didn't distract her. A man was about to enter when he spied Alex at my feet. The sweat was glistening on her curvaceous body and her hair was damp and tussled. I was twisting and pulling her nipples while spanking her big, wobbly tits. Her chest was red and soaked in perspiration. Her lipstick had smeared on her face and saliva bubbled-up and flowed copiously. It was not a beautiful look, but it was sexy as hell. My cock never slipped from her mouth as she gazed upon the stranger in the door. Her hand pumped furiously on my tool and her lips smacked and slurped on it's engorged head. I smiled and winked at the stunned onlooker. "C'mon in. She'll suck you, too. Won't you, my slut?" Alexandra stopped for a moment and wiped her mouth and chin, though she never rose from her knees or attempted to cover her heaving, sopping tits. "I'll do anything you want me to do Chris." The gentleman slowly backed away, muttering something about his marriage. I laughed and pinched her nipples hard until she squeaked-out a little moan, suggesting to the stranger what he was missing. "Tell him what's next," I commanded to her. "We're going up to the room and fuck until I can't walk," she answered dutifully. The doors closed on his surprised expression and we rode to the roof level. When the doors opened on the top floor I ordered her to remove her pants and follow me naked down the hall. I got my first look at her plush, downy pussy. As luck would have it, a newlywed couple was at their suite door, returning a room service cart. I needed to further humiliate Alexandra. It was the degradation that fired the flame in her steaming cunt. She held her head high as she walked but she had to feel the shame of my abuse as she marched behind me, for her orgasms to burst forth. I said to the young couple, "I found this bitch at the bar and I'm going to fuck her tight little snatch until she explodes. Alex, tell these two what you are." "I'm your slut and I'm here to be your fuck-toy. I want you to teach me how to please you. And I'll obey your every order." "You're a married woman cheating on your husband with his co-worker. And I'm half your age. What kind of a whore does that?" "A sleazy, dirty whore. That's why you should paddle my ass raw and then ram your cock inside me. I need to be punished and you're my new cock-master." The couple laughed and stared with amusement as we walked on to our room. I called back to them that I would make her my bitch and that I hated her husband anyway. When we got inside the suite I threw her naked body on the bed and straddled her chest with my knees. I grabbed her bouncy tits and twisted the perky nipples between my fingers and thumbs. "Now finish that hum-job and swallow my load." She craned her neck forward to inhale my shaft and I fed it towards the back of her throat, inch by inch. Always pushing, not stopping until she gagged and her eyes watered. "Take it all bitch. Shine it up 'til it glows." I had no mercy as I relentlessly drove my rigid rod in and out of her terrified mouth. Her wide-eyed expression only made me hotter. She was desperate for relief but I continued to shove my thick, hard cock deeper and faster past her lips. I wanted her to know that I was in charge so I smacked her face and swore at her as she blew me. The dirty thrill of it fired the intensity for both of us. Her pussy was gushing with her fluids and her muffled groans signaled more impending orgasms. She was in heaven for the first time, ever. And I was preparing to add her to my stable of well-trained sluts. "Suck it you dirty whore. Suck my cock 'til I fill you up. This is just the beginning. I'm going to fuck you ten times a day and then farm you out to my friends. You're my bitch and your warm little cunt is here for my pleasure." For a second she struggled for air and tried to dislodge my cock from her throat. I slapped her face and grabbed both her arms by the wrists. She needed to be restrained. Fortunately there was a chain and hand-cuffs hanging from an iron ring above the headboard. I strapped her in and flogged my swollen cock on her tongue, forcing a deluge of hot, creamy cum down her gullet. "Here it comes, bitch. Swallow every drop or I'll leave and you'll get no more of my cock." She could not face that possibility. So she vacuumed my cock and savored each thick spurt as I flooded her. I came in buckets and my sexy, horny MILF gulped down the entire load. Then she licked and polished my thick rod to keep it hard for her continued pleasure. All her deviant dreams were coming true. She wanted only to perform for me. The sucking was just the foreplay, now she wanted to be fucked. "Was that good Master? Did I please you? Is that how you want your hot, little cunt to do it? Please fuck me now, Chris. I'm so hot for your meat." Without answering, I spun her on to her stomach, pressing her face into the mattress and flattening her big tits. Then I propped a pillow underneath her and began to stroke my slippery erection with one hand and spank her cushy, bouncy ass cheeks with the other. It soon turned a bright reddish-purple, mirroring the helmeted tip of my cock. I decided to unite the two. "Alex, you filthy slut, I'm gonna rape your tight little ass!" She squirmed and screamed in terror. The chains clanked but held firm. And I asked teasingly, if she was ready for the thrill of her life. "Please Chris, don't do this to me. Please. I'll do anything you want." "You already are doing what I want. I'm going to fuck your hot, virgin ass and you're going to beg me to do it. Spread your legs wide, bitch." "No. Please no!" "If you're a good little whore and you excite me with your effort, I'll use some lube and make it easier for you. If you're bad, I'm fucking you dry." I started to force two fingers into the tightly clenched, brown star at her bottom. Alex tried to skoot away and pleaded with me to be kind. She could see her situation was hopeless and agreed to beg me to deflower her rear passage if I agreed to use some lubrication. My digits plowed their path inside and her butt arched in the air. She squealed with pain and her ass shook and quivered as my fingers explored her puckered rear-end. "Please Chris. Ohhh. Ouwww Pleeeease. I'll be good. Owwww. Please. I'll do anything. I'll beg you to fuck my ass, just use something to ease it in. Pleeease." "Okay. Because you're going to be my good little whore. I'll let you lube it up." Her body relaxed momentarily and in that instant I flipped her around and shoved my cock back in her mouth. "Suck it, cunt. You want lube, then you lube it!" I filled her stunned cheeks with my prick, holding her ears and plowing deep and fast against the back of her throat. "Make it as sloppy a blow-job as you want, then I'm going right in your tight, hot ass!" She's my bitch. She had no choice but to slobber my cock with her saliva as I steadily inserted my fingers back in her anus. She knew this would be her only chance to ease the pressure she was about to experience. I withdrew my fingers with a plop and extracted my shiny, dripping cock from her foamy mouth. I ordered her to invite me to fuck her cute, rosy ass. She was so hot and horny now, her pussy dripping with her succulent juices, that she had to have it all. "Please Master Chris. Please fuck my tight, tender ass with your gigantic, wonderful cock. I want you deep inside me. I have to feel how good it is. I want you. I'm your slut and that's all I want to be. Please fuck my virgin hole." My cock was slick with her spit. But I was not going to be gentle. She belonged to me and I would use her anyway I wanted. I plunged into her, pushing hard and driving it home 'til my balls smacked against her twat. I wanted to fuck my slave hard and fill her with cum. I rocked back and forth. Slamming into her like a pile-driver. Sweat poured from us both. Her body quivered with lust and desire. I bounced against her bottom and hung-on to her shaking tits. My torso recoiled at every thrust as I banged away and I could feel the next load working it's way from my sac, up the shaft and about to explode inside her plump derrier. "Are you ready for me slut? Will your ass swallow my cum the same way your mouth did?" " Oh yes. Oh please. Please fuck me Chris. Don't hold back. I want it all. Fuck me! Fuck me!" With one more big jolt, I blasted into her like a ballistic missile. I shot so much cum, I could feel it squirting back out at me. I must have filled her so fast, it was backing up. It was splashing in my crotch. I could feel it over- flowing her ass and drenching my thighs. The warm, sticky liquid was spilling down my legs, there was so much creamy fluid , I was drowning in it. Something had gone wrong. I was soaked and losing my firmness because of it. I heard Alex, in a fog, trying to soothe me and I was very disoriented. Dream Date "Chris are you okay? Chris?" I shook my head rapidly and tried to clear my mind. Alexandra was staring at me wide-eyed and reaching for a napkin to mop-up the puddle on the table. I was back at the patio bar and the last of my overturned beer was dripping into my lap. I could see Alex clearly now and I could finally understand what she was saying. "Oh Chris. I'm so sorry. I think I bored you to sleep with all my stories. You were such a good listener, I didn't notice your eyes closing until it was too late. If you would like another drink, I'll buy. But I don't think either one of us needs any more. And I better get back to the room before my hubby wakes up. Thanks for the friendly ear, I really enjoyed it. Get some sleep. Sweet dreams." And just like that she was gone. the end comments and votes welcome. Dream Date --Disclaimer-- This story is fiction and intended for the entertainment of adults over the age of 18. It contains romance, humor, sexual situations, and a bit of the old supernatural if you know what I mean (wink). If you are too young, too old, or too uptight, the author suggests you stop here and go read something else. Now on with our story. 'Wow! That was some dream.' thought Tom as he slowly emerged from his sleep induced fog. He was usually a pretty light sleeper but as he began to wake up, he realized he had been into it pretty deeply last night. Usually his dreams faded as he woke up and if he remembered anything at all, it was just fleeting images that didn't make much sense. However, this dream was different. He was wide-awake now and the dream was still extremely vivid in his mind. Not only were the images crisp and clear but he realized that he could remember other aspects of it as well. Sounds, smells, how things felt to the touch, tastes, even the emotions came flooding back. It was so tangible in Tom's mind it was as if it had actually happened. "Too bad it didn't." Tom said out loud as he yawned and stretched. "Too bad what didn't do what?" Tom looked over at his roommate, and best friend, Matt. Matt had just walked into their dorm room following his early morning class and had flopped down onto the couch in the corner. "Oh nothing," replied Tom, "Just a dream I had this morning." "Yeah, well spill it. I could use a good laugh," Matt said sarcastically. Tom thought of a dozen different snide remarks to come back with but decided to tell Matt about the dream instead. 'Besides,' he thought to himself, 'Matt's a psych major. Maybe he'll have some insight into what it was all about.' "Well, it was about that girl you introduced to me the other day. Kim, that hot little brunette that lives upstairs on the third floor. The one you have that math class with," said Tom. "Yeah, what about her?" replied Matt looking more interested now. "Well..." started Tom, "I dreamt we were having a big floor-wide party here in the dorm. Stevie (their friend from across the hall) had snuck a keg up to his room and everyone on the floor was out in the hall drinking and partying. "Gramps" at the end of the hall had his mondo-stereo cranked up to 9 and the floor was just rockin'. We were out in the hall with a bunch of other people drinking, just outside our door, when Kim and her roommate came screaming around the corner with a couple of guys from the third floor chasing them with supersoakers. "The girls made a complete circuit of the floor and had a bit of a lead on the guys when they rounded our corner again. Kim's roommate kept running but I had opened our door and motioned for Kim to duck inside to escape the potential drenching, which she did. She rushed into our room and I slipped inside and shut the door just as the water-weenies came around the corner. "Kim was out of breath and a little flushed but she still looked phenomenal! She told me she was glad she had run into me and thanked me for rescuing her. I told her it was my pleasure," said Tom, "and that I had a weak spot for damsels in distress." "Oh Man!" groaned Matt, "You don't actually talk to women like that do you? I mean, it's a good thing this was just a dream." "Ha, ha, ha," Tom shot back sardonically. "Do you wanna hear this or not?" "Ok, ok! Go on. I hope it gets better," said Matt. Tom continued, "ANYWAY... I offered to go across the hall and get her a drink and also make sure the Squirtgun Squad was gone, which she accepted happily. I squeezed out the door back into the hall and you and Stevie were standing there talking with Gramps and Jimbo. I went to get the drinks and when I came back, you opened our door and gave me a thumbs up and told me to 'go for it!' under your breath." "Yeah, that sounds like me." quipped Matt, "It's been awhile since you actually got past the 'Hello' stage when talking to a girl." Tom ignored him and went on. "So I went back into the room and Kim was sitting down on the futon couch next to the door. She looked happy to see me return and patted the seat next to her and invited me to sit. I gave her the cup of beer I had gotten for her and sat down next to her. We talked for awhile, found out we had a lot of acquaintances in common and commented on how it was strange that we had not met sooner. Things were clicking between us and there seemed to be a great chemistry there. I leaned forward to kiss Kim and she returned it with passion and a little bit of zeal!" "Zeal!" Matt interrupted again, smiling, "Man! You are an English major aren't you. Who the hell talks like that?" Tom gave him a dirty look and said, "Fine! Forget it. If you don't want to hear the dream, just forget it." Matt tried to look serious but failed miserably because he couldn't stop smiling. "'k, I'm sorry. Geez, you really aren't a morning person are you. Continue... please. It does get better doesn't it?" "No, forget it. I thought you might have an insight into what it was about but you're not going to take it seriously so just forget it." Matt looked disappointed... for a second... but then said, "Ok, fine. Get dressed. The cafeteria will only be serving breakfast for another half an hour and I want to eat something that requires syrup on it before our 10 o'clock class starts." ------------------------ For the rest of the day, Tom found himself thinking about his dream. It HAD gotten better, he mused, thinking about what he hadn't told Matt. In his dream, Tom and Kim had made out on the couch for quite a long time. At one point, Matt had walked into the room, seen the couple going at it on the couch, and given Tom the "thumbs up" sign and returned to the party out in the hall. Tom had dreamed that Kim's shoulder-length brown hair smelled like strawberries and that her skin was soft... and smooth... and warm. In his dream, both of them were petting each other heavily, exploring the contours of each other's bodies as they kissed passionately. Kim's body felt very nice to Tom. She was pretty close to being his ideal "type" in that she was petite and fit yet had nice curves in all of the right places. 'Nice... Hell! She's got beautiful, ample curves in exactly the right places', thought Tom. Tom tried to concentrate as his teacher droned at the front of the lecture hall but he just couldn't get that dream out of his head. Matt had been right. Even though Tom was in good shape... actually he was in excellent shape, the best of his life. He and Matt worked out everyday and Tom was looking pretty darn good. Despite this, however, it had been awhile since he'd had a date. Tom was shy, almost painfully so. He definitely was not always the best at striking up conversations. Once the ice was broken, Tom was actually very charming but it was the first step that seemed to be the hardest. He thought about the dream again and it really started to get him going. It had turned out so perfectly, to Tom's thinking, that it had to be just wish fulfillment. Nobody had such a perfect night as that. It was pure fantasy, had to be. Right? In the dream, Kim seemed to respond positively to Tom's touch. She was letting little moans escape each time he caressed her in a new place. She really started to vocalize her pleasure when Tom moved his lips down to kiss her neck. He was licking her lightly in little tiny circles just under her ear and Kim was literally writhing from the chills that shot down her sides. Tom was getting really hot, in his dream (and in real-life as he thought about it), and it was showing by the bulge in his jeans. Kim didn't seem to notice at first because of the side-by-side position they were in on the couch. However, after a while, Tom's attention to her neck and his roving hands were starting to get her excited and Kim became more aggressive. She leaned in toward Tom, rolling him back a little on the couch and threw her right leg over his. Since Kim was rather petite and Tom, in contrast was a pretty tall guy, she practically had to climb on top of him to reach his lips again. This resulted in her discovering his excitement quite directly, much to Kim's surprise and, it seemed, her delight. Tom couldn't believe it when she reached down between her legs and started rubbing his erection through his pants. "My! What do we have here?" Kim giggled. All Tom could muster was a throaty moan as she ran her hand up and down the length of his member. "Yo! Tom. You gonna stay here or are you gonna head to your chem class?" Tom jumped a little and then realized that class was over and everyone was filing out. Matt was looking at him strangely but knew what... or more precisely Whom... was on Tom's mind. He gave Tom a leering smile and then turned to leave. Tom gathered his things, shoved them into his backpack and headed for the door. ------------------------ Later that day, Tom and Matt were in the cafeteria once again, this time for lunch, when Matt called Tom's attention to the door behind him. Kim and her roommates had just walked in. Tom felt a rush of adrenaline course through him when he saw her and immediately turned back around, subsequently also turning eight shades of red. The girls sat down a couple of tables away and were talking amongst themselves, not really paying attention to the two guys, one of whom couldn't seem to bring himself to look at them for fear he would embarrass himself. Tom hurried through what was left of the mystery meat on his tray and thought he might get away from this embarrassing moment unscathed. That's what he thought anyway. Just as he was about to tell Matt he was going to take off, he heard a familiar and extremely sweet voice behind him asking Matt if he had the notes from their math class. Matt looked up at her and smiled, then invited her to sit down. Kim sat down next to Matt and then said "Hi Tom!" Tom smiled back at her and said "Hi." He was beet red but was also really glad to see her. He valiantly tried to remain calm and act cool but his blush was betraying him. "What have you guys been talking about? Tom looks like he's about to overheat and explode." Kim asked with a cute smile. Matt couldn't contain himself. "We were talking about the dream Tom had this morning. It was pretty good. Hey Tom! Tell Kim what you dreamt last night!" Tom gave Matt the dirtiest look he could muster. If looks could kill, Matt would have had a smoking hole right between his eyes. Tom looked at Kim and said, "Oh, it was nothing. You wouldn't be interested in it." Matt was having way too much fun by this time. He couldn't resist himself and replied, "Come now Tom! I thought it was fascinating! I'll bet Kim here would love to hear about it. Go on. Tell her what you were dreaming about." Kim was intrigued now. Her interest was peaked and she was very curious about it. "Yeah Tom, tell me about it. I don't embarrass easily. You can tell me. It can't be that bad, can it?" Matt was about to fall off of his chair. Tom looked at him, then at Kim and wished the floor would open up and just swallow him right then and there. "I... it was... ummmm... you know... it was just... nothing... not a big deal..." stammered Tom, .".. I gotta get to class. It was great to see you Kim. Maybe I'll see you back at the dorm later. Gotta go. See ya." And with that, Tom grabbed his tray and made a dash for the door. Kim looked a little confused but she smiled as Tom left. Matt, on the other hand, was beyond words as he tried to stifle his laughing, which was fortunate because he couldn't spill anything to Kim. "Ok, well, I guess you can tell me about it in class. See you later Matt." Matt, still unable to speak, waved to her and then did fall off of his chair. 'Oh that was classic!' thought Matt as he got up to leave, 'I have got to get those two together again!' ---------------------------------- About a week or so later, that next Friday night to be exact, Tom and Matt had just finished cleaning up after getting back from working out when they heard a knock on the door. Tom opened it to find Stevie out in the hall. "Hey guys, give me a hand. I need someone to help me get it inside before anyone sees it." "Get what inside?" asked Tom. "The keg! We're partying tonight!" said Stevie excitedly. Tom and went down to the parking lot with Stevie and helped him carry up the keg from his car while Matt stood lookout in the stairwell. They got it into his room, helped him tap it and scrounged up some cups. As always happened in the dorm, especially on a Friday night, the place was rocking with the sound of several stereos and a party atmosphere prevailed. Within an hour, most of the second floor was aware of where to get a drink and Stevie's room was the hub of the party. They were all careful to keep it under wraps from the dorm staff and the party was in full bloom wherever you looked. Tom, Matt, Stevie, "Gramps" (don't ask), and Jimbo were standing in the hall enjoying the scene when they heard a loud noise coming from the stairwell. Suddenly the stairwell door slammed open and couple of girls came screaming out and ran down the hall toward the group. They were quickly followed by a couple of guys that Tom recognized from the third floor and they were chasing the girls with Supersoakers. Tom looked back at the girls and recognized them as well. It was Kim! She and her roommate were barreling down the hall toward him and the others, squealing and hollering as they tried to escape the streams of water that were shooting at them. Everyone in the hall stepped back and hugged the wall as the pursuit passed by, giving the girls and their chasers a path. Half of the crowd was hollering and rooting for the girls and the other half was egging on the guys. The chase turned the far corner and disappeared for a few minutes but Tom could still hear them in the distance. Their screams started getting closer again and he knew they were on their way back around to where he was standing. Kim's roommate turned the corner first followed soon after by Kim herself. She looked like she was starting to get winded and Tom got the idea that he'd hide her so she could catch her breath. He opened the door to his room and waved at Kim to get her attention. She looked at him but didn't seem to notice who he was at first. She was preoccupied of course. But then her face lit up as it registered in her mind who he was and slowed down as she approached him. Tom motioned for her to duck into the room, which she did, and he quickly followed, closing the door behind him. Tom leaned back and put his ear against the door to listen and heard the guys stomping past. Tom turned around to face Kim and saw that she was flushed and out of breath but had the most appealing smile on her face. When she caught a bit of her wind, she thanked Tom for saving her. He stood there smiling back at her and said, "My pleasure! I have a weak spot for damsels in distress you know." Kim giggled and said, "My white knight! Where do you keep your charger in this tiny dorm room?" Tom laughed. He looked at Kim and had the strangest feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he thought this whole thing seemed familiar somehow. He didn't feel his normal shyness around Kim and it was almost like he knew he was doing everything right and that there was nothing to worry about. "How about I duck out and see if they're gone. I'll go get you a drink if you like. Stevie snuck in a keg and I can get you a glass from across the hall." said Tom. Kim replied, "That sounds great! I'll just stay in here and wait for you." So Tom squeezed out the door and closed it behind him. He went across the hall and got Kim a cup of beer and headed back toward the room. Matt was still outside with the others. He stopped Tom and asked how Kim was. Tom said, "She's fine. I'm getting her some beer and we're going to hide out and make sure those guys don't come back. Knock on the door if they do, Ok?" Matt smiled kind of slyly and said, "You got it buddy. Go take care of that beauty in there." As Tom opened the door and re-entered his dorm room, he noticed that Kim had settled down on the couch next to the door. She was breathing normally now and was anxiously awaiting his return. When she saw him, her face lit up a bit and she said, "Welcome back! Are they gone?" Tom took a step forward and offered her the drink he had brought for her. "Yeah, I think so. I thought we should probably stay in here a while longer though just to make sure." Kim took the cup and said, "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You never know when they may be back. "Here... ," Kim patted the cushion next to her, ."..sit down and keep me company while I hide." Tom had another sudden pang of... something... he couldn't place his finger on it. It was... like he had seen this before or... he had done this before. Deja vu! That's what it was! Tom was feeling deja vu like he had never felt before. He couldn't remember why though. He sat down next to Kim and they made small talk while they sipped their beers. Tom kept looking into Kim's bright, blue eyes and thinking to himself that she was absolutely perfect. It was as if she was his ideal girl... his dream girl. 'That's it!!!' thought Tom. He suddenly remembered the dream he'd had a couple of weeks ago. As he sat there and conversed with Kim, flirted with her, smiled at her, laughed at her quips and made jokes of his own, he realized that all of it was exactly like his dream. It was as if the whole evening had been scripted for him and he was just following along. Everything he said was scintillating. Everything he did was just right. All of a sudden, Tom felt a relief of tension and subsequent surge of confidence that he had never known before. His shyness virtually disappeared and was replaced with a modest confidence in himself. Tom almost subconsciously rationalized that since it seemed that the evening was following the dream exactly, it had to turn out as well as the dream did so no matter what he did or said, it had to be right. He wasn't a big believer in fate or destiny but if that's what was guiding him, if this was why he had the dream in the first place, then he was going to go with it 100%! Kim was chatting away about people she knew that Tom happened to know as well. She said, "You know, it's amazing with all of the same people we both seem to know that we'd never met before the other day." "Well... ," Tom said, "I'm really glad we did meet. If we hadn't, I wouldn't have had the chance to do this." And he leaned in close to Kim and kissed her, very gently and softly on the lips. Kim was a bit startled but she had actually been waiting for him to make a move since she sat down. When he broke off and leaned back a bit, she replied softly and very sexily, "Wow... I'm glad too. Otherwise I wouldn't get to do this." And this time, Kim leaned in and, putting her hands on Tom's cheeks, she returned his kiss with a bit more passion. Tom put his arms around Kim's waist and felt the small of her back as they kissed. At first it was tender and sweet; they both were taking it slow, exploring the feelings, the sensations, the emotions they were feeling. As the kissing continued, it got more passionate and hotter with each passing minute. They started exploring each other's lips and mouths with their tongues. They would suck on each others lips and Kim even nibbled and at one point outright bit Tom's lower lip as her excitement mounted. As they were making out, Tom was exploring Kim's entire body with his hands. At first it was just her back and shoulders. Then as they progressed, Tom moved down to Kim's shapely, and very firm he discovered, derrière. Kim had really nice hips and Tom rubbed his hands all over them. He would run his hands from the top of her back, slowly down until he reached the curve of her bottom, and then he cupped her and squeezed. Kim let out a little squeal that turned immediately into a soft moan. Tom could tell that she was a little turned on. Actually, much more than a little! Dream Date As Tom's thoughts were completely engrossed in what he was feeling with Kim, both mentally and physically, he didn't hear the door open behind him. Matt came in and started walking toward the bedroom. He stopped immediately when he saw Tom and Kim on the couch. Kim was facing the wall as she kissed Tom, and couldn't see Matt. Realizing this, Matt waited until Tom glanced up at him and then gave Tom a big smile and a thumbs-up sign. Tom returned it and then waved at him to leave, so Matt did, chuckling to himself. Matt despite his teasing, was actually an excellent friend and when he went into the bedroom, he grabbed his pillow and blanket, preparing to spend the rest of the night over at Stevie's. That is unless he got lucky himself, which would mean he'd be sleeping elsewhere. He decided that was a better choice and went to see who might be out in the hall who looked like they could use some company. Meanwhile, Tom and Kim were getting pretty hot and heavy on the couch together. They were both petting each other heavily as they kissed. Tom had moved his left hand around to caress Kim's right breast, which he found incredibly soft yet firm. Kim had really nice looking breasts that Tom discovered actually felt larger than they appeared. He thought to himself that perhaps she was wearing one of those minimizing bras or something because it felt like her bra was about to burst, as tight as it was. Kim seemed to like the attention to her chest too because every time Tom's hand ran across her nipple, she shivered a bit and let out a moan and then kissed him a little harder. As Tom caressed Kim, he moved from kissing her lips down to her neck. He started softly kissing the side of Kim's neck and then making little circles with his tongue. This seemed to drive Kim wild. She was moaning a little louder now and her hands were rubbing his chest and back firmly. Kim was getting really hot now and wanted to get even closer to Tom. She moved up next to him but since he was so tall, and she was more petite, she decided it would work better if she got on top of him. She swung her right leg up over his and sat up on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his right leg. Because Tom was leaning back a bit on the soft couch cushions, Kim had to lean forward to reach his mouth again to continue kissing. She was practically lying fully on Tom's chest when they resumed making out. To her surprise, and delight, she could feel his incredibly large, erect member bulging through his jeans underneath her. She was lying right on top of it and her pelvis and upper leg were pressing against it as she leaned forward. When she noticed it, she couldn't help herself. She reached down with her right hand and rubbed up and down the length of the bulge that was his hidden shaft. "My! What do we have here?" she giggled. Tom couldn't even voice a reply. All he could do was moan as Kim firmly rubbed his steel-hard member through his Levi's. 'This is turning out just like I dreamed it!', thought Tom. If it continued like this, he knew exactly what was going to happen next. As Kim straddled Tom, she decided she wanted to see his chest. He had to lose that shirt. Kim started unbuttoning Tom's shirt as she sat on his lap. Tom was kind of amazed at her. She was kissing him, rubbing her leg up and down his crotch, and unbuttoning his shirt... all at the same time. The sensations were almost overwhelming! When Kim reached the last button above his belt, Tom reached down and pulled the front of his shirt out so she could reach the final button. When Kim finished with that one, she pushed his shirt down off of his shoulders and then reached down to lift his t-shirt off as well. Tom accommodated her and he was bare-chested in moments. Kim ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his well-developed pecs, rubbing her hands from his muscular shoulders down to his flat stomach and back again. She was really enjoying this and obviously Tom was as well. Tom decided that it was only fair. "You turn!" he said as he reached down to pull her shirt up over her head. Kim didn't even hesitate. She raised her arms up over her head and Tom pulled her shirt off, revealing a black, lacy bra that to Tom's delight was a little small for her. Kim was almost spilling out of it. Tom reached up and started to fondle Kim's chest as she returned to rubbing his. Then Kim leaned down and started kissing Tom again. He really like the feeling of her body against his, skin to skin. Tom wanted it to be complete, so he reached around her and, one handed (he had learned this very well long ago), he gave the clasps a squeeze and her bra came undone. Kim sat up momentarily to shrug the garment off and Tom was more than impressed with Kim's chest. Her breasts were large and round but were rather firm and sat high on her chest, even unsupported. Her nipples were erect and standing at attention, pointing right at Tom. He reached up to cup her breast in his hand and caress it. Kim moaned a little but then she leaned back in to kiss Tom again. Her breasts compressing against Tom's chest as she lay atop him. The feeling was astounding! Her flesh just radiated warmth. Every millimeter of skin that was in contact with her was just screaming with signals of pleasure. Tom was reveling in the sensations of Kim's body as they embraced each other. He was happy just as he was for the moment but Kim had other plans. She reached down once again, and started to undo Tom's pants. She wanted to get her hands around that staff that she could feel against her body. Kim was extremely hot and horny now and it was a foregone conclusion that she was going to be making love to this guy tonight. Ironically, Tom already knew this but he wasn't about to explain that to anyone at the moment. Kim got Tom's fly undone and she proceeded to get up off of him so she could help him pull his pants off. Tom lifted his behind off the couch and started to push his jeans down but Kim reached in and grabbed his shorts as well. With a swift pull, she had relieved him of his pants and underwear and Tom was sitting on the couch completely naked, except for his socks. Kim reached down and pulled those off as well. She was looking at his erection with lust and fascination. Tom was a little larger than average. She noticed that it wasn't necessarily the length that set him apart but the width. Tom had an unusually thick member and Kim wanted badly to get her hands on it. She knelt down in front of him and wrapped her hand around his shaft. Her petite fingers could barely make it around. She wrapped her other hand around it and started to move them up and down his length. Tom was in heaven! Kim's touch was like an electric shock that coursed throughout his body. She leaned in a little closer and started to lick his head. She swirled her tongue around the crown of his member and then up and down the entire shaft. Her right hand stayed around him while her left moved down to cup and caress his balls. Tom was moaning in ecstasy. Kim was making him hotter than he had ever been before. When she finally put his head into her mouth, he thought he was going to die. The sensation was pure heaven. She continued giving Tom head for a few minutes until he had to make her stop. He didn't want to end it here and he knew it was the right time. He stood her up and scooted himself forward until he was sitting on the edge of the couch. Then he undid her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs. He ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs and then moved to caressing the insides. He would run his hands up until just before he touched her soaked panties... and then he would work his way back down her legs. Then he hooked his fingers into the sides of Kim's black, lace-trimmed panties that obviously came with the bra, and pulled them down her legs too. They were both naked now and Tom was brimming with lust for Kim. He reached up between her legs and extremely lightly touched her mound. Kim quivered with excitement. She was dying to have him inside her but his touch was so nice, she couldn't move at the moment. Tom slid his thumb down between her thighs and felt her little button-shaped clitoris. The moment he touched it, Kim lost it. She squealed and moaned out loud as a wave of pleasure shot through her. She was a little shocked at this because nobody had ever excited her so much that she had orgasmed immediately like that. Granted it was a smaller one but none-the-less, it was great! Kim couldn't take anymore of this and told Tom so. "Oh Tom, baby, I want you inside of me right now. I want you to make love to me... Right Now!" she said as she pushed him back onto the couch and proceeded to straddle his lap. Tom was more than willing to comply. He scooted back onto the couch and leaned back as far as it allowed while Kim climbed up into his lap and grabbed his member with her hand. She leaned a little to the side and guided his head to her opening... and then, slowly... she pushed her weight down to force his length inside of him. She was incredibly wet and he had no problem slipping inside. He could feel her muscles twitching around his shaft and the intense warmth that radiated from her and surrounded his member. It took a few moments for Kim to get Tom's entire length inside her. When she finally did, though, she just sat on top of him with her hands oh his chest and reveled in the sensation of it. It was unbelievable! She had never felt so full before in her life. She could feel his rod throbbing and pulsing inside of her with every heartbeat. Slowly at first and then increasingly faster, Kim started to move her body up and down. She loved the feeling of Tom sliding in and out of her. Tom loved it too. Kim's hands were resting on his chest, supporting her, while his were exploring every inch of her. Kim leaned forward a bit and Tom found her bust right in his face. He lifted his head and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and licking it with his tongue. Kim yelped happily and leaned even further toward Tom to accommodate him. Their rhythm was increasing with every passing moment. Tom was thrusting upward to meet every downstroke of Kim's. He could feel her bottom slapping against his thighs now as he thrust into her. The momentum was building and so was Tom's orgasm. He could feel it welling up inside him and knew that there was nothing that could stop it now. Kim was also reaching her peak. Her body was tensing and she could feel her climax reaching the apex. Then, all at once, Kim's muscles contracted with the first wave of her orgasm and her walls clamped down around Tom's shaft inside of her, causing him to erupt as well. They both let out a passionate scream and held each other tightly as they both came together. It seemed to last forever. Kim was moaning and yelling, "Oh God! Baby! Yes, yes, yes! Oh yeah! Oooooh!" While Tom was still thrusting into her moaning, "Oh Kim! Baby! Oh yeah! Uungh! Whoooaaa! Ooh Kim." They both started to come down and the tidal wave of pleasure washed over them and passed. Kim collapsed into Tom's arms and lay on him breathing heavily. She finally looked up and smiled at him warmly. "Wow! That was great! I've never felt that good before." "Thanks!" Tom replied, "Me too. You were phenomenal!" Kim smiled and said, "Thanks baby! You wanna go into your bedroom and do it again?" Tom grinned uncontrollably. "Oh yeah!" he said to her. Kim looked at him a little seriously and said, "You know Tommy, this whole evening has been perfect. I've wanted to get to know you and be with you for the longest time. You couldn't have been more wonderful. I don't know why but it seems as if you couldn't have made a wrong move tonight if you tried. It's almost like a dream come true." Tom looked at her and smiled very warmly. "You have no idea, Kim. You have no idea." Dream Date Every first date is an interview. I hate them. I'd much rather be looking into a handsome man's eyes and thinking about his cock in my mouth or my ass than trying to sidestep questions I don't want to answer, respond evasively to personal queries, or give half-true or noncommittal replies to interrogations that seem to address topics that I consider to intimate or delicate to discuss with a stranger (because any man, on a first date, is a stranger). "What do you do for a living?" my date, a handsome-as-hell curly-haired brunette with brown eyes, a strong, square chin, broad shoulders, washboard abs, and an overall muscular build, asked me over the bacon and eggs we were having for breakfast. "Teach," I said. "Where?" "At a small private school." "In Nevada?" "Uh, yeah." "In Vegas?" "Sometimes." "Sometimes?" "The school has several locations. One's in Las Vegas. Another's in Pahrump. I teach both places and at the branch in Henderson, too." "You sound awfully busy. You sure you have time for a relationship?" "I'm sure." "Do you like teaching?" A shrug. "It's all right." "What do you teach?" As the interview continues, I begin to think that, as handsome as this guy is, maybe I made a mistake in meeting him. "Sex education," I answer his latest question, lying. This latest first date didn't go well. Martin (if that's his actual name) drove me home, and, even though it was only a little after noon, I had a strawberry daiquiri, relaxed in my hot tub, and took a nap. In my dreams, I envisioned what I have since come to call My Ideal First Date. This is how it unfolds: He's blonde, like me, and as bronzed and handsome as a Greek god, with perfect facial features; a strong neck; broad shoulders; a deep chest; washboard abs; muscular arms; a sculpted back; sleek, compact buttocks; and a perfect package. He is unlike the Greek gods as they were portrayed in paint and marble only in this respect: he was circumcised. His name was Michael, and he, like me, was naked. His beautiful cock stood upright against his chiseled stomach, thick and hard and waiting above the tight pouch of his risen scrotum. We are seated side by side on his divan. He reaches for my own erect penis, taking the rigid stalk of my manhood in his fist and giving it several quick, firm squeezes; a thrill runs down my spine and seems to explode inside my balls. I moan, and he licks the side of my face, his tongue wet and soft against my cheek and jaw. I moan again, and he begins to masturbate me, his fist riding up and down upon the taut flesh of my prick. Involuntarily, my thighs begin to spasm, and he stops, knowing that I am near the point of no return. It is too soon to permit me the sweet, intense release of orgasm and the ejaculation of my seed. "Suck my cock," Michael orders, and I slide off the divan and kneel before my god, taking his swollen erection between my rounded lips. It has a firm, rubbery feel, but tastes of nothing. I am delighted to discover that he has perfumed his loins with cologne. I let my rounded lips slide down his shaft, feeling the sleek skin slide past until I have taken all of his magnificent cock into the warm-soft-wetness of my mouth that I can manage to engulf. It is now Michael who moans. The sound of his pleasure excites me, and I began to suck him in earnest, my head bobbing up and down, up and down, more and more rapidly as my lips pump his prick with vigor and enthusiasm. Michael groans again, and I pause to lick and kiss his rigid column of flesh before continuing to fellate him. Michael's thighs quake, and his erection lurches and strains inside my oral embrace. His balls have risen inside his shrunken scrotum, and I know that he is near orgasm. I want to stop, to prolong his pleasure by way of allowing him to anticipate his orgasm and his ejaculation, but I am too excited, and I continue to suck him as heartily as I can, bouncing my face up and down on his crotch, all the while gently squeezing and kneading the silken flesh of his scrotum and tenderly rolling his testicles against one another inside the contracted pouch. Even near orgasm, Michael has more presence of mind than I have, and he pulls his penis out of my mouth and away from my face, squeezing the shaft of his cock in his fist. He has prevented himself from ejaculating. I look at his lovely, hard cock, with surprise and annoyance. I was looking forward to the jets of his thick, warm, salty semen over my tongue and against the inner walls of my cheeks and the roof of my mouth. Instead of breakfasting upon the food of the gods, I am denied the divine sustenance, the nectar, of his seed. He stepped out from in front of me. "Lean over the divan," he said, "I want to fuck you in the ass." Delighted, I did as I'd been told, bracing my weight upon my elbows and leaning well forward, the right side of my head pressing against the back of the couch. I spread my knees as far apart as I could, and Michael positioned himself between my spread thighs. There was a moment's pause, and then I felt the tip of his glans point against the cleavage of my ass. The glans forced aside the inward-curving slopes of my derriere as Michael pressed his organ forward. The firm shaft spread my buttocks before its advance, and his penis penetrated my anus. He paused with just the glans inside my fluttering asshole, waiting for the spasms to subside before renewing his invasion of my bowels. Inch by slow inch, he fed his massive organ into my ass, the smooth column of flesh sliding between the silken globes of my smooth, creamy buttocks. Finally, he had buried his cock inside me to its very hilt, and I felt the rasp of his pubic hair against my satiny butt cheeks. He paused again, letting me anticipate the hammering he was about to give my bottom, and I felt an electric thrill inside my balls. "I'm going to fuck you, deep and hard," he announced, and, in my mind, I pleaded with him to do just that. I felt his huge member withdraw slowly through my impaled anus. Another pause, and then he rammed his cock home, shoving all eight inches of his massive organ through my asshole and into my bowels, cramming my ass with his thick, hard prick. Again and again, his penis assaulted my ass, until he was fucking me violently, as if he were raping me. He slammed hard into my buttocks, before wrenching his cock back, until just the glans remained within the ring of my sphincter, and then slamming his erection through the orifice with renewed vigor, hammering my bottom mercilessly, the sleek mounds of my buttocks flattening before each thrust and bouncing back before his every momentary retreat. He was tireless, and, it seemed, immune to passion. Although I'd brought him to the verge of orgasm when I'd sucked his cock, he now seemed incapable of coming. He continued to assault my ass, his cock a fleshly piston pumping inside the cylinder of my rectum with impersonal, machine-like efficiency. I moaned with pleasure and groaned with pain. Most likely, he watched his prick appear and vanish again and again inside my impaled ass, observing the thick, hard member sliding back and forth between my buttocks and within the snug circle of my anal sphincter and studying the bouncing of my quivering, dancing ass cheeks. Finally, after what seemed hours, even Michael could no longer deny the passion that flooded his loins, and I felt the convulsive spasms of his thighs as he shoved his cock as deep as he could inside my ass, crushing the soft-firm globes beneath his sweating belly and pressing his balls into the lower swells of my bottom. He moaned long and loud as he emptied the reservoir of his thick, warm semen into my bowels. Afterward, as we sat naked, side by side, on the divan, and he stroked my still-stiff cock, he smiled at me for the first time, showing me his charming dimples and the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. "So," he began, "what's your name?" Dream Date Who would have thought it; I was reduced to finding a partner on the Internet? I had read about these dating web sites and though dubious I found one, completed my details and waited. A few days went by and I heard nothing. I waited a few weeks and still I heard nothing. I turned to an old girlfriend for advice. I'd known Julia since school and though close our relationship was plutonic and I loved her like a sister. She was quick to help and offered to come round and have a look at my profile. A few days later, beer in hand, she was sitting next to me on my sofa, laptop on her knee. She wasn't impressed. She felt my profile was all-wrong, it didn't paint a true picture of my personality and my photo didn't do me justice. All in all she wasn't surprised I'd had no one enquiring about me. First we had a long conversation about my ideal woman. I told her in nauseous detail; tall, slim, hourglass figure, long blonde straight hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. She was disappointed that I hadn't mentioned her character. 'You know,' I said, 'someone like you but feminine.' Not surprisingly this agitated her, as Julia was short, over weight, with black curly hair and dark brown eyes with a mannish appearance. 'You don't deserve someone like me, you're shallow, fickle and too fucking picky for your own good.' she screamed. You're despicable.' I shrugged my shoulders. She was probably right but I couldn't help it. I trusted her implicitly and let her have free reign. I gave her my password and she merrily changed my profile while I popped out and got some more beer from the local off-licence. On my return she proudly showed me what she had done. I wasn't very pleased and needed another beer. I no longer sounded like a man. She made me sound effeminate, weak and submissive. She had changed my profile name from 'Leaping Tiger' to 'Pretty Petal,' said I enjoyed dancing, playing the flute and digital photography. I was a follower of fashion and I loved long walks in the country, the theatre, cooking and entertaining. Only the digital photography bit was true. I sounded like a complete wet sissy. 'Today's woman wants a sensitive guy who can look after themselves, be caring and loving, not some athletic hunk who plays golf all weekend and drinks down the pub.' 'But I don't play the flute or go to the theatre.' I moaned. She laughed, 'That's a creative license, how many hopefuls give a true profile, besides you enjoy cooking and entertaining. Don't be so whiny, trust me on this, what do you stand to lose?' 'Ok ' I say, 'but fashion, I had never considered myself a follower.' She looked at my jeans and T-shirt then the goofy picture of me on my web profile.' She nodded in agreement, 'Show me your wardrobe and perhaps we can find something more appropriate.' Minutes later she was rummaging through my closest and chest-of-draws as if she was my mother. I could tell by her sighs that she wasn't impressed. I left her to it and poured us another drink. At least I was having fun and by now I was feeling quite intoxicated. On my return she had found an old pair of trousers and a colourful shirt. I didn't recognise them at first then realised they weren't mine but cast-offs from an old girlfriend. I laughed. 'That's a women's blouse, I think and a pair of ladies trousers,' I said. 'I'm not wearing them.' Julia smiled and her fingers where already tugging at my belt as if my words had fallen on deaf ears. 'You really have to trust me. A future girlfriend wants to see you in something colourful and bright and all your wardrobe consists of is blue jeans and black and grey tops. Dull, dull, dull. Now don't be such a baby. It's only a photograph I'm going to take, they won't be able to see detail.' I grin sheepishly and reluctantly let her pull my jeans down and T-shirt off like a mother undressing a child. Dressed in just my underpants her hands were soon all over my smooth willowy legs like a rash. 'My goodness', she gasps, 'your legs are amazing you keep them well hidden. They're so long and smooth. Do you shave and moisturise? You shouldn't be covering them up.' Flattered I smirk but ignore her remarks. The slacks where as you can imagine incredibly tight on my bum showing every curve but straight legged and flowing almost like old fashioned flares. My baggy underpants caused the trousers to bunch and crease rather unsightly. 'I'm not sure if these will give off the right message. They're quite obviously for women.' I say, 'they have no front fly, no pockets and a side zip. Men's trousers just aren't designed that way.' Julia was disappointed too. 'You'll have to take those awful underpants off,' she said. 'They're making your bum look deformed.' My eyes widened and I felt myself blush. 'Don't be daft,' I said. 'But those underpants are truly awful you should be ashamed. You're a typical guy, have you no shame?' She then rubbed her chin thoughtfully, 'there is an alternative,. She grins sheepishly like a naughty schoolboy. She rolls her eyes. 'Have you got any panties from your old conquests?' she almost spat the words. I was reluctant to admit, I had but she didn't wait for me to answer and soon found a minuscule pair of silk panties with lace trim in a top draw. 'l don't believe you,' she said laughingly, 'all these girlfriends leaving their clothes here at your stud pad. Where are these beauties now or are you telling me porkies and these pretty things are really yours?' I stare at her aghast 'They're not mine, stupid,' and blush as she slid them up my legs. I wiggle my hips sending a unexpected yet delightful warm sensation sweep through me as the soft silk caressed my cock like a glove and the lace tickled my skin. The slacks glided up my legs and hugged my bum like a long lost friend, this time with no unsightly creases. With their polyester mix they slid over the panties like slippery eels heightening the wild sensations that now careered throughout my body like a crashing car. Though all was not right, rather alarmingly because of the tightness of the material they now stretched across my bum like the skin on a snare drum hugging every contour and I easily saw a visible panty line. 'For crying out loud,' I shouted. 'You can see I'm wearing girls panties.' I reach down to take them off but Julia smacks my hands away as if a child stealing sweets off a counter. She smiled dismissively and I saw just a trace of satisfaction. 'Actually,' she said, 'I think you look rather hot and don't worry no one will notice.' I pulled the long colourful top down over my bum in an attempt to hide the obvious but it just made matters worse. The shirt wasn't a shirt or even a blouse but a short silk jersey dress with full-length tie sleeves and a scooped neck. I shuddered, closed my eyes, screwed up my face into a snarl and stamped my feet like a child in a supermarket. 'This is crazy,' I gasp but Julia ignored my tantrum choosing to pull it about until it hung correctly making my shoulders look slight and my arms slender. I smelt the feminine perfume immediately and the soft, silky fabric tickled my skin sending shock waves like electric current through me. My cock began to throb excitedly, straining against the tight panties that where cocooned in the stretchy slacks and I began to feel strangely aroused. I resumed my usual calm and felt my cock dampen with precum. Not wanting to make a spectacle of myself I closed the bedroom curtains as Julia returned to my wardrobe like a squirrel looking for stored nuts. She rooted right at the back and at one point I thought she might climb in. 'When did you last say you had a girlfriend,' she said finding another dress, a paisley mini skirt, a pencil skirt and a black wrap. 'These are gorgeous I'm surprised they didn't want them back. You've got a women's wardrobe squirreled away.' As if a pirate hunting for buried treasure she crossed the room and rummaged in my chest-of-draws and found tights, more panties, stockings and a bra. I blushed. 'I really need to do a clear out,' I say. Next Julia was on the bed beside me rummaging in her tiny make-up bag that she had pulled from her shoulder bag. 'Now I know you'll complain but just bear with me while I explain... Your eyes are the windows to your soul and your lips must be plump and kissable if you want to be sexy.' she laughs and gives me a cheeky grin. 'Your current picture makes you very lifeless and unattractive. I don't know what you where thinking of when you put on that shirt for the picture it makes you look ashen.' Don't worry I will only add a little powder here and there to give you some extra colour. All the actors on TV wear a smattering of make-up for the camera.' So I sat there bemused and slightly sozzeled in girlish slacks and a mini dress on the pretence that she was making me more appealing as she plucked my eyebrows, dusted my eye lids with shadow, lengthened my eye lashes with mascara and painted my lips with a bright lipstick. It struck me as more than a little powder but frankly I enjoyed the attention and the alcohol had made me rather woozy and sleepy. 'I hope you know what you're doing,' I mutter in dismay as she brushed my hair as I felt myself transformed. She nodded like a make-up artist on a film set but was concentrating so much she said nothing. A minute later she's shooting me with her digital camera as if a gun and telling jokes to make me laugh but by now I was sufficiently drunk to laugh at anything. She made me stand, sit, bend and crouch and strike a variety of poses like a model in a clothes catalogue. Finished she loaded the best pictures onto my web site but refused to show me until done. It's true I could have changed at that point back into my tatty jeans and T-shirt but I now rather enjoyed wearing the smart slacks and mini dress. I was later horrified with the pictures she loaded. They made me look very suspect. It wasn't obvious as to my sex. I could easily be a girl or a boy and even reading my profile didn't help despite it saying I was a male. I looked like a young, happy girl wearing make-up. I was furious and felt duped but it was late in the day and after losing count of the number of drinks I'd drunk, I was past caring and decided to avoid an argument. I didn't want to upset a friend so I thought I'd change it in the morning... Or so I thought. Just before leaving something inexplicable happened to Julia. She looked at me oddly and I saw a strange sparkle in her eyes. At the time I wasn't sure if it was due to the alcohol we had consumed but there was no mistaking her mood changed. As she offered to help me undress I felt a little uneasy. I was quite capable of changing myself but she was most insistent and I was soon standing in front of her again her nimble fingers pulling my stretchy slacks down yet again. With nothing on my legs, the mini dress came into its own falling just below my groin transforming my appearance yet again. It was now unmistakably a woman's dress even a blind man wouldn't confuse it with a shirt and with my legs exposed I felt naked and humiliated. 'Oh my goodness,' she gasped walking around me, eyes on stalks, staring at my long slender legs poking from under the material. 'You look amazing.' She darts over to my wardrobe and pulls a pair of discarded heels from the bottom of my cupboard and before I know it I'm slipping them onto my feet without a care in the world as if in a hypnotic trance. Fortunately I've only small feet and they fit incredibly well to the surprise of us both. I stand upright and totter around the room, the dress feeling very much like a dress as the hem tickles my sensitive thighs like a thousand tiny hands. 'You look stunning,' Julia says again gesturing that I look at myself in the wall mirror. I gazed at my refection hardly able to comprehend the beautiful image that reflected back at me. 'I do look very pretty,' I say. 'Indeed,' Julia was smiling. Her face was so calm it was beautiful. 'You would send many men's heart fluttering. You look very comfortable.' She was right I felt terrific. I enjoyed the sensation and despite being unfamiliar with baring my legs I began to get hot and excited. This scared me somewhat and in a weird dream I bent to pick up the slacks, which were lying crumpled on the floor. Julia squeals with delight. 'I can see your panties,' she sings merrily. 'Aren't you the pretty one?' 'Stop it,' I say but my voice wasn't near strong enough and lacked conviction. She could tell I enjoyed the openness of the dress and the air around my legs and above all I enjoyed feeling like a woman. Confidently she rummaged back inside my draw like a child at a fair playing lucky dip in a barrel of sawdust. She squealed with delight as she found a prize - a pair of old girlfriends tights.' 'Whose where these?' she said brandishing them in the air and without waiting for a reply or even asking she pushed me backwards onto a chair. I'm not really sure what came over me as I kicked off my shoes and Julia scrunched one leg of the tights in her hand. I was in a drunken trance as I offered her a toe and seizing the opportunity she slipped it over my foot like a net. I gasped as she slid it up my thigh then repeated the process on the other foot. Both feet cocooned I stood up to let her slide them further up my legs. There was no denying it they felt amazing and as my cock spasamed I feared that I might ejaculate. What would Julia think of me I mused so to avoid any further embarrassment I bit my bottom lip and slipped the heels back on. Remarkable I now felt dressed and less foolish when I wore just the dress over bare legs. True I felt like a young lady but I revelled in the warm sensations that where hurtling throughout my body. Julia fetches us both yet another drink and I sit back on the sofa carefully, drink in hand, and crossed legs so as not to flash my panties again. My tights rasp like a saw drawn through wood and I feel wonderful. Julia sits beside me and we chat for a few minutes. Then to my surprise she shuffles closer so that she's almost facing me, takes my glass and places it on the floor. She then casually puts a hand on my knee. Now that in itself wasn't extraordinary as she was quite a touchy, feely person but this was different and her wandering hand was soon under my skirt sliding in-between my thighs. With her wearing the trousers and me in the dress I felt very defenceless and weak. But I couldn't control my pulsing cock and it strains against my flimsy panties until it breaks free. I shuffle in the sofa causing my dress to slide alluring over my tights and panties like a skater on ice. Julia simultaneously lunges forward and her mouth hovers over mine like a bee about to extract pollen from a flower as she pushes me backwards into the sofa and her hand slides further up my skirt until it brushes against my cock. She pings the gusset of my tights and kisses me passionately her tongue probing deeply but with the tables turned I panic and feel out of control. I struggle to get up but with a magical strength she pushes me backwards and almost paralysed with surprise I fear rape. 'Stop it,' I manage to cry pulling my mouth from her lips and with a burst of energy I pull myself free. I stand, trembling and brush down my dress unsure what to say. She looked cross and rejected and I expected a scene and wondered if I should have succumb to her advances. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I don't know what came over me.' I was surprised that she was so accepting but to be honest it wasn't as if I had been leading her on. What did she expect? I don't automatically bed every woman that comes into my house. Besides this was Julia not some tart I'd picked up in a club. 'That's ok,' I say. But I'm not sure if it was. My old friend Julia was hitting on me as if a guy and I felt very uneasy. She left quickly after that and alone in my tiny flat dressed in the mini dress I was left pondering how this wasn't going to affect our relationship. Next day when I went into my online date profile I was amazed to find a full inbox with over twenty interested people all wanting to date me. I was made up... Until I read their messages. They where all weird. Most of them had assumed I was a crossdresser as feared and I enjoyed dressing as a woman. In a panic I quickly tried to change my profile but found my so-called friend, Julia had changed my password so I could read only. Angrily I read my emails again. But since her efforts had generated more responses than ever I thought I'd give them a second chance. I read the emails with a bemused sense of interest. Some where bizarre others erotic making wild and rude suggestions. One wanted to see me dressed in lingerie on all fours with my flute up my arse. Another wanted to know if I'd dress as a policewoman and let them bind me with rope, blind-fold me and put a ball gag in my mouth as they urinated over me. Another openly wanted to take me for a meal, dancing and then back to theirs so they could fuck me. I was horrified. The whole experience was an eye opener. I felt so nieve and inexperienced. And what a mixed bag as though I was quite explicit with who I wanted to meet none of the women who supplied photographs where blonde or had blue eyes. Many where from men and others from women who looked like men none where what I considered feminine. Out of my full inbox only one sounded totally normal and though no photo was supplied she said she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Had I found my perfect partner? Julia rang a few days later and never mentioned me wearing the dress or hitting on me, instead she asked me if I'd heard anything from the dating agency. I told her how I had sorted them into three piles; no way, maybe and yes definitely. Julia asked to come round to see my selection. She didn't seem as surprised as I as she flicked through my inbox messages and though she agreed with my 'yes' selection she enthusiastically favoured the girl with no photograph above any of the others. Though despite her views I thought I was foolish to put all my eggs in one basket so I replied to all of my 'yes' selection A few days later a couple replied out of courtesy but had obviously lost interest, some never bothered to even reply and some of them I hated the sound of but one girl intrigued me. She was called Lucy and surprise; surprise was the girl with no photo. And that's how we began our cyber relationship. We exchanged half a dozen emails and I learnt about her hobbies, the music she liked, the films she watched and the books she read. She sounded fantastic and unlike the others she ignored my feminine photographs until. I told her I was going shopping that weekend for clothes. My passing comment opened a sluice gate. She began asking me a series of really odd questions. She wanted to know if I liked tights or stockings and if I preferred dresses or skirts and when I told her I was only buying a shirt and tie for work she seemed bitterly disappointed. 'No new panties decorated with ribbons, bows and lace then,' came her reply. I was mystified. And dismissed her comment as a joke but after coming back from the shops I received another email. 'What did you really buy?' she asked, 'Figure hugging lace panties or a skimpy thong?' I ignored her questions but the next day she asked me about my profile photographs. She appeared fascinated with what I was wearing. Who made my top? What was it exactly and did my trousers have a fly zipper. 'Don't be coy,' she wrote. 'I'm not stupid I can tell you're wearing a mini dress over women's slacks.' I froze to my keyboard and hurriedly typed a response. 'It's just a bright top and tight trousers,' I type back. 'Yeah right,' came the reply, 'and why are you wearing make-up?' Dream Date I'd forgotten about my stage make-up and terrified, I stopped replying to her emails. I'd been caught red handed and I cursed Julia for potentially jeopardising my new ideal relationship. I stopped communicating with her and didn't reply for days. I still checked my inbox and each night she sent me a note asking me to reply and each night I deleted it. She confessed to liking my picture and what I wore and not to be so shy. She asked to see more of me but by this she meant she wanted to see me in a skimpy dress showing even more flesh. Every night when I came home from work and changed I saw in the wardrobe the girls clothes that Julia had neatly rearranged at one end. They reminded me of Lucy and after a particularly bad day at work I succumb to another of her begging emails. But instead of just sending a text I searched my laptop and found the photos Julia took of me wearing just the dress with tights and high heels on. I thought long and hard before sending her a reply with a few choice pictures - I still didn't know who this mysterious woman was... And was she even a woman. I didn't want to lose her so after some sole searching I took a deep breath and hit send. Her reply was almost instantaneous. She was delighted and incredibly complimentary. She admired my long willowy legs, my narrow waist and slender arms. She even thought my face was soft and feminine. I thought I might be repulsed by her comments but the more I read her flattering compliments the harder my cock became. I poured myself a stiff drink, drew my bedroom curtains and stripped. For the first time since being with Julia I leafed through my trophy girls clothes collection as if browsing through a fashionable boutique. The voices of angels inside my head told me what to do and I had soon made a selection. I wore a navy and pink drop-waist cotton dress over white lace panties, bra and tights. Slipping on a pair of court shoes I soon found myself skipping about my room like a lovesick teenager. As if in heaven, I danced to my ipod and with my eyes shut, my hands were soon inside my panties. I didn't feel any shame as I yanked my cock vigorously. Happiness soon followed as I burst into my hand with more vigour than I can recall. Exhausted and flaccid I collapsed on my bed and still wearing my wet, soiled panties fell into a deep, blissful sleep. 'I want you to wear a pretty paisley mini skirt,' Lucy asked in her next email. No explanation. Just one simple specific instruction. By some remarkable coincidence I had one. The thought excited me and I did as she asked slipping into tights, sling-backs and a cream top. I'd even become a dab hand with my camera. Securing it on a tripod and setting it with a delay timer. Lucy was delighted with my appearance but she still wouldn't send me a picture of herself or arrange a meeting. The following day she became even more adventurous. She wanted to see me in something even more specific - a gold lame mini-dress but this time she wanted my composition to be more interesting. She wanted me to show off my digital photography skills as well as my panties. Again fortuitously I owned such a garment. It was odd that she knew that hiding in my wardrobe left over from a wild party and a forgetful girlfriend was just a gold lame dress. It was as if Lucy knew what cast-offs I had in my wardrobe. Her questions where odd yet I didn't want to lose her so I wore it as requested and photographed myself. But this time I didn't just photograph myself standing as if in a family album I sat and stood in a variety of poses I'd copied from a women's magazine. I interpreted the poses slightly differently and posed making sure the more observant would notice my sexy panties. I sat with my legs slightly apart for one and I bent coyly over for another. My award winning shot was of me hiking my dress up to my waist so I could adjust my stocking clasp. Lucy was impressed and continued to ask me to pose for her. Over the following weeks, every few days she gave me a different request. Wrap dress, pencil skirt, swimming costume etc. As our cyber relationship blossomed I developed a fondness for dressing up and when asked I openly confessed to cross dressing. It's what she wanted to hear I was sure and I didn't want to disappoint. Her response was immediate and enthusiastic and the following night after my confession she sent me some photographs of herself. I was delighted. She was a sex bomb and matched my exacting requirements in every way with shoulder length blonde hair, a perfect slim but curvy figure, blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She dressed femininely and felt as if I'd won the lottery - she was more than I could have dreamed of. She had a natural sexiness that could make a bin-liner look seductive and the sexy images of her launched a flood of fantasises. One image was of her prancing around in a beautiful pair of panties and a matching bra. She had great legs, superb boobs and a washboard stomach. The underwear fitted her like a wet dream. That night I celebrated not with a beer as one might expect but instead I wore a black bra, panties and suspenders. I lay across my large white bed and dreamt of Lucy. My body became weightless and I moved gracefully as if floating. I dreamt of being a beautiful girl just like Lucy. I went to the most hip clubs, I shopped in the fashionable boutiques, I wore pretty dresses and high-heeled shoes. In fact I did everything I imagined Lucy doing. I worked in a smart office, I was bought lunch by the young men and taken out in the evening. I even skipped barefoot in a field of poppies - the inevitable happened and I came to the sound of a thousand shooting stars. One night when checking my email she came on-line. It was fun as for the first time we chatted, exchanging mails as if next to each other. She asked me what I was wearing at that very moment and judging by her tone she didn't expect me to be in jeans and a T-shirt as I was, so not wanting to disappoint I told a lie. A big fat lie, but doesn't everyone one on the Internet? I said I was entertaining friends later so was wearing a black crepe dress with high heels and black fishnet stockings. I could tell by her response that she was terribly excited. She wanted to know what panties I had on and how I had done my hair then without warning she logged off. I was quite disappointed but a few minutes later, to my surprise, Julia knocked on the door. I was pleased to see her but she seemed really disappointed to see me dressed in only T-shirt and jeans. 'Not going out?' she asked. I wasn't sure where Lucy lived other than she was local. I kept suggesting we meet but she kept refusing and she could tell I was getting frustrated so as a token of gratitude for my patience she said she wanted to send me a gift for being so good. I panicked so I asked Julia if I could give her address. I knew it was a risk as despite my new friends seemingly nice nature I had no idea who she was or her intentions. I wasn't even entirely convinced that it was a girl, you really can't be too careful. Julia surprisingly agreed and a few days later an ominous parcel was delivered. Julia gave it to me with delight. I didn't recognise the postmark and the address was typed. Unsure of its contents I refused to open it in front of her instead I opened it later that night alone. It was a beautiful shoulder length blonde wig of a style very similar to Lucy's and the very panties she wore in the bedroom photograph. I couldn't resist trying it on but before doing so I dressed in a lacy bra, matching panties and my favourite paisley mini-skirt combo. I'd never worn a wig before and therefore nothing prepared me for the breathtaking transformation. It framed my face beautifully. Wearing her panties was a revelation. Every time I was able to comply with her dressing requests then she hit me with bombshell - she wanted to see me in a wedding dress. I had to read the email twice before it sunk in. 'I want to see you as a blushing bride in a long silk bridal gown with a train and a veil.' It read. 'It must be sleeveless and you are to wear long white elbow length gloves. I want to see pretty romantic lingerie and white stockings, with your feet in a pair of dainty white court shoes. Do this for me and we can then meet.' I scoured Ebay for weeks but to no avail and every night she seemed to get more disappointed with my lack of success. I even thought she might give up on me so to appease her and keep her interested I would wear something from my blossoming clothes collection and send her the picture. With my new confidence I bought more skirts, dresses, tops and shoes. It seemed to do the trick and keep her interested but eventually my patience paid off and I struck lucky. I bid on a gorgeous sleeveless wedding dress just as Lucy described. I took a guess with the sizing and hoped it wouldn't attract many bidders. I waited patiently for the auction to be over and to my delight I won it. Lucy was ecstatic with the effort I had put towards my wedding photos and as a reward she said we could meet. I was made up but there was a condition that made the hairs on the back of my neck tingle with excitement. I had to wear my paisley mini skirt and her panties and dress convincingly as a woman. What was I to do? Agree to her wishes or never see my dream date. After much deliberation I accepted the challenge. I chose a pub out of town so as not to be recognised. It was a quintessential, old English pub that I thought I could mingle in unnoticed. I had drunk there before and remembered it was dimly lit with lots of hidden alcoves to hide in. I spent hours getting ready. I took a luxurious bath in a fragrant oil, I shaved my legs and under arms. I moisturised all over and dressed in my best panties. I wore a close matching bra and slipped on a pair of tights. The mini skirt was incredibly revealing but over the past few weeks I'd become accustomed to wearing it so I felt relaxed and confident. I painted my nails, brushed my wig and made up my face. I darted out of my house after checking the coast was clear and sat in my car heart beating ten to the dozen. I had plenty of time but was horrified to find my aged car had two flat tyres. I had never had two flat tyres before and wondered if it was the work of vandals but I didn't have time to worry -- if I didn't leave soon I'd be late and if I missed Lucy I assumed she would never forgive me. The situation seemed hopeless, as it was too late to email Lucy that I would be late and was inappropriately dressed to be changing a wheel by the roadside so I nipped back home and dialled a cab. It was only when I was half way there did I realise it would have been wise to have brought a change of clothing as I had no idea what the evening would bring. The taxi driver was rather sweet and could tell I was nervous but I got my first compliment and he was oblivious to my identity. He found the country pub and I was early. A group of young local girls arrived in another car so stepping out of the taxi, I thanked the driver and tagged on behind them surreptitiously. It worked and no one noticed my entrance. But inside I got my second shock of the evening as since I'd last been it had been modernised into a trendy bar with bright lights and only a few comfy sofas. It was also packed with pretty girls and lads on the pull. I winced with embarrassment but bit my bottom lip and walked deeper inside my heels tapping noisily on the wooden floor. I ordered myself an orange juice and sat in a relatively quite corner. I was petrified. I looked like a girl waiting for her boyfriend. A handsome young man approached and asked me if I wanted a drink. Flattered I politely refused and with some relief he moved on to the group of girls I entered with. I watched the door like a hawk eagerly awaiting my mystery dream girl, Lucy. Then to my horror in walked a familiar figure dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I recognised her immediately... I tried to shrink into the corner and hide behind my juice but it was useless dressed as I was I stood out like a sore thumb. Julia saw me. I pretended not to notice. Think about it, why should she recognise me? I looked nothing like my former self in a blonde wig with a full face of make-up dressed as a fashionable young girl. I hoped she didn't recognise my paisley mini skirt from my wardrobe. I put my handbag on my lap and prayed. With relief she goes to the bar, chats to the barman and orders a drink. She looks round again as if looking for someone. I stare at my juice and fiddle awkwardly with a beer mat hoping she will sit down. I don't look up but hear a woman's heels on the floor. 'Excuse me,' says a familiar voice, 'is anyone sitting here.' She points to the leather armchair chair beside me. I smile awkwardly and without waiting for a reply she sits down. I cower in silence as I become very conscious of my short mini and long slender legs. My mind races as I wonder how I can possibly justify dressing in women's clothes. 'Looks like we've both been stood up,' she says warmly. I smile sweetly but say nothing and consider bolting for the door. Minutes pass like hours and I dare not even move my legs terrified she might recognise a mannerism. 'Are you wearing my panties?' she asked. I thought I'd misheard her. 'You really don't get it, do you?' she eventually says breaking the silence. I look at her confused. 'Excuse,' me I say. 'You're a clown. You don't get it. You'd quite happily sit here all night without saying a word to me.' 'B... But I'm waiting for a friend,' I say my bottom lip trembling. 'Oh come on, lets stop this stupid charade. I know who you are. Do you honestly believe this meeting is coincidental?' Her big brown eyes surveyed me as thoroughly as a billion-dollar research project, and blinked once. 'You're Lucy' 'Fuck,' I say, 'go away.' 'There's no call for hostility,' Julia replied. 'I'm trying to be sensitive. I'm not the one who's cross dressed in a revealing mini skirt and sexy semi-transparent top. You where having problems coming to terms with the situation. That is, of course, perfectly understandable.' 'What. ' I say tears forming in my eyes. 'The girl, your dream date, Lucy, the one you're waiting for, the one you want to meet, she is for all intents and purposes you.' I stare at her dumfounded unsure what she meant. 'Didn't you realise I was masquerading as your online dream date just to get you to become her. This is what you wanted,' she signs heavily, 'If I left you to your own devices you would never explore your own inhibitions.' I couldn't believe my ears. 'But you're not the girl I emailed. I don't understand. The photo, your hair, your eyes, those clothes.' She laughs. 'The hair is a wig and you're wearing it now, and it looks lovely by the way. I wore coloured contact lenses and borrowed those frilly clothes from a girlfriend.' 'But, your photo, you where.' I paused not wanting to offend. 'Slimmer,' she said helpfully. 'I know,' she chuckles, 'but you of all people should know how adobe photoshop can retouch photos like a dream.' she laughed and touched my leg. 'But lets not talk about me lets talk about you and more importantly us.' She grins as if winning a game of chess. I feel tricked, angry and humiliated. 'So it was you all along that asked me to dress and pose for you?' 'Yes,' she grins, 'and didn't I do well?' 'But you're not cross, shocked or angry. Why aren't you ashamed?' 'Hardly, how could I be when it was I who encouraged you? Without me forcing the issue you'd still be wrestling with your own emotions.' She laughs and then went on, 'It was like pulling a muscle from its shell but now you're out I can't see you ever going back. Haven't you sussed it? You're more relaxed, confident and natural as pretty Lucy.' She giggles and cups a hand admiring my long fingers and expertly painted pink nails. 'But aren't you ashamed of me,' I say dejectedly. 'I feel terrible.' 'I can happily accept your new identity a long as you accept me. I have needs too and up until now you've ignored them and me. But first you have to embrace the new you and accept your desires.' I look confused. The realisation made me falter. I could feel the desire to confess pulling at me, like a big boisterous dog tugging on its lead. I felt it, but somewhere deep inside of me, a little voice said, confess. I want to dress as Lucy. I cleared my throat as if making a major announcement. 'But don't tell anyone, will you?' I say tears rolling down my cheeks.' 'Wouldn't dream of it,' Julia replied. She hesitated. 'But ultimately its up to you, but not if you don't want me too.' Julia looked at me with her big round eyes and waited. I stare dumbly at my juice and cross and uncross my legs in silence unsure what to do. Julia loses her patience 'What is it to be!' She laughed coldly. 'You have never even begun to understand me,' she said. 'No wonder you have failed so miserably to get a long-term girlfriend up to this point, to find your ideal mate you have to understand what you want perfectly. But you are the sort of person who goes out with and beds any girl at random. Yes you've been successful but what you've struggled to find is your alter ego, the girl you'd love to be. ' I stare at her open mouthed unsure how to react. 'Whatever. It's really rather immaterial as right now, I've got your nuts in a mole wrench or should I say... pair of panties.' she laughs at her own joke then looks around to check no one is eavesdropping. ' I have you this time. All that is left is how much damage you want to do to your social life, its mere periphery and it makes no odds as far as I'm concerned, either way. Your choice.' 'Do you honestly believe there's a girl out there who matches your exacting criteria and now that you have discovered a new identity likes her men to prettily dress for them?' she shakes her head. 'You and me are made for each other. I knew it long ago its just taken you a while to realise it. This is your golden chance. Call it your last chance. If you don't come with me, that's it. Don't ever try and come crawling back, do you hear me? If you say no, it's for keeps, I don't want anymore to do with you ever again. Think about that, will you? Think about it?' I did long and hard. I considered how I enjoyed dressing in romantic lingerie, short skirts with high heels. Putting make-up on and brushing my hair. She was right I was lucky to know a girl so understanding. 'Ok,' I say but she could tell the uncertainty in my voice. 'You have to be sure I don't want you to do this without 100% conviction. She looked stern and inevitable like a divine justice. 'Now unless you give me your word before I count to ten, I'm going to tell everyone about your secret.' 'Ok, ok,' I'm sure I say. She smiles pleasantly 'Look,' she said, 'its been a long day and its been a lot to take in. Why don't you come home with me and relax. We can talk some more. I love you though you've been to blind to see it. I want you to be my girl. I want you to live with me but I want to see you explore your feminine side more.' She touches my leg and runs her fingers over my tights as if smoothing out any wrinkles, 'I want to see how pretty you can dress for me.' I feel a heavy weight lift from my neck. I needed confirmation. 'So.... I said slowly you want us to be partners if I dress as the woman.' 'God you're slow. Yes. Do you want me to spell it out to you? When appropriate of course, as long you give me what I want too and that's the fun part. As I said I have needs too. You may look like a beautiful young woman but there's no getting round the fact that you've got something in your knickers that I haven't got and dearly want.' Her hand darts up my thigh and just touches my groin. 'That is of course you go the full way and have it surgically removed but that's probably a step too far don't you agree.' I grin stupidly concerned that an erection would seriously ruin the line of my mini. Dream Date 'and the wedding dress. What was that in aid of?' She smirks like a child and claps excitedly forgetting we were in a now crowded pub. 'That was the ultimate test. I knew you didn't have such a bridal gown in your old girlfriends clothing museum so you would have to buy one and you did. That took some doing.' I smiled proudly. 'What did you think?' I asked. 'You looked radiant,' she said but I couldn't get a good view from the pictures so you'll have to wear it for me again when I can persuade you to get married.' I looked at her shocked and she smiled. 'One step at a time,' she said, 'one step at a time.' Was it all a dream? Do I accept her plan, how far do I go and does she eventually see me walk up the alter as her bride? You decide. The end Dream Date I sat across from Jessica, looking at her through the flames of the fire I'd lit on the beach. This was our first date and she'd suggested camping on the beach for the night in a tent. I'd hired a tent for the weekend not long before she arrived at my place. We'd met on-line in one of the chat rooms. While I'd met many other women in the chat rooms, there was something different about Jessica. What it was, I wasn't quite sure. Maybe it was the fact that I could easily embarrass her while I'd been throwing hints to her about sex, which I could easily do. Maybe it was her sense of innocence I could see in her replies to my questions in our private chats. I was known, as a bit of a player on-line and even when I explained this to Jessica, it didn't seem to bother her too much. I was always upfront with the ladies I spoke too on-line. So there I was, staring at her across from me. I looked towards our fishing lines we'd set up shortly after arriving at the beach. There didn't appear to be anything biting yet, but to be honest, I was far more interested in Jessica than I was in fishing. She was sitting crossed legged and I don't think she realized that because of the way she was sitting, I had a clear view up beneath her short skirt. I could clearly see from the light thrown from the flames, her white panties. As we chatted mostly about nothing, I couldn't stop my eyes from traveling up her skirt. The bulge of her mound was pressing against her panties and I could clearly make out the groove of her vagina. My cock started responding inside my shorts. I wanted to make love to her and soon, but didn't want to rush her. We both knew that we'd finish up making love to each other before the night was out. Jessica was 46 years old and was about 5ft 6ins tall. She'd told me that she'd had quite a few kids, and besides the small little belly she had, you'd be hard pressed to know that she was a mother to so many. I was impressed to say the lest. I heard a tiny sound from one of the rods and looked towards the fishing rods sticking out of the sand. I'd attached little bells on top of the rods so we could hear them in the dark. I jumped up and ran to the rod that was bending over as the fish that had been caught on it, tried to get away from the hook. I started to reel the fish in and as I did so, I felt Jessica's arms go around my waist. I could feel her breasts pressing into my bare back as I reeled the fish towards shore. Jessica's nipples had hardened and I could feel them pressing through her top against my back. Jessica laughed as I brought a tiny fish ashore. She released me as I unhooked the fish and threw it back into the sea. I threw the line out again after baiting the hook. Then I turned towards Jessica who was standing close by. I reached out for her and she stepped into my arms. Our lips met and as I started kissing her, Jessica opened her lips and I slipped my tongue inside her moist mouth. My hands were roaming all over the cheeks of her backside and I couldn't wait to feel the naked flesh beneath her skirt. I slowly slipped one hand under her skirt and felt her hot flesh with my fingers. Letting my hand roam under her skirt, I soon found out that Jessica was wearing a G-string beneath her skirt. While I'd seen her panties from the front, I didn't know that they were a G-string. I gently squeezed her naked arse cheek as our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. I pulled her into me, our crotch's touching. She had to have felt my erection pressing into her as our groins ground together. I ran the tips of my fingers down between the twin mounds of her arse until my fingers touched something hot and wet. I knew that I'd just touched Jessica's moist vagina lips. She moaned softly into my mouth as she felt two of my fingers slip inside her. I gently started exploring her vagina with my fingers and I felt Jessica move away from my crotch so that there was perhaps a 3-inch gap between us. Then I felt Jessica's own fingers touch the long, hard shaft of my cock beneath my shorts. She gently squeezed her fingers around my shaft as I started to slowly finger fuck her. I was plunging my fingers as deep inside her as I could, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her vagina around my fingers. I could feel Jessica's inner vaginal muscles gripping and releasing my fingers and wondered just how wonderful they'd feel around the shaft of my thick cock? I withdrew my wet fingers from her and moved my face away from her. Jessica stood there with her hand still on my cock. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and with Jessica watching, I placed them inside my mouth. I slowly sucked them clean, enjoying the fresh taste of her juices on my tongue. I couldn't wait till I could plunge my tongue deep inside her vagina. I dropped to my knees in front of her. Jessica stood there, knowing what I was about to do and smiled as I ran my fingers up her naked thighs. I slipped my hands up the back of her skirt and undone the zipper at the back of her skirt. The skirt fell to her feet and Jessica stepped out of it. She now stood there in just her panties and her top. I moved my trembling fingers back up the calves of her legs enjoying the warmth and feel of her naked thighs. Our eyes were locked together as my fingers approached her hips. I lowered my eyes towards her crotch as I gripped her G-string with my fingers; I then slowly began to bring them downwards, exposing her nakedness to my greedy eyes. Her vagina lips hung slightly down from her mound and as I brought her G-string down to her feet, Jessica slowly stepped out of them while holding onto my right shoulder for balance. First one foot and then the other. I placed her G-string inside my pocket of my shorts not wanting to lose them. I then leaned forward until my lips were now pressing up against her vagina. I could smell her vaginal juices leaking from her. I slowly kissed my lips all over her mound and soft outer lips. Jessica moaned with both desire and pleasure as she felt my lips on her vagina. Her hands were in my hair, pressing on the back of my head, forcing my lips against her pussy. Then without asking her too, Jessica parted her thighs, allowing me free access to her treasure. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue out and tasted her juices for the second time. Though this time was even better than when I'd sucked her juices from my fingers. Now, I had the source of her juices on my tongue. As I snaked my tongue inside her parted vaginal lips, Jessica moaned loudly, pressing my face up against her pussy harder and harder. I explored her vagina with my tongue, forcing my tongue up inside her as far as it'd go. Suddenly, Jessica groaned loudly and her body stiffens, as she orgasmed onto my probing tongue. I couldn't believe just how much juices flow into my opened mouth. I greedily drink as much of her love juices as I can, not wanting to waste a single drop of her cum juices. I finally manage to lick the last few drops of her wonderful tasting juices into my mouth and look up towards Jessica standing above me. She had thrown her head backwards when she'd climaxed and now she brought her face back towards me beneath her. She was smiling broadly. "Thank you, Brian. I sure needed that." She grinned at me. "So did I, sweet lady." I told her. I stood up beside her and Jessica kissed my lips. She could taste her own juices on my lips and as she slipped her tongue inside my mouth, I felt her again grip the thick shaft of my cock. Our lips parted. "Ok, my turn this time." She grinned at me. I watched as she dropped slowly to her knees in front of me. She slowly pulled my shorts down my legs and I stepped out of them. Then she pulled my underpants away from my throbbing cock. It sprang upwards, almost hitting her in the face as it did so. "Mmmm, very nice." Jessica said, looking at my thick cock pointing straight at her face. I watched as she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside her warm, wet mouth. My cock twitched as she started to suck on me. I already knew that she didn't like the taste of cum inside her mouth so knew I had to pull out of her mouth before I climaxed. While it was a pity, I was happy enough to do as she'd asked me. Jessica's mouth was taking inside as much of my thick cock as she could manage. I knew that because I was so horny, that I wasn't going to last too long. I felt my hot cum stirring inside my balls and began to pull away from her mouth. Jessica didn't realize that I was so close and pulled me back inside her mouth. I felt my cum starting to shoot up inside the tube of my cock and quickly pulled away from her mouth. While I'd just been in time to stop myself from Cumming inside her mouth, I wasn't fast enough to stop it from hitting her right in the face. I turned away from her and let the rest of my cum shoot out onto the sand beside Jessica. Jessica sat on her thighs, shocked by my hot cum hitting her face. It was dripping down her face. I pulled her panties out of my shorts and wiped my cum from her face. "I'm sorry about that." I told her. I couldn't manage to stop a laugh escaping my lips though. The shocked expression on her face had been funny to see. Jessica too, saw the funny side of it and laughed as well. She stood up and hugging each other, we returned to the fire. I took Jessica's top off and then unhooked her bra, releasing her wonderful breasts into the night air. Her nipples stood away from her breasts like hard little bullets. I lowered my mouth towards her nipples and took her right one inside my warm, wet mouth. Jessica again hugged my head to her body, enjoying my mouth on her nipple. I felt myself harden again. I changed nipples, enjoying the sounds of Jessica moaning in pleasure as I did so. I slipped my right hand in between Jessica's thighs and discovered that she'd become wet again. I loved the fact that she became aroused so easily for me. That proved to me that she was enjoying my actions. My cock was again fully erect and as I rubbed her clitoris with the side of my hand, Jessica moaned and said, " I want you inside me now, Brian." Who was I to refuse a lady her request? We parted and I prepared a blanket on the ground close to the fire for warmth and comfort. Not too close to the fire though, I didn't want a spark shooting out of the fire and landing on my arse as I made love to Jessica. Jessica sat down onto the blanket and I lowered myself between her thighs. Our lips met and as our tongues again danced inside each other's mouths, the head of my cock was urgently trying to get inside her. Jessica reached between her thighs and grabbed the shaft of my cock and guided it to the entrance to her wet vagina. As I began to push my 7in cock up inside her, Jessica moaned in pleasure as she felt my thickness entering her. I could feel the inner walls of her vagina parting before the thick head of my cock. The warmth and wetness of her vagina around the head of my cock felt incredible. I began to slowly plunge myself deeper and deeper inside her. Jessica wrapped her arms around me and pushed herself upwards to meet my downward thrusts. We began to make love slowly at first but as our passion increased, so did our pace. Soon I was ramming myself as deep inside her as I could go and Jessica was matching my pace. Jessica's breathing and moaning told me that she was getting very close to having her orgasm. That stirred me on, I wanted to cum at the same time as she did. I felt m cum starting to boil deep inside my balls and knew that we'd cum together. My first rope of hot cum entered Jessica's vagina just as she too started to orgasm. I could feel her juices flooding over the head of my spurting cock. Finally, I lay on top of Jessica, totally exhausted from the pace of our lovemaking. She too was breathing heavily as she lay there enjoying our juices mixing inside of her. "That was wonderful Brian. Thank you darling." Jessica whispered into my ear. "You're very welcome sweetheart." I replied happily. I knew that I couldn't stop myself from making love to Jessica again and again during the night. We fell asleep by the warmth of the fire, our arms around each other. Dream Date It began with a simple phone call; your voice, telling me to be ready by six. Simple enough: a bath, some careful pawing through my closet, and by 5:45 I was waiting for you. Perfectly punctual, the clock changed to 6 and you were there. A house on the beach was our destination. In shades of steel and white and blue, it seemed to blend with the overcast and stormy sky. Only its angles and reflecting glass made it stand out against the gently rolling skies. The crashing of the waves against the pristine ivory shore offered a peaceful backdrop as the sheer drapes billowed on the fragrant breeze. There were no words between us, just the quiet surety of silent exchange as we made our way out of the house through elegantly tall glass doors. Silvery, gray-white seemed to be the theme as my dress flowed in the breeze, while barefoot we strolled along the beach, hand-in-hand. Thunder rolled in the distance and soon, the rain began to fall. Your hands were warm in contrast to the cool rain as your fingers brushed the drops off of my bare shoulders, then slid down my arms. Before I knew it, your mouth was on mine, our arms around each other, so warm in the cool rain that we might have been steaming. A turn of your head stole the warm flavor of your mouth from me, only to trail a long line of hot kisses along my neck. Back up my arms your hands moved, and at my smooth shoulders your fingers curled under the straps of my dress, and pulled them down. A sharp rush of pain drew a longing whimper from my lips as your teeth sank into my left shoulder, and your arms moved to hold me tightly as my knees buckled. I buried my face in the side of your neck, my fingers clutching tightly at your back, whimpering and cooing incoherently into your skin. Slowly, carefully we sank onto the beach, and you laid me on my back. Gently, you peeled the top of my dress down to my waist. For a long moment, you simply watched as the rain dampened my skin, the droplets running in gentle rivulets down the slopes of my round, creamy tits. A shudder coursed through my body as once more the warmth of your touch drove the chill from my rain-soaked skin. Your fingers ran up my sides, tickling softly before your hands curled to cup over the soft, pink-tipped mounds laid bare before you. "Perfect," you murmured gently as your hands squeezed tight at each. It was enough to draw another sound from me, a low moan of pleasure muffled and indistinct as you leaned down and kissed me again. I could feel myself -- caught up in the moment -- arch up against you, pressing the soft curves of my body tightly against you as you lay gently along the length of me. My hands moved from around you and grabbed the damp, clinging fabric of my dress and pushed it down over my hips and eventually off, leaving me naked and wet against you as the soft sand conformed to my back. Once more your hands slid down my arms, leaving my palm-warmed tits crushed against your chest, heaving with the quickened pace of my breath. With deliberate movement, you guided my arms up, over my head. There, you caught them, pinned me with one hand by my wrists. Your mouth tore free from mine and breathlessly I peered up at you as your free hand moved over my hip and down my thigh, then back up along the inside. Quivering at the gentle tickle of your fingers gliding over my rain-wet skin, my legs spread to make room for you to settle between them as your fingers brushed lightly against my smooth, warm pussy. Slowly, you slid a pair of fingers into me, as your thumb brushed teasingly against my clit. A short gasp choked my breath and an amused little purr rose from deep in your throat. "You dirty little slut," you cooed. "You're all wet." All I could do was nod as you worked your fingers deeper into me, causing my whole body to writhe against your hand as soft, whimpering little moans seeped out of me with each panting breath. I could feel the weight of your eyes upon me as you kept me pinned and squirming, my tits heaving and quivering as my hips ground on the fingers pumping in and out of me. It was enough to raise a crimson flush across my face; the cool rain suddenly felt refreshing against the rush of heat. The exquisite torment continued for what seemed like forever before your hand abandoned my hot, wet little pussy. When I finally found the strength to peel my eyes open to peer up at you, you had undressed. A cruelly tender little smile pulled at your lips as you released my wrists and grabbed hold of my hips. "Over," you commanded, your hands guiding me onto my belly in the sand. "Up." Your fingers dug into my hips as you pulled them up, and I shifted myself onto my knees and forearms. A new, sharp flash of pain rolled through me as your teeth sank into my ass cheek, followed by a quick, hard slap. My skin, wet from the rain, cracked loud and a cry rose out of me, a high note in contrast to the low, rolling thunder. Immediately a bright red handprint rose on my pale, ivory flesh, and a second later, you left a matching bite and print on the other cheek. My cry had barely begun when it was cut into a long, low moan as you slid your hard cock slowly into my tight, wet pussy. My elbows dug into the soft, fine sand as my forehead dropped to rest on my arms, and I pushed urgently back against you. Our hips met flush and I groaned quietly, hungry for more of you; all of you. I could feel your fingers clutching at my hips, digging into my flesh, and holding me tight against you. My back arched, and I ground my hips against you until your hand delivered a sharp slap against my right flank. "Patience, my pet," you said in a warm, firm tone. "Greedy little sluts get punished." Immediately, I settled down, my body still, but tense with the teasing pleasure of being filled so completely with you. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my breathing as I felt your hands move from my hips to my back, stroking and petting me softly. A quivering moan poured out of me, and my head lifted as my spine curled even more. "Such a good girl," you softly murmured as your hands slid down to grab my hips once more. With slow, smooth movements, you drew back from me, and then slid inside once more with a quiet moan. Then again, just as slowly, and again. The rhythm for the moment set, I pushed back experimentally to meet one of your thrusts, then breathed out a sighing mewl of delight as you pulled me firm and tight against you. Beneath me, the heavy swells of my tits swayed with each movement while my dark, silky hair spilled forward over my shoulders. Ripples of pleasure rolled through me, pooling in the pit of my belly as you gradually began to pick up the pace, sliding your cock deeper and harder into my wet cunt. Breathless and panting, loud, keening little moans tumbled out over my lips carrying incoherent syllables lost to the crashing waves and distant thunder. "Please," I finally managed to whimper. "Please, Sir, please. May I cum? May I please cum for you?" My voice was a rough and needy whimper, the words staggered and broken by my quickened breaths. "Not just yet, pet," you said. "Wait. Wait." A dejected whine spilled out of me as my teeth sank hard into the fleshy pout of my lower lip. An amused chuckle bubbled up out of you and you thrust your cock hard and quick and deep into my suckling pussy. "Such a greedy, wanton little cunt, aren't you?" Almost mechanically, my head bobbed in agreement, but it wasn't enough to satisfy you. "Aren't you?" you repeated, and delivered a quick, hard slap to my ass to emphasize your point. My body jumped at the sudden hot, sting and I helped with startled pleasure. "Yes, Sir!" "Yes, what?" you pressed, the still-amused tone of your voice making it clear just how much you were enjoying the moment. A fresh wash of scarlet heat warmed my face and my head dipped for a moment to rest my cheek against the cool, rain-wet skin of my arm. "Yes," I managed in a strained voice as I lifted my head once more. "Yes, I'm a greedy, wanton little cunt, Sir!" "Yes," you hissed. "But you're MY little cunt. My pet. My...good girl." Your tone was so loving, so tenderly possessive as you punctuated each statement with hard, quick thrusts. "Now cum...cum with me!" Your fingers dug tight and deep into the flesh of my flanks as you drove into me with deep, relentless thrusts. It was enough -- more than enough -- to send me over the precarious edge upon which I'd been perched with a loud, screaming cry of pleasure and release. Deep inside of me, I felt your cock swell and spasm as you came hard, filling me as wave after wave of hot, searing sensation washed through me. Gasping, panting, trembling as the sensations receded, I let my rain-soaked cheek rest on my forearm for a moment, struggling to catch my breath. I felt your strong arms wrap around me as you pulled me up and back, gathered me warm and safe against you. You held me tight, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder, my neck, as I quivered and shook in your arms. "Thank you," I finally managed in a trembling whisper. Softly, tenderly, you kissed my lips. "My sweet little one," you murmured against my rain-damp hair. "I love you." A quiet, shy little smile pulled at my lips. "And I love you, Master." Dream Date The wind was blowing ferociously, causing her hair to fall in disarray about her face. She couldn't see as they trekked up the mountain. She didn't care. All she cared about was now, being on this trail all alone. Just she and him. She had dreamed of this moment for weeks maybe even months. With him, she had no perception of time. They were heading up the final incline when the wind died down. It was so calm, so peaceful, so . . . perfect. It was everything she had hoped for and then some. She thought back to the day before. ************************ She had just gotten home from work when the phone rang. She answered the phone, tentatively, not knowing whom it was. After hearing his hello, her heart stopped beating. It was HIM. Trying to contain her joy, she answered all his questions. Then she hung up the phone. He actually asked her to go hiking with him. Just the two of them. He told her to be prepared for anything, and to pack some extra clothes, just in case they decided to camp. ************************* Coming back to the present, she looked all around. She noticed he was staring at her quite passionately. He pointed to a crevice between two rocks. She took off in that direction. Squeezing between the two rocks, she noticed this waterfall. It was so clear and magnificent. Again not saying any words, he pointed. This time to the waterfall. "What?" she asked and shrugged. He took the lead and motioned for her to follow. She did. As they go closer, she noticed the opening. They went inside. He took off his backpack, and removed his shoes. She did the same. Out of his backpack, he withdrew the makings for a fire. While he was starting the fire, she took out a blanket from her backpack. It was so they wouldn't have to sit on the damp rocks, or so she told herself. After getting the fire going, he came over and sat down beside her. For them time stood still. Both of them sat there motionless, just staring into each other's eyes. As is on cue the reached for each other at the same time, their lips coming together for the briefest of seconds. Her heart raced. He deepened the kiss. His tongue lightly stroked her lips until she opened her mouth. He darted his tongue deep inside and explored every part of her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips. She never knew kissing could be this, this passionate. Feeling it only fair, she switched roles with him and began exploring his mouth with her tongue. Then she began to nibble on his lower lip. This time he moaned, so she nibbled a little harder. He began caressing her back. Then he slid her shirt over her head. Next he undid her bra and tossed it over with her shirt. He just stared at her breasts. They were so big, so perfect. He cupped one of them in his hands. It spilled over the sides. She leaned into his hand. He began to knead it. Next he lowered his head and began to suck on the other one. He took the nipple in his mouth and lightly nibbled. She grabbed his head and tried to pull him even closer. That wasn't enough for her. She wanted to be even closer to him, so she slid his tank top over his head. It was her turn to stare. And stare she did. He had a spectacular chest. Not all muscly like a bodybuilder's, but exquisite in its own way. To her it was perfect. She crawled over to him and began kissing him. She gave him a tiny shove, and he fell onto his back. Straddling him, she began trailing kisses on his neck. Then she went lower. She started kissing around his nibble, just missing that tiny bud of pleasure. As she circled closer, he arched his hips. She responded by unbuttoning her shorts and slipping them off. Next he helped her rid herself of her panties. All that stood in their way were his shorts. Those weren't a problem. She ever so slowly scooted down him and unbuttoned his shorts with her teeth. He stopped breathing. She grabbed the sides of his shorts with both hands, and tugged his shorts and briefs off. With the same slow, deliberate pace she slid down him, she slid back up. Putting her knees beside his hips, she straddled him. The she bent over and began to lick his belly button in a circular motion. Repeating the motion, she worked her way to his lips. There she began darting her tongue in and out. In and out. He arched and she eluded him. She wasn't quite ready for that. She wiggled against him, which only made him thrust higher. This time she lowered herself, and took all of him in. Oh what pleasure. She had never known it was supposed to feel this good. She was expecting pain. All she felt was pure joy and a sense of power. It got better. They began to move together. He thrust higher. She took him in. He grabbed her hips, trying to have even more of her. She liked the power of being in command. She slowed the rhythm. He trust harder. She slowed even more. He thrust even harder. The pleasure she was feeling was so intense, so real she didn't want it to end. She opened her eyes and stared down into his. At that moment she knew what it meant to be OoneO with someone. He couldn't take much more, so he rolled her over. He began to thrust even faster. She met him stroke for stroke. The end was near. She could feel it. His body tensed as he thrust deep inside her one more time. She went over the edge, and climaxed as he collapsed atop her. They fell asleep in each other's arms. She started to wake up, not quite sure where she was at. The she remembered. A huge grin lit her face. But wait. She started hearing a sound that wasn't there before. It started out as a faint beep. It kept getting louder. Then she woke up. It was just a dream. There was no cave, no waterfall, no handsome dark-haired man. She was all alone in her room. She turned off her alarm and thought to herself, "May be someday." Until then all she had were her dreams. Dream Date! This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this! This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author. Copyright © 2012 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved. Sorry if the editing is a mess! * Alex watched big sister, Elli's beautiful big body and her huge breasts, as she turned on her side to face him and Elli's right breast popped out from under her small blouse. His eyes came close to exploding when her breast came into view and she just smiled at him. Elli laughed inside when her baby brother finally got what he'd been waiting for so long to see and his eyes looked like big dinner plates. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that," she laughed and enjoyed his face turning red with embarrassment. "We both need to get up and get ourselves a life. Neither of us ever has a date, dinner out with friends or go bar hopping. We're a mess, Alex!" Elli said with a laugh and saw he had a missive lump in the front of his pants. Alex still could not believe he saw Elli's big tit and it was so beautiful. Elli had very pale, almost white flesh and her nipple was light pink. Her areola was of course pink and it blended perfectly into her white flesh. And to his amazement, she just smiled at him and Alex wondered if Elli realized her nipples were hard as rocks. 'I wonder if I should try it or not. She might get pissed off and break me in two!' he thought and looked to her one hundred and eighty five pound body. 'She could kill me with ease.' He thought, but that story from the web site kept filling his mind and it was killing him. She watched him squirming around on the loveseat and couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him. "What's up brother, you sure are restless tonight. What's on your mind?" Elli asked with her motherly voice and her dark blue eyes were locked on his. Their mom died ten years ago when Alex was just eight and Elli had just turned eighteen. She was his mom, big sister and best friend. "Nothing, I don't know what's wrong with me." Alex said and hoped Elli would drop this. How could he tell her that he read an awesome story about a brother and sister making love and he wanted to do the same thing with her. "I can tell your lying, but if you don't want to tell me or get my advice, that's ok." Elli said with a smile and stretched out her long legs. She could see Alex peaking from over the top of his book, but for some odd reason, she liked him looking at her and it was making her pussy get warm. 'Oh God, what's wrong with me? I have to stop thinking about him looking at me!' she screamed to herself and once again, his brown eyes were back on her large breasts. Alex thought for a few seconds and he needed her. "Do you ever wish we had friends and went out on dates?" he asked and she gave him an odd look. "Wouldn't it be nice to go see a movie, have a burger and depending on who you're with, find a nice place to park and um...make out." Alex said and Elli gave him a look that he'd never seen before. Elli looked as if she was turned on and he could see that she was thinking about something. She heard him and Elli couldn't believe he was also having dirty thoughts. "What can we do about it? We don't know anybody." Elli said with a weak smile and went to sit with him. "Is that what's bothering you?" she asked and made sure to hug his face to her right breast. "It sucks not having any friends or know any girls. I'm a man and I need to go out into the world!" Alex laughed and he returned Elli's hug, wishing he could make love to her gorgeous body and show her how he felt. "Hey, I have an idea...what if we get dressed up, pretend we were going out on a date and we can have some wine, order a movie and um..." he said and cut off the last few words. Elli smiled and could feel her pussy getting warmer and it was for Alex. He wanted to dress up and pretend to go on a date, but she was already having weird thoughts about him and he was always looking at her body. 'This may not be a very good idea, but my lonely pussy sure is ready to go through with it!' she laughed to herself and hugged him. She knew her baby brother was horny and she also knew he had his eyes on her. "I guess we could do that. Will we know each other or should it be a blind date!" Elli teased with a low, sexy voice and her pussy felt as if it was glowing now. He was getting hard and Alex hoped that Elli didn't feel his nine-inch cock. "Go all out, pretend this is real date and I'll knock on your door around...seven?" Alex said and could feel his face turning red. Elli smiled and couldn't help but see his long cock. "I think seven will be just great and how dressed up should I be? Jeans, a dress or what?" she asked and Alex thought for a second. "Mmmm, how about a nice dress and um...stockings! I'll wear a jacket and nice shirt...anything else that you want from a date?" he asked and saw that she looked embarrassed this time. "If I'm to wear stockings, I think you should wear a tie for me." Elli said and thought of how much a man wearing a tie turned her on. During her one semester at college, Elli found out some great uses for a tie and it was her French instructor that opened her eyes. He nodded yes and his dick grew more. "This is going to be sooo fun Elli and I'm going to make it the best time you ever had!" Alex said, turned to face his big, beautiful sister and he lightly kissed her right on her lips. "We have just over two hours and if you want, we can start now and once you go to your room, you can't come back down stairs and don't ask why. I'm going to blow your mind away!" he said and pulled her from the loveseat. She looked down to Alex and his skinny body, Elli hugged him again and loved the feel of his long dick on her leg. "I'll call if I need anything," she said, leaned down and she kissed him. "See you at seven and what kind of friends are we?" she asked again and Elli could see Alex thinking on it. "We have a few classes together at school, but never really talked until last week and you needed help getting your car started. I saved you!" "Oh how sweet of you!" Elli teased and squeezed Alex. "See you at seven!" she said and went up to her room. "Ok, I've been planning this in my mind for the past two years and it will be perfect!" he said and started moving furniture all around the basement, making sure would be just like all his dreams of Elli and loving her. *. Alex tapped on Elli's bedroom door and tapped his foot on the floor. He couldn't wait to see her and he hoped she dressed nice. Elli did seem excited about his idea and she even asked him to wear a tie for her. The door opened and his jaw hit the floor. Elli had her silky blonde/brown hair pulled back and it was tied with a blue bow. Her makeup was perfect and she'd worn dark blue eye shadow to make her eyes stand out more. Her black dress hugged her breasts and about half of them were hanging out. It went over her rounded stomach and to her meaty ass. The dress hugged it tight and it went just below the thick part of her thighs. Her stockings were black, see-through and they were held up with a black garter belt, that Elli made no real attempt to hide and he gave her a big smile. His eyes came close to popping from his skull and she just gave him a smile. "God Elli, you look...beautiful!" Alex said looking over her body again and he hoped tonight would end well. His cock grew fast and there was no way to hide it from her. She looked so hot and it was all for him. "Thank you, you look very handsome yourself," she smiled and as most women do, Elli straightened his tie and gave him a hug. "So, what do you have planned for us, my young date and baby brother?" she said and a sour look covered his face. Alex heard Elli say brother and he wanted to die. "No, no, no! I'm your date, please call me...Alex!" he said in a stern voice and put out his arm. "Well, our first stop is the movie and after that, dinner at a wonderful club near the beach," he said and Elli just smiled at him. Her pussy was dripping and it felt like it was running down her thighs. "That sounds nice Alex and you sure do plan things nicely." Elli said and pulled against his side. He opened the doors to the family room and she smiled from ear to ear. "Oh Alex, this is so nice!" she said with shock and couldn't believe that he moved everything around and made it kind of, look like a movie theater and the loveseat was right in front of the TV. 'That looks like a good place to snuggle make out! I think my baby brother has dirty ideas and I hope I'm not wrong about this.' Elli thought and walked into the room. He was so happy she liked what he did and Alex knew she would love what came after the movie. "I'm glad you like it and our movie is, 'The Tourist' starring Johnny Deep." Alex said as he slid his hand down her back and just above her ass. "Our seats are the best and right up front," he added, took a chance and slid his right hand over her meaty ass-cheek. Elli loved his hand on her ass, but she also knew this wasn't a good thing to play and it could get out of hand very easily. "I love Johnny Deep and he's my favorite actor. How about you Alex, who's your favorite actress?" Elli knew, but she wanted him to have a good time and she was willing to play along. Alex smiled as they walked to the loveseat and sat down. "My favorite actress is, Kate Beckinsale. She's in the 'Underworld' movies," he smiled and she slapped his arm. Elli laughed and gave him a playful slap. "I love her and I've seen every movie she's been in! You have nice taste in women," she purred and slid her arm around his back. "I know...that's why I asked you out on a date and to play this." Alex whispered to Elli and he kissed the right side of her mouth. Elli heard Alex and he warmed her insides. "Mmmm, aren't you the smooth-talker tonight!" she laughed, moved her arm around his waist and she eased closer to him. He smiled and caressed a strand of hair from her left eye. "You are a very pretty woman and I'm not just saying that." Alex said as they looked into each other's eyes and he kissed the other side of her mouth. His kiss was soft, sweet and it made Elli's heart race. "Thank you, sweetheart," she whispered, kissed him and turned to the TV. She enjoyed his arm over her shoulder and his attempt to play with her right breast, but his arms were short and he could only manage to rub the top of it. Elli eased down in her seat, hoping her little brother could reach her nipple and a thought flooded her brain. 'I want my brother to play with my tits and try to seduce me. How sick is that?' she laughed to herself and it worked. She felt his fingers very lightly rubbing closer to her swollen nipple and getting closer to his prize. Alex felt Elli move down more and at last, he felt her swollen nipple just in front of his fingers and he kissed the side of her face. She smiled, his fingers caressed closer to her nipple and Elli took a sharp breath in. His index finger traced over her nipple and Elli didn't move. Her pretty eyes were closed; she exhaled and turned her chest toward his hand. Alex continued rubbing and caressing her nipple through the blouse, until Elli sat up and stretched her back. She took his hand in hers, reached down and placed it on her bare thigh. "My back was starting to hurt, let's sit like this and see if it's any better." Elli whispered and quickly felt his fingers on her lower thigh. Alex didn't mind at all and he loved the feel of the sheer stockings against his fingers. He lightly caressed, her warm flesh also felt so good and his cock grew. "This is fine," he quickly replied and opened his entire hand on left her leg. She just held in a laugh and was more than happy to let Alex feel up her leg. She let him tease, rub and caress her thighs. She slipped her arm around his lap and bumped his stiff prick. 'Oh my goodness, it feels sooo big and hard!' she giggled inside and put her face to his neck. "Are you...comfy sweetheart?" she asked with a soft purr and slowly opened her legs more. 'Go for it baby and touch me!' she thought and heard his breathing increase. He was shocked and wanted to jump Elli right there, but he did not want rush things and fuck this up. "Yes, I couldn't ask for anything more," he said with a grin, enjoying the top of the stocking now under his fingers and Alex caressed higher. Her bare skin was almost hot to the touch and the meat on her thigh was so soft. Elli kept her eyes closed through most of the movie and enjoyed his soft touching. "This is a good movie," she whispered, turned and opened her legs a bit. "I wonder how much longer it is, I'm getting hungry!" she teased, bumped his cock again and wondered what it would be like to suck something so long and so thick. 'Maybe I'll get to find out soon.' She smiled to herself and his fingers tracing around the meat of her upper thigh. Elli wanted more, but she wanted Alex to work for her. He jumped when Elli sat up and stretched again. 'Damn, hope I didn't piss her off and go too far.' Alex thought and she flashed him a sexy wink. "Are you ok, other than being hungry?" he asked and she rubbed his leg. "Yes, I'm having a wonderful time!" Thirty minutes later, the ending credits began to roll and Alex stood up. "That was awesome, but I started wondering about him and I was right! I knew he was the guy," he said and offered his hand to her. "Are you ready for dinner now? I know a great place and it's not far." Alex laughed and led her to the back yard. Elli was shocked again and was amazed at what he did this time. There was a table for two, flowers were on the table and there must have been twenty torches burning around their very big back yard. Dinner was on the table and covered with silver lids. She gasped at what he'd done and Elli turned to hug her five foot four inch brother. He was small and skinny as a beanpole, but he had a big heart and a very, very big cock. "Dang Alex, you sure are pouring it on and this is only our first date," she said with a teasing voice and squeezed him tight, making sure his face was in her breasts and she could feel his stiff cock on her thigh. He savored her hug and his cock grew hard. "I think you're worth it all!" Alex smiled, took her hand and led Elli to her seat. "Here we are. The best table in the house and the beach is right over there," he said, holding in a laugh and pointed to the pool. Elli smiled and she was on fire. "Oh Alex, you are one of a kind!" she said and gave him another warm hug. "I hope that I don't disappoint you," she said, lightly caressing the right side of his face and she kissed him. He held her hand and when she leaned to his mouth, Alex wanted to cum in his pants. "You would never do that, Elli and I'd love you no matter what," he said with a smile and she sat down, giving him a small glimpse up her short skirt and to the tiny pair of black panties covering her pussy. She loved teasing him and if Alex wanted her, he could have her, but he was going to work for it and she was going to tease him to death. "What if I ran naked around the house?" she teased and a big grin covered his face. "Ha, ha, ha! I would chase you around!" he said with a low growl and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. She laughed and had never felt this good. "You young man, are a pervert! Chasing nude women through your home and what if someone was there...other than yourself?" Elli teased, trying to sound like a policewoman. "Maybe your innocent sister, what about her?" she teased more and tried not to laugh. He laughed and reached to hold her hands. "I'm beginning to question just how innocent she is!" Alex laughed more and kissed her hands. "But yes, I'd love you even if you did that!" he added and lifted the lid on her food. "I had to make it nice for our first date," he said and her eyes were sparkling like crazy. Elli was in love with Alex and she was so horny. "It's very nice Alex and I'm very impressed with your efforts. A lady couldn't ask for a more romantic dinner and evening out!" she smiled and they ate dinner. "So Elli, do you have any plans for tomorrow or are you busy?" "Why Alex, our first date hasn't ended and you're already trying to ask me out again." Elli teased and couldn't wait to see what he'd do next. He thought and gave her a smile. "So, when do you consider a date to be over?" Alex smiled and took a bite of his food. "If a man is lucky enough to kiss me...it's when the kiss ends." Elli smiled and she could see his mind already working. Alex knew if she kissed him, he was going to ask her as soon as their lips parted. "I think that's fair enough. How will a guy know if he's going to get a kiss or not?" he asked and she chewed a bite of her food. She finished chewing and dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "He never knows, not until we're at my door and I'm ready to go inside. That's when he will know," she purred in a sultry voice and took another bite. He ate and watched Elli. She was so beautiful and her eyes excited him the most. They were the prettiest shade of dark blue and always so full of joy. "Your eyes are so amazing!" Alex said as they stared at each other and he had a good feeling. She was going to tease him and Elli laughed. "Are they better than looking at my...boobs?" she teased and he laughed. He looked down to them and back up to her face. "Your boobs are nice, but if I had to pick...I'd say your eyes!" Alex said with love and kissed her hands again. "After dinner, would you care to walk to the beach and find a nice place to sit?" he asked, took a bite of food and she smiled. Elli heard him and had an idea that he wanted to try to kiss her more. 'Why you little devil! What's gotten into you?' she thought and wondered about him. "I think that would be nice Alex, but I have plans in the morning and I don't want to be out to late. Every Saturday morning, I make breakfast for someone I dearly love and afterwards, we spend hours lying by the 'family beach' trying to tan my white body and spending a lovely day together." Elli said and gave him a sexy look. She couldn't wait to have his hands on her body and rubbing her down with lotion. 'Oh fuck, how could I forget that?' he thought and wanted to slap himself in the head. It was something Elli started doing last month and about the time, he read his first incest story. "He's a lucky guy to have you for the day!" he smiled and took a bite. Elli couldn't help but smile, as she ate and wondered what came next. "Nah, I'm lucky to have him!" she winked and sipped her wine. *. "Thank you for a beautiful night Alex and I look forward to our next time together." Elli said as Alex stepped on something and he was now looking her in the eyes. "Well, hello there!" she teased, looked down and saw that he was standing on a wooden box. He smiled and was proud of himself for thinking of the box. "How could I let much a pretty lady get away and not look her in the eyes?" he asked and Elli's eyes were gleaming now. "And what if she wanted to kiss me goodnight?" he whispered, moved closer to her mouth and Alex heard a tiny moan. "You are a smooth-talkin' devil and my momma warned me about men like you! She said to run away from your kind and to um...squeeze my legs shut and never open them around your kind." "Why in the heck do you think she said that?" he asked, pulling her towards him and their lips were close to touching. "Do you think I'm...bad?" he whispered, pressed his lips to hers and Elli sucked in a deep breath. Dream Date! She giggled and stayed against him. "I'm not sure yet, we've only spent a few hours together and it will take longer to figure you out." Elli smiled and ran her arms around his back, pulled him to her and Elli kissed him. She felt his hard cock pulsing on her upper thigh, next to her tingling pussy and she needed him now, but Elli was sticking to her plan and making him work for her. He was so hard and against the top of Elli's leg. She was hot to the touch and he could feel her trembling. "Are you ok?" Alex whispered between kisses, slipped his hands over Elli's ass and started to caress her. She smiled at his bold move and Elli wasn't going to stop him. "I'm fine, just enjoying the moment is all," she said with a grin, shifted to face him better and his stiff cock was pressing on the right side of her pussy. Elli shivered and hugged him tighter. "Oh Alex, I think we should stop now and um...cool down a bit." Elli whispered and heard him moan. He heard Elli and let out a moan of frustration. "Come, just a few more minutes, please," he begged and held her meaty ass. "You just need to relax and have fun!" Alex said with hope and she slowly pulled back. She loved him so much, but Elli wanted him to take him time with her and make sure this wasn't going to be a onetime thing. They had been together for the past ten years and Elli started thinking of him as more, her future lover. "Come on Alex, that's enough." Elli said with her 'mom' voice and he slid his hands from her ass, up her back and to the sides of her pretty face. Alex stopped and knew he better do as she said. "I had a wonderful time and hope we do it again real soon!" he smiled, leaned forward and gave Elli one last kiss. She returned his smile, loving kiss and she whispered in his ear. "Same time...tomorrow night, but..." Elli whispered and Alex looked very happy. "Let's go casual ok?" she added, pulled away and went into her room. She fell against the wall, her right hand grabbed a breast, her left hand went between her legs and she wanted to scream. 'Why am I having these thoughts and from the way Alex is acting, he's having the same thoughts about me!' she thought and her entire body was on fire, juices ran down her legs and Elli's heart was pounding. Alex went back down to the basement and wanted to jerk off, but he was so close to getting Elli and he wanted to squirt all his cum up her pussy. He wanted to fill her full and show her that she was his only love. 'Oh Elli, I love you so much!' he moaned, fell on his big bed and her big, soft body filled his mind and Alex drifted off to sleep. *. Alex made his way up the basement stairs and into the big kitchen. Elli was there, just like always, at the stove, cooking breakfast for them, but today it was different and she took his breath away. Elli was wearing a stretchy blouse, it was pink and totally see-through and it went to the middle of her stomach. Her large breasts swung around like giant pendulums and her nipples very hard today. Her panties were also pink, see-through and he could see a big wet spot in the center of them. Elli heard him come in the kitchen and his gasp. "Hey babe, what's up?" she said with a pleasant and happy voice. "I'm glad you're up, I was lonely for your company!" Elli said, turned and gave her baby brother a full view of her breasts. 'I'm a whore!' she giggled inside and turned back to the stove. She turned and his cock went straight out. "Damn girl, what's gotten into you today?" he asked and didn't care. Elli looked great and he hoped that this was just the beginning. "Not that I'm complaining or anything!" he added with a smirk and walked up behind her. "Good morning," he smiled, moved against her side and Alex slipped his hand on her butt. She was on fire and his hand felt like it was being burned. Elli loved him against her and his hand felt good on her flesh. "I feel fabulous today and I had a delightful date last night! He came very close to getting something that a man has never um...gotten on a first date with me." Elli said with a soft voice, leaned down and kissed him. He grinned and turned into her side, pushing his very hard cock into her thigh and Elli moaned. "What's wrong?" he asked looking up to her and waited for her reply. Smiled at him and ran her fingers through his thick, brown hair. "Where's your box? I enjoyed that last night and wouldn't mind it again." Elli purred in his ear and Alex ran from the room. "I love him so much!" she laughed and knew today would be great. Alex was back in a flash, standing on his box, his now hard cock was against Elli's warm box, and she looked happy. "How's this?" he asked, flexing his shaft on her mound, squeezed her meaty ass and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She laughed him and his hard, pulsing shaft felt wonderful pressed on her pussy. Elli hugged him, while she enjoyed his cock throbbing in her wet slit and his hands caressing her through the thin panties. "Mmmm, you remind me of my date late night and all the fun I had with him," she purred lightly in his ear and Elli returned his loving kiss. He loved her kisses and he kept caressing her. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. It's my job to keep you happy." Alex replied, kissed her again and he started caressing deeper into her ass, pulling her totally against him and his raging cock. "You turn me on so much, Elli!" he gasped and she stepped back. She was lost in his soft touch and his big cock, but this had to slow down and wait. "Wow, you don't fool around, do you?" Elli laughed at him and started cooking again. "Go sit down and I'll bring you a cup of coffee," she added, reached up in the cabinet for a cup and gave Alex a great shot of her big ass. He whistled and reached down to shift his cock in his shorts, just as Elli turned, smiled and she laughed at him. "You made him like this, so don't be judging people, woman!" Alex quickly said and kept moving his cock, until it felt better and Elli kept watching. She looked on and although she couldn't see because of his shorts, it was still fun to try and guess how long it was. "Hey, you're getting great shots of me, I should be able to see a little of you too!" she teased and Elli could see his mind working. "If you want...I could um...take them...off and then," he paused to stand up, Alex was close to full hardness and Elli could see it all. "You could see him and how much I want you!" he added with hope and she just gave him a funny look. She heard Alex and her heart was pounding in her chest, but Elli wanted to make him wait and work harder for her. "I don't think so tiger, but later, maybe you could wear one of the suits you wear at night. How's that sound?" she asked with grin and he sat back down, but his damn cock was still sticking straight up and Elli wanted it soon. He thought for a second and knew Elli must watch him at night. He swam laps in the big pool and wore very small swimming trunks. "You've been spying on me at night?" he asked, giving her a wink and grabbed her. He pulled her in front of him and Elli couldn't pull her eyes from his damn cock. "I've come down a few times to talk and get a drink, that's all and I would never spy on you!" she laughed and remembered watching how hard he always was. "I bet you wouldn't, you pervert!" he laughed and pulled her big body on his lap, crushing his cock in her large ass-crack and Elli just laughed at him. She laughed and came close to an orgasm, when Alex pulled her on his lap and his cock felt so good. It was against her thin panties and resting deep in her ass-crack, but he was pointing down towards her pussy and she could feel the blood pumping through him. "You better stop and let me go or...you won't get to rub oil all over me today and if you're really good boy..." she paused to run her fingers through his hair and kissed him. "I may take you up on the offer you made a few minutes ago...regarding your shorts." Elli whispered, caressed his face and gave him a light kiss. Alex kissed her and his cock jumped. "That will be nice...for both of us!" he said as their lips were together and he caressed her left nipple. Elli laughed inside and hoped she could resist him until later that night. "Oh yes, I'm sure it will be!" she smiled and they sat hugging each other. *. A few hours later, Elli was by the big family pool waiting for Alex and he finally came with drinks, a jar of peanuts and a giant bottle of baby oil. "I was starting to wonder if you changed your mind and forgot about me." Elli said with a pouty voice and put her lower lip out. He came out of the basement door and she looked so damn good in her tiny black bikini. Elli was on her stomach, propped up on her arms and her big breasts were hanging down. Alex looked over her long back, around her rounded hips and to her meaty ass. "Damn Elli, you look hot as fuck!" he growled and sat down on the blanket with her. She laughed him, but her pussy was on fire and so ready to get fucked, even if he was her brother and they had the same blood or not. "Thank you kind sir, I think?" she laughed, acting as if she was really thinking about what he said. "Alex, you make my day and you always will," she whispered, as he quickly moved right beside her and slipped his hand from her neck, all the way down her back and over the right side of her ass. Alex couldn't resist putting his hand on her, slid it all the way down her back, over her ass and he gently squeezed. He knew that Elli loved it from a soft and helpless moan came from her mouth. "I'm going to rub you all day and you're going to love it too!" he smiled, took the big bottle of oil, lifted it over her back and started squirting it on her. She saw him lift the bottle and he squirted the entire back of her body. "Oh Alex, not so much!" she laughed as he covered her in the warm oil and Elli knew it was going to be so hard to resist him. "You better rub all that crap in and hope it doesn't ruin my bikini, if it does...I'm going to kick your butt!" she teased and felt his hands slipping around her oiled back. He laughed, as his right hands massaged over her back and around the top of her ass. "You can bet this big, sexy ass...I'm going to rub it in and lots more! I promise that!" he turned, got up on his knees and went to work on his big sisters body. His hands were up and down her back, slipping with ease and he also made sure to rub her sides. The sides of Elli's breasts were so soft and so warm, as he gently rubbed and did everything he could to turn her on. Elli just stayed still and enjoyed her little brother's loving hands, as he rubbed over the sides of her breasts, searching for her nipples and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "Alex, you're going to spoil me!" she moaned, propped herself back up on her arms and Alex made his move. Both his hands slid over her big, meaty breasts and she just smiled at him. "You men and breasts!" she laughed as he found her hard nipples and he started rolling them between his fingers. "Mmmm Alex, that feels sooo good, but I'm not sure if we should be doing this or not!" Elli moaned as his mouth covered hers and he kissed her deep. He held her nipples, rolling and twisting them in his fingers. Alex watched Elli's face and the pleasure on it. "Want me to stop?" he asked, but by this time, she turned to face him and they were kissing like lovers. His right hand was still playing with a nipple, his cock was pressed against her side and Alex was going to try something. He felt so good playing with her nipple and his cock felt like it was made of steel. "Oh Alex, slow down, slow down," she moaned, he pushed her to her back and Alex was between her legs. His cock rested in her wet folds of pussy lips and her bikini was unless. "Alex no, maybe later, but not now." Elli said with a soft voice and he smiled. He started kissing her mouth, rubbing her big boobs and was sliding his hard cock over her pussy. "I won't sis, I won't!" he moaned into her mouth as they kissed so deep, his cock was pushing into her wetness, pointing up toward her belly and his fingers were twisting both of her nipples. He kept kissing Elli, while slowly humping her hips and lovely pussy. "You make me so hard, sis!" he moaned again and Elli hugged him tight. She heard him call her sis and a million sweet memories of raising him filled her mind. He was only eight when their parents died, but in truth, they weren't parents at all and the nanny raised them until Elli took over. "Oh baby, it feels so good, oh Alex, Alex!" she moaned as his cock-head bumped her clit harder and he leaned down to lick her oily nipple. "Oh yuck, I bet that tasted really good," she teased, grabbed a town next to them and Elli quickly wiped them off. "Try now!" Elli said with a teasing grin, she grabbed his face, shoving him into her left boob, and he started sucking her nipple hard. He laughed and loved that Elli hadn't stopped this. She wiped off her breast, grabbed his face and she tried to smother him. He sucked her nipple hard and watched her pretty face twist with pleasure. "Damn sis, you love these big things sucked, don't you?" he said and quickly went back to tormenting his big sister. She laughed and smiled. "I guess I do!" she moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Suck it, baby...suck it harder!" Elli gasped as he moved to her other nipple and sucked it just as hard. His hips rocked back and forth, pushing his stiff cock into folds and you could hear the juices from her pussy. "Alex, get up and play with my...pussy! Make me cum and I'll do something nice for you!" she smiled, he jumped up and had her bikini bottom off in a second. "You can do anything, but...fuck me, other than that, anything goes!" she added with a sultry look, spread her legs wide and Alex grabbed his oil. He got up and couldn't believe what Elli said, but he'd do anything she asked and never say no. "Oh Elli, this is my dream!" he moaned, put his hand over her pussy and slipped two fingers deep in her body. "Oh God, I don't need that oil...you are sooo wet and slippery!" he moaned and pushed them in deep, twisted them and she moaned out. She smiled and felt his hand cover her. His fingers slid in and when he twisted them, her back arched from the towel and she couldn't help but moan out with pleasure. "Oh God, Alex! Yes, do that again, please!" she giggled, took a deep breath and when he twisted, she couldn't help but yell again. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, make me cum baby! Make me cum!" she cried out, as his fingers twisted and Alex gently fucked her sloppy pussy. He smiled, pumping her and twisting his fingers in his sister. "Anything baby, anything for my girl!" Alex whispered in her mouth, kissed her again and he slipped another finger in her pussy. He fucked her faster, pushing them in deeper and he would twist. She squirmed under him, pushing her hips up to greet his fingers and he knew she was close. "Your pussy is so wet...so soft and so...fucking hot!" Alex moaned against her mouth and he fucked her faster. Her juices were making wonderful sloshing sounds and his cock was about to explode. "Cum for me gorgeous, I want to see you cum for me!" he moaned in her panting mouth and twisted his fingers. "Are you going to jerk me off?" he asked, pushed deep in Elli and she just moaned. "You gotta wait and...oh God!" she squealed when he pushed in her and twisted his skilled fingers. "You have to wait and see." Elli giggled and kissed him. He smiled, pulled his fingers out about half way and then, he shoved back into Elli and her upper body started to tremble. "Are you going to...suck me off?" he asked and she cried out louder than before. Elli heard Alex and she was ready to explode. "Yes, I'm going to eat your cock alive! I'm going to give my little brother the blow-job of your life and drink your cum too!" she moaned out and a hot rush covered her lower body. She began to shake and shiver. "Oh God, Alex...I'm cuming! I'm cuming, Alex!" she screamed as hot juice shot from between her legs and all over his arm. "Oh Alex, oh shit, oh shit!" she squealed and grabbed his hand, holding it in place until this wonderful feeling left. He rubbed and finger fucked her faster than ever. Warm juice covered his hand, Alex kept pumping his fingers faster and her muscles locked around his fingers. She grabbed his hand, held it over her orgasming pussy and Elli smashed her big thighs together. "That's it, oh yeah! You sexy damn woman!" he growled and gave her a deep kiss, enjoying her hips still pushing into hand and trying to cum again. "I love you." Alex whispered and Elli let go of his hand. She calmed down and finally let him go. "Oh my God, Alex! That was amazing and I can't wait till later." Elli purred, snuggled to him, reached down to hold his very hard shaft and kissed him. "After I catch my breath and recover from my fun...I'm going to suck this beautiful thing dry and not stop until you faint or beg me to stop!" she said with a seductive voice, kissed Alex again and she slowly started stroking him. He was lying there smiling, rubbing her big nipples and Alex couldn't wait to see Elli in action. "We are never going to have a boring night again, are we?" Alex said, thinking of the nights they would go crazy and have nothing to do. "Not unless we piss each other off and maybe have a fight, who knows." Elli laughed at him and pulled his cock. "I'm getting this thing hard...I can't wait to suck you, Alex," she purred against his mouth, giggled and slid down. She kissed the side of his shaft and Elli shivered. "Oh Alex, I wish that this would have happened a long, long time ago!" Elli moaned, as she rubbed his long, hard cock all over her face and she kissed every inch of it. He was watching Elli and her pretty face. Her lips were so warm, so soft and so loving, as she tenderly kissed his entire cock and he didn't think she missed a spot. "But, think of all the fun we can have now and we can also make up for lost time!" he smiled to her and she giggled. Elli gave him a helpless smile and opened her mouth. She leaned over him, took more than half and she started sucking him. 'Oh my fucking God! I'm sucking my baby brothers' giant fucking cock!' she screamed to herself, watching him squirm and enjoying the look of pleasure on his face. Elli lifted up, let him pop from her mouth and smiled to him. "Is big sister sucking it the right way, huh? Am I, Alex?" she asked with a wink and quickly went back down on him, sucking him deeper into her throat and sucking a little harder. Alex just stayed where he was and could not believe that this awesome woman had been with him for years. "Oh God, Elli...you're going to kill me!" he moaned, feeling her sucking harder and letting the head ease slowly into her throat. It was hot, tight and when Elli gagged, it felt as if someone was trying cut off his cock-head. "Oh baby, that's so fucking good! Oh Elli, Elli!" he moaned and she sucked him harder, plus she was over him now and her head was going up and down. She laughed inside and loved pleasing Alex. 'You go baby and have fun with your new play thing!' she thought and continued to pleasure her little brothers' cock. Elli looked into his eyes as she licked, teased and sucked his cock, knowing the law said it was wrong, but the only time you saw a case of it on TV it was always something bad and never a story of love. She knew they could not be the only brother and sister that felt this way about each other. Elli slowly lifted her head, letting him pop from her wet mouth and crawled up his body. "Alex, I love you and I'm so happy! You're not the only one who's had dirty thoughts...I've dreamt of this too and we're finally doing it!" she purred as her mouth covered his and they kissed deep, while Elli moved over him and his cock was smashed on her wet pussy. Dream Date! Alex held her body, enjoying Elli's kissing and her body on him. "I know you did and that you left that story about incest on my laptop. It didn't just pop up on its own!" he replied and her face turned red. "I'm glad you did." Alex said as his cock rested deep into Elli's wet pussy and he wanted her bad. Elli loved his warm hug and his stiff cock rubbing her pussy. "I want to fuck you now, but I'd really enjoy making love to you later and try to take our time," she smiled, kissed him again and something happened while she was humping him. "Oh Alex!" Elli cried when his inflated cock-head pierced her excited pussy and it slid inside her. He grabbed her meaty ass and tried to thrust his hips up. "Elli, oh Elli!" Alex moaned as their eyes found each other's and neither one of them moved. His head was just inside her and Elli's insides were on fire. "You're so hot and so tight!" Alex moaned, as her insides squeezed and hugged his big cock-head. She held his shoulders, his head stretched her wide and Elli was afraid to move. If she did, she would ram his massive cock to her center and the playing they were enjoying so much would be over. "Your sooo big!" she moaned back to him and leaned in for a kiss. "If we do this, I want nothing to change between us, ok?" Elli purred, kissed him and she thought about all they'd been through since their parents died. Elli raised him from the time he was eight and she was always there for Alex. She slowly sat down, enjoying his long and thick cock filling her so full. "Oh God, hold me, hold me!" she whimpered, fell on his chest and Elli sobbed. His cock filled her completely full and it sank to her core. He held Elli, trying to comfort her and enjoy his cock being balls deep in the only person he ever loved. "Don't cry, this is...awesome!" Alex moaned as he hugged and caressed her back, trying anything to get her back into a good mood and they could have fun. "Come on babe, stop and catch your breath," he said and Elli shook her head no. "No, I'm ok and I'm going to make love to my man!" she said wiping her eyes and giving him a smile. "I'm sorry, but it's just the 'mother' in me coming out and I started thinking about all we've been through since mom and dad died." Elli said as he wiped her eyes and gave her a soft kiss. He held her, his cock still deep inside Elli and Alex smiled. "It was tough at times, but we made it without killing each other and once we started getting along...it was nice and remember when I'd slip and call you...mom?" he said and the last line just slipped out. She heard him and how could she forget something so sweet. Her little brother loved her so much, he would call her mom and it always put Elli in a good mood. "Yes you silly, how could I ever forget that? It always made me feel so...special and that you loved me enough to call me mom," she smiled, gave him a kiss and Elli squeezed her pussy. "Mmmm, I bet that felt good!" Elli teased, knowing that her muscles were the tight and would make him moan with pleasure. He smiled to her, thinking about what Elli just said and she squeezed him. "Oh mom...that was amazing!" Alex moaned, she squeezed more and he saw that it was turning her on just as much. "Oh hell yeah! Go mom and have fun!" he moaned, grabbed her ass and squeezed as hard as he could. She loved him calling her mom, it sent a warm spark to her pussy and Elli wasn't going to last long. "Oh Alex, that was so nasty and dirty too, but it was sooo fucking hot!" she moaned into his mouth, as they kissed and held each other. His big cock filled her so full, Elli was almost afraid to move and it seemed as if he was growing more. "You're fucking your big sister and calling me...mom!" Elli whimpered, pushed down more and ground her hips into his, enjoying the fullness that his cock was giving her and it went so deep. He held this beautiful woman, savoring her tightness and the wetness pouring from her body. "You were always my...mom and you always will be." Alex whispered to her, as they stared into each other's eyes and he pushed his hips up. "Oh shit, Elli...that was nice!" he grunted and shoved up again. She smiled at his sweet words and he thrust his cock up. "Ahhh Alex, yes, yes!" Elli cried out and lifted her meaty ass up, giving him a better angle to push. He moved faster, driving his hard cock in and out of her. "Fuck me, fuck mommy's pussy, baby! Fuck mommy good!" smiled said with a motherly voice, lifted her ass more and Alex drove in harder. "Oh yes, that's mommy's good, little boy! Fuck mommy! Fuck mommy good and hard!" she cried out as he used her pussy and he started sucking the side of her tender neck. Elli lifted her ass; he took advantage and started thrusting up into her tight pussy. "Yeah mom, take this big cock! I'm going to love you day and night...mom!" he moaned to Elli, turned to her neck and he had to give her a big hickey. He sucked her neck, knowing that her tender white flesh would mark so easy and she would be marked as his. Her pussy squeezed him so tight and her wetness was out of this world. "I'm going to...cum soon! I'm going to cum in you...mommy!" he moaned into Elli's mouth, as he looked into her beautiful eyes and he was finished. She moved her hips in time with his thrusting cock and it was pure heaven. "Yeah baby, fuck mommy! Fuck mommy!" she moaned as his words filled her ears and Elli felt his cock jump. "Ahhh yeah, cum in...mommy! Oh, fuck...Alex! Alex!" Elli screamed when his hot load shot in the back of her inflamed pussy and she came with him. "I love you, Alex! I love you!" she whimpered and kept moving her hips with his thrusting. His cock started squirting deep into Elli and she went fucking wild on top of him. "Go baby, cum with...me!" he grunted, grabbed her big ass and squeezed it hard. "Cum with me...mom! Please, mom!" he moaned in her ear and Elli moved faster, while grinding her pussy against him. Later, they were holding each other and kissing. "I know it's a little late to ask this, but are you on the pill?" Alex asked, as he caressed Elli's face and she frowned at him. "Sweetheart, don't you remember when I got hit by that car and what it did to me?" He thought and it quickly came to mind. How could he forget the day she was ran over by a car and the handlebar of the bike went through her stomach, taking away her womb and any chance of ever having a baby. "Oh shit, I forgot. I'm sorry." Alex said and kissed her. "I hate the fact that if I ever wanted to have a baby I can't, but...it does mean that I can fuck my handsome brother to death and not have to worry!" Elli giggled and pulled Alex between her long, thick legs. "So...start fucking, mister!" she teased and slapped his ass. "My pleasure, mommy!" he laughed and started fucking her. Dream Daughter (This is my first submission, first story written outside of school. None of this has happened outside of my head. I plan on a conclusion story & maybe a prequel involving the father & mother.) * "Remember that wet dream you had a couple nights ago, daddy?" My first thought wasn't that that was a strange thing for my daughter to be saying to me at dinner, 18 or not. I felt guilty. I don't usually have erotic dreams so intense that I orgasm, but I had slept alone for so long. She apparently found me out while checking to see if the sheets needed washing. "It wasn't just a dream, dad. It was me." I couldn't remember it, only finding the evidence when I awoke. I started to panic, not knowing what had happened. "All I did was touch it, I've always wanted to. When I looked in your room on the way back from peeing, it was light enough to see your...penis sticking out of your p.j.s. It didn't take much and you were...cumming. I feel horrible about it. I just had to confess, even though you were asleep. Were you dreaming about mom to get hard like that?" I was finally able to find my voice by slipping into "father" mode when she asked the question. I'd had a lot of embarrassing questions to answer over the years as the single father of a daughter. "I think all men wake up with erections like that and don't know why. But if it was anyone, it would be your mother." Roxanne knew as much, since I never went out. "It's been too long, dad. I've been telling you to move on for years, but now that I'm an adult maybe you'll listen to me." "But I've never been with or dated anyone but her. I was a loser in high school who happened to get lucky with one of his teachers after graduation. I thought I loved her, but I was only 18. And we never had a chance to see where it would've gone." "Because I killed her." "No, it's not your fault. I've been telling you that for years. Maybe now that you're an adult, you'll listen to me. She knew the risks, but decided to keep going with the pregnancy. She gave you her life, don't regret being alive." "But, I don't really Feel alive. I went to school. I graduated. I didn't make any friends. I certainly didn't have a boyfriend" "Like father, like daughter." Tears were coming into my eyes, as they already were in hers. We cried and held each other like we should've done years ago. We had just been kind of going through the motions as a family. What we needed was to be friends. Best friends who would push each other to not live with a ghost, but to take chances and Live. We promised to make that new beginning with each other. What had happened two nights earlier had sort of been forgotten. Alone in bed, however, I focused on what she'd said, "All I did was touch it. I've always wanted to." In all these years mourning her mother, I had never thought of my daughter that way. For one thing, they didn't really look alike, outside of their striking brown eyes. Her mom was under 5 feet tall and very curvy, with long straight hair. Roxy had always wanted her brown curly hair cut somewhat short, and although 5 foot 2, she was very slim. Aside from that, those thoughts were unnatural. But obviously my daughter had different thoughts. Not being able to sleep anyway, I got up and headed toward the living room. Our DVR was almost full with bad shows that might put me to sleep. Passing Roxy's room, I looked in. It was very dark. But as I opened her door, a line of light crept into the room from left to right, exposing the foot of the bed, her pale legs...and her pubic hair. The nightgown had ridden up to her stomach, I thought. But then I recognized the way her right hand rested on her hip. It looked like when I fall asleep while masturbating. I needed to think, but then again I'd done too much of that in the past 18 years. I approached her bed, not thinking about my growing erection. Not thinking that this was my daughter. I'd decided I was going to return the favor. I didn't know for sure that she hadn't finished before falling asleep, but it seemed destined. Roxy was close enough to the hallway side of the bed that I could kneel on the floor and use my left hand. She was very hairy, like her mother. I said they didn't look alike except for their eyes, but here was another similarity. As I started gently exploring her forest with my left, I slowly maneuvered my right hand up the nightgown to feel her breasts. Maybe her nipples were as sensitive as my only other lover's had been. Sure enough, having already found my daughter's clitoris, what pushed her over the edge to start involuntarily quivering in her sleep was my thumb and first finger on her left nipple. I started to alternate. She'd had her left hand down the nightgown, but it had mostly come back up in sleep. The only other breasts I had ever touched were D-cups. Roxy's were only B's, but so firm and young. I'd never been with someone my own age, and in many ways I was still 18. The flood of moisture in my left hand was very satisfying, to me in a different way than to her. When my daughter's orgasmic vibrations slowed almost all the way down, I reclaimed my hands carefully, not wanting to be caught. She had made noises during, and moved her head around some, but I was surprised she hadn't woken up. Of course, I hadn't when she did the same thing for me two nights earlier. After slipping back into my room, sleep came very easily. The satisfaction of a job well done. ---------- I was giddy the whole next day at work and couldn't wait two more days. When we finally sat down to eat dinner, I said to my beloved daughter, "Remember that wet dream you had last night, Roxy?" To be continued...