0 comments/ 14700 views/ 0 favorites Pat's Fantasies Ch. 01 By: AZMajician Patricia was driving through the morning traffic, headed to her boyfriend's apartment for a quick breakfast before she had to go to work. She smiled at the thought of being with him. The thought of his arms around her, his kisses, his smell, his love for her. She didn't understand how it had happened or why, but she was falling in love with him.. She had sworn that after her second divorce, she would never get involved again.. It had taken her daughter away from her, it had caused her untold financial damages, and now... here she was, transferred to a store in a new area, 150 miles from her daughter, closer than she had been but not as close as she liked.. She thought back to the first time she saw him... She was working the cash register, it was a semi slow day so far, the customers had been polite and even friendly that day. She had just finished a rather large order for a woman who couldn't decide on how to pay, first offering a credit card, then changing to another card, then thinking about using a check, and then finally back to her first credit card. She had not lost her cool, and even though others in the line were mumbling things, she kept a smile on her face. Finally the lady had left, and there was a gentleman in the line who was next, he smiled and she rang up his sandwich and cold drink. He was very polite, and he even asked her how she was doing. He seemed like a nice guy. And then he was gone. They day continued and she hadn't even thought about it again. The next day was busy. She was working as fast as she could, about 10am she was again running the register, and all of a sudden it just slowed to a crawl. She turned to have a drink of her water that she kept in a bottle right behind her on the shelf, as she turned back, there he was... and again, a smile, his how are you question, and he was only getting a sandwich and a soda. This time it was slower, and he took a minute to engage her in idle chitchat. Things like, What's new, Have you lived here long, do you like the weather here, just simple little mean nothing questions. He seemed to actually listen to her answers, not just out of politeness, but it seemed like he was paying attention to her, and what she said. They chatted for a few more minutes, and he stated that he had to get back to work, and that he would see her later. That he worked upstairs and that it was nice meeting and chatting with her. He smiled at her and walked away. Pat as she preferred to be called, was wondering why she hadn't even asked him his name. Was it because she didn't want to get close to someone, was it because if she knew his name, that they would become friends. She didn't want to think about it, and put it out of her mind. And went back to work... As she continued to drive, she wondered how he had slipped past the walls she had put up, the purposeful mental and physical blocks she had erected to keep people distant. Yet, here she was, falling in love, wanting to be with him, and yet, afraid of the worst. Afraid that everything would work out perfectly for awhile, and that he would tire of her, tire of her lack of sexual desire, her lack of passion, and her feeling of worthlessness. Yet, when he kissed her, they would kiss and kiss for what seemed like hours, only last night she reminisced. She had gotten into her car, and rolled down the window. He had leaned in and kissed her, putting one arm around her shoulders, his other arm around her waist, holding her safely, snugly, and his kiss, passionate, warm, loving, wanting her. She returned the kiss, stiffly at first, and then the warmth from him breaking through, flooding her thoughts and body with the feeling of love, warmth, need and desire. It lasted what seemed like hours, when he pulled back, she noticed the clock on the dash. It had been only 15 minutes. "OH my god", she thought, how can he do this to me? His kisses made her so wet, sent tremors of desire through her entire body, she wanted more, and as if she had voiced this thought out loud, he leaned in and kissed her again. This time she wanted to pull away, not to stop, but to get out of the car and to go back into his apartment, to have him take her there, take her to his bed, to have him make love to her, to kiss her all over, to caress her body. He loved to go down on her, he would lick her and kiss her and suck on her and do all kinds of things that got her so wet, so excited... A few times she even experienced small orgasms from his kissing and touching. But she wouldn't submit to these feelings, she wouldn't get out of the car. But the kiss continued, and it was good... so good, so wonderfully tender, yet fulfilling, she put her arms around his neck and held him close. Returning his kiss with warmth, feeling and yes, even some love. Pat was thinking all of this, and then realized she was sitting in the car, sitting in a parking space in front of his apartment, she was here, how long she didn't know, but the engine was off, the heat of the sun already warming up the inside of the car. She grabbed her water bottles, her purse, and her keys, and got out, walked to the door. She shivered from her toes to her head. And then shook herself. Then she opened the door and went in. He was just stepping out of the kitchen, plates in hand as she walked in. He placed the plates on the table, turned and walked to her. He placed his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her tenderly and quickly, and then pulled away and held the chair for her; he took the water bottles to the kitchen to be filled later, when she had to leave for work. Pat thought quickly of how wonderful he was, how he almost anticipated her needs, her desires. He poured her coffee, and placed it in front of her, he served her scrambled eggs, with toast and jelly, diced potatoes fried in a skillet with small diced bell peppers, and seasoning. She had come to enjoy his cooking, and enjoyed the fact that he would fix her something to eat, as she so often found it a bother to stop to fix something for herself. And, he was a good cook. She remembered the dinner he fixed on their "one year" anniversary. Stir fry vegetables, cooked in an electric wok. Teriyaki chicken breast strips grilled tender, juicy, and so wonderfully moist and sweet. The sparkling cider to drink, the table cloth and cloth dinner napkins, the candles, the low lighting. So romantic, so warm, so thoughtful. And yet, they have never spoken of this being a "relationship", they had been seeing each other for a year now, and had even made love a few times... It had been her idea. But after the dinner. They talked over coffee, played a little cards, and just sat and enjoyed being with each other. He turned on his computer, he logged onto a web page, and told her to click on a picture of a rose, she walked to the computer, sat down and had clicked on the rose. There in front of her was a small airplane, snoopy was flying it, and it looked just like the comic strip. But something was different. There behind the plane was a banner. Just like the planes have over the beach, or that she had seen flying over the amusement parks when she was a young girl in California... the banner had writing, and as it moved across the screen she read it. Tears welling up in her eyes. it read: "Yes Pat, I do LOVE you... Very, Very much..." There it was in big bold letters, he was telling her what she already knew, and that she already knew she felt about him but was afraid to tell him. And with tears in her eyes, she turned to him, and saw tears in his eyes too. They came together holding each other, stroking each other's back. Wanting to not be the first to speak, they both just held on to the other not daring to speak. The breakfast was excellent, and she wanted to just sit and enjoy being there with him, but she had to go to work. It was his day off and she knew that he was going to run some errands, bring her some lunch at her lunch break, then come home and wash and wax her car, then do whatever he needed to do and when it was time for her to get off he would either pick her up, or she would walk to his apartment. Less than a block. Not very far, and she enjoyed the short walk. today, she mentioned that she would walk today, so he didn't need to come for her. He filled the two bottles for her with water in one and Gatorade in the other. It was going to be a very hot day there in Tucson, and she knew she needed to keep drinking or she would get sick. She had before, and he had been there for her. She had come over for lunch as she was working a later shift, and had gotten sick on the way over, she had not use the A/C in the car, she didn't think it was all that hot. But by the time she got there she was not feeling good, and couldn't even think about eating the toast and coffee he had made. She grabbed the bottles, now filled, and as he reached for her, she came willingly to him, the kisses. They were making her want to do something other than go to work. Something other than just standing here in his kitchen. She wanted to put the bottles down, to take him to the bedroom to kneel down in front of him to undo his pants, to be on her knees, licking and sucking him, to pleasure him. To give him the best effort she could, to swallow him, and his seed, she wanted to do for him, what he had done so often to her. To make his knees weak, to make him hers. To commit so completely and powerfully to show him that she did love him, that she wanted only him, to be his, to have him make love to her all day long, but this would have to wait, she needed to go to work. She pulled away, she grabbed her purse, gave him the keys, and kissed him briefly, then walked the block to work, her knees still weak from the kisses, but she had to work, had to show herself and everyone in her past, that she could do it on her own. All by herself. As she walked into the store, she was all composed, a professional. Work oriented. Not even thinking about him or what had transpired. All day long she worked putting nothing into her mind except work, and how she was looking forward to seeing her daughter that weekend. To be continued... Pat's Fantasies Ch. 02 Part 2------- Pat was just getting off from work, she thought back to that morning as she walked out of the store. She had gone to her boyfriend's apartment for breakfast, before walking to work, and had enjoyed her day at work. It had been an interesting day, the store had not been very busy in the morning, a few shoppers, a number of whom were just browsing, some did purchase items, but for the most part, the morning had been fairly slow. She had stocked some shelves, rang up a few orders on the register, and had spent most of the morning thinking about spending the weekend with her daughter. Her daughter lived with her father after a nasty divorce that left Pat broke, and alone. Her daughter was now almost 18, and they had discussed her coming to live with Pat when she turned 18 and Pat had was thinking of moving again already in anticipation of getting a two bedroom apartment to share with her daughter. In the years since Pat had divorced her husband, she had spent them alone, working hard, living a life of simple means, and not really meeting anyone that she considered her type. Her time away from work was spent alone, or occasionally a dinner out with a friend or co-worker. She didn’t date, and really didn’t feel like starting a new relationship. She felt lonely, but after the problems with her ex… she didn’t want to go through all that again, so she just spent her time by herself. About 11 months ago, her company opened another store in Arizona, she thought that would be a good change, and as her daughter was now living in Arizona, the transfer would allow her to see her daughter more often then she could if she stayed in California. She had tried to get the transfer when they opened the last store in Arizona, but hadn’t been quick enough, and someone else got the last transfer. This time she got the transfer, and moved to Tucson. Granted this was still a 45 minutes drive to where her daughter was, but they had no other stores nearer to her daughter with openings. The move was uneventful, she found a studio apartment about a 25 minute drive from the store, and it was a rather nice drive there. Not much traffic at the times she had to go to work, and not much when she went home. She had only been working in the new store about a week when she met a couple of people from one of the businesses that had offices in the same building/complex as the store. One gentleman was very nice to her and always seemed to have a smile for her, and a cheery hello. He seemed to always come to her line when she was at the register, and would sometimes find her in the store stocking shelves and say “Hi”, or make some cute little comment as he came up to her. One time just shortly after she had thought about asking him to join her for lunch sometime… he came in and while she was stocking some shelves, he leaned over to her ear and whispered, “If I thought you would say yes, I would ask you to meet me sometime for lunch.” Pat turned around and with a smile, said that she would love to. Then added, “I get off in about 2 hours, if you would like it to be today”. They went to lunch in her car, he lived only a block from where she worked he had walked to work that day, as it was only a short block from his apartment. They went to a local salad and sandwich spot and spent time talking and getting to know each other, she told him of her daughter, and her plans to go up to see her every other weekend as it was a 45 minute drive up to the Phoenix area, and she didn’t like long drives. She told him of her recent move to Arizona, her desire to try and move closer to her daughter and to be able to someday soon to make a home for her and her daughter. This lunch turned out to be a very nice time she decided. She didn’t want it to end and after about 45 minutes of chatting after they had eaten, she mentioned to him that she had to run 2 errands, and after that she would love to spend some more time with him that day, if he had no other plans. He didn’t, and they went off to run her errands. After spending the afternoon driving around she went to drive him back to his apartment. He invited her in, and offered her a cold glass of water or soda.. they sat and talked more about their lives, their desires and what not. Pat thought to herself that this was a real nice guy, and from that point on, it was almost like they had known each other for years. He listened to her, he paid attention to her feelings, and he even seemed to understand what she had been through. They had so much in common, both had been through two unsuccessful marriages, she had a daughter, but he had no children. He had a poor and abused childhood, and she had been through pretty much the same things. From that day forward, they seemed to everyone that they were a couple. They had many lunches together, if they were both working she would go up to his office, and they would have lunch together almost everyday. If she was working and he wasn’t, he would bring her lunch and they would sit outside for the 30 minutes while she ate and they talked. They went to movies.. rides around the area to show her Tucson and the surrounding area. They got in the habit of spending a lot of their free time together. Their shifts at work were quite different. His shifts were set and they varied only as to the day and hours, but it was the same from week to week. Hers were varied from week to week. There were times that when she would go to work that he was home and when she went there, he would have breakfast or lunch ready for her, so she could eat before going to work, or she would come over after work and he would have dinner ready for her. At times her shift would be in the evening, and he would bring her dinner, and after work she would stop at his place before going home for the evening. They would spend time at his pool… they never enjoyed it so much.. the pool was always sparkling, and very rarely was there anyone there but them. They swan, they talked they even “necked” in the pool. It was for Pat a wonderful time and a great relationship. She found that he was a gentleman, not pressuring her to have sex, not constantly trying to “cop a feel”. It was for her almost a fairy tail. She hadn’t believed that there were men who listened, and didn’t take it to mean that a kiss was always a prelude to hot sex. He seemed to be the perfect guy. One afternoon they were spending a quiet Saturday together. Pat had driven there at 8am, they had breakfast, went to the store and ran an errand or two, gone back to his apartment, and went swimming. After they came in from the pool, she helped him fix them a lie lunch, sandwiches and some chips. Then she asked him if seeing as they were going out to dinner and a movie later, would he mind if she took a short nap. He said not at all, and even had her go take her nap in his bed, rather than the couch. She went in to nap, and he sat at his desk to do some paper work. After about 5 minutes, she came out and asked him if he would like to come in and take a nap with her, as she wanted to lay there and be held while she slept. They both laid down on the bed, and he held her in his arm. She rested her head in the crook of his shoulder and partly on his chest, with her arm over him. His hand stroked her shoulder and upper back and as they lay there with their eyes closed, they both gently fell asleep. Pat woke shortly realizing that she had only slept for maybe only 20 minutes, and looked up to his face. It was peaceful and his breathing was shallow and regular, as she lowered her hand from his chest to his stomach. She reached down and placed her hand under the bottom of his T-shirt, and proceeded to lightly stroke his chest. Running her hand through the thick carpet of hair on his chest, lightly caressing his chest and stomach. After a few minutes of this with a smile on her face, she stroked with just a bit more pressure, trying to wake him gently, yet softly. As he awoke and looked down at her, she smiled and drew her hand down to his waist, and asked him to make love to her. She was nervous, and a bit unsure of herself. She hadn’t made love to anyone in a couple of years, and other than a couple of unfulfilling attempts a self stimulation, she wasn’t totally sure that this was what she wanted. She wanted to please him, and hoped that somehow, he would also want her. Hoping that he would be able to help her reach that plateau of lust, desire, and hopefully that wonderful feeling that she knew would bring her to an orgasm. Pat was scared, she hadn’t really thought about making love to him, but at the moment it seemed like the most important thing for her at the time. He took her in his arms, he kissed her passionately, and asked her if she was sure. If she was really ready to make this step in the relationship. He stated that he didn’t want to make love to her if she was not ready, and that he wanted the relationship to continue, but didn’t want it to be ruined just because he made love to her. In answer to his question, she lowered her hand, slipped in under the waistband of his swim trunks, and gently grasped his manhood and started to gently stroke it… As it started to expand with the increased sensations, their kisses got more passionate, lust was taking over both of them. He gently removed her bikini top, then pulled his shirt over his head. He then continued to kiss her and moved his head lower to her chin, then kissed and licked her neck. He gently rolled her on her back, and raised himself up and stroked and caressed her breasts, kissing one and then the other. To Pat, it seemed as if he was avoiding her nipples on purpose.. licking and kissing and gently biting her breasts.. never touching her nipples, getting close, but always avoiding the nipple or the area of the aureole. Pat was feeling the pleasure, she could tell that she was getting wetter and wetter. If only he would lower his hand, to slid it under her shorts, to open her shorts, to place his hand there.. to caress her mound, to stroke her bush, to slide his fingers between her lips, to rub lightly over her clit, to … to.. oh was she getting wet.. thinking of the pleasure he was giving her.. Pat wasn’t excited, she wasn’t even breathing to hard.. she was past that.. she was practically there, and he had only touched her and kissed her above the waist.. she smiled.. she knew it was right… He continued kissing and nibbling at her breasts, and stroking one and then the other… as if they were the only parts of her that existed. He leaned up and kissed her on the mouth, her tongue playing with his. Their tongues fencing with both mouths as the field of battle, gently moving up, down, around, first in her mouth, then in his.. back and forth, with a passion she had never felt before, feeling his tongue and mouth on hers, his hand on her chest, she came. And then again, stronger and harder then ever before. And as her body relaxed, and the feeling floated her gently to earth.. she sighed. His hand not stopping, his kisses on her face, her mouth, her neck, her chest… and he touched her nipple.. and then licked the nipple, and Pat flew away.. another orgasm, stronger the first two. It didn’t stop this time, it was strong, it was almost gut wrenching , she twisted right and left, she felt the spasms from her toes to her head.. the pleasure, it was as if he had tightened the string on a violin, and it had continued to tighten and had finally burst from the pressure… She closed her eyes.. she was sated.. or thought she was.. and she was out. Moments later she opened her eyes, where was he? Then she felt it, his hands, opening her shorts, pulling them down her legs and off, his lips kissing her legs and her feet, then back up her legs.. her thighs, then her belly above her bikini, sliding his tongue around and into her belly button. Then back up to her chest, her neck, her chin, her mouth… The kisses were so good, Pat never wanted them to stop, she had never in her wildest fantasies thought that she could feel better, or that anyone could bring her to orgasm with just kisses and just above the waist.. her breasts had never been that sensitive.. what had he done? What was different..? What was it about his kisses and touch above her waist that had set her off like that.. She was almost to his apartment when she realized that she was getting excited remembering that first time, that first time they had made love on a warm sunny afternoon. It thrilled her and she could feel herself getting wet as she remembered more of that first time… more of what had happened after he removed her shorts……… TO be Continued………… Pat's Fantasies Ch. 03 As she walked through the apartment complex, she continued to think about that first time... He had removed her shorts, he had tossed them aside, and then looking down at her, his eyes traveled up her legs, past her thin panties, across her stomach, past her breasts, still encased in the top of her bikini, and up to her face.. she watched him as he smiled and looked into her eyes... that look of love, lust, passion. He leaned down and wrapped her in his arms.. kissing her, using his lips to pull her lower lip, to nibble on it, she was feeling so much heat in her stomach, in her groin, she new she was very wet. He kissed his way down to her chest, he untied the top of her bikini, and as he pulled it away, he started licking and nibbling her chest, her breasts, from one to the other. Pat raised her hands to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. She tried to direct his mouth to her nipples, but he kept going from one breast to the other and avoided all contact with the nipples. As he kissed his way down her belly, he licked and nibbled her belly button, then downwards, kissing her abdomen, licking a wet trail down through her trimmed but thick pubic patch, as he did this he was pulling her panties downwards, she lifted herself, and he pulled them off. After pulling them off her feet, he started kissing and licking her feet, then her right ankle, and her right calf, upwards licking and kissing her knee, her thigh, and her inner leg, then moving to her left leg... again starting at the foot and moving upwards. Pat was twisting her nipples, she was so excited... As she realized that she had almost walked past his front door, her reminiscing stopped, she turned and walked to the door of his apartment. At this point Pat stood still, tried to calm her breathing and collect herself. She was getting so excited just thinking about that first time, and what had transpired, that she knew if she didn't calm herself down, she would be attacking him as soon as the door closed. She reached for the knob, and found the door locked, she knocked... after a few moments, and getting no answer, she pulled the extra key to his apartment from her purse, and unlocked the door and went in. Pat walked into the apartment, she called out to him, and got no answer. She looked around, found that he wasn't there, and when she got to the kitchen, she found a note telling her that he would be home shortly, as he had run to the store for some things for dinner. Pat decided to just sit in the recliner and relax, after the long day at work, and her little bit of reminiscing, she needed to just sit and compose herself. Pat sat back, and started to think about why, while walking to his apartment, did she think about that first time, what was it about that day that was so different, so exciting, that while walking, she almost relived that afternoon. As she sat there, more of what transpired came back to her... He had been licking and kissing her legs, moving from the foot upwards. While he was doing that, Pat had been playing with her nipples, the only spot on her upper body that he had completely ignored earlier. And as she pulled, twisted, and flicked her nipples, he was getting closer to her pussy. Still not yet touching her there, still not placing his hands on her, but kissing and licking and nipping at her thighs, and all around her pussy.. she never felt this hot, this wet.. she could feel her wetness between her legs, could feel the sheet beneath her getting soaked with her juices. She was so very close, oh so close... She felt that if he were to touch her, or even gently blow on her lips, she would cum, she new he was teasing her, she knew she was about to cum.. And suddenly, she felt his breath, it was warm and moist, it was right above her clit, she raised her hips, and connected with his mouth, and she started to orgasm, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She raised up more, and felt his tongue, it flicked out over her clit, it snaked down into the valley between her lips, it snaked in-between those puffy, blood engorged lips to find and seek out the wetness, to lick up her wetness, so he could swallow her juices. His tongue licked up and down, deeper and deeper, then back out and around her clit. He kept licking, and then sucking on her clit, then more licking in her furrow. He was drinking up every bit of moisture he could find, and every time he pulled his tongue out of her, he would flick her clit. Pat was cumming, and again and again... it didn't stop, she was panting and spinning, her mind awash with pleasure, and she couldn't stop cumming.. it felt like she was about to pass out, and suddenly, his finger entered her, and one final orgasm washed over her and she passed out.. Pat realized that she was sitting there in the recliner, her hand drenched with her wetness, her panties stretched over her hand and her jeans wide open, she was sitting there masturbating, thinking about that afternoon. As she opened her eyes, she saw him standing there in front of her, a smile on his face, the look of lust in his eyes, and she could feel the blood rush to her face in embarrassment.. Here she was a 48 year old woman, fully dressed, her hand down the front of her pants, and masturbating in someone else's apartment, and now here he was standing there, having watched her, and obviously enjoyed watching her pleasure herself. She pulled her hand out of her panties, and he leaned over, and took it by the wrist, and licked every bit of her wetness from the fingers. Smiling at her, he leaned further over her, and kissed her, using his tongue in her mouth, she could taste what she felt was her own juice on his tongue, and she was getting wetter just thinking about it. He pulled away, and walked to the kitchen, telling her that it would be about 30 minutes till dinner was ready, and that if she wanted, she could go take a shower or a bath before eating. Pat got up, pulled up her pants, and walked to the bathroom. She didn't know if she was embarrassed, or just overcome with guilt. He had caught her playing with herself, and besides licking her fingers, and kissing her, he didn't say a thing about what he had seen or what she had been doing. She turned on the water to take a hot bath, adjusted the water temperature. She went to the hall cupboard and got a towel, and returned to the bathroom. She got undressed, and turned around to the mirror. She looked at herself, she was 48, had a nice figure, her breasts were not sagging, but they were full. Pat placed her hands up under her tits, holding them just slightly up, as if weighing them, they were full, they were round, and the nipples were still hard and pointing outwards. Nothing wrong here she thought. Smiling at her reflected image, she ran her hands down her sides, past her sloping belly, past the swell of her rounded hips, down to her thighs, feeling smooth and silky legs, then moving to the front of her thighs, and then slowly up to her pubic mound, running her fingers lightly through the thick matted hair. She decided to trim it down, not to shave it, but to thin it so that her lips could be seen, so that if someone were to look at her as she stood there naked, they would see the sight that she now saw. The slightly reddish and puffy lips, the glistening of moisture on the lips, the memory of what had recently happened playing in the back of her mind. And as it came to her consciousness, her fingers slowly moved to those lips, to spread them, to gently stroke them, pulling them apart, and then running her fingers in-between the lips, gently up and down along the furrow of her pussy, slowly sliding inwards with no friction due to the wetness of her juices. To be continued... Pat's Fantasies Ch. 04 She was standing there, running her fingers up and down between the lips of her pussy, she wasn’t thinking about what she was doing, she was thinking of what she wanted to be doing. She was thinking about him, about him licking her pushing his tongue into her, deeply licking and stroking her from the inside. Playing his tongue over her lips, around her clit, and then sliding his tongue up and down her entire slit. She was pushing her fingers deeper and deeper, trying to reach that spot she had heard about, that he found so easily, but she wasn’t thinking about this either, she was thinking about him making love to her, having him on top of her or her on top of him, riding him, or even having him take her from behind while she knelt on the bed, or leaned over the table, or across the dresser. So many ways, so many places, Pat only wanted to cum. And as she played with herself, he was standing there in the bathroom, watching her through the shower curtain, watching her finger herself, watching as she finally came, watching the water run down her body. He watched as she nearly collapsed to the bottom of the shower with the orgasm she gave to herself. He went back to the kitchen, and she finished her shower. Pat dried off and then put on some shorts and a T-shirt. Then walked to the kitchen and sat down to a meal that he had prepared. While eating they talked, and she thought… what was it, what was it about him that brought out this passion, this lust, this desire for sex that she had locked away. She studied him while they talked and ate. Trying to understand, trying to find that key to how he had unlocked the desires and the lust. She found nothing, she only knew that she wanted him, that she desired him more than she had ever wanted and desired anyone. After they ate, the together cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen, then went to the living room, to sit and cuddle and relax. They watched some TV, then decided that it was getting late and Pat had to drive home, She went to the other room and gathered her work clothes and he then walked her to her car. She got in and opened the window. He leaned in and kissed her, her eyes shut and she leaned back, returning the kiss. The kiss was soft, passionate, and as usual, it thrilled her the way he kissed her. It continued, and as it did, she was getting wet, and her breathing got deeper, she still didn’t understand how even his kisses turned her on so much. They pulled apart, she started to reach to put the key in the ignition, and he leaned back in and started kissing her again.. He put one arm around behind her shoulders, and the other in front of her and around her waist. As he kissed her his right are moved from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, and his left arm moved so that his hand was stroking her side, then her belly and moved up under the shirt to her breasts. He started by lightly playing with her nipple, and then slowly and lightly twisting her nipple, Pat was feeling her thighs getting wetter and wetter, she was feeling the lust and desire build, and with him playing with her breast, she was getting very excited, to the extent the she was starting to experience small little ripples in her pussy, she then leaned back and experienced a major orgasm, and as she tried to catch her breath, he pulled away, and suggested that she drive home carefully, and that he would see her in the morning. Pat started the car, caught her breath and smiled at him as she backed up and drove off. When Pat got home, she turned on the TV, got undressed, and prepared to get things ready for the next day. It was her intention to get to his apartment early to have breakfast and she caught herself thinking about making love with him, before going to work. As she sat down to relax and watch TV till she could fall asleep, she started flipping through the channels. She was glad that the apartment she lived in offered Satellite TV, It had so many channels to choose from and she was sure that she would find something to watch, something to settle her self with and help her to just relax and hopefully fall asleep soon. As she flipped through the channels, she noticed that one that looked like a movie, she settled back and decided to watch it to find out what it was. On the screen there were three women riding in a convertible with the top down and driving south along the beach. The next scene was of then pulling into the driveway all laughing, and seeming to be having fun. Then two of the women got out and started to go towards the house, and the third stayed in the car and backed out of the driveway. The first two went in, and the camera showed them walking into the house from the inside. They closed the door and while smiling at each other they reached out and pulled each other into a very hot and close kiss. Pat was about to change the channel, when she noticed that one of the women was starting to undress the other, and that the kiss was showing that they were not only kissing, but caressing each other as well. Pat had never been with another woman, she really didn’t have any desire to be with one. But like most women, she had on a number of occasions thought about what it would be like. And here in her apartment, she decided it couldn’t hurt anyone or anything if she were to watch this movie a little longer. She watched the one undress the other, and as she broke the kiss, she got down on her knees to open the jeans of the other woman, and as she pulled them down she leaned into her body and started licking and nibbling on her belly, and then down to her pubic mound. Trailing her tongue down further and tilting her head to place her tongue directly into the other woman’s pussy. She was eating her right there in the hall as her partner stood against the wall. Pat stared at the screen, The woman standing there being pleasured was blonde, with hair down past her shoulders, she had melon sized breasts, and a trim waist. Pat thought that she was very attractive. The one on her knees had rich red hair, almost down to her waist. It was full and somewhat curly but hung in place and seemed to be full of body and bounce as she moved. She was still dressed in shorts and a T-shirt but she looked at least as nice as the blonde. In fact, Pat had been recently thinking about coloring her hair that same red color, and she knew that her boyfriend liked that color and he had said so a number of times when Pat had made comments about coloring her hair. She watched as the redhead continued licking and sucking on the blonde. The camera panned up the blonde’s body to her face, she had deep blue eyes, and as they rolled upwards from the pleasure she was receiving, it was obvious to Pat that she was not only enjoying the sensations, but that she was about to have an orgasm. Her moaning came to a loud scream as she reached that plateau, and then her body just sank to the floor. She turned off the TV, and realized that she was again playing with herself, and she too was almost at that same point. She couldn’t understand it, she had already orgasmed at least three times earlier playing with herself, and now here she was watching two women enjoy each other, and she was about to orgasm again. This time she wasn’t even thinking about her boyfriend. She was very confused. Pat looked at her fingers, now extremely wet with her on fluids from her orgasm, and as she looked at her hand, she brought it to her nose, smelled it and slowly and tentatively brought the fingers to her mouth and she licked her own fluids from her fingers. She thought that it tasted slightly sweet, and she remembered that once she had taken her boyfriends penis in her mouth just after he had been inside her, and she remembered the flavor… and she was enjoying it… As she lay there on the sofa, she was thinking of nothing but the pleasure she had felt, the movie that she had just seen, and the taste she had just sampled.. and she fell asleep with a smile on her face... To be continued. Pat's Fantasies Ch. 05 Pat woke the next morning, feeling refreshed. She got up made the coffee, went to shower, shaved her legs, trimmed her pubic hair, and got ready to go to work. After getting dressed in shorts and a work T-shirt, she went and poured a cup of coffee. While standing there in the kitchen she reflected back on the previous day. She had brought herself to at least four orgasms. She had gotten very excited about the two women in the movie, and somewhere deep in the back of her mind she felt that someday, she might just have to try making love to another woman. But in the meantime, her relationship with her boyfriend need to grow. She needed to feel wanted, needed to feel attractive and feminine to him. She wanted him to want her, to love her and yes, she was feeling that she was in love with him, wanting to build something with him. But her fears of that were still in her mind... Pat finished her coffee, got her things together and walked out of the apartment. Got into her car, and drove to her boyfriend's apartment. It had become a regular thing, got to his apartment, he would have breakfast waiting, and then she would walk to work, she liked that, the feeling of having someone there doing for her, thinking about her and wanting her. She found the drive quick and easy. She pulled in and he was just coming outside to dump some trash as she pulled in. She delayed getting out of the car till he was on his way back to the apartment. She Got out and locked the door as he approached her, taking her into his arms, pulling her to him and kissing her.. she felt the kiss all the way to her toes. His kisses excited her more than any she had ever received. And she returned them with as much passion as she could muster. They walked into the apartment, he had only to put the plates on the table and breakfast was ready. They sat down and ate, had some coffee and discussed the plans for that evening. Pat was going to stay there, and in the morning they were driving up to the Phoenix area so that they could spend the day with her daughter. He was driving her car, and because she didn't like long drives, she had asked him to go with her. He was going to wash her car, then run some errands, and would bring her some lunch later when she left him know when her lunch break would be. She told him she would call as soon as she got there and looked at today's schedule. She usually walked the block to work since they had started to be together, it was a nice walk, not on a busy street, and walking gave her a chance to relax and get exercise. She got to work, checked the schedule and called him to let him know when her lunch break was. All was good in her life at the moment and she smiled. Pat had a good day at work, they were not too busy, and not to many customers were being idiots that day. Shortly before her scheduled lunch break, while she was working at one of the cash registers, she noticed him in her line. He was early for her lunch, but he had a small basket in his hand and was evidently buying a few items from the store. Whenever he shopped there he got in her line if she was at the register. As she waited on the customers in line, she noticed the he was talking to the woman in line ahead of him. The woman was tall, had a nice figure, or at least from what Pat could see of it. The woman had long red hair, was wearing a light purple T-shirt, and blue jeans. She had a nice smile, and she was laughing at something her boyfriend had said. Then the woman looked at Pat, and then to her boyfriend and nodded. They seemed to be talking about her, or at least maybe he had mentioned Pat in the conversation. Pat took a better look at the woman. She had noticed the long red hair and her outfit. She now looked at the face, blue almost sky blue eyes, A nice smile, not too many freckles on the face. She looked at the woman between helping and running her register, she looked up and there were about 3 more people in line ahead of this woman who was still talking to her boyfriend. Pat wasn't jealous, but couldn't figure out why they were talking so long. It wasn't like him to flirt or carry on with other women, especially in front of her. The Red head had definitely filled out the T-shirt, and Pat would guess that the woman was at least a 40D if not a little bigger. She had a full look to her, not fat, not overweight, but not a skinny rail. She had long legs and once the woman turned around, Pat saw that she had a very nice round rear end as well. Something like the redhead in that movie she had watched.. not exactly, but there was a reminder of her. All of a sudden she was in front of Pat. Pat greeted her as she did to all customers, and was glad to receive a pleasant greeting in return. Pat looked up at the woman, and saw a big smile, and what looked like a wink. Pat finished her order, and said goodbye, and the redhead said goodbye, and see you later, as she walked out of the store. Now Pat was confused, or at least flustered, she thought for sure that the redhead had winked at her, but she wasn't sure it was a wink, it could have just been the woman's eye blinking as all eyes tend to do. Then it was her boyfriend ion front of her, and of course he had a smile on his face, he always did when he looked at her. She smiled at him, rang up his order and as he walked away he said he would see her outside in ten minutes for her lunch break. He walked out. And out of sight. Pat was not sure if she should be concerned or what. Maybe it was just her insecurity, maybe it was just her imagination. She kept on ringing up customers orders until it was time for her break. She finally finished and went to the back to get her water bottle, her purse and to clock out for lunch. Pat then walked outside and around the corner to where they usually sat and ate. He was there, with a smile on his face, and had lunch set out almost like a picnic. He stood up and kissed her and they sat down to eat. Just a small salad, and a tuna sandwich, just what she felt like eating, she didn't like to eat big meals while at work. And he always seemed to know her appetite. He always seemed to know what she was in the mood for. This was something that Pat liked, it was like they read each others minds when it came to food or drink or what to do on day's off. Pat toyed with the idea of "Prince Perfect" for a minute. He was special, and she was falling in love. Pat was sure of it. They ate, and talked about the drive up to Phoenix, and what they were going to do once they picked up her daughter. They decided to go to the Mall, as her daughter had mentioned needing to get some clothes and other things for school. Pat suggested that they go to that new outlet mall, and he agreed. They talked about work, and then it was time to go back. As he kissed her and held her, he said he would have dinner and a surprise waiting for her when she got off work. And he would see her when she got to his place. She went into the store and saw him start back towards the apartment. Pat's mind was acting up over time at the thought of the surprise, not having any idea as to what it might be, it stayed on her mind as she worked the rest of the shift. Was he planning a special dinner, it wasn't an anniversary, it wasn't her birthday, it wasn't anything that she could remember. It sat there on her mind like a heavy weight. She couldn't stop thinking about it. And soon the shift was over. She gathered her things and headed out the door. A short walk and she was at the front door. She opened it, and sitting there on the couch was the redhead from the store. She was sitting on the couch, and she was looking at Pat as she walked in. The shock or surprise on Pat's face was very evident, she couldn't even speak. The Redhead had to ask her to close the door, and Pat did. The redhead then asked Pat to come over to the couch, and to kneel on the ground in front if her. Pat didn't even realize that she did exactly that. As she kneeled in front of the woman, she watched her sit forward, she was able to see that the redhead was very well endowed up top, and as she leaned forward towards Pat, her long hair fell forward from her shoulders and almost reached her lap. She didn't even realize the she was being spoken to, and only when the redhead clapped her hands in front of Pat, did she realize that she was not only staring at the redhead, but was just caught admiring her. Pat could feel her face turn red in embarrassment. She was kneeling on the floor in front of this woman, she was staring in admiration at her, and was not even sure of why. Pat looked to her face. The redhead said, "Now that I have your attention, I should introduce myself. My name is Sharron I am here at the request of your boyfriend to give you a special evening to fulfill your fantasies." Pat leaned back on her heel that were under her, and just looked into Sharron's eyes. She had no idea what fantasies she was talking about, they had never discussed fantasies, they had never talked much about anything relating to fantasies. Sharron stood up in front of Pat. She reached down to pat, and took her arm to help her stand up, she then took Pat in her arms, and pulled her in close and pressed her lips to Pat's, she parted Pat's lips with her tongue, and kissed her. Pat was in total surprise, returning the kiss without thinking, feeling Sharron's tongue playing around in her mouth, and feeling the excitement of the kiss, her first from a woman. She was enjoying it so much, that she put her arms around Sharron, and pulled her closer, pressing her body tightly to Sharron's, returning the kiss with lust and desire. Her tongue playing tag with Sharron's. Pat felt her knees getting weak, and the moisture forming in her crotch. She was getting very wet from this kiss. She was so engrossed in the kiss that she didn't even realize that Sharron was pulling her shirt out of her pants, and then pulling it over her head. It wasn't till the kiss ended that she realized that not only had Sharron removed her shirt, but had removed her bra as well. As Sharon returned her lips to Pat's, they kissed again, Pat again placing her arms around Sharron, and receiving Sharron's tongue inside her mouth. Pat was just slightly aware of some movement in the room, but she was enjoying this kiss so much, that she didn't even look around to see what was happening. Sharron proceeded to undress Pat, removing her denim shorts, then pushing her panties down to fall at her feet with the shorts. Pat stepped out of the shorts and panties but lifting one foot and then the other. Pat was standing there in her boyfriend's apartment totally naked, kissing a tall sexy redheaded woman, and she hadn't even seen her boyfriend. While she enjoyed this kiss, and the exciting strangeness of the situation, She felt Sharron take her right hand and place it behind her, then the left hand was placed behind her, and when Sharron had both of Pat's hands behind her, Pat felt something placed on her wrists. Then she heard a snap. And she couldn't move her hands. Sharron had placed some kind of restraint on her. As she tried to look behind her to see what it was, she saw her boyfriend standing behind her smiling. He leaned to her and kissed her cheek, telling her that she was going to learn how to please a woman, just like she had imagined in her fantasies. He told her that he had listened to her talk in her sleep, and had listened to her talk and moan while she had played with herself on the couch the previous day. That when he had met Sharron in the store, Sharron had agreed that Pat was a pretty woman, and had even commented that she would be a perfect playmate for her Dominant desires. He had caught up to her outside the store and after a few brief comments about things in general, ha had asked Sharron if she would be willing to help him make Pat's submissive and lesbian fantasies come true. Sharron had agreed, gone home to change, and then returned to his apartment to await Pat's arrival. To be continued... Pat's Fantasies Ch. 06 Pat couldn’t believe what he had just said. She couldn’t believe that one of her fantasies was about to happen. She couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was there to help him make it happen, to fulfill her fantasy of being a submissive, her fantasy of making love to another woman. She was standing there, totally naked, in front of her, a beautiful woman, with a full and thick head of long red hair. Standing there, Pat realized that this woman was slightly taller than her own 5’8”. The Redhead had introduced herself as Sharron, she was fully dressed in a light purple T-shirt, that was pulled tightly across her very well endowed chest. She was wearing tight blue jeans that looked almost like they were sprayed onto her shapely and sexy lower body. And she had just informed Pat that she was there to help Pat’s boyfriend make two of her best fantasies come true. Pat stood there, her hands bound behind her, her boyfriend standing behind her, and Sharron standing there in front of her. Sharron lifter her shirt up and over her head, allowing Pat to see her full, upright and large breasts. Pat could look nowhere else, she was staring at Sharron’s chest, wanting to bury her head in between those globes of flesh, wanting to suck the nipples into her mouth, wanting to lick and caress Sharron’s tits, and to have Sharron’s nipples in her mouth. As she stared and lusted after them, she didn’t notice that her boyfriend had moved over to the couch and had sat down. As Sharron placed her hands under her full and firm tits, she was almost holding them up and out, offering them to Pat. But due to the restraints, Pat could not reach out to touch them, she couldn’t pinch the nipples, she couldn’t caress them. She was getting so excited, so wet. She wanted them, she wanted to be right there, with her mouth on those nipples. Sharron started to open her jeans, and then peel them downwards. She stepped out of them, and stood back up, all she had on was a light purple thong. And it too looked sprayed on. Pat could even see that the small trimmed bush of Sharron’s pubic hair was red, and lightly visible through the almost sheer thong. Past knew that she wanted to also kiss and lick down there. It would be the first time she had ever tasted a woman, the first time she would lick, kiss and taste the wet and sweet juices of another female. Something that only recently did she realize that she wanted. It started with the movie she just happened to see on the cable channel, and was between two sexy women, one blonde, and one redheaded. And here in front of her was a redhead, who was even sexier than the one in the movie. Sharron had a fuller and firmer chest, her breasts were making Pat so wet., her thong, being slightly sheer allowed Pat to see that she had a nicely trimmed bush, and the hair was just slightly darker in color then the hair on her head. Sharron then pulled down her thong, and as she stepped out of them Pat saw that the lips of her pussy were glistening with the moisture of her excitement. Sharron gently pushed Pat down to her knees, and then sat down on the couch with her legs spread wide apart. Sharron ordered Pat to kneel closer, to bend down and without touching her, to smell the excitement that was brewing inside her. Pat walked the three steps forward on her knees, leaned in and from about 4 inches away, inhaled deeply, smelling the woman’s honey, the fragrance of her pussy, the wet juices produced by her pussy. Pat was almost in heaven, when she looked to see that her boyfriend was sitting there watching her every move, watching her being ordered to do things by this woman. Pat was shocked when all of a sudden her head was pulled roughly towards Sharron’s pussy. Her nose rubbed sharply on the mons of this beautiful redhead. Pat’s lips firmly planted on the lips of Sharron’s sex. She inhaled again and realized that she had indeed found what she had fantasized about. She plunged her tongue down into the pussy at her mouth, she licked and tasted the juices of her first woman. She was experiencing an orgasm from just that first moment, she closed her eyes, and licked, sucked and continued to drink from that fountain of elixir at her mouth. Pat was not only in heaven as she continued her assault on Sharron’s Pussy, but she was feeling her own wetness, her fluids of excitement as they ran down her own legs. She could feel the wetness running down her thighs. As she could feel Sharron grinding herself into Pat’s mouth, she knew that this might be the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last. And as she licked, sucked, nibbled and twirled her tongue around and around Sharron’s Pussy, and licked and nibbled on Sharron’s clit, she felt something behind her. Spreading her butt cheeks, pressing into her from behind. She knew by the touch of fingers on her own pussy, that her boyfriend was there behind her, he was playing with her lips, teasing her clit. And he pressed his mouth to her, and drank her juices as she drank from Sharron. This was just so much excitement for Pat, that she went over the edge, cumming like she had never done before. She was so hot, so excited, that she almost passed out. Her body weakened, and she dropped to the floor with the spasms of her orgasm, leaving her gasping for breath. Her boyfriend released the restraints on her hands, and Sharron got up from the couch, rolled Pat over on her back and crawled across her body so that they were in a 69 position. Sharron attacked Pat’s pussy with what seemed like a vengeance, licking sucking, nibbling, trying to get every drop of ambrosia from pat’s pussy. Yes, Sharron too loved to drink that sweetness from a woman, and as she continued to pleasure Pat, Pat looked up and saw that delightful, wet, dripping pussy over her head, and she too went to work with her mouth, plastering her mouth tightly to the lips and clitoris of the sexy redhead above her. They locked themselves in this position for what seemed like hours, licking, sucking, biting, slurping and pleasuring each other. All the while, Pat’s boyfriend watched, and smiled. After what seemed like hours, they rolled apart, and Pat turned to Sharron and kissed her on the mouth.. they kissed passionately, tasting each other on their lips, sharing the flavors of each other between them. As they kissed and licked each other faces clean, they lay there catching their breaths, and cuddling up after many orgasms each. Finally looking up and seeing Pat’s boyfriend sitting there watching them and smiling. He knew what Pat had wanted, he knew how to get it for her, and he had. And Pat loved him more for that. And she promised him then and there to please him forever. What Pat didn’t know was that he was not done pleasing her, that day or even that afternoon, there was more in store for her, and as she lay there in Sharron’s arms, he got up, and left the room. Pat and Sharron fell asleep in each other’s arms, and they napped. Pat's Fantasies Ch. 07 A few hours later, Pat woke up and saw that Sharron was still there and still asleep. Gently, she placed her hand on Sharron’s belly. Softly stroking up and down, gradually lowering her touch towards the sweet honey pot that she had feasted on earlier. As she reached her destination, Sharron moaned in her sleep, and moved her legs further apart. Pat gently slid her fingers up and down Sharron’s slit. As Sharron’s pussy got wetter and wetter Pat slid her fingers into the wetness, and with her fingers coated with Sharron’s juices, she played with her lover’s clit, and then slowly entered her with two fingers. Stroking them in and out, Pat continued to watch as Sharron moaned some more, and her face grimaced in the throws of her impending passion. Pat could tell the Sharron was now dreaming of sex, and Pat continued to move her fingers in and out of Sharron’s wet pussy. As she leaned forward, she took Sharron’s nipple into her mouth, and slowly licked and sucked on it. Sharron moaned again and placed her hands behind Pat’s head, pulling her closed. Pat glanced up and saw the smile on Sharron’s face. She hadn’t stopped playing in Sharron’s pussy, and Sharron was starting to breathe heavier. Pat lifted her head and kissed Sharron on the lips. Sliding her tongue into her mouth, their tongues played a game of hide and seek. The game turned to fencing, as they each tried to out do each other’s tongues. Back and forth from one mouth to the other, the kiss continued and so did Pat’s fingers. As Sharron was almost about to reach an orgasm, Pat suddenly pulled her mouth away and her fingers out of the very wet pussy. She moved on the bed till she was looking right at Sharron’s wet, dripping slit. She leaned down and started licking up the wetness, savoring the sweet and aromatic juice that her fingers had created in Sharron’s pussy. As she feasted for the second time on a woman, she thought haw wonderful it was, and wondered why she hadn’t done it sooner. As Sharron’s orgasm crested, her thighs captured Pat’s head and Sharron bore down on Pat’s mouth.. coming in a flood, as Pat swallowed all the ambrosia flowing out of Sharron. As she finally pulled away, she noticed that her boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling at her. He asked her if she was having fun, and was she ready for more fun. Pat nodded and started to get up from her kneeling position between Sharron’s legs. She moved up to sit at the head of the bed, and sharron moved up as well. Both of them were waiting to see what was next. Pat’s Boyfriend got up from the edge of the bed, walked to the closet, and brought out a box which he handed to Pat, telling her to go to the bathroom and put it on, and to follow the directions that were also in the box. But she was not to come out till he called her. She got off the bed and as she took the box, she walked naked to the bathroom. He then offered his hand to Sharron and helped her off the bed. Walking her to the closet, he handed her another box and told her to follow him to the living room. Sharon took the offered box and followed him to the living room. He sat on the couch, and directed her to place the box on the couch, but she was to kneel in front of him. She did as he directed and he proceeded to pull her towards him, and down to his lap. He had opened the jeans he was wearing, and had pulled his cock out of his pants.. he directed her to take his manhood into her mouth, and to lick and suck on him. Sharron again, did as directed, she was enjoying this afternoon, and was really enjoying the change from being just an object to her husband, to now being a desired submissive to this man, and a dominant to his girlfriend. Sharron did her best to make sure that he enjoyed what she was doing, she had never had a complaint about the blow jobs she had given over the years to any of her boyfriends growing up or even her husband. And she was good at it, as Pat’s boyfriend was now finding out first hand. In what seemed like only a couple of minutes, he was about to cum in her mouth, and he was holding her head as he rocked back and forth into her mouth. This was something that Sharron had always wanted a man to do, to hold her head, to make it feel like he was in total control, that he was fucking her mouth, and that she was his sex toy. Only a few more strokes, and he shot off into her mouth. As she swallowed and swallowed, she then licked up the little bit that had run down the length of his cock. He then released her head, and directed her to open the box. As she opened the box, she found a corset, made of black satin, with red lace and ribbons on it. Also in the box were a pair of dark black stockings, a pair of 5” black stiletto heels, and a black satin thong. He directed her to put on the corset and the other articles. As Sharron did so, he sat there and watched. Hi eyes never left her as she sat down and placed the stockings on her feet and rolled them up her long legs. She was smiling inside, enjoying the lustful look on his face as he watched her get dressed in this outfit. Sharron had always’ wanted to have someone in her life that was strong enough to take control, yet let her still be an individual, and a woman. She enjoyed the sexy outfit, and wanted more of this in her life. Her husband was so self absorbed, that he didn’t even notice what she wore, nor did he take control. Her husband was one of those men that just expected a wife to have sex, and then leave him alone. He didn’t even let her spend money on sexy outfits. To him it was a waste of money to buy something that would be taken off within a minute or two. To him, any lingerie was fine, if she needed bras or panties.. fine, but why spend money on things that she didn’t need. Sharron was deep in these thoughts, when she finished rolling up the stockings and attached the stockings to the corsets garters. She stood up, picked up the satin thong, and stepped into it. Pulling it up and making sure the it was placed well up her hips, and that the small patch of cloth covered her properly. She knew she looked goo in this outfit, and when she looked at Pat’s boyfriend, she was assured by his look that she was right. Sharron walked over and stood in front of him, doing a small pirouette, to show him her body from all sides. When she faced him again the smile on his face told her that she was looking good. He held out his hand, and pulled her to him, pulling her down to his lap, she sat there, placing her arms around his neck, and they kissed. Not a kiss of two people that had just that afternoon recently met, but a kiss between lovers, with passion, and lust, she slowly slid down so that she was again on the floor between his knees, as she stroked and then kissed hi reviving cock, she licked and nibbled, and slowly took him into her mouth. As he became more erect, and his cock was engorged with the lust, he pulled her off, and directed her to go sit on the other side of the couch and to stay there till he came back with Pat.. She did so, and smiled. Pat’s boyfriend got up, zipped up his jeans, and walked to the other room to get Pat. When Pat took the box into the bathroom, her first thought was to take a quick shower. After getting out of the shower, she opened the box and found a white lace bra and thong set, some white thigh high stockings, a white garterbelt that matched the bra and panty set, and a pair of 4” high heels. All of which she put on carefully and stood looking at herself in the full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom door. As he brushed her hair, she noticed that in the box, there was something left under the tissue paper the had surrounded her outfit. She leaned over and moved the tissue paper to reveal an envelope and some more clothes. Pat picked up the top item, it was a short white skirt, light and thin, she put it on. Then she turned to the mirror. Standing up she noticed that the hem of the skirt was almost high enough that it almost showed the tops of her stockings, and she knew that if she were to sit down, not only would the stocking tops be revealed, but the garter straps as well. She looked back in the box, found a semi shear blouse, and put it on. She turned again to the mirror, and now saw that she was dressed to kill. She tossed her hair so that it fell more naturally to the front of her shoulders, and smiled into the mirror. She had to admit, she was getting turned on by the image she saw. Pat was also sure that dressed this was she would be a turn on to her boyfriend, and hopefully to Sharron. This thought of Sharron made her think.. She had just experienced her first lesbian sex, she had just finished making love to not only her first woman, but with her boyfriend not only watching, but he had set it up, and had participated a bit. She was getting very wet just thinking about that. And of course she was hoping for more, and by the look of her outfit, she was sure that there was more coming. As she stood there with these thoughts, the door opened, and her boyfriend walked in. His smile assured her that not only did she look good, but that her thoughts about more to come were correct. He took her by the hand, and led her out into the bedroom. He directed her to finish putting on fresh makeup, and to make sure that she added a bit of perfume. Pat's Fantasies Ch. 08 As Pat applied fresh makeup, she thought again of Sharron, of her face, her body, and the sex she had just had. She smiled at the thought of being again in Sharron's arms, and of making love to her again. She also thought about watching her boyfriend taking Sharron from behind, while Sharron went down on her. Just this quick thought made her shudder so hard, she had to stop and place her hands on the dresser to keep her balance. She looked to see if he noticed... he was watching her in the mirror with a smile on his face. He had she thought, and it made her shudder in pleasure again just knowing that. As she then started to finish her makeup, he told her to finish up and then to wait there in the bedroom for him. And reminded her that she was not to play with herself or to do anything till he returned. He then left the bedroom, and shut the door. In the living room, Sharron was sitting on the couch, leaning back as she had caught her breath, and was deep in thought about what had transpired between her and Pat, and between her and Pat's boyfriend. She realized that he had taken control of both of them, controlling Pat and herself, taking them through the roles of Pat's fantasy. Sharron realized that it was not just Pat's fantasy that she had enjoyed. It was also hers, to have sex with a woman, to have a man control the situation the expect her to perform to his satisfaction. As Sharron reclined there on the couch, she had her eyes closed and as she thought back to the events of the last hour or so, she was still excited. With her eyes still closed, and not having seen him come back into the room, she gently stroked her own body, playing with her breasts, stroking her belly, and slowly and gently running her hands down to her clit and pussy lips. She pulled off the thong panties, and continued to play with herself. He watched Sharron manipulate her nipples, and her pussy lips, he watched as she played with herself. He was still enjoying having brought Pat's fantasy to reality, and he knew they were not finished. He wanted Pat to experience more, to have the pleasure that she had denied herself for so long. He knew that she had wanted to have a chance at making love to another woman. He also knew more, that she wanted to share a woman with him, to allow herself to be dominant to a woman in a sexual way, yet to be submissive as well. To submit to the desires of another woman, or to her boyfriend. He knew that Pat wanted to let go, to enjoy the pleasure of SEX, to be able to have sex, on her terms, not just because someone else wanted it. He knew that her ex-husbands had used and abused her, mentally , emotionally, and to some degree physically. But He didn't do that, he let her do what she wanted, to follow her desires, to have the right to submit or dominate as she wanted. Sharron continued to play with herself, eyes closed, and enjoying the feelings of the past hour as well as the pleasure she was giving herself at this moment. As she did this, he watched, and slowly moved closer so as not to disturb her. As she came closer and closer to her climax, he stood nearby and watched. After she came (which seemed to be in seconds), he gently stirred so that she would be aware of his presence, yet not to frighten her. As Sharron opened her eyes, she knew it was him, she smiled up at him and watched as he sat down next to her on the couch. He reached out to her, pulling her up and into an embrace, kissing her gently and lightly on the lips, thanking her for helping him bring reality to Pat's fantasy. He expressed his hope that she too had enjoyed it, and that she might be interested in more.. that she wasn't wanting to leave just yet. Sharron assured him that she wasn't yet ready to leave, and that she hoped that there was more yet to come. She also expressed her hopes that today would not be the only time they would be together, she wanted to be friends with Pat and him, and was willing to share with them anything and everything that they wanted to share with her as well. He smiled at her, kissed her once more, and asked her to put the rest of the lingerie on. She stood up, pulled on the panties, and stepped into her heels. He held out his hand for her, and she took it and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. As he opened the bedroom door, they entered, and saw Pat standing there dressed in the white lingerie, the complete outfit making her look virginal, innocent, and at the same time very sexy and wanton. Sharron let out a soft whistle, and Pat blushed a bit. Sharron walked forward to Pat, and embraced her and they kissed. It was a kiss of friendship at first. It progressed to one of lust and desire, making them both moan in pleasure. As they kissed, Pat's boyfriend sat down in a chair placed by the bed just for this occasion. Pat and Sharron, kissed, caressing each other, and eventually fell to the bed entwined in an embrace of lust, passion and heated sex. They were completely involved in their own world, ignoring that fact that he was sitting there watching them. Enjoying each other as only two women can. Caressing, kissing, fondling each other, not yet wanting to undress each other, but to feel the silky soft satiny material against each others bodies. Feeling the material keeping them covered, yet exposed. A barrier between them, yet knowing that only that thin soft material was separating their bodies from being flesh against flesh. Sharron was on top of Pat kissing her and stroking her breasts through the white bra, then the rolled over and Pat was on top caressing Sharron's full and round breast through her black corset. Feeling the fullness of the breast through the lace and satin. They played this way for awhile, kissing and caressing each other. Bringing their passion to a boil. As the passion and heat rose the caresses moved further down their bodies, caressing bellies, hips, thighs and upper legs. Neither Pat nor Sharron wanted to be the first to touch the other's pussy, yet they both wanted the other to be the first. Pat wanted Sharron to rub her through the panties, to feel her wetness soak the panties and bring her more pleasure, while Sharron wanted Pat to stroke her in the same way. Eventually they both gave in to the desires of the other, both seeming to be as one, both reaching for the other at the same time. Pat and Sharron both caressing the other's pussy through the lingerie at the same moment, both groaning out loud together as the pleasure hit them. Their lovemaking got hotter if you could call it that. They were frenzied, pulling off their panties, stroking each other, as if it was mandatory that they both came at the same time, and as if it was so urgent that it had to be at this moment. They rubbed, they stroked, they plunged their fingers into each other.. rapidly trying to bring each other to orgasm instantly, as if it had to happen now, and not later.. time seemed to be of the essence. They were both breathing heavily, and from activity as well as passion. He sat there and smiled, he knew that they both wanted to be the first to please the other, that both Pat and Sharron wanted to bring the other off first. It was almost as if there were a prize for the first to get the other to climax. They were both panting, and the movements of the two women were rapid and excited. They were both fast approaching their orgasms, and he sat there and watched as the love, the passion and the lust consumed them both. And at the same time as if time was holding still, they both came, and together. They fell to the bed holding and kissing, catching their breaths, and enjoying that moment after... in lust and passion, they kissed as lovers, not as two women who had just met and had sex. To Be Continued... Pat's Fantasies Ch. 09 As their passion subsided and they were able to catch their breath, they noticed that Pat's boyfriend was standing there, watching them, with a smile on his face. And as they looked down, noticing that he had a hard on inside his pants. Pat and Sharron were both aware that it was from watching them make love that had excited them. But they were not aware that in his mind, part of the excitement was from helping Pat to fulfill another part of her fantasy. And he knew that even more was to follow. He smiled at them both, and suggested that they each take a shower, but that they were not to do so together. He told them that he had more plans for the rest of the evening and night, and that they needed to be freshly bathed and relaxed for the next part of the evening. As they decided that Pat would shower after Sharron, Sharron went to the bathroom and took her shower, Pat lay there on the bed, relaxing and thinking about the past few hours. Smiling at the thoughts of what had happened, she thanked her boyfriend, and told him how happy she was at that moment. He told her that she was still going to have more fun, and that she would really like what he had planned for the rest of the evening. After Sharron got out of the shower, he had her get dressed in the outfit that she had been wearing when she first got there. She put on her T-shirt, and her panties, and then her blue jeans. And then went to the living room. Pat got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and got in the shower. When she came out, she put on a T-shirt and jean shorts that she had there in her boyfriend's bedroom. She then went and brushed her hair in the bathroom. As she entered the living room, she saw Sharron seated at the dining room table and smile at her. Pat walked to the table and took a seat across from Sharron. Pat's boyfriend then brought plates out from the kitchen with sandwiches for them all along with cold glasses of Iced tea. They all three ate and drank in silence, only the soft music from the radio in the background could be heard in the dining area. After they finished eating, Pat's boyfriend took Pat to the bedroom, he had her undress, and then had her stretch out on the bed. He then gently tied her wrists together with a small silk scarf, and attached it to a rope that had been previously tied to the two sides of the headboard and had been hidden by the pillows at the head of the bed. After seeing that she was secured at the top of the bed, he called to Sharron, and had her come into he room. He told her to move to the far side of the room, and to stay there and only watch. He then proceeded to lay next to Pat, and kissed her. Running his hands down over her hips and thighs, he kissed her, and drew his tongue across her lips and then across her chin and neck, Pat was laying there, not believing that he had tied her hands together. He continued to lick and nibble at her chin and neck. Slowly moving to her breasts. Using one hand to hold her no bound hands above her head, his other hand caressing her hips and thighs. He licked and nipped at her breasts, dragging his tongue around the nipples, and then across the valley between them. Doing the same to the other nipple, then back to the first one. His hand moving across her belly to gently stroke her belly, and then up to cup and mold itself around her right breast, then to caress the breast, then to move gently to the other one. He looked up to see that Sharron was still just standing there, doing nothing but watching. She was told again, to just stand there and not to touch herself nor to do anything but watch. Even as he looked at Sharron, he never stopped caressing Pat, stroking her breasts, rubbing her belly, moving his hand from breast to belly to stomach, never moving further down than her abdomen, then slowly moving upwards again. Side to side, moving slowly to caress each and every portion of her upper body. As he leaned over to her and kissed her lips, hi brought his free hand up to her chin and lifted it so that she could only look up to the ceiling. He pulled from the headboard a silk blindfold and placed it over her eyes, stretching the elastic headband over her head, and gently making sure that it was placed properly over her eyes so that she couldn't see anything. After placing the blindfold on Pat, he looked to Sharron and without words, he motioned to her to remove her clothes. Leaning over Pat, he moved to her ear and told her what he knew she wanted to hear. He told her what Sharron was doing, that she had raised the bottom of her T-shirt up over her breasts, up over her head. And then that she removed it from her arms and dropped it to the floor. He told her that she had reached back to unclasp her bra, and that as she pulled it forward, her breasts jiggled slightly from their confines, and settled high on her chest with little motion downward. That she had pulled it off her arms and dropped it to the floor along with her shirt. He told her that Sharron had unbuttoned her pants, and drew them down her long legs, and stepped out of them and that she had taken her fingers and after slipping them into the sides of her panties, she had pushed them down till they fell at her feet, and she had stepped out of them as well. Pat was getting very excited as he described to her what Sharron was doing, and as he described to her the event of Sharron's undressing, his free hand had traveled slowly down her body, and had slipped between her legs. He felt the moisture between her lips, he felt the flow increase as he stroked her lips as he described Sharron's actions, and as Sharron slowly progressed in her undressing, he felt the wetness increase. She was so wet, he had only seen her this wet twice before, and on both occasions it was when he had whispered in her ear about something that he knew about one or another of her fantasies. This being the one she reacted to almost as much as her fantasy of being with another woman. He nodded to Sharron, who moved to the foot of the bed, and kneeled there, pulling Pat's feet apart, and moving part way up between her legs, Sharron leaned forward and lay on he belly between Pat's legs. Putting her arms up and under Pat's thighs, she wrapped her hands around to Pat's Abdomen, and stroked Pat on her pubic mound, gently stroking her hair, and separating Pat's lips. Sharron placed her mouth gently down on Pat's lips, and kissed them gently. As Sharron licked and kissed Pat, her boyfriend was telling Pat how Sharron was going to lick her, suck on her clit, and place her tongue up into Pat's pussy. As he whispered to Pat what Sharron was going to do, Sharron's mouth and tongue followed his words only behind by a few seconds. It was as if when he whispered it, it then became true. Pat would hear his words, then feel what he had said. Pat had never realized how it would feel to be only able to hear and feel, yet not see what was happening to her, she trusted him, and she trusted Sharron. Most of all, she was excited, she was bound in place, and could not stop, could not see and could not move away from his words, or the woman between her legs.. and all of this brought her so close to cumming, that she moaned and then had a tremendous orgasm, she raised her hips as high as she could, trying to make that tongue delve deep into her slit, to push herself onto that tongue that was inside her, wanting to impale herself on it. Sharron held her down as best she could, and He also helped to hold her down and in place, one hand on her bound hands above her head, and one hand on her belly holding her down so that she couldn't raise up too much from the bed. Pat's orgasm lasted longer than either she or he had thought, but Sharron was up to her best, sucking up all of the juices that poured from Pat's pussy, and as she licked some more... Pat orgasmed again, and then a third time. Sharron's face was now covered in Pat's nectar, as Pat's hips lay back on the bed and the gentle movements of her body spasms slowed and her body relaxed, Sharron moved up on Pat's body and kissed her, sharing the wetness of Pat's orgasm with Pat letting Pat taste herself from Sharron's mouth, and lick the wetness from Sharron's face. Pat's boyfriend released her hands, and untied the scarf that held them above her head. He then gently removed the blindfold from her head, and Pat embraced Sharron. They kissed and held each other. Pat's boyfriend moved back letting the women share that moment together. He had fulfilled her fantasies. He had let her enjoy the things that her mind and body wanted most, and her knew, that she was now ready to fulfill his fantasies, and that for all of that he smiled and lay back and watched. -fini-