5 comments/ 57168 views/ 5 favorites Seeing Purple By: Poetoxicology Heading out the door, his roommate asked where he was going so early on a Saturday morning. "Oh, you know, going to the cafe for some coffee and a morning walk. See you in a little while." Walking down the alley is always fun in this city, because you never know what kinds of great, second hand junk people are going to put out for trash. When you're 'Dumpster diving', as some people call it, you never know what you'll find. All Dirk saw on this particular morning though were dumpsters full of leaves and dead weeds from all his neighbors spring cleaning gardening efforts. No worries, he thought, as he made his way to the cafe downtown. It was only two blocks away, so he would be there in only a few minutes. But the headlines in the morning paper on the corner caught his eye: civil war in Libya, the earthquake in Japan - another Saturday morning and the world is falling apart. But as he stooped down to read the front fold through the glass display of the newspaper dispenser, he stepped on a rock which poked through the thin soles of his loafers and hurt his foot a little bit. Readjusting his weight he went to kick the rock from under his foot - but turns out it wasn't a rock at all, but a dull looking ring. "Oh wow, look at this is pretty cool," he thought to himself, reaching down to pick up the ring he looked around and down the street to see if anyone was still around who might have dropped it. Now this ring definitely didn't look very valuable, was kind of bent from whoever had it on before actually, and it was either silver or pewter - he couldn't tell. Holding it in his hand he could see that it looked like your average ring that you could buy at any gypsy jewelry store or local hippy shop. It was about a half inch wide with five seamless bands and eight tiny pewter or silver beads tapered evenly around the band. And trying it on his right pinky finger, it kind of reminded him of the old mafia movies where the mob boss is sipping tea and ordering the execution of the gambling man who is in deeper than he should be with the wrong kind of people. "Nice. Fits perfectly," he thought to himself and picked up again towards the cafe. A woman in baggy sweatpants and a hoodie was walking her dog, and seeing him twirling his ring on his pinky finger said hello and then commented on the beautiful day. "Nice pinky ring," she said. "Thanks, cute dog." They both smiled and went their separate ways. When he got to the cafe he ordered his usual mocha and decided that he was going to sit outside and smoke a cigarette and take in a little sunshine and people watching on his favorite bench in front of his favorite cafe. "Hey Dirk, good morning - for here or to go?" asked Rosanna. "I'll take that to go" "Alrighty, here's your change." she said, smiling. Dirk had a crush on all the barristas at this place, they were all young, sexy, always smiling and wore fashionable clothes. This particular morning the cute wavy haired red head, Rosanna, was working. She had a coy smile that always made you think she was thinking naughty thoughts and more often than not she wasn't afraid to show her teeth as well as a little nipple of her tongue. She was wearing a pastel purple cotton dress with straps that crisscrossed behind her neck. It almost looked homemade, and you could see that she was wearing a dark purple, satin bra with frilly straps underneath. Her dark bra contrasted nicely with the pastel dress. With her arms, cleavage, and part of her back exposed her skin looked like ice-cream tastes when you're really in the mood for ice-cream. Dirk did a double take and then smiled, slightly intimidated by this beautiful barrista. "I wonder if she shaves her pussy," he thought to himself. "Why am I thinking like that?" and just as he was finishing the thought - she raised her arms above her head and bit her tongue a tiny bit, resting her interlocked fingers on her curls, looking up and was obviously thinking to herself. Her underarms were completely shaved and looked creamy and soft. If she was butter, you wouldn't be able to stop from putting too much of her on your rice. "Thanks," he said, and no sooner than that did she walk over to the espresso machine, where he could see that the dress stopped mid-thigh, revealing quite a bit of her creamy white, shaved legs underneath. I've got to stop looking at Rosanna as if she were just a sex toy, Dirk thought, smiling slightly at his own inner horny. Skimpy thongs barely covered her feet and Dirk couldn't help but notice her tits bouncing as she worked the espresso machine like a pro. She looked over, and feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught staring at her tits, Dirk shook his head slightly in mock disbelief at himself and told Rosanna what a pretty dress she was wearing. But he still couldn't stop himself from thinking to how he wouldn't mind reaching his hands up under that dress to caress her little, bubbly behind - when she interrupted, "Oh, you like it? I made it myself with material from the free box. It's really comfortable." Then she absentmindedly reached down and readjusted her panties through the fabric of her dress. Out of the corner of his eye Dirk caught a glimpse of the outline of her panties through the fabric of her dress and started thinking all kinds of naughty thoughts. What would it be like to lift up that dress, get down on your knees and eat out that pussy from behind while she served customers, maybe fuck her doggy style against the espresso machine like a wild animal in broad daylight? Snapping out of it, he saw that Rosanna was turning slightly red in the face, "Whew," she said, "It gets warm making espressos sometimes." She set Dirk's drink on the counter and then fanned off her face with her hand - then she reached down and grabbed the backside of her dress and was over dramatically trying to cool herself down. She was obviously more than a little flushed. Snapping out of his daydream, Dirk told Rosanna that he was going to go sit on the bench outside and have a smoke. He couldn't stop thinking about her sexy as all dress and how he wanted to make love to her, maybe up in the mountains or something. "Okay, but you let me know if you Need anything.." Rosanna replied, clearly emphasizing the 'need' by lowering her voice and smiling coyly. "Hey, I get off work in a half hour or so, if you're still here let's go on a hike up the trail or something," she blurted. She clearly looked slightly confused at her remark, but you couldn't tell by her full smile and bright, gray-blue eyes. "Um, okay - yeah sure. Let's go," Dirk managed to retort, walking out the door. Bug eyed and confused himself, he made his way over to the bench and sat down. "Whoa, that's never happened," he thought. "It's like she can read my mind." Now, if Dirk couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about Rosanna before, he was now consumed by her. Why would she want to go on a hike with me? What are we going to talk about? I've never even seen her outside the cafe before. Sipping his mocha, Dirk's mind was racing with a multitude of possibilities and scenarios - "Okay, I'll just go with the flow. I don't have any expectations here, so there's really nothing to worry about. It will be nice to go on a hike and chat with one of the hipster girls. Maybe we'll actually have a few things in common. . ." and as the thoughts progressed, his mind came back to that homemade dress and her creamy, white skin and red hair. "Maybe she'll hit on me or something, try to take me home with her. Rosanna sure would be fun to cuddle on a Saturday night. As his daydreams were beginning to drift towards the raw & sexual, Rosanna tapped him on his shoulder. She was carrying a yoga mat in a custom yoga bag that doubled as a purse. Adjusting the bag she said, "I went to yoga this morning before work and I don't want to leave it here. You ready? You've barely touched your mocha." "Oh, just daydreaming," he replied, noticeably startled and snapping out of it, "Sure, let's go. Which trail were you thinking?" "I don't know. I don't really know why I wanted to go on a hike with you, but the idea popped in to my head and I kind of just blurted it out." Just then a heavy gust of wind caught the front of her dress and lifted it, exposing Rosanna's matching pastel purple panties underneath. Her pantied pussy was now only a few feet away, directly staring Dirk in the face. As quickly as she could she grabbed the dress and pushed it back in to place, blushing full on. "It's a little windy, eh?" Dirk chuckled. "That's embarrassing." As they started walking, Dirk's mind was racing again. Did I just see the outline of Rosanna's pussy lips through her panties on a downtown street corner? Man, this is going to be a fun hike. They made their way to the trail head, which was only a few blocks away, making what actually turned out to be quite easy small talk. "Hey, keep a look out for me, I have to pee behind that tree over there," she said pointing at a large willow tree that marked the end of the city streets and the beginning of the trail head. "Sure, no problem," he responded turning to give her some privacy. Dirk couldn't help but to keep thinking about her purple panties, wishing she would take them off so he would maybe have a chance to see if her mound was bare as her legs, or her bubbly, bare ass if the wind picked up again. "Oh, no." he heard Rosanna whimper to herself, "I dripped on my panties, I'll have to take them off so they can dry." Hearing this made his heart start beating about twenty beats a minute faster. He could literally feel the blood as it thudded through his chest, which also brought his attention to his dick and his balls as they tightened up a little bit. Dirk took a deep breath and started to wonder where this was going. It was like everything he thought about Rosanna was happening, almost instantly. "Oh, no," he sympathized, "Do you want to head back home so you can change," hoping she would say no and just spend the rest of the hike without anything covering her ass beneath her dress. She came back stuffing her panties in to her yoga mat sack and looked like she was about to opt towards going home, when she blurted out, "No, I like the feeling of the breeze on my bare ass, actually. That doesn't embarrass you, does it?" "Oh, um, no - no. Absolutely not." The sun was shining beautifully through the late-morning clouds and Dirk was in heaven. He took another deep breath, smiled, then took a step down the trail. Rosanna stepped with him, the sound of loose gravel and the flap of Rosanna's thongs lightly thwacking her feet with every step. It was now that Dirk remembered the ring he found this morning. He brought his arm up and out, holding his hand so that the sun reflected off his new possession. For some reason he felt a really strong connection to the ring, even though he knew that it was just another hippy dippy ring he found on the curb. Twirling the ring on his finger with his left hand, he fidgeted and then pulled it off in order to examine and see if there happened to be any inscriptions on the thing. There looked to be a few illegible scratch marks, but not wanting to ignore his new, sexy friend he decided to put the ring in his pocket so he wouldn't lose it on the trail. "Um, yeah, I don't know why I wanted to go on a hike with you, I'm sorry Dirk, I am supposed to be at my second job by now," Rosanna said with genuine frustration. "Shit, I can't be late again. Oh my goodness, look the other way. Oh my goodness, I'm not wearing any panties." he made out her mumbles to herself as he turned once again to give her some privacy. "Yeah, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you late," he apologized, "You invited me on a hike, remember?" "No, I don't remember, actually. Why would I go on a hike in these skimpy flip-flops? They are going to be completely ruined, and now I'm probably going to be fired from my other job." Rosanna took a deep breath, contemplating her predicament. "Well, I'll walk you back downtown then. Maybe if we walk fast you can make it to work on time." "Okay, let's go," she said, now flustered. Fifteen minutes into their hike, they started to turn back. "I need to apologize to you, Dirk. You probably think I'm some kind of tramp. I don't know what has gotten into me today." Not knowing what to say, and slightly disappointed that this was going to be the climax of their adventure, he tried to convince himself as he replied, "Oh, don't worry about it. I totally understand." He was only slightly frustrated at this turn of events, and besides, it really was kind of nice getting to know Rosanna a little better after all. "But now that we know one another a little better, you'll have to let me buy you a drink sometime." Not wanting to sound rude after finding herself in this strange predicament, Rosanna agreed, smiling her cute little smile. She was, after all, feeling quite awkward after apparently inviting Dirk on a hike, only to take off her panties and then have to stop and rush back to her other job. She was trying to remember what motivated her to go on a hike in the first place, even when all she had with her for hiking shoes were her new skimpy flip-flops. Dirk found himself not knowing what to say, and feeling slightly let down he put his hands in his pockets, only to start fidgeting with his new ring. Looking up at the mid-day spring sky, and unaware of his fidgeting, he slipped the ring back on to his pinky finger - happy to be with this beautiful woman on this beautiful day, but wishing they were up at the lake further down the trail skinny dipping and making love or even just getting drunk on the sunshine and one another's company. "Damn it, I'm going to be late," Rosanna sighed. "And there's nothing I can do about it now. Let's just continue on our hike and go up to the lake. What do you say?" she asked, sticking out and biting her tongue flirtatiously. "Pretty please?" Now thoroughly confused, Dirk thoughts were racing again as they re-doubled their steps down the trail, heading towards the mountains once again. "Now we're back we're we were, except that now she has her panties on. Fine by me - but it would be kind of nice if she took off all her underwear again," he thought to himself as they continued walking. "I need to take off these shoes or they'll be ruined," she said hooking them to her sack. And out of the blue, Rosanna reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, took it off and out from under her dress in one skilled movement. Then she turned to face away from Dirk, reached up and under her skirt slightly, hooked her fingers around the elastic band of her purple, cotton panties, bent fully over at the waste, oddly keeping her knees perfectly straight, and pulled her panties down over her ass - exposing her buttocks and the slightest bit of trimmed pubic hair from the back side of her pussy. Her butt was slightly freckled and Dirk got quite a good look at her pussy from the back side as she stepped out of her panties and turned around, adjusting her dress and putting her under garments back in to her yoga mat sack. Dirk found himself wondering what in the hell she was thinking, and also hoping that Rosanna was getting as turned on by all of this as he was. "I don't really know what has gotten in to me all of a sudden," Rosanna found herself saying, "but cyprene is starting to gush down my legs right now and I am starting to want to just grab on to one of these tree trunks and let you fuck me from behind. I have some lube if you wanted to fuck my pussy and ass up here in the mountains in broad daylight. If you wanted to come in my pussy that would be fine, but I also like to swallow. I have to warn you though," she giggled, "but I come really loud when I get my clit licked." Dirk's face was blood red and he was starting to feel awkward in this moment. His jaw just dropped and he stood there staring at Rosanna, eyes wide with astonishment at what she was saying. Hearing Rosanna say these things was almost enough to make him nut in his pants right there. "Oh my fucking goodness," Rosanna squeaked, covering her mouth with her hand and blushing the color of her hair. "What did I just say?" A breeze started to blow, and Dirk and Rosanna just stood there for a moment staring at one another in silence. She was enjoying the breeze teasing the moisture from her wet sex while he was remembering what her pussy lips looked like when she thumbed her panties and bent over to pull them off. That image, and the words she was speaking were stuck on repeat, playing in his mind over and over again. "Want to taste my pussy right now?" Rosanna turned around, walked a few feet to the nearest maple tree, and with her ass facing Dirk she lifted her skirt up over her ass, bent over and hugged the tree with her pussy facing his direction. He could see that she really was gushing cyprene down her leg and that her pussy had turned red and purple. It was also puffed out and glistening in the warm sunlight. "Pretty please, just one or two little licks - that's all I'm asking. My girlfriend tells me I have the sweetest tasting pussy." Dirk was creaming pre-cum in his pants with a raging hard-on at this point. But still, for some reason, he didn't know what to say. Then the thought occurred that he must be dreaming and so he decided, whatever the hell ever, there is no way that this could ever happen in real life - and so he was going to make the most of it. He took the few steps towards Rosanna, unbuttoned his fly to relieve some of the pressure from his throbbing cock, and sat down Indian style on the forest floor with Rosanna's wet, musky pussy inches from his face. He loved everything about pussy: the fragrance, the taste, the texture, all of it - so he took a long, deep breath and dove right in. First, he took his nose and wiggled it into and between her juicy, wet labia lips - sticking his tongue out as far as he could in order to try and find the clit he knew was nearby. He grabbed her but cheeks with both of his hands and pulled them apart so that he could get his nose in a little deeper. He remembered his new ring, and didn't want to accidentally scrape her skin or get the ring dirty so he decided to take it off and put it back in his pocket for safe keeping. Nose deep, eyes wide open - while Rosanna was starting to moan. . . he took his thumb and started wiggling it into Rosanna's tight ass. "What the hell? Oh my goodness." Rosanna cried out, lifting her pussy from Dirk's face and literally jumping in to the air and hastily trying to cover her sex with her dress. Her arms were still scarred with indentations and outlines of tree bark from holding up her weight against the bark of the tree while Dirk was beginning to eat out her pussy, moments earlier. "I can't believe this is happening. I have a girlfriend. You're cute, but, Dirk, I'm a lesbian - we can't be doing this." Now thoroughly confused, Dirk stood up, having to reach his hand in to his pants in order to adjust and stop his throbbing cock and now rock solid ball-sack from contorting uncomfortably in his trousers. He got a little light-headed standing up with all the blood pumping through his cock, so he leaned up against the maple tree for balance. Dirk took a deep breath. A single tear streamed down Rosanna's face as she readjusted her yoga sack and traced the outlines of bark marks on her forearms and face with her snow white fingers. Dirk didn't know what to think about all of this, but his balls were so tight he knew at this point he was going to get a bad case of blue balls. He could already feel the muscles tightening around his groin and his dick was being pumped with more & more blood, bulging in his pants. Seeing Purple Ch. 02 Dirk couldn't get the day out of his mind. It kept playing in his mind on repeat, like some YouTube video gone viral. Rosanna had randomly asked him to go on a hike, and as if that weren't enough - along the way she bent over, hugged a tree and proceeded to ask Dirk to do all kinds of naughty things to her in the woods. And then just as randomly, she started crying that she had a girlfriend and wanted to go home. Dirk knew that all of these events were somehow related to the ring he had found on the curb this morning. He had spent the afternoon trying to decipher the strange, faded inscriptions on the ring using the internet. When that failed he decided to write down everything that had happened this morning, trying to get every detail he could remember down and on to the page. He knew that he found the ring by the newspaper stand on his way to the cafe. He also knew that when he ordered his usual mocha that Rosanna, the barrista was looking sexy as hell. He also remembered that it seemed like she could read his mind when she asked him to go hiking after she got off work. "The ring seems to have magical powers," he quickly scribbled in to the margin of his journal. "It seems to somehow actualize thoughts. But what is the catalyst?" There was more, but Dirk decided that he wanted to test the powers of the ring out on the town. Dirk took a shower, threw on some jeans a t-shirt and a brown sports coat, grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. Pulling the ring out of his pocket, he held it up to the glow of the street lights and slipped it on his pinky finger. "Now let's see what this thing can do." The first thing he thought about was money. Can the ring materialize thoughts in the physical world? Dirk focused his mind on finding a twenty-dollar bill in the alley, looking around for some booty. A moment or two of searching and he didn't see anything. "The ring definitely seemed to have an effect on Rosanna," he mumbled to himself, "let's go see what we can get ourselves into, downtown." The walk from Dirk's house to downtown was only a few blocks, and so he was there in only a few moments. It was Saturday night, and the streets were alive with the usual crowds of hipsters, thirty-somethings, college students, and couples holding hands. There were also quite a few buskers and street musicians trying to work their magic for loose change. Dirk made his way to a cheerful looking older black man with a saxophone playing some jazz blues on the pedestrian mall. He sat down on a bench, pretending to listen to the sax-man, and decided he would do some experimenting to see what, and possibly how, the ring was doing what it seemed to be doing. He took a few deep, relaxed breaths and tried to focus his thoughts. After a few moments he decided he would take the next pretty girl who walked by and focus his attention on her. He waited for someone who looked like they were single - and when she walked by he focused his mind. A young college girl wearing a skimpy, hippy looking dress that was blue cotton to the waste, with colorful, flower print patchwork to mid-thigh. Just below her breasts was a faded peace patch embroidered onto the thin blue t-shirt material. On her feet she wore some pink crocs. "I command you to sit on this park bench," he said to her in his mind. She lifted up her sunglasses, and looked at Dirk straight in the eyes as she continued walking by. All of a sudden she stopped in her tracks though, looked at the bench, and then looked at the sax man. She smiled at Dirk, only to keep walking. "Damn it," he thought. "It's not working. I hope this thing works." Dirk pulled his hands out of his pockets and started to take off the ring, but jumped in surprise as the young woman plopped a seat right next to him, pulling her cell phone out of her purse to check her text messages. His heart started racing. The rush of adrenaline was enough to make him chuckle to himself awkwardly. He slipped the ring back on firmly and continued to focus his thoughts. The young woman had auburn hair with blonde highlights, cropped short. She couldn't have been any older than 21. She looked to be a typical college girl, but her body was definitely toned and fit. Dirk caught a glimpse and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and he could also see she wasn't wearing any socks under her crocks. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you," Dirk focused his mind, "Introduce yourself to me." "Hi, my name's Karla," she said out loud, not bothering to look up from her cell phone as she continued texting. With her glasses off, Dirk could see her lovely green eyes. He wished she would put away the phone. And in an instant, she had the thing tucked away in her handbag. All of this was too much for Dirk. He could not believe this was actually happening. The ring was definitely doing something, but what exactly? Dirk could feel the ring in his pocket tight on his pinky finger. Rubbing the nubs on the ring with his thumb he considered what to do next. He shifted his legs around to accommodate the stirring he felt in his cock. Dirk wondered if Karla was any good at giving blow jobs. He couldn't believe how perverted his mind had become since he had first found the ring that morning. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Karla asked in a quiet, high pitched giggle. She spread her knees apart and let her arms fall in to the folds of her dress and put her face in to her hands. When she came up, her face was bright red and her sexy grin only emphasized her red face even more. Karla was clearly embarrassed about something, but what? Without saying a word, Dirk stood up and turned towards Karla. She looked very sweet in her little hippy dress and smiling face. Karla jumped up out of the bench and started giggling. "Let's find somewhere a little more private so we can . . . talk," Karla whispered, holding Dirk's sports coat arm in arm as they began to walk down the street. Growing a little more confident in the powers of the ring, Dirk started thinking about his options. He wanted to test out the ring, but he also didn't want to do something that Karla wouldn't enjoy the memories of later. Dirk started wondering what Karla's deepest sexual fantasy would be, and just then as if on cue, Karla suggested, "I would love to take a walk by the river," she said. "I love the sounds of the water and seeing the stars and moon. It makes me wet just thinking about it," she blushed, covering her mouth and looking up at Dirk as if to say - oops. "Sure, let's go." They started walking - the river was only a few blocks away from the pedestrian mall downtown. The moon was waning on this particular evening, but only just so, as the full moon was a week or so ago as Dirk remembered. As they walked, the sounds of the Saturday night reveler's and debaucherous drunks and the bright lights advertising imported beer and the rush of the traffic zooming by all started to fade. They could hear their own footsteps now. Karla stopped dead in her tracks, and jumped up in the air clapping her hands. "Race you," she giggled, and started skipping down the street. Karla was obviously a total hippy chick, and Dirk was really enjoying their time together. Dirk picked up his pace to keep up, and after another block they came to the entrance of the city park. He looked around, and with the stars and the moon out he could tell that there wasn't anyone within eyesight who would notice them. He remembered Rosanna earlier in the day and how she had removed her panties as soon as the thought crossed his mind, and so he decided to focus his thoughts - wishing to himself that Karla would remove her panties, but only if she wanted to deep down inside. All of a sudden she started running ahead in to the park and when she got to the middle of the small field by the river he could see her lift her patchwork dress slightly and with her cute little hands he could tell she was thumbing the waste band of her panties and as she bent over, stepping out of them Dirk thought to himself, "This is going to be a beautiful night. Karla was giggling as Dirk approached and he saw her bunch up and throw her panties over her shoulder. "What was that?" he asked as if unaware. "Oh, nothing really," Karla couldn't stop giggling to herself. "Let's go sit by the river." The temperature was perfect and there was a nice breeze in the air that felt refreshing, and as they approached the river the gurgling sounds of the flowing river made them both take a deep breath and smile. Karla was leading the way and when they got to the river, it was actually more of a creek, she suggested they cross the bridge so they could walk through the trees where it was a little darker and a little further from the path. "What did you have in mind?" Dirk asked, hoping it was a blow job she wanted to give him. He felt a stirring in his pants thinking about what was about to happen, but it was dark and no one was around so he just enjoyed the feeling of his cock growing ever so slightly in his jeans. Karla wasn't sure what had come over her this evening, or why she had decided to stop and talk to this stranger, or why after wards she suggested they walk to the river - but she did know that it was something she had always fantasized about and so she decided to just go with the flow. Dirk seemed like a nice enough guy and didn't seem like a rapist or anything, and she knew that enough people walked by the path that she could call out for help if he tried anything. She felt totally free with the gentle breeze caressing her intimately under her knee high dress. She was getting excited about the possibility and as they crossed the bridge she could feel the wetness in her pussy begin to build up. Her pussy lips felt smooth and wet as she walked and she could feel them rubbing together ever so slightly with the tiniest bit of moisture that was building. It was then that she remembered removing her panties in the middle of the park and tossing them over her shoulder. "Oh my goodness, Dirk - I just took off my panties and threw them in the park," she whispered, grabbing Dirk by the arm and giggling to herself. "I am such a bad girl." "That's okay," Dirk managed to respond, his cock now fully erect in his jeans as they made their way to the grove of trees on the other side of the creek from the bicycle path. "I like bad girls." They could see from this side of the creek that there were other people in the park: bicyclists coming and going from downtown, a couple holding hands walking under the streetlights off in the distance. Once they made it to the darkness and seclusion of the grove of trees, Dirk decided to stir things up a bit. He wondered what she would look like naked in the moonlight. Karla looked Dirk in the eyes, reached down to the hem of her skirt and in one swift movement lifted the dress over her tummy, then kept going over her shoulders. With the dress lifted over her head and her arms fully raised, Dirk could see her dark blonde pubic hair and her hairy armpits. He took it all in, his cock dripping pre-cum inside of his pants. Karla tossed the dress to the ground, wearing only her pink crocs. "So you're a blonde?" Dirk chuckled. "Yes, I dye my hair this color. I like to keep the blonde highlights though," she said in a deep, womanly voice. Dirk was leaning against a tree, with one leg propped up in an attempt to hide the erection that continued to throb and pulse in his pants. "Mind if I show you something?" Karla asked, reaching for the button to Dirk's jeans. "Um... I don't, I mean..." Dirk was speechless. He couldn't believe that this beautiful hippy chick he had never seen before in his life was standing here naked in the shade of the trees under the stars in park by the river. Looking across the creek, Dirk saw the couple holding hands walking down the path on the other side of the water. "Uh, don't you think..." Her hands were already unbuttoning his jeans, and she looked towards the couple and whispered, "They can't see anything, don't worry sexy." Fumbling with his button fly, she took one hand and traced the outline of his cock through his jeans. "Besides, feels like you want this just as much as I do." She quickly unzipped his pants and Dirk stood on both feet so she could lower his pants around his buttocks. His rock-hard cock bounced up when she released his manhood from his boxers and she quickly grabbed a hold of it with one hand and gave it a little squeeze. "Um.. what did you have in mind?" Dirk whispered. "Don't say anything," Karla softly commanded, positioning herself on her knees with Dirk leaning up against the tree. With one hand firmly holding Dirk pulsing cock, she found a good position so her knees wouldn't get stiff. The head of Dirk's cock was swollen because of her tight grip, and he was dripping out of his mushroom tip and into her hand and on her wrist. She stroked him once or twice, and Dirk moaned uncontrollably. With her other hand she reached for her nipples, pinching them slightly, grabbed a hold of one tit and knew that this was too perfect. This had always been her fantasy and now she was living it. Completely sober and naked in a public park with a cock in one hand, and as she reached for her pussy she stared intently at Dirks cock and balls in her hand. She couldn't remember the last time her pussy had been this wet, she felt with her hand the moisture that was oozing down her creamy thighs, and evaporating in to the breeze. She separated her pussy lips with one gesture and started rubbing herself with a few fingers softly, stroking Dirk at the same time. Dirk was staring at the couple now quite close by on the path on the other side of the flowing water. Did that woman just see what they were doing in the shadows, he thought to himself as Karla leaned forward taking the tip of his cock into her pouty lips. Karla saw the couple also out of the corner of her eye, and when she did she felt a huge gush of wetness release itself from deep inside her womb. This made her buck forward on to Dirk's cock, so she opened her lips slightly and let him slide into her warm mouth. Releasing her free hand from his cock, she reached for his balls and started massaging them in the darkness. Dirk knew he was not going to last very long at this pace, and he wanted to make the most of this experience - for both of their sakes. He could tell that Karla was turned on by the fact that the couple was so close and would be within eyesight if they were not standing in the shadows of the tree grove. He thought that it would be nice if they stopped walking and decided to look up at the stars. At this point they were only about twenty feet away and on the other side of the creek, and again as if on cue they stopped walking. Dirk and Karla could almost hear the couple conversing about the stars that were out that night. Karla was now furiously rubbing her pussy and clit, her entire hand sticky and wet from her flowing juices. She felt like such a slut, but she loved it so much.. She was massaging Dirk's balls and taking his cock deep in her mouth, and sucking on the engorged tip of his dick. His cock felt so warm in her mouth, and she wanted to feel his cum in her throat. Lost in pleasure, Dirk was now grasping the trunk of the tree while Karla milked his cock with her mouth. He put his hands gently on her head and felt her head bob back and forth as she sucked him off. Karla was moaning more and more intensely as one hand toyed her pussy and the other reached behind to hold Dirk's butt cheek to pull him closer. She was building into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Their moaning caught the attention of the couple and the couple started squinting in to the shadows to see if anyone was there. They were only twenty feet or so away, and Dirk and Karla had both forgotten they were so close by. Their moans were now clearly audible, even with the gushing waters of the creek. Karla's mouth was making a very distinct sucking sound as she continued to bob back and forth on Dirk's cock with his hands now grasping firmly on her head as he began bucking his hips into her mouth and with her free hand Karla held firm one of his butt cheeks for support. Dirk's balls began to tighten and the tip of his dick started pulsating, which made Karla begin to rub her pussy even faster. She knew he was about to release into her mouth and she wanted every drop. She also wanted to cum at the same time and so she started focusing on her clit, rubbing wet, juicy fingers around and around her now bulging nub. She lifted the hood of her clitoris and started tapping herself on her clit with her fingers as her thighs started trembling. "I'm going to cum," was all Dirk could manage to say." She pulled his dick out of her mouth and grabbed the base of his cock and continued rubbing her now thoroughly drenched pussy. Her ass was twitching and her thighs were trembling as she slipped the head of his penis back in to her mouth and started sucking intensely and at the same time began to jerk off his cock as it continued to bulge and throb between her lips. There was no going back now. Dirk reached behind and held his hips to catch his balance as his balls released. Karla could feel the familiar twitching in the cock and knew he was releasing in to her mouth. She could feel the first squirt of cum out of his dick all the way in the back of her throat with a force that she was not expecting. The pulsating cock in her lips continued to pump Dirk's semen in to her mouth, and she did her best to swallow it all, quite successfully. The glow of her own self given orgasm was already starting to flush her warm skin and she was massaging the excess wetness from her pussy in to her breasts and Dirk climaxed in to her mouth and moaned loudly, releasing a deep breath. She felt his entire body release and relax as she sucked up the excess saliva and cum off of his still pulsating cock. With a plop sound, she released his cock from her mouth and tapped the head of his penis lightly. She looked up at Dirk, who was now coming down from his intense orgasm, and they locked eyes and both started giggling. Just then they heard the sound of the couple from across the river, who were now also giggling with them. "Oh shit," Dirk whispered, pulling up his boxers and adjusting his pants. Karla was basking in the complete relaxation she felt in this moment, looking up at the waning moon which was now directly overhead. Slowly she stood up, as the couple across the river threw something on to their side of the water. "We were wondering who these belonged to," they laughed and started walking away. Dirk reached down and saw that they had thrown a pair of blue, lace panties across the creek. Picking them up he handed them to Karla who was putting her patchwork dress back on and smiling intensely. "Thanks." It was then that Dirk started to feel a sense of guilt. He wondered if Karla would be scarred by this experience. He wanted to know if she would have done this if it weren't for the ring. He reached for the ring and started to pull it off. Karla was now fully clothed and pulling the bite out of her panties underneath her dress. Dirk removed the ring and put it in his pocket, looking towards Karla. She looked so pretty with the moonlight casting shadows across her face. A drip of sweat rolled down from her temple and down her cheek. Standing now without the ring on, he started to speak - but no words came out. Karla lifted one hand and Dirk could see that she was slightly confused. Karla could not remember why she had led on this complete stranger. She knew that this had always been her fantasy, that this is what she thought about at home in bed at night when she was horny - but she never expected it to actually happen. She adjusted her weight on one leg and put her hands on her hips. "Um, yeah...like I don't know - Um, my name is Karla by the way. This was fun, but I don't usually - " Seeing Purple Ch. 02 "It's okay," Dirk said in a voice that was slightly deeper from the orgasm he had just experienced. "I don't either. Maybe we should exchange numbers or something, and do this again?" Karla was still trying to figure out what had happened, but she did know she had just had one of the best orgasms of her life. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed, thankful, or angry with this stranger. After what seemed like an eternity to Dirk, she replied. "Okay, sure stranger. Will you walk me back to my car?" Seeing Purple Ch. 03 When Dirk awoke on Sunday morning, the first thing he noticed was that his morning wood was a bit more intense than it had been in a long time. He woke up in bed naked as usual, and his morning erection was throbbing, almost painfully; thanks in part to the memories of the sexy adventures he had participated in the day before, but also because he had to pee. He hopped out of bed and made his way to his private bathroom, his erect cock bobbing up and down as he drearily stumbled to the toilet. The funny thing is that he couldn't stop thinking about the blow job he had received from the stranger in the city park last night of all places, to the effect that he had to sit down to pee because his dick was so hard that he couldn't aim properly without contorting himself in an awkward position. After he relieved himself he made his way back to bed to wait out his morning wood, his still hard penis bobbing up and down and even slapping his belly as he walked. He stopped to check his pants on the floor for the magical ring he found yesterday on the curb -- it was thankfully still there. But there was no relief in site as his dick stayed erect for much longer than it normally did in the morning. Not thinking too much of it, he lay in bed with the ring in one hand, his cock and balls in the other dreaming of the possibilities. When his morning wood finally did subside he got out of bed, put on some clothes and made himself a light breakfast of oatmeal and a hard boiled egg with some french-pressed coffee. After breakfast he put his dishes in the dishwasher and took a hot shower. His cock twitched again when he saw himself in the mirror and started thinking about Karla from the previous night. He felt good about himself knowing that he had given a pretty woman the opportunity to unabashedly fulfill one of her deepest sexual fantasies by giving a blow job to a stranger in a public park. He was also thankful that they had exchanged numbers afterwards, and even without the ring on it seemed as if Karla was genuinely interested in seeing him again. Thinking about Karla made him start to feel a bit randy. But he noticed his journal on the kitchen table, flipped through to the notes he had made from the previous day, and underlined what he had written there emphatically: "But what is the catalyst?" The only thing Dirk had on his agenda that day was to fix a flat tire on his bicycle, so he grabbed his wallet and keys and slipping on the ring, he made his way out the front door and started walking to one of the local bike shops that were only a few blocks from his house. One of the perks of living downtown is that everything is so close by. As he passed his favorite cafe, he looked inside and saw that Rosanna was working this morning -- and she also noticed him. She waved at him but then avoided eye contact and focused instead on cleaning the espresso machine. Dirk felt kind of bad about what happened yesterday morning, and decided to focus his thoughts on making Rosanna feel more relaxed and at ease about what had happened between them. He had only just found the ring, and the chain of events that led to him having his face in Rosanna's pussy at the trail head was just as confusing to Dirk as it must have been to Rosanna. But as he continued walking, what caught his attention next gave him an adrenaline rush. He looked up and noticed that on every light post up and down the block, were newly posted flyers advertising a reward for a lost pewter ring. The flyer said that the ring had "sentimental value", and there was a "substantial" reward for its safe return. There was no picture on the flyer, but the description matched Dirk's ring perfectly. He felt a little guilty at not calling the number to immediately return the thing, but he decided that he would follow through and try to find out as much information as he could before he made any hasty decisions. It's not every day that a magic ring falls in to your lap, and Dirk was not an idiot. Whoever it belonged to could wait another day or two, and besides - what if the ring got in to the wrong hands? As he continued walking towards the bicycle shop he came to an intersection and hit the button to activate the crosswalk, wondering who the ring actually belonged to and where it came from. He had always wanted to believe in magic and the possibility of magic, but he had never before actually seen or experienced anything that he could prove was beyond a doubt actually magical in any way. It reminded him of Lord of the Rings, and the adventures of the Hobbits and the elves and the battle between good and evil in the books that he had read in high school and college. Only this was real. Dirk had an actual ring that was magic. He laughed out loud when he thought about how obsessed he was becoming with his new possession, and silently he hoped to himself that he wouldn't start calling the ring "his precious". He eventually came to the bicycle repair shop and found the tube size he needed for his bike and then made his way over to the register. Standing in line at the checkout, Dirk got the idea to try to use the ring to get a discount on his inner-tube purchase. Checking to make sure he was still wearing the ring, he focused his thoughts on the clerk, imagining he was having a really great day and that he had an overly jovial feeling towards Dirk. When it was Dirk's turn in line the clerk smiled enthusiastically, "How are you! Is this all you need today?" "Yes, thanks." The clerk reached under the counter and pulled out a business card. "Well thanks for coming in... this tube is on the house today, and you can use this coupon for half-off any regular maintenance tune-up you need in the next month." It worked! Dirk thanked the clerk, inner-tube in hand and started the walk home to fix his bike. It was a beautiful sunny morning and life was full of possibilities. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so completely at ease and satisfied with the way things were going in his life. He knew that it was all because of his luck in finding the magical ring, but that didn't bother him a bit because now with the ring in his possession he felt invincible, as though he could have it all, as if he could finally achieve all of the things he had always wanted in life. Could he use the ring to get a promotion at work? Or better yet to somehow use it to win the lottery? Women weren't going to be a problem anymore, as he had learned the night before. He continued walking, chuckling to himself and twirling the ring around and around his pinky finger with his thumb, his mind racing with all of the possibilities. Dirk still did not fully understand exactly what the ring was doing, but he felt as if it was somehow taking his thoughts and then projecting them somehow and imprinting them into and onto the minds of other people. He had learned from Rosanna that the ring did have the power to overcome the free will of others, but that it could also bring out in people the things they always wanted to do but were afraid to fruit, make happen in the real world. That is definitely what had happened with Karla Saturday night! When he got back home his roommates were finally waking up. Dirk greeted and was greeted in return and they continued cooking their usual Sunday morning breakfast as Dirk grabbed his journal from the counter and made his way up to his room. He noticed that there was a new voice-mail on his cell phone, so he checked to see who had called. "Damn it -- I have dinner with Sandra tonight." In the excitement of his new discovery, Dirk had absolutely forgotten about his dinner plans with his neighbor Sandra. She had just gotten back from a week long, work related conference in another state and Dirk had agreed to feed her cat and water her plants while she was gone. In return, Sandra had invited Dirk to a homemade dinner at her place. The voice mail was probably just to confirm that dinner would be later that evening and that Dirk should not be late. "Well, another chance to see what this thing can do." Dirk mumbled to himself, twisting off the ring from his hand, tossing it lightly up and then grabbing it quickly from the side as it began to descend. He put it into his front pocket, patting to make sure that it was secure there and spent the afternoon cleaning his room and for the most part going about his daily Sunday routine, getting ready for work the next day and also trying to think of things he was going to try with his new powers. The thought crossed his mind to go to the bookstore to check out some of the books on positive thinking and will-power. By then it was about time to start getting ready for his dinner date, so he changed in to some jeans and a clean button up dress shirt -- casual but presentable for his neighbor who was thoughtful enough to cook him dinner. She was actually a very beautiful woman, and Dirk had always had a small crush since he had moved in but he had never followed through with it and instead they would do small favors for each other. This was the second time Dirk had house-sit for Sandra since they had been neighbors. The first time was only to check on the cat because she was going to be gone for two days, but this time she was gone for a week and Dirk had to water all of her houseplants, clean the cat's litter-box, and check the mail. The usual stuff, and Dirk was more than happy to do it. He decided to check his voice-mail to make sure that there wasn't anything that he was expected to bring to the dinner date, but in the message Sandra says in a firm and womanly voice that she is not cooking him dinner in order to have sexual relations, and that she does not want to lead Dirk on in thinking that this could possibly be a sexual relationship, and that if anything like that were to ever happen she would make it clear to him: "It's just that I've been going through a lot of stress since I found out the news. It's been ten years and he had a new wife and a new family but we were still best friends. Betty is the one who invited me to the wedding. But I will see you shortly, and make sure you bring your smile!" Dirk knew from previous conversations that Sandra's ex-husband was a police officer who joined the marines when the war started, and that Sandra had recently found out he had died in the war. A helicopter crash during 'training exercises'. He had no idea who Betty was, or why she would think he would have any sexual intentions in mind for inviting him over to dinner in the first place. "I cleaned your cat's litter-box. That shit was stinky!" he chuckled to himself as he hung up the phone. Patting his pocket again to make sure the ring was still there, Dirk headed down the street to his neighbor Sandra's house excited about the food more than anything. He loved chatting with beautiful women, whether or not sex was even a possibility. Sandra always had a way of saying things, even in what would normally be considered small talk, that really got right to the heart of the matter at hand. Dirk wondered to himself how good dinner was going to be, and his stomach growled softly. He didn't want things to get too weird with someone who lived right next door, and so it was his intention to not wear the ring at all during his dinner date with Sandra. He was actually hoping for a chance to bring the ring up in conversation in order to get someone else's perspective on this whole matter, a random neighbor the perfect candidate. Dinner was delicious: steamed spinach and pine nuts over quinoa grain served with adzuki beans over baked salmon. And wine; Sandra was obviously down to the bottom of her first glass when Dirk arrived. He had one glass before the bottle was finished. The conversation was lighthearted. Dirk described the cats exotic personality, and Sandra laughed in the recognition of her pet in his descriptions. Sandra brought up her ex-husband, and Dirk listened compassionate and intentionally. She was in turn a good listener, and just as Dirk mentioned that he had a serious question that he wanted to ask Sandra, about the ring of course -- Sandra stood up out of her chair, "It's time for cookies! I made them fresh this afternoon." And off she walked in to the kitchen. Dirk made his way to the living room and sat on the leather sofa there. He looked around the room and noticed the artwork on the walls, the houseplants he had been watering the past week, and the cat who followed him in to the room, raising her tail and letting out a drawn out, high-pitched, "meow," as she sat down, staring at Dirk proudly. Dirk was amazed at how soft the couch was; He sat back, rested one arm on the end rest and folded one leg over the other in a comfortable position. He took a deep breath, feeling quite relaxed after the dinner and wine. "Cookies don't sound to bad either," he thought, taking the last sip from his wine glass and leaning forward to set it on the coffee table. Sandra was really in a good mood, cooking and sharing food always seemed to lift her spirits for some reason and she felt very positive getting to know her neighbor. As she made her way with the cookies to the table she mentioned that some herbal tea would be ready after it had steeped for a little bit longer. "Mind if I use the rest-room?" Dirk asked standing up as Sandra came in with the cookies. "Sure, you know where it is," she smiled genuinely. Setting out a cookie for Dirk she thought about how great it was to be having dinner with a man her own age, and she remembered how long it had been since she and her now ex-husband had made love. Her thoughts were only brief and fleeting, and emotionally she felt rather neutral about the love-making itself, but looking up a dull reflection from the couch where Dirk had been sitting caught her eye. An old, dingy looking ring sat there, as if staring back at her. Thinking she could play a lighthearted prank on Dirk, she decided to put the thing on and see if Dirk noticed. When he came back, he sat back down on the sofa and leaned forward to grab his dessert plate. It was as if not a moment had passed and their conversation was comfortable and picked right up where it had left off. But Sandra kind of didn't want Dirk to see the ring, even though she was playfully displaying it while nibbling finger sized bites of her cookie; and Dirk didn't seem to notice, at one time even making obvious eye-contact with the ring as she slowly extended her ring finger and smiled. And then the thought crossed her mind, she mildly wanted to know whether or not Dirk thought she was pretty, whether he saw her as a woman. Looking her in the eyes, Dirk calmly inhaled, "Dinner was so delicious, Sandra. It's not every night that a beautiful, sexy neighbor cooks you dinner. On top of that, your cookies are home baked and fresh." That made Sandra's tummy rumble a little bit. The way Dirk was looking at her definitely made her begin to notice that she was a woman herself, and that Dirk was actually a rather handsome man. Especially when he was telling her such nice things. Taking a breath, Sandra could faintly smell the aroma of the candle she had lit earlier during dinner. She thought to herself how funny the message was that she had left earlier on Dirk's machine, and how funny it was that she found herself thinking that she wouldn't say no to a goodnight kiss if Dirk offered one, and that hell, she would rather enjoy it very much if Dirk proceeded to take some rope from the closet and tie her up in the bedroom and tease her for hours on end with some ice-cubes and feathers. It was in this instant that Dirk noticed the ring on Sandra's hand, but it was also the instant that another thought was crossing Sandra's mind -- that it had been such an awful long time since she had made love to a man. But the thought was only a fleeting one. Just as fleeting was the understanding Dirk came to as he found himself unable to speak. When he tried to say something about the ring, he couldn't. What he did not understand is why he suddenly felt the urge to get the rope that he new was sitting on the floor in the coat closet by the front door. But calmly, and as if on cue, he did stand up and walk over to the closet while Sandra was lost in a passing daydream. When he emerged with the rope in hand, making eye contact while raising the rope in a gentle gesture towards the bedroom, Sandra's entire body tightened and then released. She bit down on her lower lip and her eyes widened. Dirk walked the few steps towards Sandra on the couch and held out one hand in a gesture to help her up off of the sofa. Hand in hand, Dirk held the rope in front of himself and led the way towards the master bedroom of the house. Sandra's mind was in a trance. She had never had someone seem to read her mind before in this fashion: first complimenting just as she wanted to know if Dirk saw her in a sexual way, and then now as Dirk grabbed the rope from the closet. It couldn't only be a coincidence she thought to herself, but by now it was more than her tummy that was rumbling. The rope wasn't any bigger than a quarter of an inch thick, but there was plenty of it. When they came to the bedroom, Dirk let go of Sandra's hand, resting his hand on her shoulder as she stepped forward to turn the door-knob. She felt a familiar warmth in her womb as she opened the bedroom door and went to sit on the bed. Dirk grabbed pair of scissors from the drawer of Sandra's writing desk and cut off one length of the rope. Sandra extended her arms, wrists together, and Dirk tied them together tightly and firmly so that there was no honest way for Sandra to untie herself. Sandra's heart was racing, this reminded her of the sessions that her and her ex-husband would have, and it were as if Dirk knew the routine without even being asked. Sandra did not know how to feel in this moment. On the one hand, it wasn't her intention to seduce Dirk, but on the other she secretly wanted him to rip off her clothes and tie her up and fuck her by force. These thoughts were making her begin to wet her panties with moisture, but only the slightest amount. Dirk was beginning to notice a lot of urges he was having and they did not seem like things he would normally want to do or to think about doing. But at the same time, he felt calm about the situation and everything he was doing felt like it was something he wanted to be doing, and well it all seemed natural even. Dirk casually held on to one end and tossed the bundle of rope underneath the bed. He pulled half of it so that the same amount of rope was on each side of the bed. Sandra sat at the foot of the bed as if in a trance while Dirk arranged the rope in this way. He doubled the rope over so that each post of the bed had enough loose rope to hold down an appendage of Sandra's body. The two pieces fixed to the front posts would hold her arms back behind her head, while the two pieces tied to the foot posts would hold her legs spread open. Because she had a king sized bed, when she was tied in this fashion her legs would be spread very wide open, displaying her sex freely while her arms were held down and apart firmly by the rope there, making it impossible for her to cover her breasts or her sex in any way. These are the thoughts Sandra was having as Dirk was indeed tying the rope to each respective corner of the king sized bed, and by now Sandra's cheeks were beginning to flush, even more-so than they had been when she was drinking the red wine during dinner. After the last foothold was secured, there was still some excess rope and Dirk neatly folded the last few yards round and around and set them by the foot of the bed. Seeing Purple He was starting to think he should have fucked her in the ass when she was asking for it politely. Slapping himself on the cheek, Dirk took another deep breath and realized that now was not the time to be thinking about his aching cock and balls - Rosanna was obviously having personal problems in her life and he didn't want to ruin what seemed to him like the beginning of a great new friendship. So he reached his arms out towards her offering an understanding hug. Rosanna, with her pussy aching as well, stepped to receive the hug but then realized that is not what she needed at all. "I need to go home, and now." Rosanna demanded. Her pussy was so wet that a drop of saliva mixed with cyprene dripped from underneath her dress onto her big toe as another breeze started to blow. She looked beautiful and sexy standing in the wooded sunlight with a few tears down her cheek, lips pouting and her legs wet with the moisture still glistening down to her knees. Dirk wiped his mouth and chin off with his forearm, and the two, now both thoroughly confused at this chain of events, started to redouble back yet again towards the city. "I'm going to put my underwear back on, please don't try and look at me." Rosanna pleaded. "I've already eaten you out though, what is there that I haven't seen," he responded. His erection was finally starting to fade, but the all too familiar ache of blue balls was already starting to set in. This was going to be a rough night, he thought to himself. His organs were so tight that he was starting to limp unnoticeably with every step, but Dirk could definitely feel it settling in. Rosanna put her panties and bra back on behind another tree, adjusted herself presentably, and they continued walking back towards downtown. Again, Dirk awkwardly put his hands back in his pockets and remembered his ring. He held the ring in his palm tightly, and that's when everything clicked. "Ho-ly shit," he thought out loud. "The ring!" "What ring?" Rosanna asked, tip toeing barefoot through the woods, trying to avoid the sharp rocks on her soft feet. "Oh, never mind. . ."