1 comments/ 7013 views/ 0 favorites Day Dreamin' By: RainbowQueen A Fantasy For Two Part 1... Day Dreamin' I was both nervous, and excited. The big day had finally arrived, and it was glorious. It was only 9:15 in the morning, and already I could hear the children's laughter as the chased each other with squirt guns. Soon they'd all be knockin', asking me to fill the wading pool. It was suppose to get at least ninety today, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky to mar the suns goal. Grabbing a pair of undies, my green shorts, my favorite white tank top, and my bathing suit top, I headed towards the bathroom to start the water running for my shower while I continued my train of thought. I slowly started to undress while my thoughts turned to my friends. Soon I'd be meeting them all in person for the first time... Bill, with all his whining, and his righteous attitude...He could be nice, and supportive when not acting the fool. I hoped he'd be able to behave himself...Mr. B was coming too. Lisa, who always makes me laugh with her bubbly personality. I wonder what her husband is like, but that will be answered soon enough as he's coming along. Patty, who's almost as excited as I am over our get together has been so much help getting this thing together. I have a feeling we're gonna be close friends. And then there's Richard, and Don, Barbra and her hubby, Craig and Jenny...It should be a fun weekend. Noticing I had forgotten my towel, I ran to get it, almost falling as TippyCat raced under my feet. Okay...feed TippyCat, AND THEN shower! OKAY Hannibal...I hear you. Are you outta seed again? You're gettin' too fat! There ya' go...good bird...go see...go see...That's a good boy. Heading back to my running shower, I suddenly remembered I'd better grab the phone too. Everyone was to phone me as they arrived at the hotel that had been booked for them a full three weeks in advance. Looping my towel on the towel rack, I stepped under the hot inviting spray. Turning my back to the shower, I let the spray pound out the soreness in my shoulders from yesterday. I had lifted way too much, but at least the renter had shown up and taken the unit. That made it worth it. Tilting my head back, I let the water run over my forehead and hair. It felt so good...wish I'd left the radio on. Reaching for my sweet strawberry shampoo, I can't help but grin. I do so love the scent of strawberries. Pouring the thick silky pink into my hand, I stepped out from under the spray and smoothed it over my head. Closing the lid, setting it back down, I lazily worked it into lather, letting myself daydream while I did so. Out of all of those coming, at least twenty couples, there was only one I was nervous to meet. Mr. B! He was so sweet to me on line, and so helpful...He makes me feel good...and relaxed. He has a way of making others talk about themselves while giving little away about his self. Mr. B...I like that name. Never known one before...But there's something about him that makes me nervous...tingly even. Like a spider's sense going off. Look at me! Fifty years old, and blushing in the shower. Tilting my head back again, I rinsed my hair, turning up the hot water. It felt so good! Pouring my strawberry conditioner onto my hair, I lathered it up, and let it set in my hair as I picked up my shower gel. Spreading it slowly over myself, I remember a time my body was truly smooth to the touch. My non-existent tummy had made an appearance, and non too gracefully! My breasts had stayed standing thank God. My legs have certainly gone all to hell along the way too. Age is not a lover-like escort. Stepping back under the shower, I let it cascade over my full length. Running my fingers through my hair to get the conditioner out, my imagination went into over drive. Closing my eyes, they weren't my hands anymore. His hands were gentle as they combed through my hair, sensuously massaging my scalp. As the conditioner ran over my body, his hands followed. Over my shoulders, and down my breasts, his hands gently cupping them, as the spray teased my nipples erect. The shrill ringing of the telephone was definitely a demand to come back to earth and get real. I had too much to do without mooning over some guy I hadn't even met yet! Part 2... Plans For The Day Almost everyone had arrived. Lisa's car had failed her about an hours drive away, and had refused to start again at the restaurant she had stopped at. The mechanic wouldn't be back till Monday, and this was Friday. That meant her station wagon, which we had counted on because of its size, was now just another problem to solve. We would deal with that on Monday. In the meantime, Patty went to pick her up. The plan was for us all to meet at the hotel, and take the monorail to the Seattle Center. The hotel was within walking distance to the monorail, and it would be more fun to all go together. The center held lots to do, and catered to everyone's interests. As we all made plans to split up into groups, and meet back at the bottom of the Space Needle, I noticed that everyone was pairing up as couples. Now I really felt kind of weird. Most has brought along their better halves, or a friend. Bill, Patty, Mr. B, and myself were left unattached. All of a sudden, I saw my day stretching out before me, with Bill having to sit most of the day due to his numerous complaints. Next thing I knew, Mr. B was taking my hand, telling the others I had promised to show him the bumper cars, promising we'd see them later under the space needle. I felt sorry for Patty, but took the offered escape. We had a wonderful time. We indeed rode the bumper cars, them moved on to the art exhibits. We found we liked some of the same artists, and conversation flowed easily. Leaving the art exhibit building, we saw the various live musicians starting to entertain the crowds that were building on the grass around them. We listened to some blues, and then moved on to country. Jazz was next. Then Hillbilly. I hadn't had this much fun in years. By the time we were to meet the others, we'd built up an appetite. Upon arriving at the Space Needle, we saw that Bill, Patty, and several others had already arrived. Riding up in the elevator, we all talked about what we had seen and done. Everyone had had a good time, except for Bill. He looked very tired, and somewhat peeved. And he was looking straight at me! But I was worrying for nothing. Mr. B once again rescued me by asking what I was going to eat. As we made our way to the big circular table set up just for our party, he kept up a running conversation. After we had all ordered our meals, conversation turned to what the afternoon offered in way of entertainment. Many of us wanted to go swimming, and cool off, so I suggested Green Lake. I'd gone swimming there often while growing up. Not everyone wanted to go. Patty and Lisa were going shopping down at Pike Place Market. Several of us agreed that if we weren't too tired from swimming, we'd see them there later. So those who wanted to go swimming climbed into Mr. B's car, while the shoppers went in Bills and Lisa's cars. Bill was going to drop those riding with him off, and then was going back to the hotel to lie down for a couple hours. Arriving at the lake, everyone gratefully got out of the car. It had been a tight fit to get us all in. With one more, someone would have had to ride on a lap! It wasn't longer then ten minutes, and we'd all stripped down to bathing suits to go in the water. All but me. I refused to wear a suit because of my being overweight. I knew my shorts would dry quickly in the sun after I was done swimming. Laughing, Mr. B challenged me to a race to Duck Island. I had told everyone in the car how we'd swam out to the little island every summer, (my brother and I) and went fishing. We had always considered it spooky as kids. It had a large stand of trees like a forest, and it was very dark on the island under these trees. After seeing it for themselves, no one else wanted to swim out to it. I took Mr. B up on his challenge, racing towards the lake. With a laugh, he came chasing close on my heels. We hit the water, and started swimming to the cheers of our friends. Part 3... Unexpected Turn of Events By the time I made it to the island, Mr. B was sitting on a fallen log waiting for me, a huge smile on his face. He had so easily out swam me. Joining him on the log, I smiled in appreciation of his win. He looked happy, and suggested we let the sun dry us some before we went exploring. It would be chilly under the thickness of the trees, if not down right cold. So we sat for a few minutes, laughing over things we'd seen at the Seattle Center, and bits and pieces from our lives. We kept the conversation light, but I think he was wise to my nervousness. Trying to hide it, I jumped up, and told him to follow me if he wanted to see the ducks. That got his attention, and he followed me under the trees. Trying hard to think of something to say, I wasn't paying attention, as I should have to where I was walking, and tripped over a small arm of one of the broken trees. He caught me before I fell, and kept a hold my hand as we continued walking. It had been a very long time since anyone had held my hand. Years...I wasn't use to being touched at all anymore. As we neared the side of the island I knew we'd find the ducks on, I stopped to listen. I had always loved to hear them before they came into view. We could see feathers stuck on branches, and hear their calls clearly. Mr. B gave me a puzzled look, not understanding why I stopped as suddenly as I did. Then moving slowly, I showed him the treasure my brother and I had found on Duck Island. Looking very carefully, he could see the baby chicks just popping from their shells. I pointed nearby to our left, and he saw more of the same. We watched a couple of them get free from their shells, and then I led him back the way we had come. Just short of leaving the tall stand of trees and walking out into the bright sunlight, he stopped walking, and pulled me close for a hug. Nervously, I returned his hug, then looked up at him. He still held me loosely, but close. I could have left his arms just by taking the smallest step... All of a sudden, it mattered less that I was married. I wanted to taste this mans kiss. I could feel his body touching mine...teasing mine...and as his eyes searched my face, a war went on inside my heart. I was married! But this felt so good...was it cheating if he hadn't touched me in years? Was it taking anything away that was his? I let myself relax a little, and smiled at him. Then he asked if I'd made up my mind yet. I could feel my face flame, and was happy it was so dark there under the trees. But that didn't save me. He chuckled as if he knew I was blushing, and again pulled me close. Whispering in my ear, he assured me that nothing would happen I didn't want to happen. Leaning back in his arms, my smile grew. Raising a hand to his cheek, I leaned into him and met his lips with my own. Just a couple small kisses. That's what I told myself. Just enough to satisfy my curiosity...but Mr. B had ideas of his own. Still holding me gently, he deepened the kiss, and my body woke as if from a lifetime of sleep, and was rejoicing in being alive. It now had a mind of its own, and knew what it wanted. I felt my breasts swell, and my nipples tighten, and I knew he could feel it too. Just as I could tell he wasn't entirely unaffected. My body moved of its own accord, and snuggled closer. I had quit thinking...I was feeling...and enjoying it! I enjoyed feeling his arousal, and his hands moving down my back to pull me intimately closer. My arms had found their way around his neck, and a breath of air couldn't have found a way between us. He moved his body against mine suggestively, and my body responded with a sharp shudder. Now his kiss carried passion, and his hand moved to the strings holding my bathing suit top on. Very slowly, and purposely, he pulled on one of the strings. He was giving me time to stop him if that was my choice...and with a little pop, the bow was untied. As the air touched my skin, I closed my eyes. So many sensations shot through me, that I could do nothing but enjoy them. As he again kissed me, his hand cupped my breast, and his thumb brushed across my erect nipple, causing me to once again shiver in reaction. I couldn't see it, but I could feel his smile against my lips. As he moved his lips to my neck, then my shoulder, my hands roamed over his broad back, enjoying the play of the tensed muscles beneath my hands. Slowly he lowered me to the island floor, and again recaptured my lips, while his hand continued to tease my body awake. Slowly his hand moved downward, until he found the heat he was looking for. As his hand touched the crotch of my shorts, I couldn't stop the small cry of response. My body leapt to his touch, wanting...no...craving more. Cupping his hand firmly against me, his mouth played with my aroused nipples...licking, and suckling...nipping...and then he moved his hand in a rubbing motion, further driving me deeper into passion. Now my body asked for more, moving against his hand like it had a life of its own. With my fingers laced in his short hair, I held on...I wanted to touch him...and taste him, but all I could reach was his head and shoulders. This only fueled my sexual tension. Then I felt his hand near my shorts waistband, and soon inside my shorts. Kissing me deeply, he touched me intimately, and I again cried out as I moved against his hand, hot...and wet. Running one hand down his chest to the top of his shorts, I felt the breath he drew in suddenly. Letting my hand seek the front of his shorts, I touched him, and heard the moan he made against my lips as he pressed himself into my palm. The next moment, I felt his fingers teasing; searching...felt my body opening to him like a flower. Then I heard the laughter as if from far away...laughing shakily, Mr. B said it seemed we were no longer alone. I was pleased to see he wasn't any happier in reality then I was at the untimely intrusion. My body still responded to his moving hand and fingers. Suddenly he was kissing me hard, and slipping his fingers inside my heat. My body jumped, arched into him, and moved in sweet ecstasy. Then I heard the voices coming closer, and knew it was Lisa, and her hubby. Reluctantly, Mr. B removed his hand, and gave me a final fierce kiss, telling me that it wasn't over. Handing me my top, he helped me tie it in place. My hands were so unsteady...He took my hand, and pulled me to my feet just as Lisa said, "There they are...over there". I didn't know how I was going to face Mr. B when we came out from under the trees into the bright sunlight. I hadn't acted like that since I was a teenager...but I couldn't wipe the smile from my face. Joining Lisa and her husband, I felt my face flame. She looked from Mr. B, to me, than back to Mr. B again before smiling. He laughed, and asked if she had enjoyed her shopping trip. Then she told us how Patty had taken too much sun, and had requested going back to the hotel. She had dropped Lisa off at the Lake, and drove back to the hotel. She suggested swimming back to the others, drying off some, and going back to the hotel for dinner and drinks. She'd heard the hotel's band practicing their show when she'd dropped her loot from her shopping trip off, and they'd sounded good to her. Agreeing with her plans, the four of us swam back to shore. The water felt cool on my heated skin, and the swim gave me the needed time to collect myself. Sitting on our towels to dry off, we sipped Pepsi and talked with others that had joined our group. About 30 minutes later, we all headed to the parking lot. It had been arranged that Lisa would drive us back in Mr. B's car, as he didn't care for the downtown driving. There were too many one-way streets, and he didn't know the area. This wasn't Lisa's first trip to Seattle, and she didn't mind driving. Several had piled into the other car, and taken off. It was then we noticed we had a slight problem. We had one too many to fit in the car! Lisa sat in the driver's seat, and took charge. She patted the seat beside her, looking at her hubby. Next she had Ron get in, with his buddy Tom beside him. Turning to Mr. B, she told him he was next. That left me ...and she ordered me to sit on his lap. It was the only way we were all going to get where we were going. Looking at Mr. B, I saw the twinkle in his eyes, and the grin playing about his lips. He was totally enjoying my discomfort of the moment. Climbing in, I sat on his lap facing the front, and away from Ron and Tom. Squirming a bit to get comfortable, I felt his indrawn breath. Turning slightly to look at him, I felt something else too. Pulling himself up a bit straighter, he winked, and grinned. His movement caused us to rub together, and I realized he wasn't comfortable either. Telling us to wake him when we got there, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. The road we had to take was a detour due to roadwork on the main stretch. It had some large potholes, and was very bumpy. His hands had moved to my waist, and held me as each bump made us more aware of each other. I can't say I didn't enjoy the ride back to the hotel...OR, how when we got there, Mr. B was slow to get out of the car. I couldn't stop my knowing smile, and didn't even try. Lisa invited me to go up to her room for a quick drink before I headed to my room to shower and change, which I declined. I had rented a room for overnight. It was easier then fighting the traffic an hour each way. Part 4... Seeking Satisfaction Once again, back in my room, I lean against the door for a moment, a dreamy smile touching my lips and eyes. Mentally shaking myself, I kick off my shoes, and headed towards the bathroom. Starting the water running, I then went to check on what I would wear for dinner. I had brought very little with me, and had only a choice of two dresses. One of them, a baby blue in color, I called my "Marilyn Monroe" dress. The neckline plunged deeply in front and back, and the skirt was full. It was of a simple cut, and was a definite eye catcher. I had tried it on at the store, and it had looked pretty good. Now it looked only obvious. The second dress was long, and silky. It was white, and backless. The front had a choker style collar. The skirt was full, but fell gracefully. The only jewelry it needed was my gold bracelet and earrings. I would wear my paisley shawl over it. I grabbed a new pair of pantyhose out of my overnight bag, along with my undies and ginger bath gel, shampoo, and conditioner. Returning to my shower, I undressed and stood under the spray. Not letting my mind wonder, I hurriedly showered, and got out. Quickly drying my hair, I let it flow down my back. Just a dab of mascara was the only make up I wore. I had bought the white silk panties just to match the dress and shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, I was glad I'd picked the white dress. My skin had gained some color from the afternoon sun, and I had to admit it...I looked good! It was time to re-join the others. Now where did I put my purse...ahhh...there it is... Coming off the elevator into the Hotel Lobby, the first person I saw was Patty. Looking at her simple, yet elegant red pantsuit, I felt somewhat over dressed. That was until I saw Lisa, decked out to the nines! She was dressed in a long black dress of stylish cut, with a plunging bodice to her navel. Hoop earrings were her only jewelry except for her wedding ring and watch. The men looked very distinguished in their suits and ties...even though Mr. B's tie had been loosened as if it were chocking him. Bill let out a whistle upon seeing me, and told me I looked great. Mr. B said nothing...but the look in his eyes when he looked at me made me blush. There were already couples swaying on the dance floor to a slow romantic song, and he held his hand out to me without a word. Putting my hand in his, he smiled into my eyes and led me onto the dance floor. Taking me into his arms, he held me close, and the now familiar shiver raced up my spine. With my head tucked under his chin, my mind went back to that afternoon on Duck Island. And it didn't go alone! My body responded to the slight caress of his hands on my back, and his lips at my ear. He had promised it wasn't over yet...and it was a promise he meant to keep. Day Dreamin' With the song over, we walked back to the table, only for Bill to ask me for the next dance. When he took me in his arms, he started telling me how he'd missed me that afternoon. Then he told me of the various problems plaguing him at the moment...swollen abdomen, angina, and he'd missed his last dose of meds. Politely I listened and made the correct responses, all the while wishing Mr. B's arms were back around me. How long could one dance last? Going back to the table, we found the others ordering from the waiter. We added our orders to the others, and then joined in making plans for the next day's fun. It seemed like everyone had their own ideas on where they wanted to go, and what they wanted to see. The only thing that was really agreed on was that we'd all have our breakfasts and dinners together, and share all our experiences at that time. This settled, we relaxed and started enjoying our evening. Lisa and Patty had enjoyed Pike Place Market, and were wearing jewelry bought during their sightseeing. Lisa had found a gold ankle bracelet she adored, and Patty was wearing a beautiful new necklace. Our meals arrived, and the food was delicious. Not usually a drinker, I loosened up and had some wine with my steak dinner. It was light and fruity, and went well with my meal. I also wasn't so nervous anymore. Much more relaxed, I joined into the conversations going on around me, where before I had mainly just listened. Soon couples started teaming up to dance, and taking the initiative, I asked Mr. B to dance. The band had been playing some lively tunes, but had now switched to slow paced music. I had to laugh when Lisa jumped in to say that he had promised her the next dance, and she was holding him to it! Her hubby graciously asked me to dance, and we all headed to the dance floor. A couple minutes later, Bill and Patty joined us. We exchanged partners a couple times during the next several dances, and everyone was having a great time. After several dances with various partners, I begged exhaustion. I was over-heated, and needed some fresh air. I really wasn't use to the wine, and all the exercise. My body was reminding me I wasn't a youngster anymore. Patty and Bill had both left a while ago, and the dance floor was thinning out. Assuring them I'd be right back, I started back to our table to get my purse. The hotels ballroom had a balcony that over looked a beautiful garden. Stepping up to the railing, I inhaled deeply, enjoying the perfume of the flowers. Looking up into the night sky, I quickly closed my eyes. I could almost hear my gramps voice..."You must close your eyes tight, and wish on only the first star you see at night." Smiling slightly to myself, I made my wish. "What did you wish for?" Startled, I turned from the railing to see Mr. B. I felt my face flame, and I turned back to the railing. "Have you seen the garden yet? It's beautiful." He came closer, and came to stand just behind me. Again he asked his question; "Talk to me...what did you wish for?" and I had an answer waiting this time. "Gramps said not to tell my wish. If I do, it won't come true." Coming up real close behind me, he wrapped his arms around me. "Was this what you wished for?" Then he kissed my neck..."Or was this your wish?" My heart had started pounding, and I held my breath. Turning me around, smiling, he asked, "Or maybe this?" Light as a butterfly's wings, his lips met mine, and then were gone. "Or this?" Pulling me closer, he kissed me with passion, and my senses leapt. Yes...this was part of what I'd wished for. But if I admitted it, he would only search for the rest of the wish. Pulling away slightly from me, he looked at my face, and smiled. He looked quite happy with himself, and the state he'd brought me to. And with just a kiss... "Yes, that was a part of my wish..." I told him. Now his smile had turned into a full-fledged grin. Pulling me tightly into his arms, he again kissed me, and I knew this time, it wouldn't stop there. As if reading my mind, he took my hand, and led me back inside. All our friends had left by this time, and the ballroom floor was empty. There were about six couples sitting at tables, conversing quietly. Leading me to the elevators, hand at my elbow, Mr. B was quiet, but wearing a smile. As we waited for the elevator, my mind wasn't on where I was...but on where I wanted to be. The elevator arrived empty, and as we stepped inside, he pushed the button for the third floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, he pulled me into his arms for a kiss that took us all the way to our floor. Walking down the long hallway, he stopped out my door and put the key in the lock. Looking me square in the eye, he said, "Do I stay...or go?" With no hesitation, I stepped forward, turned the key to open the door, and took his hand. Without saying a word, I led him inside and closed the door. Once inside, I locked it again, and turning, walked straight into his arms. A hand on each side of his face, I brought his lips to mine. With one arm around my upper shoulders he held me close as we kissed, with his other hand at my lower back, pulling my body close to his. To feel his body pressed close to mine was impossible for me to resist. This man had made me feel again...he'd awakened a need I had long ago put to sleep. Now this need screamed at me to be fulfilled. Lowering my hands to the front of his suit jacket, I slipped it from his shoulders. As soon as his hands were free of its sleeves, I could feel them warmly on my naked back. Unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling it lose from his belted waist, it too was slide from his shoulders. Running my hands down his chest, I took the hem of his tee shirt, and with his willing assistance, off it came too. I enjoyed the feel of his chest under my hands...and wanted more. As he continued to kiss me, I ran my thumbs over his nipples, and soon they were hard. Ending the kiss, I lowered my lips to his nipple, and flicked it with my tongue. Not one to play favorites, I left a trails of small kisses to his other nipple, nipping it between my teeth, and loving it with my tongue. I felt his response, and grew bolder with my explorations. Looking him in the eye, I reached for his belt buckle. He stopped me. Smiling, he told me I was over dressed, and put his hands to the back of my neck. With a simple tug, my dress dropped to my feet. The snap was all that was holding the dress on. As I felt the air touch my skin, I knew a moment of extreme embarrassment. It had been so long...and my body was no longer young. But this feeling only lasted a moment, before he said, "You're beautiful", and reached to caress my breast, intently watching my face. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the feelings he was provoking. I gasped as I felt his tongue at my breast, and my hands found their way into his hair. As he moved to my other breast, I could feel the fire start to surface as if just coming to life. I felt like my emotions were spiraling out of control, when my brain knocked, asking to be heard. A very persistent voice asked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" What took place next was a battle between emotions, and years of instilled morals. Emotions won...need won. Unbuckling his belt, then the button, I slowly lowered his zipper. Slipping my hands below his waistband from the back, I work his pants over his hips, kneeling to work them down his legs and off his feet. As I finished, I pressed a kiss to his inside thigh...His hands, now in my hair, tightened. Moving just the slightest amount, I tasted him, and enjoyed his reaction. "Ahhhhh..." came from him like air released from a balloon, and he moved gently as my lips surrounded him. Closing my eyes, I loved him in this fashion, enjoying how he verbally responded..."Oh YES..." "Ohhhh..." "Ahhhhhh...", as he kept pace with my mouth and tongue. My hands on each side of his hips, I controlled his movements, letting my lips and tongue do all the work. At first drawing him in slowly, lovingly, till I could feel his tenseness growing. Changing tactics, I sucked hard, moving my head quickly, enjoying him...enjoying his reaction. Removing my hand as I found it in my way, I was able to fully take him in...Mere moments later, I felt him jerk, and push hard into my mouth, still holding me by my hair. Now letting him control the speed and depth, he soared out of control, and I could feel his essence shoot into the back of my throat. Closing my lips more firmly around him, I swallowed, letting none escape. Pulling me to my feet, he led me to the bed, and I laid on my back, wondering what he had in mind. I was so hot, and so wet, I wanted him...needed him. I felt like a coiled up spring. As he stood at the end of the bed looking down at me smiling, I felt my face go hot, and closed my eyes. Then I felt his intimate kiss, and felt my body jackknife off the bed. Spreading my legs further apart, he flicked his tongue over my bud repeatedly, quicker and quicker, until he had me writhing on the bed. As he slid his tongue into my heat, my hand moved to his head. Such feelings swamped all thought...all I was capable of was feeling this intense pleasure as he stroked me, and loved me in this fashion. But soon, this just wasn't enough. I needed to feel him inside me...hot...and hard. Pulling back from me, he moved up my body kissing, licking, and stroking till I was in a frenzy. Then he moved to the head of the bed, and leaning over my face, palmed my heat. No longer resisting my own urges and needs, I took him again into my mouth, working my tongue in a circular motion. Gasping, he pushed into my mouth fully, at the same time slipping his fingers into me. Holding one of my ankles to hold me in place, he moved his hand inside me to the rhythm he moved in and out of my mouth with. My hands flat on the mattress pushed me into his hand hard, while I took him fully into my mouth, sucking hard each time he withdrew. Feeling him swell inside my mouth made me even hotter, and his hand just wasn't enough. As if reading my mind, he pulled himself slowly from my clinging lips, as if reluctant to do so, and lay beside me, his head towards my feet. "Come here..." he said, and rolled me on top of him. Pulling me up towards his face, he once again sunk his tongue into my heat. Holding him in my hand, I teased him, flicking my tongue over the top of his hardness quickly, taking him fully into my mouth as he rose off the bed and pushed. Feeling him start to blow, I stopped, and pulled away from him. Staying on my knees for a moment, I tried to catch my breath, only to once again have it stolen from me in surprise. Coming up behind me on the bed, he held me hips and very slowly entered me, and began moving, at first slowly, then with great thrusts that had me closing my eyes in delight. Meeting him thrust for thrust, I tilted myself for the fullest entry possible, hungry...greedy for it all. I could feel his passion building again, right along with mine. I was still hot, and very slick as he bent over my back to finger my clit. As I felt two fingers slide in, I tightened down as if to keep them there. I had never been loved doggie style, and I was enjoying it...very much. Just before he was to climax, he turned me over, and took my lips in a kiss of passion. Moving on top of me, he started kissing my breasts, and pulling on my nipples with his lips while flicking his tongue across them excitedly. As his hand cupped my heat, I let my legs open...then he was inside me, moving...hard, and fast, whipping me up past the clouds. Pulling his upper body a little away from mine, he quickened his pace, smiling into my eyes. With sweet perfection, waves of pleasure rolled over us... Exhausted, we lay together spoon fashion. Sleepy...wonderfully fulfilled, he kissed me, and we slept. Day Dreaming Based in truth - my ex and I spent many a playful evening. * I lean against the wall, ankles crossed and hands shoved deep in my jeans pockets. My short cropped auburn hair shines softly in the light as I take one hand and run it through the soft tresses. I've found of late that I need to fuck, but since I have no partner right now, I often end up just pacing the room day dreaming of fucking. Just these thoughts draw my nipples tight under the cotton of my t-shirt and with a soft laugh I run a palm over first one and then the other before shoving the hand back in my pocket. I wander across the room flinging off the jacket and popping my feet from my sandals until it's simply blue jeans and a t-shirt. I stop with my face to the wall and raise my arms up over my head and spread. I can feel the roughness prick at my nipples and I can't help but rub softly. In my mind I can feel him, laughing as I realize he doesn't even have a face in my mind, but I can feel him pressing against me. His hands lock on my wrists and pull my arms up tighter and I simply surrender and relax under his hands. I feel the bulge in his pants begin to grind against my ass and I resist the urge to grind back, instead I let him whisper softly of fucking in my ear as I feel him begin to relax his hold on me. As his breath tickles my neck I turn suddenly catching him by surprise as his hands pop loose from my wrists. I walk slowly away from him my brown eyes twinkling as I look from his face to his crotch and back to his face "Hard Darling?" He scowls at this unexpected turn but being who we are lends itself to spontaneity and I think I see one corner of his mouth twitch in a smile. I grasp the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head laughing as I hear him suck in his breath. No bra will do that to some men. He's one of them. He walks towards me but I scoot off to the side of him and walk behind the bar "Beer Darling?" I pull two local brews from the 'fridge and pop the cap off both holding one out to him. Since he isn't responding I simply set his beer on the counter and take a long draw from mine. Neither of us really drinks but some nights just call for one really cold beer and tonight is one. Drops bead and drip from the side of the bottle and as I tip it up yet again I feel one drop off and hang perfectly from the very tip of one nipple. I smile to myself knowing the picture this forms in his eyes and damn the fact that he doesn't have his camera. Reaching down I undo the button of my jeans and unzip them about half way showing the bright white of cotton panties. I've never been one for fancy under things and there is something about bright white against smooth stomach flesh that looks so clean and sexy. I sense rather than hear him come behind me and I whirl quickly before his hand reaches its target...the back of my neck. I dance away from him as he growls this tiny noise deep in his throat "No Darling. Not yet." I plop down in an over stuffed chair and dangle my legs over the arm. One last draw off my beer and it's empty. "Remember those rumors in school Darling? The ones of the sluts that would fuck with bottles?" I watch his eyes grow dark as I slide the bottle between my jean clad thighs. I raise my hips slowly as I lock eyes with him, rubbing myself shamelessly on the round hard glass. My other hand strays to a breast, cupping and gently squeezing it as I watch his hand move to his jeans. I break the eye contact with him and lean my head back and close my eyes, one hand still on my breast and the other holding the beer bottle firmly between my legs. "I don't think Darling this is what was meant but it does feel so good. Curved and Hard." I hump the bottle like a horny brat knowing that his cock is by now as hard as the bottle. I again sense movement and quickly hit the bottle against the wall holding the savage end up in the air in his direction. His smile is a dangerous one and the bulge in his jeans has reached the limits. My brown eyes darken as I hold the bottle in one hand and push my jeans off my hips with the other, my smile becoming dangerous as well. "Darling you have to wait" I hear that deep growl again and his only real answer is to open his jeans and draw out the hard velvet steel, one fist wrapping around it as tightly as my hand is wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle. Standing, I tug my jeans and panties to my ankles and step out of them as he watches. My look goes from eyes to cock and back to eyes. "Yes Darling you have to wait." Moving back to the chair this time I straddle the stuffed arm instead of sitting in the seat. My hips begin to move as I rock against the soft texture of the fabric. I have yet to remove my eyes from his again but I can hear his hand on his cock and so I know that he is paying attention. "Darling, I hope you don't mind that I'm getting the arm of your chair so wet, but I'm sure you understand." This is met with an explosive laugh from him and with that I turn so my spread legs expose my cunt to him. My fingers dance through my pubic hair as I hear that intake of breath again. I see him begin to take a step towards me and I again hold up the broken bottle and with that he stops. I miss the round hardness of the bottle between my legs but my fingers dance and seek through the wet folds. My hips rise in time to an unknown drum as I press and circle my clit. I can see that he's moving closer but this time I pretend I haven't noticed. I want to see his hand moving over his cock. I want to hear the sound of skin on skin. "Soon Darling Soon." It's crooned to him as his hips begin to thrust his cock through his fist and my hips jam up to my fingers. I still have the beer bottle wrapped tightly in my fist though it is less of a threat, as if it ever really was, now than before. He damns the day I cut off my long curls to this short crop I have now but as I look at him through lowered lashes I know that it just makes things more interesting. No more reaching a quick hand out during these hunts for each other to make me do anything by grabbing a fist of hair. Now it's a more even playing field. He's forgotten again why it is I strip on nights like tonight. It isn't only for the erotic value and he'll remember in just a moment. In one movement my hand that is clutching the beer bottle raises up and just before the jagged glass would touch him it's dropped. But my hand continues and is quickly wrapped in the front of his shirt. Yet again he's taken by surprise and I have little difficulty pulling him down onto the chair and rolling out from under him. I straddle his jean clad butt forcing him face down into the cushions. "Oh Darling look who's on top!" He mutters something I can't understand and I simply grind against the seam in the back of his jeans. My clit is so engorged that even this tiny bump in the fabric is enough. I whisper dirty talk in his ear as I hump his butt. I can see just a touch of a smile playing on the corner of his mouth............ © BJG Day Dreaming I met her at a club, she is chocolate skinned, slim with long legs. She has A cup breast with a small cute ass. She was with her friends. They were all wearing skimpy dresses that showed a lot of skin. But even with that my eyes was only for her. The way she was moving her body on the dance floor caught my attention when I entered the club. She knows how to dance, she knows how to move that body and control her movements. The way she used her hands to caress her body while she dances. Moving her hands from the top of her head, down her neck and glance past the side of her two pointed breasts, to her tummy which were bare because of the blue half top she was wearing and down to her thighs which were also bare because of the bumper shorts she was wearing. I stood near the bar sipping my drink looking at her. There is one thing I know about myself and that is I cannot dance. It's as if I was born with two left feet. But there is one thing I know about dancing, it's that dancing can be used to express what u are feeling and what u want at a particular time. And that's why I dropped my empty cup on the bar and moved across the dance floor towards her. When I got to her front, she noticed that I was standing there looking at her. Our eyes connected while she kept moving her body sensually. I stretched out my hand to her and she moved towards me and took it. I twirled her around and moved her body close to mine. She started moving her body on me. I moved my hand down her body to her silky chocolate thighs, caressing it while she moves her ass on me, trying to get a reaction out of me. I moved one of my hands up her body to caress her exposed tummy and up over one of her breast until I reached her neck. I held her neck and moved her head close to my mouth and started whispering sexy things into her ear about how sexy her body is, about how good she is at dancing and about how sexy and how beautiful she looks in what she is wearing, that she has made all the guys and even some girls drool over her that night. By this time I was hard as a rock and I knew she could feel me. That's when she started grinding her ass hard on me. I used my hand to bend her over so that her ass could shoot out more. I held her at the hips with both hands and started grinding my hard dick on her ass while she pushes back hard with her ass. I turned her over and immediately she raised one of her legs to my hips and started grinding herself on my hard dick again. I had a passing feeling that she wants me to cum because of the way she started moving faster with her face and body slick with sweat, but what took place was her own orgasm, which took her by surprise. While we were grinding against each other, with one leg wrapped around my waist and one of my hand holding her hips, I moved my other hand up her body to her breasts. By this time she was so turned on that her nipples were so hard that they were making dents through her half top. My finger flicked one of her nipples while moving my hand up her breast. The way she reacted made her start breathing faster and her body started shaking. When I saw her reaction, I couldn't help but to pinch that same nipple and that's when she came hard without expecting it on the dance floor. I could feel the heat and wettness coming from where she was grinding on me. Because of the way she was grinding on my dick harder and faster while she came, I too couldn't hold back and came spurt after spurt in my pants. We both came so hard that she was shrieking loud and I was grunting but the loud music drowned us out. After we finished cumin we held each other breathing hard. Her friends were looking at the both of us with awe in their eyes because they have been looking at us since when we started dancing. We kept breathing hard and looking into each other eyes. When I was about to speak to ask her name, that's when I felt a tap on my back, it was my friend asking me if I was alright and that's when I noticed that I was still standing at the bar with my drink in my hand and the girl was still across the dance floor dancing to the music. Day Dreaming and Thinking of You I love day-dreaming about you, so teasing and sexy. So it was no surprise the other morning as I lay alone in bed that a picture of you with your sexy eyes came to mind and a smile filled my face. I was lying on my back, my hands clasped behind my head, looking out the window as the sun was coming up. My daydream went from, "what was I going to do that day" to imagining you on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, teasing me to come fuck you. I felt my cock beginning to stir and wake up as my right hand lightly brushed over the flat spot of my abs on its way to the inside of my thigh. Almost fully erect by now, I slipped off my boxers as if to concede my loss of willpower. I lay there fully naked, one hand rubbing my balls while the other teasing the most sensitive part of my cock just below the head. Slowly, gently, my right hand began to encircle my fully engorged shaft. I began stroking softly, up and down... up and down. "Ummmmmmm..." it felt so good. Faster now, faster... "ohhhhhh, yessss." Oh my God... jacking off and thinking of your silky smooth pussy right in front of my face. And then, all of a sudden it wasn't my hand anymore... it was your hand. My eyes were closed, but I knew it was you lying beside me stroking my cock. Oh baby, your delicate little hand wrapped around my throbbing cock was like heaven. And oh, you know how to work it so good. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow... but always gentle, and always bringing me a little closer to losing total control. Then it was as if you read my mind and knew what I wanted next. Without letting go of my cock, you got up on your knees, straddled my chest with your ass in my face, and lowered you mouth to begin sucking on my rock hard shaft. Your warm, wet mouth took all of me in as you kept stroking me. Instinctively, my tongue reached for your wet pussy as you lowered yourself to my face. Ah, the scent of your nectar made me want to bury my face as deep as I could into your soft, hot, flesh. How turned on we both were! Sucking, licking, stroking, your wetness increasing and my precum beginning to show... we were both getting close. But no, it would not end like this. I pushed you off my face, you let go of my hardness. You turned around, placed both of your hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes with a determined, "I'm going to fuck you now" look. As your head fell back, your glazed-over eyes looked up to the ceiling, and you slowly lowered your tight, wet, warmth over my piercing, full erection. "Oh baby, you are so beautiful" I could hear myself say. "Oh yes... fuck me... fuck me now. Oh God, fuck me now!" We were both locked in a rhythmic sexual crescendo... building... increasing... faster and faster... your tight pussy working to extract my fluids... my shaft exciting your sensitive inner flesh. You were rocking and moaning, gripping me tighter... breathing harder. And then I felt it. It started deep down inside my gut. It spread to my thighs, my ass tightened as I heaved my hips into the air. "Oh baby, I'm cumming... I'm cumming now..." I reached out with my left hand as if to grab your breast... and I came so hard... my hot creamy load shot all over my left thigh... my stomach... my chest. I lay there for a while with my eyes closed still thinking of you. When I opened them I was alone, and I still had a smile on my face. Day Dreams How dare he? Does he think I just sit around pining for him? Well okay, I have to admit that most of my thoughts are of him, what he makes me feel, and what I want to feel again. But he hasn’t talked to me for weeks and now, bam, he is on the phone wanting a second chance. Or is this the 4th? I must say that the thought of his muscular arms braced above my head and him wearing nothing but that smirk that says “oh yeah, I know how to please you woman”, makes me wet in a heart beat. Damn, I miss those arms. Nothing feels the same once you have been cradled in those arms (whether hot fantastic knee melting sex has occurred or not). Then I get to thinking about that tight ass, clenching as he enters me over and over again. Shit, why did he have to call again? I thought I was well on my way of healing my heart and moving on. Well, okay, I am fooling myself. The last weekend we were to spend together, I had it all planned out. We were going to go out, have a nice time, and then head back for some mind boggling sex. The anal egg was just crying out to be inserted in my ass and cranked on high while he pounded my pussy. I could feel the vibrations from head to toe so I know he would have to get some mighty fine feelings from it being in me at the same time. I also so wanted to clean my juices off his face after he went down on me. Nothing tastes finer, well, okay, cleaning him up after he fucks me and while he cums tastes better. Then I was going to try to turn the tables on him at some point and insert it into him. Damn, but I bet with that vibrating on his prostrate, he would have shot to the moon, literally. Oh man, then there are the more risqué thoughts of him, me, and a sexy woman. Watching him get sucked off by her, he watching her eat me and then watching me get my first taste of pussy. Or maybe he and I both eating her out at the same time. Our tongues intermingling and tasting her juices at the same time, using both our fingers to massage her g-spot, him fucking me or her while the other one devoured pussy, and my all time, oh someday want to do it – him fucking me doggie style while me and her in a 69 and she eating my pussy and licking him while he pounds away. Then I go back to the thoughts of just him and me. We had talked about so many things that we wanted to do, and believe it or not, most do occur without sex being involved. Just that it’s been so long since I have had a good love session that I am horny as hell. I want to do the things, sexually of course, to him that we never got around to. I want to put him in a chair, do a little strip tease, and then mount him and ride him until we both scream in ecstasy. I want him to tie my hands above my head on the bed and have his way with me while I am helpless to do anything but feel. I want to tie him up and have my wicked way with him. I want food sex. Nothing sounds as delicious as licking chocolate syrup off his body or dipping a strawberry into his cum like whip cream. I want to finally get to have anal sex with him. His size is such that we have to work up to that and we never got there. I want to take a shower with him and rub my soapy hands all over his body while the water beats down on us and then I want to go down on him and suck him clean. Then I want to take the party to the bedroom where we lick each other dry. Damn, here I am sitting once again at home alone with horny thoughts of him. Well off to the vibrator I go to take the edge off and hopefully drift off into some peaceful dreams. These wet day dreams are making me nuts. All they succeed in doing is giving me more thoughts of what I want to do that man sexually the next time I get my hands on him. I still owe him for leaning over and placing his face in my crotch while I was driving one time. Course the short skirt and g-string gave him plenty of access…..oh; there I go again, detouring off into sexual thoughts once again. I really should stop rambling and go get some sleep……….. Day Dreams I don't know how much more I can take of this rejection. Job after job the answer is a resounding "no". Today had started out ok. Things are changing and I thought they were finally looking up. That was, until I took the trip to the mailbox. Inside the tiny box held two letters. One being car insurance and the other a note from the City. I was nervous but as soon as I touched it I wanted to cry. It was as if my body already knew. The world slowing down as I opened the letter. It unfolds before me, my eyes scan down the paper... and there it was "regret to inform you". My heart sank and I tried to catch my breath. Something I knew I was more than capable of doing and again they tell me to fuck off. Seems as if military members can only do minimum wage paying jobs. So much for giving a girl a chance. I make my way back in the house. Tending the girls. Giving them lunch and then putting them down for a nap, time seemed to blur together. I did all I could, not to cry in front of them. My spirit was completely crushed. How am I ever going to be able to provide for them if I can't get a job? I check on them to make sure they are sleeping and turn on the baby monitor. Closing my door and turning on some music I collapse on my bed and cry. Tears streaming down my cheeks, hope seemingly lost. Thoughts of suicide surface but I only shake them off. I have to be there for my girls. The tears and exhaustion taking a toll, my mind slips off to sleep. A calm darkness surrounds me. The fan in my girl's room can be heard over the baby monitor. Their steady breathing I know they are sleeping soundly. Slipping deeper into sleep I can hear my own breathing deepen. Lost now to exhaustion I never hear him enter. My blanket still wet with my tears, there is a pressure on the bed beside me. Strong arms reaching around and pulling me to his chest. I moan softly thinking I am still dreaming, enjoying the love and warmth in his arms. His hands trace down the side of my body. My eyes still closed I move closer to his touch. I can almost swear I see him smile as I cuddle closer to his warmth. As I move closer my eyes barely open. I can see his shirt, his scent clear to me as I turn and bury my face in his chest. "Ssshhh, my little one. I will always have you." His voice was soft and reassuring as he pulled me closer. Our chest close together I place a kiss on his heart and relax more under his touch. His hand slides gently under my shirt. His touch sending shivers through my body. My mind completely spent I just lay there and accept his touches. He traces up my side and grazes the side of my breast. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Yes, that's it relax." His warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers. His hand now tracing to my back, he finds the bra strap. With one hand he expertly releases its grasp as he slides his hand under the now loose strap. Slowly his hand makes it to my breast. My breathing now more alive as his finger barely traces over my nipple. Taking a deep sigh I feel his hand make its way to my other breast, loosening the bra more. How can I be so turned on when life is so wrong? Is there something wrong with me? His fingers trace the other nipple and I can't help but to moan. "Up." is all he says. My body moves immediately. Sitting up in bed, his hands tug the hem of my shirt and with one slow pull the shirt slowly reveals my body to him. My eyes never making it to his. I am his and always will be. He tosses the shirt to the side and smiles to me. Both of his hands now rest on my shoulders, pulling the straps down and revealing my chest completely to him. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as he inspects what is his. His fingers tracing gently over my skin, a shiver running throughout my entire being. Reaching up he caresses my cheek, closing my eyes once again enjoying his touch, I turn to kiss his palm. My love deep for him, my trust completely in him. I can feel him smile at my little gesture. His hand traces back into my hair, grasping it, then pulling me to his lips, he devours them deeply and passionately. Moaning softly in his kiss, my tongue dancing with his, my body leaning to his longing for more. He breaks the kiss and releases my hair. Placing his hand to my chest he signals for me to lie down. Reluctantly I obey, wanting more of his kisses. His clothes still on him, he straddles my body. His eyes peering down on me I can't help but to blush. His hands trace along my neck and down my chest. Leaning forward he kisses my neck passionately. I can't help but to moan, my body desiring him, wanting more, enjoying him. Slowly his kisses travel down my neck and to my chest. He pauses a moment only to place a single kiss on each nipple. He slides down my body kissing a trail down my stomach to my pants line. I bring my hands up to stop him and he looks at me, his eyes stern and convincing. I drop my hands to my sides and go quiet. He turns his attention back to my pants. His hands slowly unfastening them, savoring my small squirms as he slowly reveals my body. As more of my skin is revealed he places small kisses on me. Shivering again from excitement and anticipation, he lefts up on my hips and then pulls my pants slowly down my body. Once the pants are freed from my body he stands at the edge of the bed admiring my naked form. "Beautiful." He leans down and kisses my ankle; slowly he heads higher up my inner leg, opening me as he moves up. I no longer resist him, his kisses welcomed. He pauses just before my treasure. Then his tongue traces up the middle separating the lips slightly. Moaning softly I can only endure. He stands and pulls off his shirt placing it to the side, and then steps out of his shoes. I go to sit up, wanting to help him out of his pants, but he only points a finger at me and I lay back once again. A sly smile parts his lips as he slowly begins to undo his pants. I close my eyes, still shy about that part of his body. "Watch." He says tenderly. Reluctantly I open my eyes and watch. His pants parting as the zipper opens, slowly revealing skin beneath. I was shocked to see he had gone without his boxer briefs. I blushed as he slides them down to his ankles, his upper body covering him for a moment longer. As he stands he steps out of them and kicks them to the side. My heart is racing and I feel my cheeks go bright red when I see him standing naked before me. His erection apparent. I turn my head to look away. "No, look." I turn and look again. His strong member tall and erect, seemingly as hungry for me as I was for him. "This is what you do to me. Come here." At his command I sit up on the bed. He brings the tip to me and offers it to me. I kiss the tip lovingly and passionately. His pre-cum sweet on my lips. Slowly I take more of him in my mouth. My hunger growing. My tongue circling around his throbbing member, my passion over taking me as I take him deeper and deeper with each thrust. His body rocking with mine. His hand on the back of my head guiding me faster and faster. He abruptly stops. Pulling my head back roughly he leans down and kisses me aggressively. His hunger as deep as mine. Pushing me back on the bed he spreads me legs before him. Opening me completely to him. Moaning as he licks up my moistness, separating the lips. His tongue dives in deeply. I can't help but to buck under his tongues assault. His tongue exploring and taking me deeper and deeper. My moans growing louder. His mouth finds my engorged clit. He takes it in his mouth, sucking it, his teeth barely scraping over it. Pushing me closer and closer to orgasm, he stops. I want to cry out in frustration as he had pushed me so close. He crawls up on the bed and kneels between my legs. His hardness almost screaming for me. He takes his member in his hand and rubs it up and down the opening, the lips gladly opening for him. His tease pushing me closer and closer to edge, I long to feel him deep inside me. Taking me completely. "Please." I beg him. "Please what?" He asked innocently as he continued to tease. "Please take me. Please. I beg you." My body constantly pushing towards his, yet he remained just at the opening. With that he plunged all the way in, his hip pressing to mine. I gasp out in excitement and surprise as he fills me. Through whimpered moans I answer him. "Yes, yes please." Slowly he pulls out, I almost cry, this teasing so much on an already battered body. Then to my ultimate surprise he plunges deep in me again. My body arches up to him, wanting to take all it can. My moans growing as he begins to take me faster and faster. Each stroke taking me deeply. My body trembling beneath him. "Cum with me." He growls in my ear, my body responding almost immediately as it squeezes his member. His groans matching mine, as my body is overcome with an orgasm. He takes me harder and harder and I feel him release in me. Our breathing erratic as we slowly come down. My eyes tightly closed as he leans forward and holds me. Our bodies truly spent. I don't know how long he stayed in me but I soon dozed off. I woke up to the sound of my kids stirring over the baby monitor. I sit up and stretch, feeling better but tired. I look down at my body and see I am fully clothed. There was no sign of him ever being there. I sit there for a moment wondering if it was a daydream. Getting up from the bed my hand goes to open my bedroom door and I see something I know I didn't do. There was my bra hanging on the doorknob. Day Dreams About Nice Things ... ...in the middle of the afternoon.... hehehe, well this afternoon I was laying on my bed and thinking about you. I was wearing a nice pale blue set that I can hardly wait to show you. Some perfume and a big smile completed the outfit. I was just laying there playing with my nipples, hm they were so hard and sensitive. I was dreaming that your mouth and hands were teasing them, licking and sucking, squeezing hmmmmmmm Then my hands started to move up to my neck and face, my fingers tracing out the path your lips took. Tracing my neck and tender throat, kisses up the side to my temple, your tongue tracing my ear. Then they started moving down, my neck, shoulders, to my soft tummy. My belly button was missing the feel of your tongue. My ticklish ribs and hip bone area were wiggling away from the thought of your fingers. Lower, still lower, until my fingers were tracing out the path of the lace on the top of my panties. So pink and smooth, like some of the other treasures awaiting your touch. First I just caressed myself through the lace, feeling the heat and the wetness that was already there. Gently tugging on the fabric causing it to ride up dividing my lips . The friction was just a cruel tease. By this point in time I could smell my own arousal, hot, sticky, sweet..... did I dare to touch myself just enough to taste the nectar? hmmmmmmm so soft, so sweet. Then my fingers gently moved aside the edge of the leg of my panties just enough to slid in the head of my favourite toy. As I slid the toy up and down the folds of my wet pussy, I pictured you laying beside me teasing me with your hand on my toy, sliding it in me. I gushed with increasing juices. Finally my favourite toy was nestled in my wet folds and my finger slowly turns the power on.... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh I love that sound.... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ............ ohhhhhhhhhh As I slowly start to move the toy around, my muscles are clenching and grabbing at it. Wishing it was your tongue or finger I was pulling at. Slowly I turn the vibrations up a bit higher, just slowly though I do not want to climax to quickly. Several minor tremors have already rocked my body, each small orgasm a wonder in its elf but.. I know the big one is worth waiting for. As my hips start to move, more and more with the pulsing sensations, my other hand is still traveling around my body, pulling or pinching at my nipples, running around the contours of my mouth. My finger, slick with my own juics slides into my mouth giving me something to satisfy the over whelming urge to suck. I wish my finger was your sweet cock, all slick with your precum.....hmmmmmmmmmm... I run my tongue around the first knuckle, pretending it is the head, teasing you, sucking on you. Then I slide my entire finger deep into my mouth pretending that I am taking all of you in, deep. By now the need to cum is overwhelming, my hips are moving, my muscles are clutching and pulling on my toy. The towel under my bum is wet from my juices. Then I pull out the secret weapon. My thumper. I place it on my pelvic bone. I slow down the pace of my hand, slowing the speed of the vibrations to almost nothing and I take a deep breath. The toy has elbow joints in it that allow me to shape it any way I wish. The "J" shape allows me to press against and stroke my G spot. I hold it still, pressing up against that magic spot, I slowly turn on the thumper, the vibrations go through my pelvic bone. My breath catches in my throat as I wonder what this would feel like if you were deep inside me. What would these deep vibrations feel like against your cock while it is buried deep in side of me? Slowly increasing the thumpers power as I resume the strokes with the toy, I can feel the beginnings of bubbles starting to form in the bottom of my stomach. I arch my back into the motions. My breath catches......the powerful thumping vibration has caused me to start that race down the road to pleasure so difficult to describe......... My heart is pounding, my muscles straining for release I allow the small orgasms to just race by, I know something truly amazing is coming. I picture your face above mine, your mouth on mine, your hands holding my wrists down on the bed as you thrust into me harder and faster and then........ that moment of balance, teetering on the edge and then..... oh my god................... "Oh God!!" I gasp as I fall over the edge...... my muscles grasping and fluttering around your cock, my juices gushing out around you, soaking the towel under my hips........ Your teeth dig into my exposed throat as you too gasp and explode deep inside me..... oh...............but it was just a fantasy. I am alone on my bed, soaked, smiling and thinking of ways to please you. hope this little note does your naughty girl Day Dreams at Night DAYDREAMS Was my adventure a dream or reality...... Have you ever had a fantasy about 2 women you work with? This is my story of how my fantasy became reality. I love to watch. I love to watch woman I know personally, it is so erotic to me. I have this fantasy about one of my coworkers. Her name is Theo. The is about 5'10" and weights maybe 130lbs. She has, shoulder length blonde hair with amazing sexy blue eyes. She grew-up as a tomboy, on a farm, so she isn't no weakling. Her body has amazing muscle tone. Her eyes, are a perfect example of "bedroom eyes." Theo is a cock-tease and is very good at it. She has had my cock, at her mercy, several times. One day I decided to follow her home, and to see if I could catch her at something, incriminating that I could blackmail Her with. I planned on a Friday night, after work. It was a very rainy-windy night, which was in my favor. Theo pulled into her driveway, and walked into her small house, where she lived alone. I had given her 30 minutes to get settled in for the night, before I crept up, to the living room window. Her house was surrounded by 6 foot tall shrubs. One day during a conversation, she mentioned that she didn't have to close her curtains, to walk around, do housework in the nude. because of these bushes. Theo flashed me that look of, "wouldn't you love to watch me naked!" I thought, "hell, did she just give me the green light to watch her sometime?" My brain said no, but the one I think with, said HELL YEAH!!!!! I was sneaking up to her living room window, and started to look in, when I heard Theo talking to someone in another room. I couldn't hear another voice, so I assumed she was on the phone. I then crept up to her bedroom window, she was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing a blue satin teddy. She was facing towards the mirror, I could see her perfectly from the reflection. Her small, but perky tits were stretching out the fabric. I forgot to watch where I was stepping, and stepped on a branch. Under my breathe, I thanked the powers to be, for the rain. I had ducked down, just in the nick of time, because I had caught a glimpse of her turning toward the window. I could hear her voice growing louder, and closer. My heart was racing, thoughts of getting busted, and Theo kicking my ass, swam in my head. Theo was talking with another woman from work, her name was Val. Val was a very sexy, attractive 25 year old. She was another blonde blue-eyed babe. She reminded me of "the inexperienced girl next door." Val has an amazing set of tits. The bra's she wore, were athletic type, enough to cover her up. When she walked, her tits bounced around, and she had hard nipples ALL THE TIME! Theo had made plans with Val for that night. She was to stop and watch a movie, and to catch up on the work gossip. Now what to do, I asked myself. Should I wait until Val arrived, or should I keep on watching Theo? I decided to (what every hot-blooded, horny man, would do) continue watching Theo. Theo sat down on the edge of her bed, sitting in front of her mirror, with a pair of scissors. I watched her trim her bush, when she would go to brush off the excess, I could hear her take a deep breath, and let out little moans, as she used her open hand to rub up and down her womanhood, I could tell that Theo was getting very hot. It starts to rain harder, with huge rain drops. I consider going home, but I stick it out. After several minutes of me daydreaming of Theo, in different scenarios, a car pulls up, and Val slides out. I watched her walk into Theo.'s house I noticed that for the crummy kind of night, Val was skimpily dressed in over sized sweat pants, and a white, tight fitting tanktop. I cant believe my eyes, as Val is lazily walking towards Theo.'s front door, I can see the outline of Val's, breasts, and I can also see the size, shape of her aeriolas...THANK GOD for rain and wet, white T-shirts, I mumble to myself. My Dick bounced in my jeans, and sprung to life. That's all I had seen, before she went in. My heart and Dick was pounding...my imagination was running at its max. I was having flashes of watching Theo and Val embrace each other in some hot lesbian love. My luck was getting better by the minute. I hurried back to where I had the best view of the living room, when I got there, Theo and Val had just sat down on the couch. I could see them talking back and forth, I was beginning to think, that this was going to be a boring coworker visit, when Theo got up from the couch, and walked behind Val, and had started to massage Val's shoulders. Val immediately went limp. I could her Val sighing. Theo walked into her kitchen, and came back out with a big bottle of ice water. Val looked to be falling asleep, and Theo (I swear I seen the lil' devil horns grow from her forehead) gets this, daring, bold, look on her face. With an evil grin, Theo trickles some of the ice water on Val's neck, and head, and Theo giggling, says "Heyyy you cant be nodding off on me, damn it!" Shocked, mouth wide-open from the rush of the ice water, Val jumps up, with her bosom bouncing briskly, in every direction, yells, "WHAT THE HELL!!??!! that water is freaking' ice cold, Theo!" Val is obviously stunned, and upset by the cold water. With Theo.'s satin bathrobe, dancing in the breeze, with a daring smile, Theo bubbly replies, "I just wanted to see what would jump-up first, you or your nipples!" Theo licks her lips, and gingerly bites down on her bottom lip, anxiously awaiting her straightforward statement. I could tell, with the expression on Theo.'s face, she was boldly going where she never went before. Would Val bite on the bait, Theo was teasing her with? My levis were soaked clear thru, and the friction my erect tool was creating, was too much. I hungrily unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my boxers, exposing my throbbing, man meat. IM an average man, rock hard penis pops up to stand at 6 inches, but tonight, I am proudly stroking 9 inches. I take the palm of my hand, and run it across the bushes, to gather some of the rain water, I slap my wet hand against my throbbing muscle, and slowly slide it up and down. Val has this stunned, confused look, trying to brush off the standing water from her top, and again, Theo soaks Val's chest, with the icy liquid. Now, Val has this, strange, but arousing feeling come over her. She is embarrassed, because she covers her breasts, which are now in full view, despite her top still on. Theo, squirts another volley of water, this time hitting Val in the face, with an apologetic manner, Theo says, "awwwww honey, IM sorry, IM just playing, here let me help!" With that being said, Theo reaches to wipe off the dripping water, and takes her index finger, and drags it down, between Val's eager boobs. Hooking the top of Val's top. Theo pulls down hard, ripping the fabric. "Oops, Did I do that?" Theo coos playfully and squeezes out more water, that hits Val's bare chest, and streams down, between her lovely tits. Her pale skin is glistening, so soft, and so inviting. I start stoking my monster, faster, thinking to myself, cmon Theo, do it, rip her top off, suck on her tits. Val is RED in the face, bewildered at Theo.'s actions. She would have never guessed, that Theo was this way. "THEO! Val stammers, What are you t-t-trying to do?" Theo, winking, leans in, and whispers into Val's ear, "I am trying to get you turned on, and naked!" Val's body is starting to give into Theo.'s advances, she starts to shake, making her prime tits, jiggle. Val, takes in a deep breathe, and says, "Damn, are you trying to seduce me, Theo? You know, I am a happily married woman" Theo.'s reply was, "yes, and of course, but, haven't you ever had a fantasy about being with another woman?" Val, gathering her senses, stumbles over her words, and can only utter out... "Theo, Take me, show me your fantasy" Theo stands up, and lets her satin teddy seductively slide off her shoulders. Theo then grabs both of her breasts, messaging them, then pulling and twisting at her hard, suckable nipples, and motions for Val to lay back on the couch. Theo, with both hands, vigorously, finishes tearing Val's top off, making Val jump. Theo leans over Val, and gently lets the tips of her tits, touch Val's. Val nervously reacts, and shimmers with erotic excitement. Theo is moaning softly, with a seductive grin, says to Val, "Wasn't expecting this tonight huh?" Val, hesitantly, replies, "God no!" Theo laughs, and remarks, "close your eyes, and relax" Val complies, with Theo.'s request. Theo leans down farther, and gently, softly, kisses Val's ever-so-hard nipple. Val instantly has goosebumps,as an electric feeling washes over her. Val says, "Oh myyyyyy Theo!! that feels sooooooooo good!!!" Theo replies, "good, how does this feel?" and runs her hand down Val's waist, over her sweats, and between Val's heated up crotch. Val rolls her head back, moaning, and reaches up to touch Theos 1 inch long nipples. At the touch, Theo moans approvingly, and helps Val rub her own breasts. Theo, goes out of character, with aggression, slaps Val's hands down, and bites Val's left nipple, hard, making Val scream in pain. Val, painfully asks, "OUCH!! Not so hard!" Theo just looks at her, and says "Just be quiet and let me, do what I want, my little slut!" With that said, Theo stands, clenching both her hands around the waistband of Val's sweats, and yanks them down in 1 swoop. Theo leans down, and sticks her nose into Val's moist panties, and sucks in Val's odor. "mmmmmmmmm, says Theo, I see my little slut is getting wet, then she fastens her hands on Val's pretty panties, and pulls them down, then off. Val gasps at the force of Theo.'s actions. Val is starting to shake, wondering what Theo is going to do to her. Cautiously, Val murmurs, "Theo are you gonna hurt me, cuz if you are, IM outta here!" Theo didn't take Val's words to seriously. "ohhh baby, don't you worry, IM not gonna hurt you, she chuckles, too bad." Now, Theo has Val on her back, on the couch. Thank the gods, I say to myself, that the couch is positioned just right for my viewing pleasure. The outside of the window, fogs up from my heavy breathing. If IM not careful, IM gonna get busted. Theo, straddles Val's, torso with her long slim legs. As she starts to caress Val's globes. I keep telling myself, damn it Theo just start sucking them nips, oh god, they want your attention so bad. As if Theo heard me, she bent down and started to nurse on Val's pink tit's. Val is starting to relax, getting into the swing of things, as she slowly, softly glides her fingertips up and down Theo.'s sides, and out lines the shape of Theo.'s pert tits. Theo suggests that they move outside, to her patio, that is safely guarded by 8 ft walls of plywood, and thick bushes. I almost pass-out. My mouth drops open, and all I could think, was shows over. There's no peeping the patio! DAMN IT!!! Maybe Val will say no. I cross my fingers, hold my breath. Val says sure babe, whatever you want. They both get up, arm in arm, and walk out the sliding glass door. Screw it, I say. IM gonna climb them bushes, and look down on them. hehehe where there's a will, and 2 gorgeous, naked hot women, there's a way...... to be continued......