0 comments/ 13861 views/ 1 favorites The Fantasy Ch. 01 By: gr8_4play The story tells of a “fantasy” adventure of passion and romance which is planned in three parts... The Meeting, The Rendevous, and The Island. The Flight The engines of the airlines jets screamed and Richard Hart felt that sick feeling in his stomach as United Flight 793 begins it lumbering initiation toward take off. The heaviness of the forward momentum pressed him back into his seat and as on each of the several fights he took each year he remembered that the two most dangerous elements of fight were the first two minutes at takeoff and the last two minutes at landing... and he held his breath and swallowed hard to clear his ears even though the wheels had not yet left the runway. The speed and the bumpiness of the runway were unnerving and suddenly the plane rotate and with a bounce, he knew he was airborne! Quietly he remembered his mantra... breath and swallow... and on this flight he added a third... remember where I am going... and why! Jocelyn Haynes. As though the name was a tranquilizer in itself... or perhaps a stimulant that supplanted all of his other senses and gave him focus on the moment. His flight from DFW to Atlanta would be just over an hour... an hour of waiting... and wondering of reactions. Would she be there? Would she be so nervous that she would change her mind at the last moment? Perhaps as she kissed her husband that morning, he had caved in on the idea and confessed and begged his forgiveness for the crazy insanity that they had been infected with for the last few months. The Meeting Richard remembered his first sight of Jocelyn in the management training seminar... a creative idea session to challenge stale sales managers to “think out side of the box.” What he remembered as he gathered at the table with those who had been assigned from representatives from other companies was the young woman with the most gorgeous smile and the pales blue grey eyes he had ever seen... they were the color of pools of deep water and he was lost in them immediately. She smiled and welcomed him to the five other members of the group which was to be their work team. She accommodate her space for him to join the group next to her and for the rest of the day, he was happy to be there. She was sharp and inventive and a wonderful sense of humor. She could be assertive, but was very conscious of the opinions of the group... and very quickly formed a collaborative relationship looking for feedback on opinions and ideas between them. She looked beautiful... polished giving evidence of pride in her appearance, but no shallow “glitziness”. She wore a business pantsuit which complimented her figure and accented her rear well. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and seemed to enjoy the confusion of a strong hint of cleavage... catching us looking and smiling with a wicked wink... not a “come and take me” look, but a “I caught you looking” look and ‘I like to make you blush’ look. At lunch, the four others of the team headed off with their box lunches provided so that we didn’t spend the day looking for places to avoid the meeting... and Jocelyn and I just moved the work back and sat eating our lunches and talking... discovering that we had a lot in common and that we both seemed to enjoy our company. She was 25 years my junior, but other than the dismissal of attraction (she would never pay serious attention to an older man)... we connected and their was a growing bond developing in the training. At the end of the first day’s training, some shouted... “Who’s up for drinks” and Jocelyn look at me was a question mark. I shook my head and said... “I’m up for a walk... gotta clear these cobwebs out” As I rose from the chair, I notice she hadn’t immediately pursued the crowd to the pub and I asked, “Care to join me on a stroll around the facilities?” “Sure” came the answer with that flash of smile and the twinkle of her eyes. The conference enter was on a mid-western university campus and our accommodations were a section of dorms converted to guests such as we were. We strolled the campus watching the undergraduates and talking about college, life... and relationships... and found we both were handling challenging situations at home... another point of commonality. We walked and talked... and stopped to sit on the park bench and the conversation stopped having a point and began to exist just for the sheer pleasantness of having something that gave us more reason to spend time together. Supper was the most delightful excursion into the student union with the most inedible food in plastic containers but we could hardly eat because of the laughter... the atmosphere was relaxed and it felt as though we were just another two students... however older and better dressed than the rest of the crowd who dropped in their quarters and ate the egg salad sandwiches in the plastic boxes dispensed by a machine that looked something more like a hold over from the 50's with its gleaming cylinders of food servers. It was like a magic time machine and we had escaped the responsibilities and accountabilities of real life for a moment. As darkness shadowed the campus we walked around the duck pond... and the tone had changed... we walked close beside and she never hesitated when occasional I would steady her walking with a hand to the small of her back. We stopped at the rail and in the coolness of the evening I felt her seek the warmth of my presence. My mind was wheeling... wondering what she meant by her closeness and uncertain that it meant anything at all. Wanting to continue the warmth and put my arm around her, but not sure if that was inappropriate and forward. I asked if she were cold and she said “Yes” and I drew her in and we both leaned against the rail with my arms outside of hers touching... and smelling her hair... and becoming intoxicated with the scent of a woman so close. My cheek moved near her ear as I whispered to her, talking of the ducks on the pond and speculating over which of the student couples might be lovers. My hormones moved into overdrive.... being so close to her... but not knowing if she was just being polite to a nice older man... or perhaps anything more. I became quiet in trying to figure exactly where I stood... and she noticed and seemed uncomfortable. I finally said, “Can I walk you back to your room?” and with a sweet dreamy smile she said “Yes.” She let me hold her hand back to her room and at the door she stopped and ask... “I had the feeling you were trying to ask a question at the pond?” I blushed and said “I don’t know if it was question or the resolution of a dilemma?” “Oh really?” she replied, “tell me your dilemma?” I started and stopped and stammered... and then took a deep breath... “Well... it’s this way... I was weighing actions which one the one hand might potentially create problems in a great new friendship... over against wondering that if I didn’t, would I ever forgive myself for not pursuing it.” She smiled with a blush... “Well? Did you decided?” With my voice trembling I said, “not really...” And she smiled sweetly and said... “Isn’t it nice we have two more days for you to work on resolving your problem?” In a moment I found the nerve to say... “One thing I would like to ask?” “Yes?” she said drawing herself in and steeling for the potential of an unwelcome question. I asked with a nervous cough... “My I kiss you goodnight?” and we both laughed at the remembrances of first teenaged kisses. She didn’t answer, but smiled and moved forward with a look of invitation on her face. I leaned forward... trying to not stick my lounge in her mouth and her lips met mine with a peck that was more akin to just having kissed Aunt Martha than a.... a what? A girlfriend? Hardly appropriate for no more than the brief moments we had shared... a friend... a lover... and I dared not even allow myself that thought and hope to remain in an semblance of control. We paused for a moment frozen in place and she whispered the line from the Jack Nicholson movie... “I think I can do that better if we try again” and our lips met in warm delight... no tongue but a kiss that felt as though the very breath of my life was being sucked away from my lungs. I looked warily at her face to judge her reaction... and there was that beaming smile and softly whispered... “I’ll see you in the morning!” I walked back to my room torn between the euphoria of “puppy love” and the realization that I had been married to one woman for twenty-eight years with two grown children. I finally convinced myself that she was a very nice young woman who was sympathetic to an older man... and if I didn’t want to embarrass myself, I had better keep the reigns on my libido. Next Day I walked into the conference room not knowing exactly what I might find... only to be greeted by a dazzling smile and those blue eyes giving me their whole attention. “Did you sleep well?” with a wink she asked... “Had trouble with dreams last night... hard to tell reality from dreams.” “Oh,” she said, “couldn’t tell if you had been kissed or just dreamed you had?” Then in a softer voice... “I had the same problem too” and she winked and giggled. In one bold moment I found the words to ask, “Were they dreams?..... or fantasies?” and she blushed and gave me a screwed up face to know that I’d been put in my place... but with a wink to know that it was a gentle rebuke. The day when fast with agonizing moments. We worked together but it was so easy to just touch her arm as we talked or her shoulder as we leaned over the table to plan strategy. I was concerned that we didn’t disrupt the “decorum” of the group by coupling up... but at the end of the day I wanted to hold her. When the call for drinks came from the others as quitting time, I asked, “What about somewhere quiet for a nice supper... don’t think I should serve you egg salad again tonight?” She laughed and with it there came a relaxing of the rigidness that had held us all day and we went shopping for a restaurant... one with a quiet atmosphere and private booths. We sat holding hands and talking in whispers and not being as hunger as we though we would be... not at least for what was on the table. Toward the end of the meal I knew we needed to talk... and I ask, “Do we need to talk about the kiss?” Her eyes looked down and for a long moment there was silence... and quietly she said, “I know you’re married... and I am all but... a six year engagement and living together pretty much qualifies.” Quietly I replied, “I know.” She frankly said, “I don’t know what I feel... I liked the kiss... and I like you... I’m not shopping for a new romance in my life or an end to the existing one... what about you?” I took a deep breath and said, “I know how you feel... I know it’s crazy and to see this as something more that it is probably foolish. I have roots that I don’t want to pull up from... but” with a long sigh and a pause, “my heart is beating like a teenager, my mouth is dry... and the most exciting experience in the last 20 years is I hope happening to me... I though about you all of last night and I can’t keep my hands from wanting to touch you today... you have infected me and part of me would go crazy if all that we shared was just that kiss!” Jocelyn said in a pointed breathless voice, “What do you want to do Richard?” I closed my eyes and tried to breathe... wanting to answer with all of the passion it was feeling, but scared of frightening her with the bluntness. “Richard, you can tell me” she whispered. “Jocelyn, I want to be with you” I stammered. A long pause followed and the tension mounted... it was obvious that she was struggling with her answer as I had with my question. “Richard... what do you mean?” I blinked my eyes not wanting to look at her for a moment and with my voice horse with the passion that was building I growled... “Jocelyn, you know what I mean.” “Richard, I need you to tell me... to say it... I’m not good at guessing what people want... it’s OK... but I need to hear what you want” I was so close to the edge emotionally that I was afraid I would start crying... I took a deep breath... and without looking at her, knowing that if I did I could never complete my thought, I said, “Jocelyn, want us to go back to your room and make love sweetheart.” There was a long silence... I wasn’t sure if she would slap me or just walk out quietly... but a hand on my arm signaled her announcement... I look at her and with a trembling smile she said... “I may be crazy for this... and I may be terrible at this, but, Richard, I’d like that too!” Her Room Inside her room there was awkwardness for a moment... until I just took her shoulders and said... “let’s go slow... can we kiss?” She melted into my arms... relaxed that there was now something to do and that it was OK to just let it happen at it’s own pace. The kiss was gentle... but with a growing intensity. I don’t know if it was a kiss... many kisses.... or one blurred evolving kiss that took on a life of its own. A kiss that never stopped for breathes or posture... a kiss that was like a fire that started small and then consumed all in it’s reach. I don’t know when the first tongue... or who’s tongue... got involved first, but the kiss moved from the lips to a dance of tongues... sometimes playful... sometimes choreographed... and sometimes like an invading army. At some point she captured my tongue in the roundness of her mouth and she began a back and forth movement and for all the world all I could think of was that she was giving my tongue “head”... and her tongue in turn began to discover me and began a “thrusting” action into my mouth and the erotic action was so like fucking that I found myself as hard as a rock mimicking against her hips what was happening in my mouth. Our hands were all but disconnected from the rest of our bodies... feeling hers on my back and mine on hers... from the shoulder blades and the fatness of her breasts under her arms to the flair of the small of her back to soft swell of her butt. My hand moved between us to feel the swell of her breasts. They had been pressed into my chest... a delightful mixture of hardness and softness... but delightful in that she was pressing herself against me and surely she knew the effect it was having on me. I cupped her breast and felt with my thumb the bud of the nipple under her clothing... and she was still so hungry for my mouth... I just explored and swirled my tongue and feeling her mouth affirm the impact of each new attention by my hand on her breast. I moved up my hand to her buttons and began to struggle with them... and she stopped! I thought perhaps I had gone to far, but she smiled and said, “let me do those” and I watched as she removed her jacket and then slowly... knowing how sexy she was going... unbuttoned her blouse and pulling it free over her shoulders. She came back again and the warm intoxicating feel and taste and smell of her skin was incredible... her hole body seemed to have an almost electrical sock to touch it. I pulled her close and unsnapped her bra and then just let my hands massage her back without encumbrance. Kneading the muscles of her back and feeling her relax into my arms. Her arms dropped down to her sides and her bra slipped forward and with a little wiggle landed on the floor. She reached up and put her arms on my shoulders and pulled us close so her nipples could press into my chest. I wanted to feel the softness of her breasts. .. and the hardness of her nipples crested on them... against me. I moved to shed my jacket, loosen the tie and remove it and begin to unbutton my shift. “Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... let me do that” she said, “I love to help a man unclothe” she said with a wink. And she did it skillfully... first my shirt and then my undershirt was pulled away from me. Without a word of coordination, we both stepped back a moment to just look at each other. “How do you feel about an older man?” was asked almost simultaneously as “How do you feel about a younger woman?”... and we broke out into nervous laughter. “Oh, I love your firm breasts... who wouldn’t want to be wanted by someone with such vitality and life in them” I said. “I love the way you have treated me for the last two days... so tender and considerate... like a woman... you make me feel special... cherished” she said. “You are someone to be cherished” I said, “Someone who should have the very best... and someone who can be your equal!” “My equal... I’ve never wanted someone to be my equal... nor for me to be theirs. I’ve wanted mentors and encouragers, friends and lovers. I find in you something special that I like... and it’s not equality... you treat me special and I love that! Most guys my age are basically wanting to “use” me... to take care of them or their needs..” “Sweetie... don’t become so sure that I’m above flaws... remember I want you... and that may be to “use” you.” “Giving as you are getting isn’t “using”... it’s called loving!” “Then I want to “love” you.... I want to get and to give... to make your life wonderful for these few moments... “ And we both knew the implications of that next beyond without it being said... there would be decisions made, but for the moment the only decision made without ever being spoken was that we were going to be using/loving one another with mutual consent and determination. First Time She stepped back and looked into my eyes... and I wondered if she had changed her mind. There was a nervous look in her eyes and she finally took a deep breath and moved her hands behind her and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper as she unzipped her pants. Slowly she her hands down beside her legs and with the flat of her hands she pulled her pants down slowly. As her pants slid down below her waist revealing the top of her panties. Just before her pants slid down below her womanhood... she stopped and swallowed... and said... “Your turn!” Trying to be as intentionally as seductive as she had been out of her nervous tension, I unhooked my belt, unsnapped my pants and began to slide the zipper down... and then without anticipation... my pants fell around my ankles. I had forgotten that the weight of the keys and billfold and made it impossible for me to mimic her seduction... and to my embarrassment I looked down to see my pants crumpled at my feet with white briefs and my erection being obvious! I could think of nothing more romantic than looking at her and saying... “Oops!” She laughed... hands covering her face trying to hide her laughter... her breasts shaking and her pants dropping down to her knees... and I laughed to! Looking at both of us... it broke the ice. We were so uncertain as to how to be seductive and trying so hard to be sexy, and now we both just reached out and hugged and laughed together. I kicked my pants off and sat her down on the edge of the bed. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my socks and then moved to her... pulling her pants off... and her panties and looked with awesome amazement. She was shaved and bare... an awesome view. I looked at her face and her eyes glazed as she moved up the bed to make room as she spread her legs for me. I moved up... wondering just what I should do. I would have loved to touch her and feel her wetness... or to have discovered the feel of her with my tongue, but she reached out and pulled me to her face... to her waiting lips and a kiss that enveloped me. Her hips became a comfortable saddle and I felt her wetness against my erection... moving against me, urging me, evading me. I could only manage to break the kiss long enough to mouth one word... “Now?” She reached between us and guided me into herself... and I was engulfed... by both of her lips. I could hardly breath as I felt myself beginning the entrance... just a bit... and a bit more. The clearest remembrance of that moment was the enormous heat from her core as she enveloped me. The thrusting became primal. I looked into her eyes but could find no words... the soft moaning became more vocal and it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. I looked and wanted to explain that what I wanted most was to please her, to pleasure her... but she looked with fixed eyes and I heard a mantra coming from deep in her throat. As it increased in volume and tempo, it finally registered... and it drove the beat of our hips.... “do it, do it, do it... “ And I did... we did... and somewhere in the madness of that moment we both convulsed... her stomach heaving and curling her into a fetal position with me still in her... and me exploding in that convulsing cavern... leaving me deep in her depths. The Fantasy Ch. 01 The shudders passed deeply through us both and for a moment my eyes clasped tightly as the whole center of my being passed from me into her... and in that moment as my sanity returned I looked into her eyes and there was a moment when her eyes were fixed and the brightness that was so her was gone... and then she blinked... and I knew that I had touched her at the core of her being. I collapsed on her... careful to move my weight down... with my head resting on her pelvis. It was quite intoxicating... sucking air into my lungs to fight the urge to pass our... and the soft bare skin of her lower abdomen proving a cushion for my head. The sweaty skins and the overwhelming scent of sex from her womanhood made it hard to just totally relax. In a moment... the gasping for breath subsided and my face fell against the smooth skin of her lower stomach, I found the scent that brought me back to my senses. The aroma of a freshly “fucked” woman... and as I kissed her, I was drawn to seek the center crevice of her being. I wasn’t sure how she would take that attention... so freshly sated from the attention of our love making... but with each kiss came a tingling and a moaning... and a schootching of her hips to make the more available. When my tongue began to explore her mons, there was a wriggling of the hips trying to find just the exact spot that felt “just right.” with patient persistence I found that the track to led to the upper vee of her cleft was the one that brought the best results. A lick that sliced her cleft took her breath away... and with my tongue extended to the max I discovered that I could touch her from the very tops of her cleft to very back where the mixing of the juices and the holes because hard to differentiate. Long slow licks at full length of my tongue opened the flower of her womanhood and the swirling circular exploration of my tongue further opened her even further. Her legs parted and her feet cupped her hips to make that look the part of a butterfly ready for flight... and with each lick, she seemed more and more ready for flight and her legs began to flail as she discovered the enjoyment of being pleasured without anything to do but just endure and enjoy it. I lick slowly... and quickly. I flattened my tongue for maximum contact and drew it as closely into a spear to penetrate her as deeply as was humanly possible for me. I flicked the throbbing protrusion of her clit and let my tongue treated it like tiny “punching bag” whipping it as skillfully as the two hand of a fighter practicing for a big fight. She moved her hips to bring all of her sensitive parts into contact with my tongue and my chin... but I knew we had found heaven when her hand reached down and took two hands full of my hair and held me like the reins of a horse to “ride” me to another gut-wrenching orgasm. The first with like a great spasm that pulled her head and her knees together... like a giant charlie horse. But this one was like a seizer with many tiny convulsions that wracked her until she lay limp. As my senses returned and my breath moderated from gasping to fill my lungs with air... I worried about her... so still... has she quit breathing? I moved to her face and saw the limp expression, but satisfied that she had either passed out in exhaustion... or simply fell asleep... I cuddled up with her and together in a naked embrace we lost consciousness to oblivion. We slept for several hours... and finally the rustling of covers and her semi-conscious mutters awakened me. “I’m sticky and smelly” she said mostly to herself in a little girl voice. She seemed angry as not grasping exactly what had happened to her... and I stirred and said... “Need a shower?” That brought her from the fog and with a sleepy smile she whispered, “With you?” “Try it without me!”, I replied and like a cat stretching she began that long supple stretching that in an of itself it one of the sexiest things in the world to watch... especially when the woman is nude. “Race you to the shower” she shouted as she bounded from the bed and through the bedroom door. I smiled knowing that since she was naked, there was no liability in letting her find the right temperature for the water. When I opened the shower door and stepped in, she was washing her hair and a wash cloth tightly clamped between her thighs was left to drip from between her legs. And being helpful as always I began ease the wash cloth from her clutches to help her explore all of the other nooks and crannies of her body.... especially those below the waist. With the soap, she was slick and open and even tightly guarded secret guarded spots opened easily to my touch. In turn she began to wash my manhood with her washcloth... sudsing it making it slick to the touch. Before long her attention followed her ministrations and she kneeled on the rubber bath mat and through the spray of the water begin licking my erection. Light short licks gave way to long slow deep licks... and soon it wasn’t just her tongue, but I could feel her teeth and the soft inner surfaces of her cheeks. Quickly the short flickering attention of her tongue gave away to a sucking sensation as her cheeks formed an oval and the crown of my head found a new resting place. The depth of her reception increased... from just the first one half inch of the mushroom shaped head to eventually feeling of her lips touching the very base of my erection. I was l lost in the feelings of each element... lips, teeth... throat which feels very much like the tender envelopment of her inner love channel. And then the movement in and out... I know that I couldn’t maintain control for long in that environment and I waited for the feeling to arrive that would move me beyond control and fill her throat with my hot seamen. But as the fatal twitching began deep in my groin, she sensed it too, and skillful she turned 180 degrees so that it was her nether lips that I was confronted and with a hand she reached back to guide me into another throat which was intended for the full release of what I had cum for. This time, the entrance came easily to her most private parts... with the wetness and residual slickness of the washing and the still leaking of my fluids from he night before. There was a “squishy” sound as I found my bottom depth on the first try and a slight “slapping” sound as my wet thighs came into forceful contact with her wet cheeks. She had leaned forward and braced herself on the rail at the far end of the shower and it allowed me to both reach around and stroke her growing excitement as she swelled and blossomed and the stem of her flower protruded. And if I didn’t penetrate her fully, there was just enough room to slip my other hand between us to lightly stroke the puckered pink hole of her tightness. I wasn’t sure how she would react when I touched her bottom, but and the sound of sucking air followed by a moan gave me the confirmation I needed to continue. My time was not to last long with the oral attention I had received earlier and the excitement of being able to look down and easily watch myself enter her... to watch her slips split and strain as I inserted myself in her... and the sleeve of her inner core which clung to me as I withdrew from her... as though her body grieved at the withdrawal and clung to me. The slow deliberation with which I began this congress was overwhelmed with the sights, and sounds, of making love in a resonating changer and the hard walls echoed the moan and the grunts and the “squishing” of our rhythm which became fierce as the painful swelling in my groin came to it’s climax. Through gritted teeth, I felt the first contraction deep in my loins and an explosion blew out the end of my manhood and I was feeling the most primal feelings one could imagine as he had won the genetic race to plant his seed and in that moment I wanted to beat my chest and scream like King Kong.... but rather I help her by her waste until she could right herself and I held her and kissed her tenderly... and ask, “What next?” She pushed me back playfully and said... “What’s next for you sir is to get back to your room and change clothes and I’ll meet you in the conference room. Now scoot... I’ve got to make myself pretty for the last day!” The Last Day The conference started on time even though I found myself at my place just before the leader began. He was excited to bring the conference to a climax and close, but I dreaded this interlude in the mundane routine of life to be closed. Jocelyn arrived just after the activities began, but was radiant and immaculate. As I watched her walk into the room and move to sit beside me at her customary place, I hardly recognized the woman in whose charms and sex I had be immersed until a couple of hours ago. As she sat down, I leaned over to compliment her, but she turned with a smile and putting her finger to her slips said simply, “Shhhhhh!” The topic was interesting, but I had no interest in it. I tried not to be obvious as I look at her out of the corner of my eye and kept wondering if I had just had a very vivid fantasy during the night... maybe it was all in my mind... except for the smell... and with each whiff of her fragrance I could close my eyes and it became all real again... the touch, the taste, the feel. And I shrugged it off... I was become erect and that just wasn’t permissible in a conference room on sales management. At last the conference concluded at noon, and the room was a hive of people gathering their “stuff” and preparing for their flights back to the “normal” world of family and work. But I wasn’t ready for “normal” to invade my life again. I sat quietly, making actions of busyness as Jocelyn spoke farewell greetings those from our table... I mostly just tried to smile and said something about “nice to meet you.” When the table was mostly cleared, I whispered to Jocelyn, “We HAVE to talk!” She looked at me with the most adoring smile and slipped me a folded piece of paper. She started to answer, but her voice choked and she said, “Read this! I can’t change my flight, so I’ve got to go now.” With that she got up and walked to the back... and I sat feeling as if I had just been shot through the heart. There were so many things I wanted to say... to ask... to explain... to pursue, and I looked down at the folded paper afraid that it was my “Dear Richard” letter. I tucked it into my coat pocket and made my way back to pick up my luggage and make my connection to the airport. I tried to shrug off the malaise of depression I felt. I had wanted to explain why I couldn’t leave my family and work to carry Jocelyn off on the white horse to a “happily ever after” place where the bubble of our feelings for the last 24 hours could continue forever... but I breathed deeply and muttered to myself... maybe it’s for the best... she had no tears when I last saw her. I knew the letter was in my pocket... I had felt it move against me every time I had shifted positions for the last four hours. At last, sitting in the crowded business section of the two hour flight, I knew I had to read it... and then throw it away lest my wife should find it in my pocket... forgotten and unread. I unfolded the paper and in her handwriting I read... Dear Richard... my love I know you will want to talk, but I’ve already checked my flight and it is the only one scheduled for today... so I will have to let this be the short answer to a lot of long questions that we probably would have to ask. This has been a marvelous last two days... more refreshing for my soul than a week at a spa. You have been my friend and my lover and if that is all I ever have of you, it will be a treasure, but I hope and pray that somehow, someway, we can stay in contact. I am tempted to call you out of the conference this morning and bring you back to my room and loose myself in your arms for what little time there is left today, but I am being strong... and I am hoping that what we haven’t done this morning will be made up for in the future. I know your situation... and you know mine. I am willing to find the moments for us as we can as it is. I will not say “I love you” because that is such an obligation, but let me say until we meet again... I am your lover... Jocelyn. Below her signature she had written, “Private” and a cell phone number and an email. My head swam with the words... and I read them again and again to make sure I hadn’t mis-understood them. I have never hyperventilated in my life, but the flight attendant stopped and asked, “Sir... are you OK? The altitude does make some folks a bit dizzy!” I smiled... and said, “I think I’m going to be OK!” A smile broke out over my face and the tension of the hours wash away... I held the letter and tried to think what the future would be like... and what it would bring. I closed my eyes, and without ever really going to sleep, I dreamed of what had been and would be. Sitting in my car, ready to start the ignition... I looked at my cell phone... I reached for the paper and after the mental debate I dialed the number. I had no idea how to handle her voice mail, but on the third ring I heard her voice... “Hello!” “Jocelyn... it’s Richard.” “Oh, hi!” with a pause, and I asked, “Are you alone?” “No... did you get my letter?” “Yes... I’m overwhelmed... God I wish I could talk to you” “Yes, I know... it will be arranged!” I laughed... the code was being established... “When will you be alone this evening?” “Oh, call me about 10 tomorrow morning... I should have that ready by then!” I laughed again... “OK, lover... I have to have you again... you’re addictive”... I smirked at the awkwardness of what she could not say! “Oh, that will have to be arranged!... Call me tomorrow!” The road bounced and the car decelerated fast... and in my stupor I realized that I wasn’t driving... the first leg of my flight was concluding... I shook the stupor from my brain as we taxied to the gate and remembered that I would have to change planes in Atlanta. But the last part of the flight was going to be much more interesting... because in my pocket now was another ticket for the adjacent seat in the 737... in the name of Jocelyn Haynes. The Fantasy Ch. 02 Richard Hart tells a story of an older man and younger woman who have a passionate fantasy affair. It is a an adventure of passion and romance which is in three parts: The Meeting, The Rendezvous, and The Island. Part II: The Rendezvous I half expected to see Jocelyn's face as I stepped through the door into the terminal even though I knew her plane wouldn't arrive at the airport for another 45 minutes. Knowledge doesn't do much to offset the expectation of one's hope against hope. I would have loved to see her smiling face, to feel the softness of her lips on mine, evading my full possession with a jubilant smile. I wanted to hold her close and feel the warmth and firmness of her breasts pressed into my chest and the full contact of her stomach and thighs pressed into me in a hug that would melt and blend them into one. I laughed at myself even as I walked down the concourse, knowing that my thoughts would have been inappropriate to even the most liberated observer in such a public form. But I treasured my thoughts of her, my remembrances and my fantasies. I glanced at my watch and decided to stop in the crowded coffee shop for a moment. I had carefully planned our schedule so that our flights would arrive in the same concourse and allow me to be one of the very few actually waiting at the gate for her arrival because everyone else would have to wait for people outside of the security screening. I knew it was too early to just be standing around. I stopped at the concourse coffee shop. A moment in line and a quiet, dark corner of the shop left me with my coffee and my thoughts. Our "first meeting" had been in a coffee shop, not at the airport, but in an airport Hilton motel coffee shop. The weeks after we gotten home from the conference had been a flurry of emails and carefully planned cell phone calls. It began with the reminiscing of our magical moments, both the laughter of our "awkward" moments and the exquisite coupling of our night together. One late night call, talking each from our "quiet place." For me it was in my car in the garage and her in the downstairs guest bathroom. This night found us both needing the sexual release of each other. Our talk became quiet, often just listening to each others breathing, until I whispered "I need you!" She paused in silent and with a little girl's trembling voice responded, "Honey, I need you too... Soon... Promise" I knew my excitement had peaked and my manhood demanded my attention and with a choked breath I said, "Now!" Her voice was excitement and confusion, "How?" I said "Do you want me?" To which her reply was an instant "Yes!" Feeling my erection caught in my briefs and tenting my trousers, I asked "How badly do you want me?" Her voice caught as she answered and she had to start her response twice... "Honey I want you sooo bad." "Are you wet for me?" "God yes... I've been since we started talking!" "How wet?" "Very" "I'm so hard for you tonight. I don't think I can wait... I am so close." With a sense of reverence in her voice she answered, "Really... Oh god." "I want you to check your panties and tell me how wet you are?" I heard a gasp and a quivering... "Richard, I'm not wearing any panties now." "Are your lips swollen for me? Are you hard?" My breathing was becoming erratic and labored and talking was more a guttural whisper than intelligent language. Knowing that she was usually already in her nightshirt did little to moderate my thoughts of her tonight sitting with her thighs open and her womanhood swollen and exposed. I unzipped my trousers and pulled my stiffness out and luxuriated in telling her how good it felt to be erect with her. Through the bits and pieces of words and thoughts we talked ouselves through the building pressure, knowing that I had felt the touch of her loins on fire, and the movement of her hips from the rhythmic thrusting to the maddening pounding of crashing orgasm. my hardness pulsed with the thought of her body... her voice. As the moment came closer when both knew that the only release was to drive the other over the crest of that passion each lost their own sense and focused on the other. She wanted to know if I was creaming as I stroked himself and I wanted to know if she was fully flowered with her lips gapping open like an over ripe blossom. The climax of the moment came with only moans and grunts of animal passion as each clenched with their own orgasm, lost in themselves, but keenly attuned to what was happening with the other. I drenched my hand and had soaked the crotch of my trousers. I knew there would be consequences, but at the moment I was euphoric. Her breathing became less frenetic and measured and I finally ask, "Are you OK?" "I'm half way between delight and delirious!" I could her the teasing in her voice. "Oh?" and what would be the delight and the delirium? "I am sprawled here with my legs flopped open like a two bit whore on payday... soppy and sore... and feeling fantastic, but what I want, Sir, is for you to be between my legs, with your head on my shoulder making me feel complete." From the impetus of that phone call was born that first encounter. We checked our schedules and found that none of our travel synchronized, but that she had an over night conference and that if she left early that first day there would be an early afternoon of opportunity. I planned my day carefully, not wanting to explain a flight schedule. I had managed some "mad money" from some of my personal sales commissions and by arranging the travel, I could leave that morning and be home at an hour that wouldn't arouse suspicion. Her flight was to come in early and we found an airport Hilton motel with a shuttle. We agreed to meet in the coffee shop, though we knew it couldn't last long there. The Hilton I walked in the door, with my pulse racing, hopeful that I could see the whole room in a glance. Almost immediately her eyes caught mine. She had been watching. I walked to the table and smiled as I kissed her politely, "May I join you?" She lookedme in the eyes and with that wicked look of a teasing woman said matter of factly, "No, you may not. I have other plans! I already have a room and we have no time to waste being polite! Besides, there is room service. Later!" She moved her hips to slip out of the booth and I watched with a longing ache in my loins as her bottom moved and she stood. She took my hand and started moving without a hesitation. "What abut your ticket?" "Fuck the ticket. Or maybe it is just you I want to fuck!" Red faced now with the blush of sex, I rustled in my pocket and left a five dollar bill on the table not worrying about the waitress. She ledme into the halls and onto an elevator. The doors closing even as we melted into each other's arms. Our kiss seemed to have only begun before the bell rang and the doors opened, and the couple waiting as we exited smiled without comment. The electronic pass card key was in her hand as we arrived at the door and wickedly she smiled at me and looked at her hand. Drawing my eyes with her slowly the card passed into the slot, and quickly withdrawn. With her "ooh!" the latch clicked and we entered the room. The drapes were drawn, but with the door closing, neither of us reached for the lights, only each other. In the semi-darkness of the room, our lips met again, but with a warm wetness... soft and yielding... open and demanding. I had no idea of whether our tongues were ever invited to join the melee. They just seemed to be there from the beginning. There was a long dance with only the beat of our hearts setting the rhythm. Things became disconnected with our mouths consuming each other, sucking life and breath from each other. Our hands and bodies seemed to be left on their own. I became conscious of my hands, having moved from the tight embrace to a roving pair of marauding plunderers... touching, carousing, squeezing and pulling her to me. Her body had melted to me as we kissed, but now I found my hands on her bottom pulling her tightly so that my manhood could grind against her, feeling her move against me. Knowing that she knew my feeling. The moment changed and the hormones took control and my hands began to pull her skirt up on both sides. Soon I was rubbing her cheeks stretched tight by the pantyhose she was wearing. The only sound I could comprehend was the moaning of her pleasure and the ragged breathing that escaped their lips. My hands pulled her skirt up to her waist and my hands sought the band of her pantyhose. "Tight but doable," I thought to himself. I slipped my hands under the thinly stretched nylon and felt her warm skin in my hands. I was not only pulling her to myself, I was pulling her upwards as I reached down to cup the crease at the top of her thighs. Her legs opened and she was straddling my leg, feeling her begin the movement of riding my leg. Moving my hands together I discovered, and displaced the softness of her panties and found the warm wetness of her womanhood as she moved her hips up and back. Rubbing my leg and then rubbing my fingers as I gained momentary attention. Without realizing that she was not consumed with her lips, above or below, I felt her hand on my manhood, touching and discovering. Then the tug as I felt my zipper being pulled down. A quick invasion and liberation as she released my erection. There was a blur of movement. I couldn't remember the sequence as I sat there sipped my coffee. Had she unbuckled my belt first and unsnapped my trousers, or had I pulled her pantyhose down dragging her panties with them. All I knew was that for a moment we parted as shoes were flipped from our feet and trousers and briefs and pantyhose and panties accumulated in a pile beside the bed. Without waiting for her to undress, she had grasped my aching manhood and fell backward pulling me between her opened legs and with an expert guidance system she had placed me at the strategic position to her inner being. I remembered the feeling, slowly being engulfed in her, but I realized that my excitement would only let me enter about half my length. There was something so erotic about thinking that I was so large and hard that she could not encompass me in one thrust. Like the pass card key, slowly there was a withdrawal, anguished that I could not simply stay lost in the velvety glove of her center. Then the thrust, driving forward with a sense of conquest. For a moment lost in the male moment of breaching the gates of a conquered city. But in a glimpse of sanity that enfolds the animal lust of coupling, I realized that although I could feel my balls resting on her, I had not yet fully buried myself to the hilt in her wetness. I gauged that I had at least an inch yet to go. Twice now my own size had hindered me, and the third time would be the charm. Withdrawing slowly until I could feel my head nestling just between her pouty lips I thrust again with a groan and felt myself buried into her softness. The length of my erection lost somewhere in her inner universe. As last I look at her, focused on her, gauging what her reaction might be to my maddening lust, and I saw it in her eyes. Through half closed eyelids and glazed eyes, that look of lust in her eyes also, as though the head of my erection had pushing into her head to push out all thoughts except what I was doing between her legs, sliding into her the full length of her being. I was mesmerized by her eyes. I was fully embedded in her, willing to just simply let time cease and spend eternity in that between moment. Until her hips said what her mouth could not, moving and thrusting and begging. I began the age-old act of mating, moving with her through the dance. Sometimes in sync with her tempo, sometimes moving in counterpoint. Feeling the rising of my fullness to the point of explosion and then pulling out to let it pass until the center of her being pulled me back into her depths. Her breathing became gasping and I knew she was close. I intended to see her over the edge before I would allow myself to even think of my own release. I set the tempo and varied the pace, long, slow, measuring the length of myself in her by millimeters, and then long slicing thrusts that felt like a sword thrust through that pierced her until I could hear her gasp and hold her breath. Then the quivering of her legs that seemed to contract from the very depths of her womb. She wretched with her stomach drawing into a knot. I had never seen a woman do that without being physically ill in gut wrenching heaves. And then the spasms, once, twice and slowly a third. Then a quietness like death. For a moment I had a eerie feeling of copulating with a corpse. She neither moved nor made a sound and I froze half in and half out of her. And then a gasp that sounded like a person breaking the surface of the water from a great depth, sucking air and fighting for consciousness. A blinking of her eyes and a smile, and the one word that brought light into the dimly lit room... "Wow!" I wasn't sure whether to continue or withdraw. Finally I ask... "Are we wrinkling your skirt?" She blushed as though she was just reminded that I was laying between her spread legs with my manhood partly in her. She giggled like a little girl... "Maybe we need to get more comfortable" and she smiled. I withdrew and moved to pull her up and she looked at my erection. She said, "Pretty impressive" and whispered, "but it doesn't surprise me. You know you had me stuffed like a pig." Laughing I replied, "And you will be again." "Do you promise?" She moved to unbutton her blouse and with one hand pushedme back on the bed, "You just watch." Slowly she stripped her clothes, knowing I was aching. At one point as she dropped her bra from her pointed nipples, I reached for myself to find some release she just said... "No, no, no... That's mine." The slow seduction of her clothes coming off was intoxicating. The swell of her breasts and the crowning hardness of her nipples, the dropping of her skirt and the exposing of her navel. The skirt slipped down until the moment the cleft of her womanhood came into view. Even though I had been inside of her just moments earlier, the scene now fully exposed in the filtered light of the room was almost more than I could bear. She finally stood naked before me, and I could see the swollen lips of her femininity extending down beyond her cleft. I reached out and touched her distended lips and teased, "Didn't get enough of me? "Not yet" she said. She moved toward me pushing my shoulders back onto the bed and I moved up so that she could comfortably straddle me. Feeling her legs settle on the outside of mine, leaning forward to kiss me, her breasts burned stripes into my chest. Then settling backward there was the sloppy wetness of her center mopped my manhood. There was no insistence on her part to complete the coupling immediately as she used my erection to pleasure herself, moving up and down and from side to side. Knowing that her edge was relieved and that mine was becoming more difficult to restrain. On one movement of her passing she rubbed herself forward until I felt myself rubbing backwards against her back tight entrance, and she moved against me lightly to tease me. "Just a little more of that and you'll be wet where you're not expecting it" I said And with that she settled a bit, knowing I was against her tightness and she said, "Hmmm, I think I might like that, but later, and gently, Sir!" With that I had no control... "Christ... Please... Now"" She was touched and reached backwards to place me at the entrance where we both wanted to be now and this time my thrust was met my her weight dropping down upon him,. I was like a piston that had found it's full bore stroke. With her downward weight meeting each thrust I knew I was as far into her as it would ever be, and I wanted to leave part of himself there forever. The crashing waves of my orgasm were like hers, I thought as I sipped my coffee. The clenching of the stomach and the spasms. With each spasm I felt an electric shock of a rope of my being passing through my manhood into her depths. I was not thrusting as I had been. my back was arched like a bridge and I kept myself in her depths, not wanting to let any of myself escape her. It was not until my climax had subsided to a dribble that I realized that she was no longer on her knees beside him, but like a rider on a bucking bronco, she was lifted until her toes simply gave her balance as she rode me. I realized that my erection anchored deeply in her had been the only thing that had kept her from being thrown to the bed beside me. I remembered the warmth of that moment as her head rested on my chest. She dreamily said, "I'm dripping on you... I'll clean up." "No, don't move, you feel good where you are at." She snuggled down against me. Her breasts were flattened against my chest as all of her weight was relaxed on me. My hands moved over her back, feeling the china-like smoothness of her back. She wasn't ticklish as I let my hands roam and caress. I let my hands move their full length over the soft globes of her bottom, and feeling the puddling of my own fluids on my lower belly, I explored the wetness for myself. I was surprised to find her passage still open from my recent presence and my fluids were sticky and pulled fine mucous wires of connection between her lips and my fingers. The sense of touch was accentuated by the lubrication of my essence as I explored her. I pulled the fluids from her and backwards and upward through her cleft and was fascinated with the tightness of her "other" entrance. She didn't seem to mind my gentle caressing. I ask, "Do you mind if I touch you there?" as my finger accentuated the particular point of my interest. I sought no entrance, but was free in my attention. "Actually it feels good," she said. I wasn't sure of the proper etiquette for the situation. I didn't know if I should continue my interests until she stopped, or if I should ask first. I decided that as awkward as it was to ask, it would be better for her to know my intentions. "That place fascinates me, do you mind?" "No silly. Most women are sensitive there, but you have to be gentle." I groaned my response as I dipped my finger in my own lubrication and began to explore with greater interest the focus of my fascination. She moved slightly and canted her hips to allow my interest. She moaned pleasurably as I inserted the tip of my finger. "You're really tight," I said. She moved again and some of the tightness was relieved. my finger found easy entrance to my knuckle. I felt the tightness of her muscle as it passed through it and then a different feeling as I stopped to examine the texture. "How did you loosen yourself up for me?" I asked. Laughingly she responded, "I can do that when I'm relaxed and you are going slow." I realized that my breathing was become more rapid and shallow, and that my spent erection was stirring. There was something highly erotic about the situation, although I couldn't quite explain it. I knew that it was possible to enter a woman there, but it was a "taboo" in any conversation I had ever heard on the subject. Yet my finger, finding a comfortable excitement in her, made me wonder. I found that she was moist. Not creamy like her vagina. I tried to slip my finger into her deeper and I could feel that she was accommodating him, willing herself to open for me. "God that makes me horny," I rasped as my erection now rubbed her inner thigh. She laughed, "I can tell. I feels good so far to me too." I struggled to ask the question, "What more can I try?" Raising her head she looked at him, "What more would you like to try?" The Fantasy Ch. 02 "Could I fit in you?" It was her turn to betray her shallow breathing and a blush spread downward and was lost in her breasts still crushed against me. "You've got to be gentle. And stop if it hurts." "I will. You tell me when you're OK?" I reached for my manhood. It was standing at attention with the excitement of the anticipation. I wondered if it was the excitement of indulging in a "forbidden moment." I pulled myself to her open lips and hunched myself until I could feel myself coated with the combination of their slippery fluids. For a moment I just let the feeling of being in her again bathe me. Because of the position I couldn't push myself into her more than about half my length, but I knew my purpose was to lubricate myself enough to make it easier for her. I pulled myself out and moved myself upward to rest against her, or at least where I thought. "You move against me when you are ready" I said. Without response I could feel her legs draw themself up and her hips move position until I knew she had placed herself on top of me. I reached back to touch her and I was shocked at just how big I was against such a small spot. Before I could voice my concern, I felt her settle her weight on me and bear down, and I felt the tip of myself being lost in the tightness of her. I heard her groan and waited without moving to see if she would pull off of me and tell me I was too much for her. By tiny movements she lifted and settled against me and I could feel the lubrication working to make it happen. I couldn't tell if I felt the texture of her, or just the friction as if in moving from time to time I slipped into her. There was almost the sensation of a "pop" as I knew the head of my manhood slipped past her muscle. There was a grunting sound from deep within her and I felt again her willing herself to open to me. I knew I was not more than a third of my length into her when she laid back down on my chest and said, "Let me just relax." "Are you OK? Do we need to stop? Is it hurting you?" "It's OK. I just need to stretch and get comfortable. Please don't move right now." I waited, feeling my erection hardening like steel. I had never gotten this excited at just the waiting but being half in her like this was almost blowing my sexual senses. She stirred again and moved. Pressing down against me and groaning. I had no idea if it hurt or if it was pleasure, but I decided that I would wait on her timing to tell me. Friction moved again and I felt myself slip into her deeper. It was as if she had pushed onto me and then the membrane of her lining caught up with the penetration in one fluid movement. I knew I was about 2/3 of my depth into her. "Wow that is incredible." I whispered. I wasn't sure I was telling her that, or just voicing my own amazement. She was so tight on me that I could feel my own pulse in my member. The pressure was incredible and the tightness trapped the blood making me swell even more. As last I couldn't help myself and without thought I hunched myself and felt her settle onto my pubic bone as I was buried into her to the hilt. "Ok, Ok... Just a moment. Let me get accustomed to it." Her voice was a mixture of excitement and panic. Waiting was an exquisite pain for me. I was buried in her and the texture and sensation had no comparison. In her vagina, it felt like velvet with a slight texture that moved againstme constantly. But in her now, it was like being held in a satin vice. I was compressed but it was a silky sensation and the tight constriction at her opening continued to restrict the return flow of the blood that was filling my member. I felt like a balloon that would surely burst if held forever. "Jocelyn, honey, I've got to move." It sounded like a groaned prayer. It was not a request, but a statement of fact. I looked at her face and could see her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration on her face. She didn't answer but nodded guarding her concentration lest she break it with words. Slowly I withdrew and the feeling was like fire. I could feel my manhood depressurize as millimeter by millimeter I pulled back from her and as I pulled about half way out a sound which was a mixture of a cry or a groan started in her throat. "Honey, are you OK?" I asked frightened. But her response was to move herself pushing down on me, forcing me back into her gently, filling herself with me again. I didn't know how long that strange ritual lasted. She moved to expel me from herself and that moaning groan would escape her. Her eyes closed and her face fixed and contorted, she would move to forceme back into her to the depths resting on my pubic bone until the ritual began again. I was in her to my depth when I broke the silence. "Tell me what you want me to do, Jocelyn?" She opened her eyes and her face relaxed into a look of sexual lust that I had seen before and she said, "I want you to cum in me!" "Does it hurt?" "It did for a moment. It's better now. I want you to fill me!" She paused to gasp a breath of air and she said, "Could you tell I was a virgin there?" It was like a shot of electricity. It pulse in my ears, through my brain and went straight into my loins! She was my virgin. She trusted me to be the first. If I hadn't been so full of sexual tension, I might have cried with the awe of it. But, what I did was to try to be as tender a first lover as she might have ever asked for. The tempo began slowly built as she became comfortable with my movement. I was careful to not allow my excitement to overwhelm her as I withdrew each time. I wanted to buried in her to the hilt when I climaxed. I wanted to feel the pulsing of my climax in the satin tightness. As we moved, she became more active. Her hips moving to bring me into contact with her in a new way on each stroke. I could only groan, perhaps more of a growl, with each passing moment knowing that the volume of my vocalization matched my growing intensity. She joined me in breathy cries as we pushed closer to that moment. As she hit bottom, my manhood exploded. I had never felt the pulsing of my cum moving from the base of my manhood to the moment it exited from the head of my cock. It felt like fire shooting out of me. Or, like burning twine being rhythmically pulled from me in jerky spasms. I groaned as if I were being permanently injured. It was as if my shouting triggered her and I could feel her spasm of climax. I was shocked that she could climax through that penetration. I thought she was just accommodating my urgency, but I could feel the fact of her contractions grasping me and milking me in a way I had never felt. I never knew if was in fact the penetration, the rubbing of herself against me as she rode my pubic bone in their deepest penetration, or just the frenzied atmosphere of pure sexual tension. The only thing I have never doubted what the absolute reality of her orgasm. She looked atme quickly and said, "I have to go, now!" She jumped from me and ran to the bathroom and I followed wondering what the problem was. She sat quickly and evacuated her bowels. Looking up at me she said weakly, "It's kind of like an enema. Nasty, but it goes with the fun." As she found the immediate relief, she pointed to the shower. She said, "You'd better wash that dirty thing off!" as she laughed. I turned on the shower and realized that I was caked with her fluids and mine... and smelled from it. She joined me, and when I tried to wash her, she kissed me and said, "I think I've finally had enough of you for the moment." She leaned back against me, careful not to let her hair get wet and she stood with me holding her until she asked... "What time is it?" As quick look at the clock told us that we had all that the day would allow. My flight left first and she shooed me on my way. I looked at my watch absently and was startled. The 45 minutes of waiting were all gone and I would have to rush to make the gate. Quickly I thought, "What if her plane was early and she didn't find me?" Panic drove my steps as I almost trotted the final few yards to the arrival gate. A quick look told me the plane had arrived and that a stream of passengers meant that they were already debarking. I looked in a quick whirl for her face wondering if she were waiting and watching for me. I saw backs of women's heads, but none that was familiar and a quick turn toward the tunnel of the arrival gate and I saw her first! With a beaming smile I waved and caught her attention. A smile broke across her face with obvious relief. I was as nervous as a 3 year old waiting for her to break free of the throng but at last she was in my arms, and kissing me and in her ear I whispered, "I've been thinking of you." She moved against my in a familiar way, letting her body say what she would not or could not. She took my hand and led me off toward our departing gate and she said, "You have to tell me what you've been thinking about me!" I blushed, and knew there would be time when we were in the air again! This is the second of a three part series. It will be continued, if there are those who enjoy it.