Imaginary Friends 01

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01: SATURDAY

She stirs, stretches and wakes. I watch her closely. Her eyes open to find mine staring straight into hers. She smiles and we kiss. Are you ready? Yes. Yes what? I am ready. What are you ready for? I am ready to prove my dedication and commitment to our relationship. Will you do everything I say without question or hesitation? Yes, I will do whatever you say: try me, test me; you’ll see that I mean what I say. Then let’s start the day with some coffee. You’ll find the makings in the kitchen. While the coffee perks, open all of the curtains so the sun can shine in.

She slides out of bed and reaches for a robe. You only need to wear your panties. She smiles. I love the way her ass twitches as she walks and turns the corner. The dark skin, smooth and curved, outlines the white of her panties. I am hard again, thinking of everything this day would hold for me. My hands itch to take my cock but I hold them over my head. My back arches and I squirm but I do not lower my hands. Linda returns with two mugs of coffee and I sit up. She stands next to the bed and I run my hand all over her. With the flat of my palm, I gently rub across her ass, feeling the curves and mounds held beneath the gentle stretch of her panties. My hand drops down runs along the inside of her thigh and then up to her pussy, which was already soft. She rubs her clit against my palm.

While my hands roam her body we sip coffee and talk of the upcoming day. I want to try the new museum. Then we can go out for lunch. That’s a good start for the day anyway. After that, we can just sort of play it by ear. But for now, I want another cup of coffee. She gathers up the cups and heads off to the kitchen. I can tell by her walk that she is really getting into the mood. She returns with two cups, but I tell her she has to blow me while I have second cup. I pull down the cover and my hard cock bounces into sight. She bends down and takes me into her mouth. Remember, I want to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow all of my cum.

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I have to take my hands away and grip my thighs. My panties have slid down to my ankles and I kick them off. My cock twitches and jumps as the orgasm retreats back down my cock. I tickle my balls and a brief spurt of precum slips out. That was my first run up to the edge an orgasm. But I need to take a break. I dress again and my cock subsides, softens, and shrinks. This time, I put the cage back on. Dressed only in those tight panties, I go to the kitchen and wash the dishes. By the time, the last dish is dried, my mind has left that house, that weekend. Now it is time to return. Leaving the cage on, I go back to my easy chair, lean back and pull my legs up. I press the soles of my feet together and my legs are spread wide. I run my hands over my thighs and compressed cock. Then I return to Linda.

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I explode into her soft but electric mouth. Her tongue presses up against the underside of my cock. She holds my balls with one hand. With three intense spasms, I empty my balls and she takes it all. She slips me out of her mouth, looks up at my eyes and swallows. Then she starts to lick me, running her tongue over my cock as my orgasm slowly calms down. I’d forgotten that I have a coffee cup in my hand. I gulp down what’s left and say let’s go take a shower.

We go together and embrace under the streams of hot water. The sound of the water and the second cup of coffee have made me want to piss. I turn off the water and tell her to kneel. Hold up your breasts. I’m going to piss on them. She turns her head and I let loose a stream of yellow piss. It splashes against her breasts and then runs down her body to finally drip off her pussy hair. I aim the stream for her nipples, which harden.

When I’m finished, I turn the water back on and Linda gets to her feet. I turn her around and reach under her arms. After rubbing soap into a lather in my hands, I begin to wash her. Her black hair is plastered to her head and the white soap foam stands out against her darker skin. I kiss her neck as I slip my hands all over her front. Her pussy gets a particularly long scrubbing. Then she squirms around in my arms so I can scrub her back. She presses into me and slips easily against my skin, snuggling her breasts against me. Her shoulders and back are first and then my hands drop to her ass. With open palms, I scrub her ass. Then I run my finger down the crack between her cheeks. She squirms as my fingers brush across her asshole.

Then I tell her it is time for her to wash me. You are to use your hands to wash my arms and legs. However, I want you to use only your breasts to wash me down to my waist. Then I want you to use only your face. She kneels and reaches between my knees with soapy hands. My cock dangles right in front of her face. Despite my recent orgasm, I felt a stirring again. She encircles my leg with her hands and runs her palms up and down as thought stroking a giant hard cock. She pauses to add more soap to her hands and scrubs the other leg. When she stands to wash my arms, kırklareli escort she traces her fingers over my soft cock once, but that is enough to make me shiver. She then rubbed soap against her breasts until a lather of sorts dripped off them. And she swung them against me, sometimes pushing hard so I could feel her hardening nipples and sometimes softly, sliding just her nipples back and forth. She slips behind me and starts in on my back, holding on with her hands and slithering against me in the slippery soapiness. Then she finally sinks back down to her knees and rubs her cheeks against my cheeks. Then her forehead against my lower spine and she raises her face so the tip of her nose runs over my asshole. She snuggles her whole face into the slippery mass between my legs and ass cheeks. I turn and she rubs her face against my ever-increasing cock. Sliding against her cheeks and eyes, my cock reaches full extension. She stands and we rinse off together.

I tell her to leave the shower and lay out our clothes for the day. She is not to put them on but wait for me. I tell her to dress all in white, and I will wear jeans and a tea shirt. I watch through the steamy glass while she dries herself and leaves the room. When I am dry and with the towel wrapped around my waist, I go to the bedroom. She has her white stockings, panties and bra, along with the sheers white dress, laid out on the bed next to my jeans and shirt.

I make her dress me first. She kneels to put my feet into my jeans, but I move very slowly. I love dangling right in front of her face. Eventually, she pulls up my jeans and sets them around my waist. Then she stands to tuck my cock into the pants. When she has finished and I am fully dressed, I step back to watch her. I tell her to start with the stockings. She lifts her foot up onto the bed and slips the toe of the stocking over her foot. By lifting her leg, she gives me an excellent view of her pussy: from the side, outlined against the skin of her other thigh, its gentle slope fully exposed. Soon, she gives a little knee bend to settle the legs of her panties, snug against her mons. During all of this, her breasts have hung free, shifting and bouncing freely. Now, she lifts her bra and settles her breasts in the cups. She drops the dress over her head but it is so thin that it covers little of her. Technically, she is dressed, but realistically, she’s dressed only in her underwear. I make her walk across the room and she is very sexy. I tell her to press her thighs together as she walks. It makes her ass twitch in the most beguiling manner.

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By now, my cock is painful against the stiff and strong elastic panties. It can barely get hard, pressing out against the cage. My hands rub over it with abandon, but it’s all futile. I grip the front of the cage and lower the waist strip. My cock tumbles out and springs to full erection. I remove the cage and take my cock in hand. Sensations shoot out from the tip of it and slither their way down to my balls. The little flap of nerves and skin under the tip seep electricity that accumulates at the base of my cock. Precum almost jumps from tip. There is no way I’m going to last through the weekend with Linda, unless I try one of my tricks. Oral gel. Maximum strength. This is a 20% Benzedrine solution is a gentle cream that effectively numbs any skin it comes into contact with. I carefully smear it on my tip and that special flap of skin only. This way, I can continue to play with myself, continue in the clearest of dreams, without moving any closer to ruining it all with an orgasm.

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Let’s go to the museum. It’s a small but high quality museum with about twelve rooms for expressionists and Americana. There is even a sketch by Rembrandt. Naturally, there is also a small café and a gift shop. We park in the crowded lot and begin out walk. I slow things down at this point so I can savor each bump and wiggle of her walk across the lot. Some people notice her but they do not stop since they are already on their way out. The guard at the door however, stares greedily and openly. Linda and I walk straight at him and so I know he can see all of her. I know she knows it to. We stop to ask him how much the entry fee is. Linda blushes but waits quietly. I pay at the door and we go in.

The front lobby is dominated by a large picture of some naked women trying to push a satyr into a lake. We stand in front of it to give everyone in the room a long view of her back side. I ask and she tells me that she can feel the eyes upon her: some caressing each cheek, others trying to pry her legs apart. She tells me she likes it; she’s getting wet and wide feeling their eyes on her. Her nipples visibly poke out from her bra. Slowly we mount the stairs and a museum guard follows us. Two more joined him as we moved through the museum.

We meander down to the coffee shop and I select a table outside on the patio. The sun erases what little covering her dress gave her. The group of museum guards sat behind me so they could see kırşehir escort Linda’s breasts. She tells me that they are staring at her and I ask her if she likes it. Yes, very. Sit up straighter. She does. After we finish lunch, we leave, and they leave with us. This time, they get in front of us by the door and watch from the front as Linda walks towards them. They do not try to hide their leering. We walk slowly through the parking lot to our car. The boys stay with us, trailing slightly behind. As we pull out of the parking lot, Linda lowers her window and blows them a kiss.

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I am now furiously pulling at a cock that shrinks in my hand. The benzocaine has done its work and my cock is completely numb. I cover it again with lotion and continue stroking and dreaming, waiting for feeling to return. I wrap my fist around it and twist my hand back and forth. There is only a little feeling if I grab hard enough. Soon, I am rubbing my palm over a soft and lotion covered cock. Now I will have lots of time to dream. I put my hands over my head and return to Linda.

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I pull into a pharmacy parking lot on the way back to our place. You will need to go in and buy three things we’ll need tonight: some KY jelly, two condoms and a package of enemas. I tell her she will have to ask for the enemas at the pharmacy counter. I wait in the car while she goes in. I watch her ass as she disappears through the doors. Her panties switch and shift. She emerges a few minutes later, walking rapidly and carrying a small paper bag. Did you get them? She nods yes. Tell me about it.

Everyone in the store knew immediately that something was up when I entered. The workers all stared. One boy’s mouth was hanging open. I went straight up to one of them and asked where the condoms and KY Jelly were on display. He could barely speak, but he got out “Isle Seven.” I got the condoms and jelly, and then headed for the pharmacy counter at the back. It was slightly raised and the pharmacist as staring at me and I met his eyes. I stared at him staring at me as I walked up to the counter. When I asked for enemas, I thought he was going to bust. I could feel the intensity of their eyes on me as I walked out of the store. Just for fun, I paused to look at some nail polish. Did you like it? I was so hot that I’m surprised I didn’t have an orgasm just walking. I really wanted to lift my skirt but I didn’t want to get in trouble.

I tell her to pull her skirt up to her waist. I touch her pussy; its warmth and wet had soaked through the material. We are a hazard on the road because I keep looking at her panties and how they tuck in between her legs. Still we made it. As we come up to the front door, I tell her to kiss me, passionately and hard. She presses up against me; I lower my hand to grab her ass; a car goes by. Then we enter.

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I test my cock again and there is still no feeling. Lifeless, as though belonging to someone else.

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I tell her to make us some drinks. I’d like a red wine mixed with effervescent water. She mixes herself a straight scotch and a glass of water. I place a stool in front of the couch, across from the windows. Then, I just drank in the sensuous shape and movement of watching her from behind. She tosses off the scotch and brings me my wine.

She sits on the stool and I sit across from her on the couch. I tell her to tell me a dirty story, some fantasy. She says I am standing with my lover at a busy street corner. There is enough foot traffic that a sizeable crowd develops before the light changes to walk. He tells me to cross the street and wait until the light changes. Once I cannot cross the street until the next light change, he has told me to remove my dress. I am wearing a simple sundress over sexy lingerie and high heels. So, I stand among strangers, on a street corner and pull my dress up and over my head. It takes people a few minutes to realize that I am standing there in matching bra, panties and stockings. Most of the people on the other side are staring at me to as the light changes. I walk straight towards the other side in front of a line of stopped cars. There must be over 20 people walking towards me as my breasts quiver with each step. I get to the other side and he holds out his hand to take the dress from me. And now, the bra. I can’t believe what I just heard but a part of me, a strong part, wants to be so sexy as to excite an entire crowd. With passer-bys staring at me, I unhook my bra, shrug it off, and hand it to him. He tells me to go do the same routine but this time remove my panties since I don’t have a dress. I have to wait a moment before the light changes, but then I walk across, in only my panties, in front of an entire intersection of people, among a crowd crossing the street. And this is when I start to enjoy it. As I watch others watching me, drawing the attention of so many people, and kızılay escort I get instantly wet and wide. I step out of my panties. The only way to do this is not to cringe. So, I stand up straight, hiding nothing, as I wait for the lights to turn. And then I walk as though I were fully dressed, breasts swaying and bouncing. I fear I might have an orgasm in the middle of this intersection. I am almost crazed with lust and embarrassment by the time I get back to him. He gives me back my clothes and I dress again, right there on the street corner, under many staring eyes.

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The lotion that I put on my cock has dried and thickened into a sticky mess. So, I shower. The water runs down my body, making my blood readjust itself and my cock slowly falls. It is still dead numb as I wash it clean of lotion. By the time I step out of the shower, it has gone completely quiet and limp. I can feel a tightness in my balls but there is only one way to let it out. I dress again in a tee shirt but this time the panties are looser. They are still made of cotton and so make an orgasm impossible. Even so, my cock is not pushed against my abdomen and it can move more freely. I go back to my chair and run my fingertips across my cock and balls. There is a little stirring, so still touching myself, I return to the dream.

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That is quite a story and she blushes. Is it a true story? No, it is the dream I use to masturbate. The afternoon is gone and the sun sinks out of the sky. Shadows begin to build in the corners. I want to show you of some more and I turn on a lamp right next to her. Sitting on the stool next to the lamp, she is the most illuminated thing in the room, making her easily visible from the road outside. I put some slow music on the stereo. Please dance for me. She slides off the stool and starts to sway. She has both her hands joined behind her head and under her hair. She slowly sways her hips and slides her hands down her neck. She begins to touch herself all over. She drapes her fingers along the sides of her breasts, than down to spread across her belly. Then down again, along her hips. Then back up. As she dances, I can see that she is getting excited. Her nipples have hardened and poke out the front of her shirt. While she dances, my eyes roam all of her body. The sheer dress makes it seem as though she is dancing half naked.

The doorbell rings. She looks around startled. I ordered Chinese for dinner when we first got back. That’s the delivery guy. Go get our supper. There is money on the table. Her hair is tousled from dancing and she is obviously aroused. Stand up tall and let him look all he wants to. I follow to watch. The delivery man’s eyes pop out when she answers the door. His mouth doesn’t fall open; it sort of slowly slips opens. Linda smiles at him and spins. She then hands him the money and tells him to keep the tip. The door shuts in his face. We smile into each other’s eyes.

We eat by candlelight. The shadows are so soft on your face. Umber blushes beneath your eyes. I love the line of your jaw and how it slides down onto your shoulder. Turn your face to the candle. Your eyes glint in the light. And the line from your jaw now flows into, not your shoulder but your breasts. Full and firm in the light. Please stand. There, the entire flow of your body runs up from your foot and leg, encased in white stockings. The straight line made by the lacy ends of the hose contrasts with the curves around it. The white curve of your panties enhances the general shape of your loins by slightly opposing them. Where your flesh curves out, the stretchy white material curls in. The shadows that hide your belly begin beneath your breasts. The shadows accumulate there into mystery, which angles downward. That obscurity and mystery calls to me. I stand behind you and lean gently into you. I put my hand under your arm and flat upon your belly. I smell the nape of your hair as I glide my hand from beneath your breasts to the top of your mons. Your hips press back against me.

Come, stand in the light. I lead her into the middle of the room, just in front of the windows. She is standing so she can see us reflected in the window. I am behind her with both of my hands crossed on her belly. I slide them slowly down to pinch the hem of her dress in my fingers. Then I slowly raise them, pulling the dress up past her knees, her panties, and finally over her head. I keep rubbing her with my hands, now even more revealed without the gauzy obscurity of her dress. She can feel my hands unhook her bra and she can see the cups separate from her flesh. I lower the straps down her arms and the bra fall to the floor. Standing there, only in her panties, my hands running all over her body. Any one going down the street has a clear view of her. She arches her back and twists her head to kiss me. I turn her and we enter into a fierce embrace. I can smell her sex. You know what happens next. No, I don’t. Now I want to enter you. I want to enter you everywhere. I want you completely. I get the enemas from the bag. Prepare yourself for one of these but don’t administer it. You’ll find a large syrnge. Kneel on the bed, ass in the air and insert this. But, don’t push the plunger. I’ll be up soon. I watch her ass twitch across the room under her white lace panties as she enters the bed room.

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