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 The following is writing for adults.  My stories attempt to follow the
mental process that people with hidden desires go through.  I base many of
my ideas and events on real-life, true occurrences of myself or people I've
known.  I would enjoy getting responses from readers letting me know their
thoughts.

   My e-mail is wombat_33@yahoo.com.

   Suburban Fantasies by Tempting Fate

   CHAPTER 2

   Lori gazed out her kitchen window lost in thought.  Harrison was fed and
playing quietly in the family room.  Her daily routine of keeping him
occupied until preschool in the afternoon was off to a typical, comfortable
start.  Lori's mind was back on her fantasy from earlier that morning.  Her
fantasies seemed to come in waves.  Something would trigger a new one that
would stay with her for a day or two, sometimes a week, before giving away
to the next scenario that would keep her mind and fingers occupied.

   The Man in the restaurant, though.  Hmmmm.  He kept coming back.

   Lori shifted slightly and bumped a glass sitting in her sink.  Brought
back to reality momentarily, she turned off the tap that was emptying
uselessly.  She sighed and looked outside again.  A robin was
stutter-stepping across her lawn.  The fact that winter was an unusual time
for a robin to be in this clime escaped Lori's attention.  It had been an
unusually mild winter and the robins had stayed further north than usual.

   As the robin cocked his head and Harry moved to play a Lego's computer
game on the computer in the family room, Lori let herself slip back into
her fantasy.

   Lori had not given it much conscious thought, but she knew that she was
fantasizing much more than she did earlier in her marriage.  She had
developed slowly when it came to sexual activities, and had done very
little out of the ordinary.

   She had talked about boys and making babies and boys'.things.when she
was growing up with her little girlfriends.  And the thoughts she had
scared her, embarrassed her and made her feel as though she must be a
pervert.  These she did not share with her girlfriends.

   In elementary school Lori had first touched herself and thought about
others touching her.  She learned enough to know that she wanted to be
kissed and wanted boys to touch her.  But then she had thought about her
girlfriends and touching and kissing them.  Once she learned how nice it
felt to touch the slit between her legs, Lori thought of the family dog and
what his tongue would feel like running up and down her.  She thought about
her daddy kissing her and touching her, and dreamed of groups of boys
taking her and ripping off her clothes, tying her up and then...then...she
wasn't sure what then, but she knew that it made her squeeze her legs
together.

   Lori had not dated until high school and then had mostly been concerned
with her reputation as she knew her parents would like, and thus was not
overly popular with the boys from her school.  What they did not know was
that little Lori, the tennis and soccer player with the nice legs and good
grades thought about sex as often as they did.

   When she went away to college Lori was still a virgin and had only been
touched on the rare occasion in a darkened theater or the back seat of a
car while being driven by friends.  Her mind though was constantly on sex,
and she finally gave in to her first boyfriend in college.  The experience
was...nice.  Robert was a nice boy, and had taken his time and was gentle.
It was not the horrible experience Lori had heard from some that the first
time would be.  It was only distinguishable by its entirely unremarkable
passing.

   Within a few months Lori had moved on from Robert and shortly thereafter
had met Brad.  They had quickly become intimate and Lori began to learn of
some of the experiences she had dreamed about.  She quickly became
relatively proficient at stimulating Brad orally and learned to like the
attentions he gave to her.

   Brad was romantic and thoughtful, ambitious about school and career, and
handsome.  They were a darling couple her friends all said.  She silently
enjoyed their envy and knew she could love this man for the rest of her
life.

   She was right.  She could love Brad, and she still did.  But currently
Lori was leaning forward onto her dark granite countertop with her eyes
closed and both hands pressed between her thighs.  She did not hear Harry's
laughter at his computer game, nor the sound of traffic on the arterial
beyond their fence.  She was on her knees.  This time the Man was not as
gentle.  He was not concerned about her hair.  Didn't care if she had to go
back to her husband disheveled with smeared lipstick.  No, this time he was
forceful.  One hand grabbing her by her long brunette hair while his left
hand held her throat just below her chin.

   "Suck my cock, bitch.  Deeper.  I want to feel my cock in your throat."

   She felt the pressure in the back of her throat as he thrust brutally
into her.  Lori extended her throat as she stood above the sink and tried
to imagine what it would feel like.  Both hands pushing against her pussy
through her panties, Lori felt a pleasurable yearning beginning between her
legs.  She ran the fingers from one hand up to gently rub her clit while
with the other she pushed her panties into the opening of her vagina.  She
could feel the heat and moistness of her pussy through the cotton.

   Lori's legs straightened as she again tried to imagine the cock being
forced into her throat.  This wasn't working.  Lori removed the hand not on
her clit from between her legs and raised it to her throat.  She clasped
her hand around her throat and squeezed.  She pushed upwards.  This was
better.  With eyes still closed Lori opened her mouth to feel the cock in
her.

   "Do you like my cock?  Do you, slut?"

   Lori's right arm was pressed against the cabinets with her fingers
rubbing harder now on her clit.  A small moan escaped as she felt her
vagina fully lubricate.  She opened her mouth wider and wiggled her tongue
slightly.  A frustrated groan announced Lori's inability to feel the cock
in the back of her throat.  Her eyes opened.  Her breathing was more ragged
now, and she stood there for a moment, feeling the tautness of her calf
muscles are her legs strained as she rubbed her pussy.

   This had been the problem lately, the fantasies were good, but not
great. She needed more tactile sensations.  Lori stared at the empty wine
bottle by the sink.  The long neck would obviously reach the back of her
throat.  She thought of how Brad had been rather critical of the wine when
they were drinking it the previous evening, for some reason, while
continuing to rub her pussy.

   For a full minute Lori stood and looked at the wine bottle, and imagined
using it to imitate the Man's cock.  All the while she rubbed and teased
her clitoris through her panties.  Finally she moved her hand inside her
panties and ran a finger along her smooth slit.  Lori had very little hair
along her lips and shaved the bikini area of her pubic hair, leaving only a
small "runway" strip.  It made her feel naughty to keep it that way.

   The tip from one finger felt her opening, and Lori closed her eyes again
and involuntarily exhaled quickly through her nose.  She pushed and her
finger easily slid into her pussy.  In and out she slowly moved her finger,
paying attention to the soft flesh just inside the opening.

   "Take them off." He wouldn't allow her to be wearing panties.  She slid
another finger inside.

   "Now.  Take them off, now."

   Lori could imagine the feel of the night air on her bare skin as her
skimpy black lace panties feel to her feet.  She opened her eyes, looked
quickly at where Harrison was preoccupied with his game and after closing
her eyes again slowly slid her white cotton panties to the kitchen floor.

   "Spread your legs." She did.  She spread them and she felt her hand.his
hand.feeling her bare pussy.

   "Now suck.  Suck me all the way into your throat, slut."

   Lori groaned slightly and reached slowly for the wine bottle.  She
looked at it.  It had been a fine wine, Brad had just been in a pissy mood.
She set it on the edge of the countertop.  Leaning over it she placed the
end into her mouth and sucked it.  The acrid taste of dried wine played
softly on her tongue and quickly disappeared.

   "Suck me."

   She took the bottle a little deeper.

   "SUCK ME"

   Lori felt his hand on her hair and moved her own hand up to grip her
hair tightly.  Not so much to force her head down as simply to feel the
hair pull on her scalp as she gripped tightly.  She forced herself to take
the bottle deeper until her gag reflex hit her.  Pulling off she breathed
through her mouth around the glass bottle.

   Lori's pussy was now wet with desire and two fingers moved easily and
noisily in and out.  She forced her mouth back down over the bottle and
fought the urge to gag.  Up and down she moved her head, with her teeth
occasionally hitting the side of the bottle, the "clink" and unnatural feel
of the glass interrupting her image of a cock thrusting into her.  The
gagging excited Lori greatly but also broke her concentration slightly, and
her nearing orgasm was hanging on the edge, neither taking her over nor
subsiding.  She couldn't stop and restart, and she needed something more to
get her over the top.

   Frustrated, Lori finally had to stop forcing the bottle into her mouth.
Her throat hurt and she had never been able to take the bottle into her
throat as far as she had wanted.  Her arm was beginning to tall asleep as
well, pinned between her body and the counter.

   She pushed the bottle back towards the window and removed her pinned
arm. Leaning, she breathed slowly and deeply, trying to let the tension
drain from her legs and arms.  She realized she had been holding nearly
every muscle in her body, it seemed, stiff in anticipation of her orgasm.

   She looked down and saw her panties on the floor.  She left them.  It
made her feel naughty.

   . . . . .

   After taking care of laundry and tidying up the house Lori made lunch
for her and Harry, then the two of them read books until it was time to
drive to preschool.  On the drive to school, Lori found her hand drifting
between her legs and half-seriously wished it were summer so she could wear
a skirt for easier access.

   She gave a kiss to Harry and said "See you in a little while, sweetie,"
leaving him in the care of Mrs.  Morgan, the highly competent head
preschool teacher.

   "Where is Samantha?" she asked of Mrs.  Morgan, referring to the young
perky student teacher that Harry loved, "I haven't seen her for awhile."

   "Oh, didn't you get the notice?  Samantha moved on to a different grade
in the elementary to finish up her internship."

   "Oh, that's too bad.  I really liked her, and Harry simply loved her."

   Lori finished her pleasantries and walked back to her modest four-door
sedan thinking of Samantha.  Lori had been refusing to admit it, but she
knew that she was attracted to Samantha.

   Samantha was 21 or 22 about 5'5" and very slender.  She typically wore
dresses or skirts that showed off her gorgeous slender legs and tight
little butt, and had made several entrees into Lori's fantasy life.

   Sitting in her car at the side of the school parking lot Lori thought of
Samantha and imagined driving by the school, without Harrison, and finding
Samantha in need of a ride.  Her little daydream quickly transformed into a
parent/teacher conference where the young teacher wasted no time telling
Lori how it was her fault that Harry was struggling.  How she should be
punished.  The humiliation quickly had Lori excited, although she didn't
know why and imagining the young woman's legs had Lori rubbing her pussy
through her jeans.

   With a quick glance around the parking lot, Lori undid her jeans and
slid a hand inside.  A loud sigh announced the arrival of Lori's hand under
her panties and on her pussy.  She quickly rubbed herself to near orgasm
and anticipating relief when another car pulled into the parking lot next
to her.

   "Shit!  This is not my fucking day," she thought angrily.  And then just
as quickly laughed at herself and the ridiculousness of what her problems
for the day had been.  My son interrupted my masturbating, I couldn't shove
a wine bottle down my throat and then a car kept me from cumming in the
preschool parking lot.

   "Well at least I can laugh about it," she thought.

   . . . . .

   As Lori pulled into her driveway she noticed Nick across the street and
waved.  Nick and Jen were one of the three other neighbors in their small
cul-de-sac.  So far she and Brad had met everyone, but had not really
gotten to know any of their new neighbors well.  Everyone seemed nice, and
normal, and reasonably attractive.  Nick and Jen had three kids one of whom
was a boy Harry's age.

   The other neighbors all had kids as well, including the Cristendens who
still had two teenage daughters living at home.  Well at least Lori thought
they were teenagers.  The youngest one might be only 11 or 12.

   Lori closed her car door and walked out of the garage to the mailbox to
receive the daily catalogues and bills.  Nick was doing the same thing. 
Nick ran his own business and worked from home, although Lori saw him
rarely.  He and Jen were nice, and Nick was in-shape and attractive.  He
and Lori had only spoken a couple times, and Lori had noticed he appeared
relatively quiet, but seemed to have a confidence about him that was
appealing.