Article 103067 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe@access.awinc.com (Caesar)
Subject: "Dream #2" (Mf)
Date: 26 Oct 1995 22:56:27 GMT

[Caesar writes several fantasy tales by request from Samantha.
Samantha is the alias of another girlfriend(e-mail) - these are erotic
fantasies and attempts at romance, she _loved_ the stories.]

			       Dream #2
			       ========
			    by Caesar(92)
		     (upon request from Samantha)

	I do have limits! I mean I am a crook, sure, but that does not
mean I would do many other illegal activities. Even thieves have a
code of honour, if you will. What am I talking about?

	Well, I had a job to do. My business partner would case out a
place, usually posing as a salesman or a meter reader, and it was my
job to go in and empty the joint. Easy! And it usually is, except for
this one time. Now I don't carry a gun, but just a knife for cutting
away cords, or jimmying stuck cabinets. So I always try to B&E while
the occupants are not home. I was already in the house, a normal
middle-class dwelling which was chosen for my exploits because of the
amount of toys. Electronic toys. Excellent turn-over value. This job
would bring me personally over a thousand bucks!

	Yet this job was not so easy!

	There was someone in the house. A temptation that would
perhaps have beguiled a less ethical man. A totally unforeseen
disaster could happen if I didn't get out very quick. I was upstairs
going through the main bedrooms drawers and closets and had already
collected several pieces of jewelry. The sound from downstairs was
unmistaken, a woman was crying! I almost shit my drawers, my partner
had assured me the place was empty, the family had left for the
evening. I suddenly pictured myself cuffed in the back seat of a
police cruiser, not a vision I wanted fulfilled.

	To get out of the house, I had to go back downstairs. I may be
a thief but that doesn't mean I can climb! Nor did I bring rope. Damn,
damn, damn, damn!

	Moving as fast as I could while still stepping softly I crept
downstairs. I saw a flickering light that was not there when I entered
the house. It was the fireplace in the large living room that was
giving that eerie red glow. It certainly was not there when I had
left, perhaps someone returned home without my hearing. Doubtful but
possible.

	I still stood on the stairs but could see into the large
immaculate living room. A person lay upon the floor, the sound of her
crying louder. She was not crying loudly, but weeping to herself, yet
in this quiet house the sound was very deafening. My muscles shook
with fear, my hands were sweaty and my teeth ground together.

	Finally I reached the bottom of the stairs and snuck another
peek at the woman before I would exit from the front door and run like
hell. I saw an attractive small woman, dressed very nicely, laying
upon the floor facing the fire. From my angle I could see the tears
upon her cheeks, and her sad round face. My heart went out to her, but
what could I do? If she saw me, off to the big house for sure! I crept
to the door of the living room and watched her for a bit more. If she
was OK, then I would leave. In that light I could see everything,
though with a reddish glow, even the wine glass half-filled sitting
next to her. I studied the profile of the lady. And that was what she
was - a lady; older perhaps early thirties, she had that cuddly
appearance that attracted me, she wore professional conservative
clothing yet still very feminine, short blond hair that radiated the
irregular light.

	It was time to leave. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but
it had to be about ten minutes. Karma I expect. When I was about to
turn and go, I realized she was looking right at me!

	Her eyes wide in surprise, I didn't see fear, she stared
directly into mine. I realized I should have put on a mask or
balaclava when I heard someone in the house. "I... I won't hurt you."
I realized I must look fearful, black pants and shirt, black leather
gloves and runners, and a duffle bag under an arm. One of her dainty
hands came up and wiped a cheek dry. "I'm sorry for everything... I
will leave now... "

	I stepped back one pace then froze upon hearing her voice.
"Don't go!" A voice filled with desperation and surprise. Yet
surprisingly still no fear. I would have still turned tail and run if
not for those two words. Why would she ask me to stay? Were the police
on their way already? Perhaps she had a gun trained upon me? I froze
in fear and astonishment.

	I turned back in time to see her wipe the other cheek dry. She
mumbled, "I'm sorry... " She surprised me again? Was I not the
intruder, the crook, the thief? It was obvious she did not fear me.
"My name is Samantha," she stood awkwardly since her skirt hindered
the movement, "please come in and sit down." She motioned towards a
large comfortable couch. I was struck silent, but followed mutely her
commands. I sat looking into her pretty face, and saw her smile. A
happy, honest and earnest smile, filled with trust and something else?
From my seat I could smell her perfume, I know not the name but it
filled my head and caused my heart to flutter.

	Samantha took a seat next to me, about a foot distant, easily
within arms distance. Her soft eyes met mine and I melted in her look.
Perhaps she was stalling for the cops, yet something in the ladies
manner suggested I was wrong. She asked quietly, politely, "What is
your name?"

	I didn't want to tell her the truth, it could be used against
me in a court of law. So I gave her my nickname, the one used by my
business acquaintances, "Caesar." She reached out and took my hand
held it firmly in her warm grasp. I of course let her, yet knew at any
moment I could overpower this small woman and leave. But who was in
power here? At that moment I contemplated forcing myself upon her. And
I quickly discarded the notion, the lady was above that, even above
me. And as I have said, I do have limits. One of those is that I will
steal, but never hurt a person intentionally or otherwise. "I should
go!" Indeed I should!

	She held me more firmly, "No please stay!" I knew she would
let go if I insisted. I didn't. Samantha hung her head, looking down
at her lap, almost in shame. To my distress her smile was gone. "I
want you to make love to me." So quiet I'm sure I must have mistaken
her words. After several seconds of silence, she looked up into my
eyes, her look hard. "Here on the floor, make love to me here." I
looked down at the large fur rug, perhaps a polar bear. Then let my
eyes wander over the older woman's form, she lifted her chin and
waited for my inspection to end.

	Of course I wanted her, I was a young male after all. But I
was crude, used to the streets, the women of he gutter. What did I
know about "making love", in my world we called it sex or just
f%$*ing!

	Yet in the end I pulled my hand from hers and placed it upon
her right bosom. Was their any doubt reader? Samantha closed her eyes
and sighed deeply. Soon both hands were gently caressing and fondling
the round soft breasts. She wore a silk pearl colored blouse, loose,
and a brassier underneath. And yet her nipples were very visible, they
also poked into my palm exciting me beyond her earlier words. Both
hands trembled when I placed them upon her lap, and began to worm then
up her taunt skirt. Though my gaze was fixed to the placement of my
hands, I saw out the corner of my eye as she began to slowly unbutton
her blouse.

	Nirvana, the lady wore stockings! The type with garters and
all the fixings. I felt the heat of her bare upper thigh as the tips
of my fingers reached skin. Now I knew even if the police were
outside, I would not care. For this moment was foremost in my mind.
Nothing else mattered.

	I pulled my hands out from the tight confines of her skirt and
began to help her with the blouse. Soon it was off, thrown upon the
floor behind the couch. Her bra was unclasped from the front, and her
breasts moved with delight to be unconfined. My mouth watered! She
stood up before me, her hands reaching behind her to undo the white
skirt, it fell to the floor very quickly. Her hands reached for her
garter belt but I intercepted her and nodded no. I wanted her to keep
the white stockings on, they pleasured my visual senses immensely.
Samantha smiled knowingly and hooked a thumb under the corners of her
panties. Again I stopped her.

	She looked down at me in surprise as I bent forward and
planted a kiss upon her white silk undergarment. I could taste her
moist pleasure soaking the silk, the smell intoxicating, the heat
overpowering. My head swam. She groaned as my lips touched her, almost
begging with that one sound for another. Again my lips touch the fine
fabric, and this time I noticed the discoloration from its being wet.
Samantha's small hands intertwined in my hair and held my head, she
wanted more. Yet so did I.

	Using my teeth, I pulled the left side of the panty down to
mid- hip. I immediately moved to the other side, and pulled it down.
Moving to the center, my nose already within a bush so fine and thick
that I am amazed I found the strength to continue. My teeth pulled her
panties to her lower thighs, where they fell promptly to her knees. I
had noticed a length of her excitement trail behind the panties which
finally broke after a length. This lady did indeed want a lowly man
like myself! She now stood clothed the way I most desired her, she was
beautiful!

	"Lay upon your carpet Samantha." An order, yet it brought a
huge smile to her face and prompt response. She lay upon her back, her
legs slightly spread, her knees bent, her hands running up and down
her thighs and across her stomach. Her eyes followed me intently,
waiting!

	I stood over her, my hands quickly undoing my shirt, then my
shoes and my pants. I saw one of her hands cup a breast and I slowed
down forcing her to wait. As I inched my pants down my long legs,
bending over so she had not seem my sex yet, I also watched her. The
lady was wiggling her bottom in her impatience, her hand upon her
breast was molding it to her desires, the other was scratching with
nails upon those warm soft thighs and stockings. I stood straight!

	Of course the preceding events had excited me and my pole was
at its height. Her gasp of thankful pleasure very loud, as I took two
steps and stood over her prone body, my legs straddling her waist.
Samantha looked straight up into my charms, then quickly stole a
glance at my face, and back down. I stoked my throbbing member gently,
mostly for effect. She lifted her back off the rug and rolled to
either side, hungry for what was next. The reddish glow illuminated us
devilishly. I thought the she looked positively delightful and very
yummy. Yet I held off for perhaps a moment, teasing both of us.

	Taking my time I slowly ended up kneeling between her thighs
which she had spread to accommodate me. Soon I was on all fours, my
hands to either side of her chest. With minute precision my object of
desire engulfed my raging stallion within its wet folds. I sank to the
hilt, gasping in the initial pleasure. Samantha's hand came up, one to
hold the back of my neck, the other to grasp my tight buttock. She set
the rhythm for our coupling.

	I know not if I was making love, but I tried, both for her
sake and mine. It was the most intense and pleasurable experience in
my twenty years. For this I would go to jail for an uncountable
period.

	The speed of our love was slow, our sex joining softly, the
tip of my pole exiting her confines before again entering. Again and
again. In all truthfulness I know not how long we continued in this
fashion, nor did I care. At one point, I arched my back and tasted
upon the hard little buds of her nipples. The taste intoxicating, and
very stimulating. There would not be much longer for my explosion, I
was amazed that I lasted this long with the fine lady. When she lifted
her stocking covered legs and wrapped them around my waist, that was
too much! Both her arms encircled my head and neck, then she began to
move below me. Faster with every thrust, we accelerated desperately,
with almost magic. I believe I held her body completely as she lifted
herself off the ground and moved in time to me.

	I was the first to finish. My orgasm shot through me like a
bolt of energy that drained me very quickly. I barely even noticed
that she had screamed out and began to thrash and buckle beneath me.
Samantha clung to me in passion while both of our bodies went through
a simultaneous passion release. Both of our muscles quivered in
delight and exhaustion as we fell to the ground, neither of us with a
reserve of energy left.

	The fire crackled and snapped lazily, inciting me to fall
asleep within my new lovers arms, both still locked by our tired
organs. I held her body completely as she lifted herself off the
ground and moved in time to me.

	I was the first to finish. My orgasm shot through me like a
bolt of energy that drained me very quickly. I barely even noticed
that she had almost screamed out and began to thrash and buckle
beneath me. Samantha clung to me in passion while both of our bodies
went through a simultaneous passion release. Our muscles quivered in
delight and exhaustion as we fell to the ground, neither of us with a
reserve of energy left.

	The fire crackled and snapped lazily, inciting me to fall
asleep within my new lovers arms, both still locked by our tired
bodies.

	The remaining narrative of this story is not very interesting
- I left the lady sleeping beautifully upon that large white fur rug,
her body still glistening by the flickering of the dying firelight. I
stole away and never saw her again. But I still wonder?!

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