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Daydreams

By Kim

Introduction

You can blame this on another weekend spent at my boyfriend's parents'
house. Thanks to my new portable computer, I can waste my time writing
dirty stories even more now. It's a hard life, but I must endure.

This piece, surprisingly enough for me, contains not a scrap of
autobiographical detail. Yep, that's right, I made it all up. Amazing!
But then again there are some details that... oh the hell with it.
Just read the story.

After my last story, which I admit was very sad, this one is a
complete change. If I really push, I might even describe it as
humorous. But I'm not in the same class as M1ke, so don't expect to
die laughing, or anything.

Remember, it's not worth getting into trouble over, so don't read it
if there's a chance it might do that. It's only a story after all.

Final note: My very good friend Taria makes a guest appearance in this
story. I do have her permission for this. Thanks Taria, I owe you one.
Or is that two?



Daydreams

By Kim

The ocean rolled leisurely in across the golden sand. I lay some way
up the beach, luxuriating in the warm breeze blowing gently over my
near naked flesh, and the softness of the blanket underneath me. I
looked up at the two young Polynesian women smiling sweetly at me as
they wafted large fans made of coconut leaves overhead.

I leaned up on my elbows and watched Rob emerge from the surf,
slicking back his hair and shaking his hands, his chest hair flattened
wetly against him. I was glad he still retained his physique, even now
in his late thirties.   But I guess I would still have loved him with
a beer belly.

My right hand idly found its way to my crotch. I started to massage
myself through my yellow bikini bottoms as he approached. I was
looking forward to another passionate session out here on the deserted
beach, with only my two fan girls for an audience.

"How was the water, my love?" I asked. He turned to look at me and
smiled.

"Isn't it your turn to do the grocery shop?" he said. 

"What?" I said. He had come into the kitchen and disturbed my reverie.

"It's your turn for the shopping," he said. I sighed wistfully. The
beach had evaporated into a mundane Saturday morning at home.

"Yeah, I suppose it is. Ya wanna come with me?" I asked, hopefully.

"Nah, I got work to do. Don't be long, I need your help with
something," he said.

* * *

I pulled the car out into the traffic and headed for the market. The
desert stretched out before me as I pushed the throttle full to the
floor. The speed climbed to over a hundred as the Corvette throbbed
into full flight.

My companion whistled. He was a hitch-hiker I'd picked up only an hour
earlier. He was cute, probably barely in his twenties. I squirmed in
my seat, as I deliberately let my short skirt ride up. I knew he would
like the view of my thighs.

"Man, this thing can really fly," he said, in open admiration.

"Do you like fast cars?" I asked, turning to look at him. It was my
turn to admire. He was a handsome boy. Broad shoulders, slender hips,
kissable lips. I undid the top button of my blouse. And then another.

"Oh, sure. One day I'll own a baby like this," he said, still lost in
admiration for the car.

"How about fast women. Do you like them?" I asked, undoing another
button and putting my hand inside to massage my breast. He turned to
look at me. He was momentarily taken aback by my wanton display, but
then smiled and licked his lips.

"Are you a fast woman, Kim?" he asked. I smiled and ran my tongue
around my lips keeping our eyes locked together, giving him my best
"slut" look. I removed my hand from my breast and slowly slid it
between my legs, pushing my skirt up past the front of my panties. His
eyebrows raised as I continued with my display.

"Would you like to kiss me there?" I said, rubbing my hand over my
damp panties. He didn't say another word, just bent down and put his
face in my lap. I tried to spread my legs as wide as I could. It was
getting hard to concentrate on the road, especially traveling at this
speed.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I'd missed the turning into the parking lot. I
snapped my legs back together as I hurriedly looked for a place to
turn. This daydreaming was getting out of hand. I could kill someone
not concentrating on my driving like that. I managed to do a U-turn,
much to the annoyance of some other drivers, and headed back for the
market turn off.

* * *

I parked and locked the car. I needed some cash so I headed for the
bank adjacent to the shops. The damn ATM was busted again. I sighed
and went into the bank.

There were long lines of miserable looking people. We shuffled along
at a snail's pace. Suddenly there was shouting and screaming. I froze
in horror.   A man and a woman were waving guns about and shouting it
was a hold up, like something from a movie. We all stood stock still,
not knowing what to do. The man waved his gun at us and told us to get
on the floor. Nobody moved for a moment, so he angrily stepped forward
and hit a woman customer. She shrieked and fell to the ground. We all
followed suit. I looked over the other way. The woman bank robber held
the door guard by his collar and thrust a gun into his neck. She
looked round nervously, backing away from the door. She screamed to
her friend to hurry up.

The man pointed the gun at the nearest teller and ordered her to back
away.   He jumped over the counter and started to fill a paper sack
with bills.

I eased my hand behind my back and flipped the safety off my nine
millimeter pistol. I carefully pulled it free from its holster and
tucked it under the front of my jacket. I looked over to the woman
bank robber. She was busy looking out the door, only occasionally
looking our way. I checked the other bank robber again. He was busy
filling his sack and had even put his gun down.

I stood up and with one fluid movement jumped the counter and landed
next to him putting one hand on his gun and pointing mine at his
crotch.

"One wrong move and kiss these goodbye," I whispered. Over the years
I'd found pointing a gun at a man's balls a far better deterrent than
merely threatening to kill him. He raised his hands, and mouthed a
silent "Ok". I dropped down to a squatting position, pulling him with
me. I cuffed him to a foot rail running along the base of the counter.
I leaned forward and whispered "Don't move honey, I'll be back for you
later". I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and started to crawl
along behind the counter, towards the front where his girlfriend was.

When I was level with where she was holding the guard I stopped and
turned back to look at the handcuffed man. I put my finger to my lips
telling him to stay quiet. I peeked over the counter. She was still
holding the guard tightly and looking out the door. She glanced back
towards where her companion should be and looked puzzled. She shouted
out to him, asking him what the hell was he doing and to hurry up.

I ducked down and looked back at the cuffed man. I was worried for the
first time. Up close, I realized the woman wasn't just holding a gun
on the guard, she had a machine pistol. Enough fire power to kill us
all.

I shrugged at the man and made a throat slitting gesture to him and
then pointed at the girl. He shook his head frantically. I reached up
to a nearby desk and quietly picked up a bag of quarters and mouthed a
"Sorry" to him.

I threw the money across the room at a water cooler. It made a
satisfying crash. I went to stand up. The man tried to rise, but was
held down by the cuffs. He shouted a warning to the girl, as I knew he
would. I looked over the counter and then ducked down again holding my
fingers over my ears.   As I'd hoped, the combination of the water
cooler crash and his warning had resulted in her letting rip.

The sound of the machine pistol emptying its clip at the cooler, in
such a confined space, was awesome. It lasted only a couple of seconds
before the silence returned. As I had covered my ears I was probably
the only one who could hear the distinctive tinkling of the empty
shells hitting the marble floor. I stood up and carefully climbed over
the counter, keeping my gun on the girl. She looked as shocked as
everyone else, at the fury of the machine gun. She'd emptied the
thing, of course, as I'd hoped.

I pulled it from her grasp and placed the barrel of my gun against her
forehead. I roughly spun her around and pushed her up against the
wall.

"Ok, Honey, spread 'em," I barked.

"I beg your pardon?" the girl behind the counter said. I went to say
something, but for a moment nothing would come out.

"Sorry, miles away," I eventually managed.

"Sounds like you were having fun," she said, smiling. I blushed
furiously when I realized how it must have sounded to her. I hurriedly
collected my cash and left as quickly as decorum would allow.

* * *

I pulled the shopping cart from the rack and headed into the shop. I
was still groaning at myself for that last display. This really was
getting out of hand. I had to get a grip.

I carefully placed items in the cart and tried desperately to keep my
mind on the job in hand. It was the vegetable aisle. I picked up a bag
of carrots and studied them for any imperfections. It occurred to me
that I knew exactly who would like these.

She was right on time. She stood there carrying her briefcase and
dressed immaculately in her tan pants suit and prim white blouse.
She'd come straight from work.

"Hello Taria," I said, in my best sexy voice. She smiled and bent
forward for a kiss. I smiled back and obliged. I liked it so much I
leaned forward and kissed her again. We hugged like lovers. I ran my
fingers through her hair and closed my eyes in pleasure. She smelled
so good I wanted to drag her to bed then and there. But I didn't.

I ushered her into the living room, told her to kick off her shoes,
took her briefcase and put it away. I returned with a drink and handed
it to her.

"So, you decided to come after all," I said. She smiled her wicked
smile.

"As if I could refuse," she said. She had been extremely busy lately,
I wasn't sure if she would come.

"How could I turn down a special birthday treat from you?" she said,
licking her lips.

"You can't. It's as simple as that!" I said, laughing. We sat and
sipped our drinks, just gazing at each other and smiling. Nothing
needed to be said.

"Are you ready?" I asked, putting down my drink. She nodded. I stood
up and took her hand and led her to the middle of the room. I picked
up the silk scarf and wound it round to form a blindfold. I gently
placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

"Is that comfortable?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded. I reached
round and removed her jacket. I came round to her front and started to
unbutton her blouse. With each button I kissed her on the cheek,
alternating with each button.

I pulled the fully open blouse clear of her pants and slid it down
over her shoulders. I kissed down her arms as I slowly uncovered them.
I went round to her back, ran my fingers up and down her spine as I
kissed her neck and murmured how beautiful she was. I undid her bra
and pushed both the straps from her pale shoulders. The sudden
exposure of her breasts made her gasp and flush slightly.

I reached under her arms and cupped both breasts as I licked the back
of her left ear. She moaned and leaned back against me. We stayed like
that for several moments. Regretfully I let go her breasts and picked
up the bra I wanted her to wear for her birthday treat.

I put it on her and fastened it at the back. I tenderly lifted each
breast to settle it comfortably into the low-cut cup, leaving them
thrusting forward and completely exposed. Bending down I nibbled each
nipple, till it was firm and jutting.

I carried on kissing down her belly till I reached her pants. I undid
them and pulled them down. She held on to my shoulder as she lifted up
each foot and allowed me to remove the pants completely.

I reached up and pulled down her pantyhose and pulled them off. I
kissed her feet then kissed my way back up her legs to her panties. I
placed my forehead on her lower belly, letting my nose nestle into the
curve of her inviting mound. I closed my eyes and slowly rubbed my
face up and down as I squeezed both of her buttocks with my hands. I
wanted so much to pull down her panties and lick her. But I managed to
restrain myself.

Still kneeling in front of her I gently put my fingers into the top of
her panties and pulled them down to her feet. She stepped out of them.
They were soaked. I smiled, I hadn't lost my touch.

I gave her one quick kiss on the top of her pubic bush and stood up.
She groaned again.

"Not long now, gorgeous, not long now," I reassured her. I put a
matching garter belt on her and rolled up some sheer black stockings
and attached them. The last item was a pair of four inch black shiny
stiletto heels. I stood back to admire her sexy appearance. She was so
beautiful. I wanted so much to go to bed with her.

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Before we went in I kissed
her as passionately as I could. Two last things to do. I applied some
of the reddest lipstick I had to her full lips and then carefully felt
between her legs.   My middle finger slid in with no resistance at
all. She was panting and trembling as I opened the door and led her
inside.

Laying naked on the bed, with a sheet totally failing to cover his
impressive erection, was Taria's husband. I bowed to him.

"I bring you your Queen," I said. Reaching up behind Taria I kissed
her neck, and whispered "Enjoy your birthday treat, my darling," as I
undid her blindfold and withdrew, closing the door behind me.

I smiled as I sucked on my slippery middle finger.

I looked up and focused my eyes on the present. A little old lady was
watching me. I withdrew my finger from my mouth as nonchalantly as I
could. She grinned and winked at me. I smiled weakly back at her and
blushed. I left the vegetable aisle as quickly as I could.

* * *

Shopping done, I stood in the line waiting to pay for my goods. There
was a rack of magazines nearby to tempt bored shoppers. On the cover
of one of them was a picture of the Russian space station with one of
our shuttles attached.

It had been an uneventful mission so far. Even my hastily learned
Russian had held up. The place was a mess, but I expected that with
mostly men living here. I had been on board only three days before the
subject of sex came up. I suppose it was only natural, three men cut
off from their wives and girlfriends for so long.

To cut a long story short, pretty soon they were becoming resentful.
They wouldn't talk to me any more than they had to. I had to do
something to alleviate the situation, and save the mission. But I
wasn't about to become just a fuck-toy for three horny cosmonauts.

One evening Dimitri called us all together and produced a bottle of
vodka.   He proposed a wager. If I could perform a certain task he had
in mind, then they would do my bidding for the rest of the mission. If
I failed then I would do theirs. At first I refused to have anything
to do with it. But the vodka and the worsening relations persuaded me
I had to do something to turn things around.

We floated into the biggest room. He took up position in one corner
and I took the opposite corner. We both began to remove our one-piece
coveralls.   I did an elegant back somersault as I jettisoned my
thermal panties. It was like being inside a giant washing machine as
the discarded clothes floated freely about. I pulled my hair back into
a pony tail. It was fun watching it drift about, but it would be no
help in this situation. Even my normally small breasts gently
undulated with a life of their own in the weightlessness.

Yuri swam about collecting the clothes and removing them from the
arena.   Both Dimitri and I were now as naked as nature intended us.
The contest began.

Holding onto a hand grip I watched as Dimitri started to play with
himself.   He pumped away enthusiastically for about five minutes. I
was beginning to think he wasn't going to be able to do it under the
unusual circumstances, but he started to grunt and shudder. A long
string of goo shot forth across the room, followed by several smaller
strings and globules. They floated into the middle of the room with
surprising speed.

I launched across to intercept them, as the wager decreed. My side of
the bet was to catch every drop before it stuck to any of the
bulkheads or instrumentation. I was allowed to use any orifice I
chose, but I figured I'd stick to my mouth, it was a lot easier to
maneuver than my pussy.

I had to laugh when one of them switched on some music and the strains
of the Blue Danube filled the station.

I was after the initial squirt, as it was moving the fastest. It was
beginning to form a complex pattern and tumble over itself. I had to
try and get in front of it and let its momentum take it cleanly into
my open mouth.

I got in position and let it come to momma. It was a bit like sucking
up a piece of spaghetti. I had to keep twisting in space to follow the
length of its curved pattern. Having successfully swallowed the first
jet I went after the followers.

I swam from side to side sucking up floating spheres of cum like some
mad vacuum cleaner. Eventually I managed them all, though it had been
very close run thing. I triumphantly floated over to Dimitri and
sucked the last string of cum floating free but still attached to his
shrunken member. He bucked as I roughly licked the end of his prick.

He congratulated me on my performance. Why shouldn't he, it had been
brilliant, even if I say so myself. With a wonderfully wicked grin I
floated back over to my original corner and grabbed a couple of hand
grips. I lazily floated up parallel with the floor and spread my legs
as wide as they go.   This was going to be a fun mission after all.

"Ok boys, dinner is served. Come and get some American fast food.
Tongues only, no pricks invited," I said.

The girl on the checkout frowned at me. "What?!?!" she said.

"Oh nothing, my mind was just... floating for a moment. I paid and
left hurriedly with my shopping.

* * *

Nothing much happened on the way home except for the incident with the
traffic cop, his lady partner, and the handcuffs.

I got home and dropped the shopping in the kitchen. I almost ran to
our home office, where I knew Rob would be working.

"Hi darlin'," he said casually ,without looking up. I grasped the back
of his chair and spun it round to face me. I frowned at him. Without
saying a word I reached up under my skirt and pulled down my panties
and stepped out of them. Tuning them inside out I sat down in his lap
and rubbed the wet panties over his face. My juices gleamed across his
nose and forehead. I leaned down and licked him clean.

"Excuse me, but... did you just do what I think you just did, or am I
just imagining it?" he said. I grinned and kissed him.

The End



This work of fantasy is not in the Public Domain. I will consider any
request to place it on a personal web site, but not any commercial
sites.

I'm vain enough to love any, and all, fan mail. So if you want to
stroke my ego then do so at the following address  kim@nym.alias.net
I do my best to answer all letters.

This and my other stories can be found at my very own web site,
courtesy of my good friend The Bear.

Kim

November 1997


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