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Dreams and Awakening - Part Two: A Swim and a Pillow
Fight
The next morning was clear and warm. Christie busied
herself with minor chores while waiting for the one o'
clock swimming date. Her erotically charged dream of
the night before was only a hazy ghost of a memory.
As she went about her routine, fragments of the dream
would appear for a fraction of a second, and she would
twitch, just a little.
She spent nearly thirty minutes deciding what swimsuit
to wear. She wanted to be sexy, but she didn't want
to appear sluttish. She had a thong bikini she wore
once as a joke, but decided it was just too
uncomfortable. She had a black one-piece that fitted
her like a second skin, but it seemed too utilitarian.
She finally decided on a turquoise two-piece...daring,
but not outrageous. The top lifted her breasts
nicely, showing a tempting slice of cleavage. The
bottom piece was snug around her hips, and the
material thin enough to suggest the outline of labia.
Shortly before one, she placed a bottle of champagne
in an ice bucket, and poured a carafe of chilled
orange juice. She thought mimosas would be nice
addendum to the heat and swimming. She brought out a
couple of towels, some sunscreen, an old, large floppy
hat, and some curved Ray-Bans. She placed the
summertime accoutrements on a poolside table, and
stretched out on a chaise lounge, her lithe body
flexing, the muscles and tendons marking sweet
territory.
"Christie? You there, sweetie?"
Christie raised her head slightly. She saw Melissa's
face over the tall fence. "Over here, Melissa. Come
in through the gate on your right."
Melissa opened the latch and the redwood gate swung
open. Melissa stood there in a dark-blue tankini, the
top a stretchy thin material which molded itself to
her breasts, the nipples poking out. Below her
breasts, the material became sheer, exposing the
narrow, nicely formed midriff. Her navel was an outie,
Christie saw. The bottoms were very brief, the top
skating the edge of her pubic hair, and the weight of
her mound dimpling the fabric. She was carrying a
large bag.
Melissa walked in on those elegant tanned legs, feet
in barely there sandals. She came to sit beside
Christie in the other chaise, bending down in a
graceful and casual swoop, and lifting her legs onto
the lounge with ease and style.
"Darling, this is just perfect! What a lovely pool!
And champagne. This is just what I need."
Christie reached out and touched Melissa's hand for a
second, a quick squeeze. "I'm glad you're here.
That's a lovely suit!"
Melissa stroked the fabric with the back of her hand.
"Thank you kindly. And you look delicious in that
little number!"
Christie almost blushed. "That's sweet of you. Would
you like a mimosa to start things off?"
"I'd love one."
Christie got up to pour the champagne and orange juice
into the tall glasses. She floated an orange slice in
each glass, cold and bubbly. She handed one to
Melissa, they clinked glasses and took a deep sip.
"Ah...." Melissa said. "That's perfect. She took
another drink, then put the glass down on the table.
"Christie, would you mind taking this sunscreen and
putting it on my back? I did the rest of me before I
came over, but I couldn't do much of the back." She
reached in her bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion.
Christie took the bottle. "Sure, honey. Then you
could do my back, deal?"
"Deal." Melissa turned around and raised the back of
her tankini up, exposing the skin to the nape of her
neck.
Christie poured a small amount of lotion into her
palm, and slowly moved her hand towards Melissa's
naked back. She touched the smooth muscles, and
spread the lotion in a spiral motion over the back.
Melissa arched her back under Christie's smooth touch.
She made a guttural sound of sybaritic delight.
After she finished, Melissa folded her top down over
herself, and then turned to Christie. Christie's
narrow back strap didn't need undoing. Melissa took
the lotion in both hands, and then placed her palms on
Christie's shoulder blades. She moved her hands down
in circular patterns, the fingers splayed to spread
the lotion. Christie shivered under the touch.
They wiped their hands on their towels. Christie
stood up, and walked to the edge of the pool, poised
in a diving position. She turned around, grinned, and
said, "Last one in makes the next drinks!"
Melissa said, "Is that so?" She smiled to match
Christie, and leaped from where she stood just as
Christie bent forward to hit the water. It was
possibly a tie; their bodies hit the cool water about
the same time.
The water felt good after the warm sunshine and
chilled mimosas. They splashed around, giggling a
little. The water plastered the top of Melissa's suit
to her chest, and the chill brought her nipples to
points. Christie tried to look without staring, as
they bounced up and down. Her own nipples were
equally erect, and the fabric rubbing on them gave her
erotic twinges that radiated down her belly to the
plump weight of her labia.
Melissa stretched out and swam away from Christie in a
strong crawl. She rotated her body into a perfect
backstroke. As she swam the length of the pool,
Christie admired the athleticism of her beautiful
neighbor. The arms windmilled gracefully backwards
and the feet kicked evenly. Melissa cut through the
water like she was born to it.
But Christie wasn't so bad herself. She had excelled
in swimming in college. She launched herself in
parallel course to Melissa, and did a powerful crawl
until she was side by side. Melissa twisted around to
match Christie's stroke and they silently fell into a
race.
It felt really good to stretch and work the muscles.
They swam strongly to the opposite end of the pool,
reversed course with powerful legs, and swam with
growing effort. Christie was determined to show
Melissa that she could keep up.
Two more laps, and they were still neck and neck. At
the end of the pool nearest their seats, Melissa
stopped swimming, and gasped, "Tie?"
Christie also stopped, and between deep breaths, she
said, "Agreed. Wow! That was great, Melissa. I feel
so good!"
Melissa nodded, her breathing starting to slow. She
held on with one hand to the edge of the pool. "So,
who makes the drinks?"
Christie giggled, and said, "I guess I do. Tie goes
to the visitor." She pulled herself out of the pool.
She felt her bottoms start to slip down, exposing a
shapely cheek. She was about to reach down and pull
them up, but decided against it. She wanted a little
exposure.
Melissa pulled herself out of the pool, water dripping
from her close-fitting suit. Christie paused in the
middle of lifting the champagne to watch Melissa's
suit bottom edge ever lower. A dark curl of pubic
hair peeked over the edge. Melissa did not reach down
to adjust it.
Melissa toweled her hair. She looked around, and
said, "That's a pretty high fence."
Christie poured the champagne. "Yes. We wanted some
privacy when we put in the pool."
Melissa said, "Well, the reason I mentioned it was
that over in Europe, they're a lot freer in the way
they dress for swimming. I mean, I got used to going
topless. Since the fence is so high, and they're
aren't that many people around, would you mind.....?"
Melissa's hands were poised at the bottom of the
tankini's top.
Christie paused for a half a second. She could feel
sexual tension hovering. She finally said, "No, go
right ahead. In fact, I think I might join you."
Christie reached to the back of her neck and untied
the knot. She reached around her, her eyes on
Melissa, and undid the back strap. She shrugged her
shoulders forward, and the cups of her bikini top fell
into her hands.
Melissa pulled her top over her head in a deliberate
fashion. The bottom edge of her breasts caught the
edge of the material, and then snapped upwards, baring
the dark-nippled globes. Her breasts had thick brown
nipples, in puffy aureolae half a shade darker than
the nipples. Melissa finished pulling her top over
her head, the breasts moving a little. She deposited
the top on the back of the chaise.
Christie pulled her hands away from her breasts. For
some reason, she felt that this was as much a
competition as the swimming. Well, she decided, she
didn't have to worry. Melissa's breasts were
beautiful, but her own firm tits could stand their
own. Under the ever-present undercurrent of
eroticism, she felt the tingle of unspoken conflict.
Her breasts stood high, the nipples becoming erect in
the breeze.
Melissa accepted the glass from Christie with a warm
smile. They sat down, drank and chatted easily about
movie, books, and shopping.
Around three, Melissa stood up slowly said, "Well,
darling, this has been smashing. But I've got some
errands to run. Something at the bank, and I have to
do a little shopping. I've got my clothes in this
bag. Could I change in your house?"
Christie also got up. "Sure, sweetie." She indicated
the large French doors off the patio. "This is the
way to bedroom. I need to get dressed as well, start
thinking about dinner and the like."
They made their way into the dark chill of the
bedroom. The king-size bed was made casually, large
blue pillows lying on top of the spread. Melissa
paused by the dresser, and peeled her suit briefs from
her hips. At the other end of the bed, Christie
thought, "Oh, hell, why not" and stripped her own
briefs off. Melissa had a curly thatch of hair above
the lips of her pussy, but the lips themselves were
innocent of hair. They were heavy, darker than the
rest of her skin, and the slit revealed the shiny head
of her clitoris.
Melissa paused for a second, her briefs folded in her
hand. "That was a good race, Christie. We're going
to have to have a rematch."
Christie smiled, "Anytime, hon. I'll take you on. It
was fun."
"But I'll win next time." Melissa grinned.
"Oh, you think so? We'll have to see."
"I guess I'm just competitive by nature," Melissa
said, distractedly.
As Christie turned away, she heard a rustling behind
her. The bedclothes were being pulled back. She
caught her breath, her breasts moving up and coming to
point. She started to turn back to the bed, and a
pillow came out of nowhere, swinging to strike her in
the midsection, and knocking her to the bed. She was
shocked for a second, then yelled, "PILLOW FIGHT!"
It was just like she was a kid again. She twisted
around as Melissa swung the pillow to impact strongly
on Christie's rear. The cheeks flattened a little at
the impact, and she felt the briefest contact between
the cotton and her cunt. She grabbed the other
pillow, and did an overhand smash onto Melissa's back
and neck.
Melissa fell onto the bed face forward, her breasts
compressing against the mattress. Her handsome read
end stuck up in the air. Swinging again, Christie
scored a solid smack on Melissa's butt. Loud peals of
laughter rang out as the naked women clubbed each
other with the pillows.
Melissa got to her feet on one side of the bed, and
Christie stood up on the other side of the bed. They
held the pillows like shields in front of them, and
then climbed on the mattress and knee-walked towards
the center. They pressed the pillows together, and
tried to push the other over, their legs moving up and
down on the yielding mattress. They pressed, grunted
with effort, trying for advantage.
Christie's strength started to give. She felt herself
bend backwards, Melissa coming forward with her
pillow. She felt Melissa's legs on hers, the muscles
taut and flexing.
Then she fell backwards with a gasp, and Melissa
landed on top of her, two thick pillows between them.
Melissa looked down at Christie's face, her expression
unreadable.
Melissa got up, said, "You okay? I don't know what
came over me."
Christie stretched herself out, hugged the pillow to
her body. "Don't worry. I kind of liked it. I
haven't been in a pillow fight since I was a kid."
Melissa kneeled on the bed, her legs straddling the
pillow. Her eyes got a far-away expression. She
said, "Bill and I like to wrestle. It started as a
joke, but then it got interesting. We'd roll around
on the floor, barely anything on...sweating, straining
against each other. And then, I'd be riding him, and
he'd be moving against me, and he'd ... he would...."
Christie watched Melissa lose herself to erotic
memory. Melissa's nipples hardened, and she started
moving her hips on the pillow, her pussy rubbing
against the cotton.
Melissa seemed to remember where she was. She looked
flustered for a second, got up and quickly stepped
into the clothes from her bag. Panties, a short, red
pleated skirt, a matching sleeveless red top, loose
enough to catch sight of most of a braless breast
through the arm opening.
Christie got a robe from her closet, and pulled it
about her. As Melissa finished with her sandals,
Christie went up to her and kissed her on the cheek.
She said, "I had a blast, sweetie. Everything was
great. Everything." She paused for a second,
wondering what she was committing herself to. She
placed her mouth close to Melissa's ear, her hand on
her shoulder. "And I'd like to wrestle sometime."
There. She said it. It was now out there, hanging.
Melissa fixed her with a pensive gaze. Then she said,
"Okay. Let's do it. Tomorrow morning at my house.
Wear workout clothes." She brought her mouth to
Christie's cheek, and gave her a light, nuzzling kiss.
===
Christie knew that she needed to be fucked
desperately. The erotic tension would drive her mad
unless it was relieved. So she made her plans.
When Jim came home, a chilled martini that had only a
brief acquaintance with vermouth greeted him.
Christie had changed into a loose denim dress with a
zipper from throat to hem. The zipper was about down
to her navel.
Her husband opened his mouth, started to speak.
Christie reached out with her hand and pinched his
lips closed. "Shh. Drink your drink. Then you and I
are going to have some fun. It's been far too long,
my man. I'm going to fuck you flat."
Jim was only human. He drank the potent cocktail, his
erection starting to poke a hole in his slacks. He
placed the glass on the coffee table. Christie
grabbed his tie, turned around, and started to lead
him back to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Christie turned around and slowly
unzipped her dress the rest of the way. It fell open,
revealing her naked body, breasts and labia swollen,
nipples stiff. She caressed her breasts, dipped her
hand to her crotch, and said, "Get undressed."
Her husband broke all records (and not a few buttons)
ripping off his clothes. He stood there, cock poking
out of his dark curly hair, a drop of moisture on the
tip. She bent down on one knee, and grabbed it firmly
in her right hand. She stared up at him, eyes hooded.
She slowly extended her tongue and licked the drop
from the glans.
His breath was coming in fits. She stood up, and
pushed him over on the bed. Still wearing the
wide-open dress, she moved forward until her cunt was
poised over his straining cock. She looked down at
him, and asked, "What do you want? Huh? Can you tell
me what you want?" She slowly moved the edge of her
dripping lips over the tip of his cock.
He said, soundlessly, "You."
She sat down suddenly, and he was deeply ensconced
within her. She reached down, grabbed his hands, and
placed them on her breasts. "Squeeze me." He flexed
his fingers, pressed against her breasts, almost
roughly. She let loose a cry of delight. She started
to bounce up and down on his hard, straining penis.
She rode him, head thrown back, breath coming in deep
whoops, while he continued to press and squeeze her
breasts. The nipples were at full erection. His
thumb flicked them, and she placed her own hands over
his, pulling them harder onto her tits.
She flowed freely, the juices shining on his cock as
it appeared and disappeared under her rapidly moving
hips. She went faster, the muscles inside her vagina
clasping and releasing like the grip of hand. The
tension came to a peak, and her climax shook her like
a seizure. She screamed in pure rough pleasure. The
juices squirted from pussy, and puddled around the
base of his cock.
As she started to come down from her incredible
orgasm, she felt her husband start to twitch. He was
close to coming. He grunted his need, his passion.
She felt the first burst of semen leap out of his
cock. She quickly dismounted him, and grabbed the
spurting cock. She bent her face toward his spray,
took him into her mouth. She squeezed firmly and
moved her hand up and down, pistoning his penis as he
came in her mouth. She lifted her head from the cock,
and it issued a stream of hot, white fluid that
impacted on her lips and chin. She milked him until
he was finished.
=====
That night, she slept naked. Her husband slept
soundly beside her, and she was happy. She raised her
finger to her face, and worked her fingernail over a
patch of dried come that she had missed with the
washcloth. She drifted to sleep.
She dreamed she was on a horse. She was naked and she
felt the powerful muscles of the horses back between
legs. It was night and she was outdoors under a
brilliant full moon. She and the horse were in some
kind of open meadow. The air was warm, and she
smelled pleasing outdoor fragrances, and the stronger
odor of the magnificent animal she rode.
She looked down towards the other end of the meadow.
Under the moonlight, she saw another large stallion,
and its rider. It was Melissa, and she was equally as
naked.
She knew what she needed to do. She tightened her
thighs around the horses back, and kicked with her
heels backwards. The horse took off with a quick
gallop towards Melissa, who had also spurred her mount
into action.
She didn't need to use her hands. Her legs, powerful
in this dream, grasped the horses back firmly as she
rode, and she bounced up and down, getting a definite
sexual charge from the rubbing.
The horses went faster. Melissa and her horse grew
larger as they got close. Christie started to lean
towards her right, her hands reaching out, fingers
flexing. Melissa did the same. They would meet at
high gallop, and this would decide....something.
They got closer and closer, the horses puffing and
snorting. The womens' breasts bounced up and down,
the nipples visible in the moonlight.
As the horses passed each other, Melissa and Christie
met with outstretched hands and grabbed each other.
The impact knocked them off the horses, and they fell
to the smooth grass still holding each other in strong
grips on their upper arms.
They got to their feet, the horses forgotten as they
galloped off in the moonlight. They slammed into each
other in a rough embrace, arms going around their
backs, tightening. They were breast to breast, belly
to belly, crotch to crotch. Melissa pulled her face
back, and placed her strong hands on either side of
Christie's face. She panted a couple of times, and
said, "Is this what you want? Is this what you need?
Tell me!"
Christie moved her head forward violently, slamming
her mouth against Melissa's. She stuck her tongue
deep into Melissa's mouth, poking it in like a pink
cock, fucking her mouth with it. She pulled back, and
said, "What do you think, my sweet bitch?"
As they started to fall to the ground in arm-locked
sexual battle, a bell sounded loudly. Christie looked
up said, "What's that?"
Melissa said, "It's the end of the first round. Round
two coming up."
Christie awoke with a start. Daylight leaked into the
room from behind the thick curtains. Her breasts
ached. And she had left a puddle on the bedsheet.
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