The Adventures of the Peeking Tattoos
"Exactly what are the dreams you have about me?"
"I can't tell you that! They're completely inappropropriate."
"As I might have guessed, but you mentioned it first and I'm calling your bluff. Tell me exactly what they are."
"Okay. But don't blow up at me or tank our friendship over it! You asked. Here goes.
"A simple kiss, just to feel the softness and responsiveness of your lips. A massage, in lots of oil with enough "under the towl" work to have you orgasm repeatedly. A full blown tryst where you take complete command of my cock to satisfy any whim you have. I only ask that I can massage your boobs and kiss you to my hearts content. And of course fucking you just seems like a kind of heaven to me, maybe in a limo, maybe in the rain, maybe in a secluded midnight spot. By the way what is a snuggle puddle and is it better to watch or be in it? You know, just simple innocent stuff like that."
There was a protracted pause in the e-mail exchange. I hung around for a couple of hours waiting, but I had to go. Though I had masturbated twice, count it, twice during the exchange, I was spent and had to do, you know, real world stuff.
I tried not to think the worst. I had taken the initial risk because she had begun to adjust her policy towards me over time. When she was single, she and I had admitted out hots for each other. Our friendship had been strong all along, and like all things it's sometimes hard to know when you're in the friendship for the possible fun, or because loyalty is everything. I knew our relationship would survive my explicitness and knew it would change the relationship. I just didn't know how.
So I waited.
Three days later I returned to my e-mail to find, "You sure make it hard for a girl to be faithful to her husband, even though we don't exactly share the same definition of "faithful" as everyone else. Still. I'm trying over here. Cut it out!"
"Uhm. You asked."
"Yeah. Okay. But you started it!"
"I think It's been going on long before I said anything."
"Okay, okay, okay. I gotta think about this a bit."
"I've waited this long. "
~ * ~
Two weeks later we found ourselves in the usual situation of plotting world domination after a gathering of friends had disbursed. It was still fairly early and we were alone to plot our devious schemes - as we had done on numerous occasions. Neither her husband, nor my wife were regular attendees of these gatherings, so we revelled in being able to talk openly about our stuff. It was great and had precipitated the open conversations about our mutual attractions.
But tonight was different. It was "post revelation."
"So, once again I've blown it and told you all my secrets without knowing yours. That's just not fair." She giggled at my observation and decided to quid pro.
"Fine. Though, technically I don't owe you anything! In fact you have to ackowledge I don't owe you!"
"Hmm ... and what do I get for going this extra mile?"
"Nothing, you perv! You get my secrets and that's the deal."
"Well this sucks! Why should I do that?"
"Cause I play better poker than you do."
She was right. It wasn't fair, and I really wanted to hear her real responses to my gushing e-mail. But I had a wee bit more self control than that.
"Suit yourself. So, how's your Mom?"
"You fucker! You can't change the subject!"
"You changed the deal, I can change the subject. Besides, I'm betting you want to tell me as bad as I want to hear it. She happy in her new job?"
"Fine. Two pair .... "
"What?"
"Nevermind. So, where to begin?" This was going to be interesting. Here we were, in her car, in a well lit parking lot, with her knowing the whole vision in my head thing and she about to spill the beans.
"Wait. Stop."
"What?"
"Can't do it here, like this."
"What? You wind me up and stop? You aren't nice ... Just what do you have in mind smart guy?"
"An adventure. When do you have to be home?"
"Hmmm. I don't know if I should tell you!"
"I love it when you resist ..."
"He's not home till 2 am, so we've got a few hours. You?"
"She's on travel. I've got the next three days."
"So you want to go back to your place?"
"God, no. I have a better idea." I made a call. She waited patiently. I hung up the phone and said, "Drive."
~ * ~
The drive was short and we passed the time catching up on her mom. I kept checking her out as she drove, hoping her coat would suddenly become able to reveal her nipple status. But no. this is the world where real physics works, not my imaginary physics.
As we pulled up the gravel drive of the suprisingly secluded lot in the middle of suburbia, she mumbled under her breath, "Fuck," as we rounded to get a full view of the contemprary, warm house.
We parked and strolled to the house. I took her hand in mine, knowing that that was the final test of her willingness to go there. She took it eagerly. It was going to be a one of a kind night.
A bespeckled older woman with sexy eyes opened the door. She was in a nightgown and silk robe. She was holding a remote and smiled instantly when she opened the door.
"There you are! My sweet boy! Do come in. Is this the fair lady I've heard so much about?"
"Hi Bea. Why yes, yes it is."
"Hmm. She's every bit as beautiful as you said. Come in, it's a bit cold for me! The room's available if you want it. Or as ususal, you're free to join us in the TV room."
"We'll take the room right now."
"Suit yourself, there's a hot one on tonight."
"Oh, so tempting... " was my reply. Plenty of time for that later.
"The Room" was really the enclosed back porch overlooking the lake. There were no other houses visible from where we were and the sky was filled with stars. I left the lights off so we could keep looking at the stars.
We sat down and I finally got that pesky coat off her. I caught a glimpse of her full breasts under her sweater, still no nipple. This time it was the sweaters fault. Damn. But all good things come ...
"So your plan is to fuck me here?"
"Well I had not been that presumptuous. We just spend all our time in that parking lot, and I thought it would be good to go someplace where things could take their course if that's what we both felt should happen."
"So the answer's yes."
"Of course it's yes. If you want to fuck, then here's the place." My cock whined at me in the only way it could, stiffening enough to make me rearrange myself on the couch.
"Hmmm. Okay. Who's Bea and is she watching?"
"Long story short, my second lover and ongoing cheerleader for my sexual life. I'm lucky enough to have someone with experience to help me through life's little issues. And she might be watching. I try not to think about it - or to really think about it a lot. She's discreet, so any secrets here are safe and she only attends if invited. It's not her style to crash."
"Holy shit. She's gorgeous, but must be 20 years older than you! What teenage fantasy of your did she fulfill?"
"19 years to be precise, and she seduced me one night and the rest is the long story.
"Now it's your turn to get talkin'. I changed the deal again by coming here. You don't owe me, but I sure am out on a limb here."
"You suck at poker. You keep giving all your cards away."
"Yeah well, this ain't poker."
~ * ~
She kicked off her shoes, and got comfortable on the couch. She looked around and landed her gaze on me. She took my hands in hers and leaned forward, intently gazing at me. She giggled twice before settling down to speak.
"I've been practicing."
"Well you fucked up by telling me, didn't you!"
"Shut up! Here goes."
"Lick your shaft from your balls to the tip and lick and suck you till you're completely soaked. Then slip you in as long as you'll last - which I fantasize is about an hour." This time it was my turn to have my jaw drop. Though not as bold as she's laid down before, the bar just wasn't that high any more. Freddie knocked at my jeans again. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed. I wanted to touch her - well that's an understatement. But I knew it would be over as soon as I did. I tingled in anticipation.
"Everything you said you wanted to do to me is exactly what I have had in mind with a couple of variations. I want to be taken. I want you to rush me and eat me like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks. Speaking of eating, an orgy with lots of oils and food involved - a wet and messy party.
"I'd love to see you give John a hand job, maybe even suck his cock - I hope that doesn't freak you out.
"And a snuggle puddle is definately better to be in than to watch. "
To fully reciprocate, I froze. I didn't respond at all. I held it in for as long as I possibly could. I intended to make her wet and insane without even touching her. A Bea trick actually.
"So, they they are. My cards."
I just gaped at her.
"Hello? I called you. Have I beat you?"
I was at the end of a short runway with engines running hard. It had to be now or never. I reached out, caressed her cheek, then back under her ear, then my fingers into her hair and pulled her as slowly and as strongly as I could to my waiting lips. She opened her mouth along the way and I took her waiting tounge into my mouth and sucked on it.
I advanced upon her body all at once, leaning her back so I could press my weight to her. I let my cock find a rubbing place on her body and finally got a little relief.
After several minutes of deep kissing and rubbing by both of us, she stopped. "I want to show you something," she whispered. I backed off, admiring her restraint against my fulfilling her exact fantasy.
Her sweater came off to reveal a button down white shirt open at the collar. This one did allow her nipples to say "Hello!" And boy did they. I was about to reach out and she gently stopped me.
"For someone who wants to be taken, you sure are resistant."
"Shut up! It'll be worth it." She slowly, tortuously coaxed each button from its keep. She stood and pulled the tail from her pants and the shirt fell open. The shirt, her torso and white bra all glowed in the night light. And dancing between her breasts, obscured slightly by her bra was a tatoo of a brunette pinup goddess in blue bustier, stockings and pumps, on her knees, looking over her shoulder in the classic pinup tease. I was blown away.
I love pinups. There's such an aluring combination of innocence and class. My fantasy about pinups was always a delicious invitation to private heaven. And apparently it was hers too.
"This is actually taken from a picture of a friend of my Mom's who's been a friend of mine for a very long time. She was my first tattoo.
"And she's got a tattoo too. I've never pointed it out to anyone, but look on her butt."
"I need light." I turned on the light, breaking the spell al little bit, but not really. I focused on the image between her breasts.
"Here." She released the clasp in back and magically lost the bra without losing the shirt - always a fun trick. I looked under the pinups midnight blue bustier and sure enough there was a heart and a name: mine. You would never see it unless you were invited to lick Betty's ass.
This was too much, I simply began to ravage my friend, caressing her breasts firmly while I lunged at her mouth. "Oh my God, I love touching you." I said. I took her head in both hands, kissed her deeply and pressed my body to hers again.
She went after my clothes and in about two seconds flat, we were both naked - except for her shirt. I just liked seeing it on her.
I licked her breasts and sucked on her nipples feverishly. I made my way down to her waiting pussy and began lapping like a kitten. She was indeed soaked. I barely had to lube her to get a finger in. She gasped. I drenched my fingers with saliva and slowly brought two into her g-spot. She wimpered that magnificent wimper. I kept my toungue and thumb at her clit, lapping delicately, firmly and steadily. 12-20 minutes was the plan. I'd waited all this time, I was going to wait at least that long to make her explode.
After exploding into my mouth, she pulled me up to her and held me. She began to sob. Uh oh.
"I'm fine, it's okay. You just released something really primitive and wonderful. I've waited so long for you to kiss me, and you bring me to this amazing place. Thank you so much."
"Of course. Did you ever doubt how much I care for you?"
"God no. I just could not have imagined it this strong."
We laid naked, paused, holding each other. Freddie deflated a bit, but I didn't worry. I was sure there would be no letting him or me down.
As we talked quietly about our desires my cock stiffened again as she and I both fondled and stroked it. I then slowly entered her with one of the hardest cocks I had had in a long time. We were still laying on the couch together, her back to me, so I had plenty of access to her pussy and breasts, which I fondled liberally.
I kissed her again while I thrust into her. I stopped myself before coming - difficult I have to say, but I had more plans. I coaxed her onto her feet with her palms on the back of the couch. I slid into her from behind slowly pumping in and out. She did the under the breath thing again. "Fuck." And boy, did we.