The Day of My Dreams

I have related my sexcapade stories to you and hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed living them. As you know, those of you who have read my stories, I have had no real sex life since. Just the acts for procreation. I do have one fantasy though and I’d like to share it with you. An early fall day is upon us. The leaves are falling, and I am out raking and performing fall cleanup. I happen to look up and a lithe middle aged lady is walking by the house. She has a quick pace, and means business. Wearing very tight black  yoga pants and a skin tight light blue top she passes me and waves a hello. I wave but am transfixed at her nipples that are straining to get through her shirt. I follow her with my eyes as she passes and shows a perfectly tight posterior moving in sync with the rest of her, no extraneous bouncing, just perfection . Standing and gawking like a kid it was hard to get back to work. Her walking occurred at about the same time daily so I tried my damnedest to be out each day to say hello. Each day the same type of outfit, tight brightly colored shirts with no bra, and black running or yoga pants. Fortunately my wife never caught on as to why I was out since there’s always a lot of work to do in the fall.  One day I was emboldened enough to delay her run a bit. I stepped out and said, “Hey we see each other every day, yet we don’t know each others names. I”m Carl,” as I held out my hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Siobahn, pleased to meet you.” She was a lissome woman of mixed race with a light complexion and a body that wouldn’t quit. Her breasts were average, not big nor small. She had a great ass, and I noticed that the pants accentuated her camel toe. All in all a feast for the eyes. It was difficult to keep eye contact and I think she knew it. She lived in the adjoining neighborhood only about 100 yards from mine. As we were in the road, we didn’t converse too long, but agreed to have coffee soon and become more neighborly. Keeping my eyes off her erect nipples poking out of her shirt was an arduous task, but she knew where I was looking and kept the conversation going. We agreed to meet at her house for coffee on Tuesday of the next week. My wife was having lunch with her work girls so I had the bulk of the afternoon to myself.

I arrived and we sat at her kitchen table. She had made some flavored coffee and scones. Sitting across from me was a beauty, tight form fitting clothes that accentuated her figure. Siobahn certainly knew how to dress. I asked where her husband was, and she told me that he had passed away a year before from a protracted illness. Siobahn moved away from the city due to her high stress job and to start anew. She felt it was time to leave the past behind and start living again. Power walking had become a release for her(and a treat for me.) We talked about sundry items and made a lot of small talk. She took me on a tour of the house where I noticed some things that needed repair. I also noticed some on the outside as well. I told her I was a handyman in retirement and if she needed work done to let me know. Siobahn replied that during the past year she learned to be somewhat self sufficient and wanted to try to fix things on her own. I respected that and told her that if she was ever in a bind to let me know.Before I left, I turned to shake her hand and thank her for a nice visit. She took my hand to my surprise added a peck on the cheek as well. Just an innocent gesture, but a nice one just the same. We had also exchanged cell phone numbers in case she needed help. Well, life goes on and her daily walks continued as well as a hearty greeting when she walked by. Tight pants, nipples protruding through her shirts and a perfect ass. Life is good!

My desire has always been to have a woman lay before me and to get her off with no reciprocation. Just the vision of a woman being ministered to from head to toe not worried about the man, just about herself. Solely concentrating on her own pleasure. Rubbing, massaging kneading, kissing, stroking, fingering, but never penetration. Wow, would I love to give that pleasure to Siobahn but that was not even in the cards, or so I thought. (as an aside, in reality It had been something I wanted to do with my wife but she saw it as dirty)  I was out on my tractor working in the yard when I saw Siobahn waving at me from the road and walking across to my side to talk. She told me she had found a couple of things she was confused about fixing and wondered if I had the time after her walk to drop by. In her tight beige leotard pants, and tight bright yellow shirt just advertising her figure, how could I refuse? After an hour she sent me a text and said come over anytime. Not to appear too eager I worked around a bit longer and left. She greeted me at the door wearing form fitting jeans, a floppy t-shirt and flip flops. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra under the t-shirt as I watched her breasts bounce a bit as she approached the door, but looked up quickly right into her blue eyes. Siobahn ushered me in and explained the issues that confronted her, and I told her  they would be easy fixes and that I could also easily teach her to take care of them in the future. She was an eager student, attentive, and appreciative. As I was going upstairs from the family room, I noticed quite a few items not unpacked and in a state of disarray. I asked if I could be of some help, she said there were items from their life together and she hadn’t been able to muster up the courage to either throw them out or keep some. I told her I had been through a similar situation and to take her time, and when she was ready to let me know. The more people around the better.  A couple of weeks later she told me that she was going to invite the neighbors in for a social get to know and to give away specific items she chose to not to keep. The gathering was well attended. She was dressed very fall like with jeans, a shirt and vest with her hair pulled back. A new look, very chic, but neighborly. Siobahn and my wife got along well and helped each other with the refreshments. After the neighbors left, we found that they took most of what she had put out, leaving a few minor items that she was going to throw away. I took those out to the trash, and proceeded to leave. As I was closing the door, she approached me and held out her hand. I took it and she looked up at me and thanked me with a very soft and longer kiss on the cheek. Was it relief, gratitude, or something else? I don’t know, but it was warm and caring. I walked back home feeling satisfied that I was able to provide a small ray of sunshine for that cloudy time in her life. I got a text the next day from Siobahn asking if I could help her with what was remaining in the family room. When I arrived she was wearing a floppy sweatshirt, fleece pants and slippers. Her hair down and full of shoulder length curls. A “cute” look. We proceeded down to the family room, and unpacked some photos and other items. From the photos I noticed her husband had been a rugged outdoors man and that they were well traveled. I asked about children and she said that their careers were too hectic and high pressure to even consider children. As I was going through the items I found a long box. I untaped it and found, to my surprise, a massage table. I asked why she kept it, and she said it reminded her of the masseuse they had who did therapeutic massage for their stress relief. She was hoping that she might be able to fins someone to continue with, if she felt the need. I told her we had places to go to for that but was not aware of personal service. The table was loose and it had some brace issues. Siobahn asked me to see if it was worth keeping, I checked  out the underside, made a few adjustments and a new support and it was as good as new. Upon seeing it back up she immediately laid down placing her face in the opening at the end of the table. “It immediately brought back memories,” she said. It was so relaxing for her after a long week in the office. Siobahn then told me that she had been experiencing stiffness in her back after moving things around and asked if I would mind massaging her back. I told her I wasn’t a Pro, but it didn’t matter to her. This naturally took me by surprise. I stood at the head of the table and tentatively started lightly rubbing and kneading her shoulders, urging me to increase the pressure I complied. She asked me to continue down her back to her waist and back up if I felt comfortable with that. I naturally got right into it. As I worked my way up her back, it was moving her sweatshirt up as well. I pulled it back down but upon it happening again, she pulled it up, tucking it under her arms. Now the sides of her breasts were showing but it was of no concern to her. I was careful to stay on her back and not venture down her sides although I really wanted to. She then pulled the remainder of the sweatshirt over her head and asked for more on her shoulders. In my mind I thought,”could this be my chance??” I’d have to work slowly and see where this goes. I could be great or a screwed up friendship. I gradually worked my way down to her waist then back up slowly edging my way down her sides until I gently grazed the sides of her breasts. No comments, no dirty looks, just some stretching. I returned from her shoulders back down her sides now running my fingers along the sides of her breasts. When I reached her waist she asked if I would travel down her legs to her ankles. I did so over her fleece pants. I went down her thighs and calves massaging as I went. Again being discreet. She then asked me to remove the pants. I asked her if she was comfortable with it and her reply was , “Yes are you?” I answered in the affirmative and gently pulled off her pants, leaving her pink thong in place. I then continued my massage. She directed me to a small bag that came with the table, and that inside the bag was some masssage oil. As I retrieved it and turned back, I immediately noticed that the thong was removed. Now before me lay the object of my fantasy completely naked. There had to be more to this than just an innocent massage, but I wasn’t going to spoil the moment with small talk, I was going to forge ahead. I applied some oil and worked my way up from her ankles smoothly making my way toward her camel toe, but staying on the inner thighs. Moving boldly across her tight perfectly shaped posterior lightly kneading the flesh I moved up her back now rubbing the sides of her breasts all the way to where they touched the table. She only expressed satisfaction. I took that as a signal to go further. On the way back I went down both sides of her inner thighs just grazing her vagina, creating a low moan. Down the legs and back up this time lingering in the inner thigh area. This caused a sudden shift as she edged up onto her knees to make my access easier. I am not an anal guy so I had no intentions of going there. This was going to vaginal massage. I proceeded to rub on either side and the opening of her cunt. Her lips were puffy  and she was wet with anticipation. As I wanted to make it last  I worked with both hands to stimulate the area without penetrating her . I found the delicious little nub and very gently started rubbing. It was hard and slick, and she responded by closing her legs on my hand, but quickly spreading them. As I moved away, I heard, “No please, stay there.”

I returned but only for a few minutes. There was so much more to do. I returned to her vaginal opening and moved my fingers around it slowly inserting two fingers. She was so wet and swollen that they slid in easily. She began moving on them before I had a chance to start my own probing. The sight was delicious. I was looking at a beautiful naked woman in the throes of ecstasy. She was grinding on my hand and making circular motions with her hips. Soon, her breathing became rapid, and her legs stiffened as her vaginal muscles contracted around my hand. No screaming or moaning like porn stars but just the experience of an intense orgasm overtaking her entire body. I gently helped her lay back down as she was quaking a bit and her breathing was returning to normal. No words had passed between us as yet. Simply her soft demur sighs. I, myself was living my dream. Not wanting to rush, I lightly rubbed her back calming her body and made a move to have her turn over. As she did so I received a gorgeous smile from half closed eyes. Now I would fulfill my fantasy to the fullest. I have always been a breast man. I like small to medium breasts with either hard nubs or puffies. I love to lick, suck, nibble, stroke, and pull them. Not in a masochistic way as I am not into giving or receiving pain. This would be the opportunity of a lifetime, to see if I could get her off not only vaginally, but by her nipples as well. I had a suspicion that she was nipple sensitive as they were always stiffening through her shirts. I poured some oil in the well between her breasts and started circling them with my hands finally centering on the two rock hard nubs that protruded from her super breasts. As I increased my attention I  noticed her hand going down between her legs, for now I would let her play a bit but not long. I continued to lightly pull and tweak her nipples, then bending over them bit both softly. Just hard enough for her to notice. She arched her back and said “yes.” I then kissed her lips lightly and played with her nipples we soon had tongues deep in each others mouths as I continued to minister to her tits. Siobahn no longer was playing with herself, she was grabbing the sides of the table and forcing her chest up into my face. As I was tweaking one nipple I was kissing the other one, while deeply kissing her. Standing at the head of the table made accessibility easy. She now reached up and pulled my neck down so my face was buried on her chest simply moving my mouth from breast to breast. Soon I saw he legs start to stiffen, she grabbed the sides of the table arched her back and let out a long sensuous sigh. I had hit the mark. Siobahn had experienced two orgasms, now I wondered if she could muster a third. Massaging her shoulders and forehead to bring her back down was just right for her. Beads of sweat had formed over her body, and she looked truly perfect. After about fifteen minutes of this I began to apply some more oil just above her navel. I began circular motions on her lower abdomen slowly inching toward her now very swollen and very moist pussy. Doing much the same as before, I circled the entrance without entering and grazing her clit. This time I decided to get my tongue involved and began licking and kissing her vagina. While enjoying her musky fragrance and juices I decided to see if there was a way to stroke her clit. I only rubbed it before and did not see if it was big enough for that type of stimulation. To my great pleasure it was, and I began to use two fingers to stroke it very lightly. Siobahn now pushed her hips up off the table as hard as she could against my hand. I was relentless though and continued to lick and stroke with her holding my head against her crotch. She was writhing from side to side and from what I could make out she was pulling the nipple on her breast with the other hand. Soon there came some pronounced bucking and shallow breathing, then a slow decent by her hips back to the table. She was spent. I reached down helped her to a sitting position and held her to me. She whispered that she had not been with a man for over a year. Once we started she couldn’t help herself and was overcome with passion. She was grateful that it was with someone she trusted and she loved being treated like a lady and not an object.  Siobahn then started to reach toward my crotch indicating that the session was still not over. I told her no that it wasn’t necessary. I said the look of unbridled ecstasy on her face was all I needed. She pleaded with me to let her show me her gratitude but I refused. I did leave the door open to return visits which she readily agreed to. We would have time to vary our sessions to meet our needs. She dressed and walked me to the door. We parted with a very long and deep kiss that hopefully will  be repeated many times going forward.