The One You Know

I’ve been lucky to find several fantastic fantasy stories on SoloTouch that delve into the desire to have a sexual outcome during a private appointment with a doctor. Very erotic and definitely strikes on trust and control themes. But my fantasy is different. What follows is how I would like to role play with two, or maybe three characters who are familiar with each other.

Marie is just a few years older than me and I have always admired her from a distance. She went to the right schools and grew up in the right circles. Her unblemished character and credentials as a board member of the Symphony, President of a local charity, and well-respected philanthropist make her a role model to many women, myself included. When I volunteer my precious time, it is usually with a cause that Marie is involved in, so we are acquainted and friendly, but not close friends. In fact, given the sheer number of people she probably deals with every week, I would be surprised if she remembered my name.

It didn’t really cross my mind that she might also be very much like me in some ways. And here we are together, standing in line chatting at my favorite coffee shop in the city. Chance encounter...I volunteer with her non-profit all the time and the office is just down the street, so it’s not too odd to meet this way. 

“This if my favorite place for coffee,” I offered

“Mine, too! But it’s usually a luxury to have a moment to stop by. I had an event cancelled today, so, lucky me. Free time!”

“My good luck. You’re welcome to join me. I have time this morning, too.”

“Let me check my phone.”

I fully expect at this point that she has a hundred different reasons not too spend too much time with me. But then she smiles and says my name.

“Well, Fonda. My lucky day, too. Nothing urgent and I live nearby. Why don’t we get our coffee to go and you can come over to my place. It’s so much more private.”

“I’d love to!” I effused, feeling truly excited to have her to myself for a few minutes, but also suddenly aware that I might be in over my head. What did I have to say that she would find interesting?

We are walking the two blocks to her house when I realize how physically attracted I am to Marie, and yet, I feel the need to ignore that fact and keep it intellectual. As soon as she unlocks the door and we go into her house, she makes me feel at home.

“Fonda, make yourself comfortable. I need to freshen up, but I won’t be a minute. Wait in the kitchen for me.”

I follow her to the kitchen and she continues to what must be a first floor master suite. There is comfy little banquette in the corner of the kitchen and I sit and sip my coffee, waiting. When’s she comes back, coffee cup in hand, she is wearing a robe and she’s barefoot. I instantly notice her perfect pedicure and she knows it.

“You, too?” she asks.

I take my shoes off and show her my own freshly done nails.

Putting her coffee on the table next to mine, she move to sit down and I make room for her beside me on the banquette. No longer worried about what to talk about, I open up to her with a personal compliment.

“You are stunning. Truly beautiful.”

 “Thank you, Fonda. And your wife is a lucky woman,” she responded.

“We never...”

“I think of you both often. You introduced me to your partner at a volunteer appreciation event before you were married. Does she prefer to be called a wife, a partner, or maybe spouse?”

“We were partners for so long, that’s still what we say out of habit, but spouse is good.”

“If she could be with us now, what do you think she would do?”

My laugh was instant and loud.

“Well?”

“She would say, what are you two waiting for?”

Marie stifles her own laugh, snorting a little. I had to giggle.

“Seriously!”

“Well, she would see it right away. I have this thing for you and now we both know you have it for me, and maybe her, too?”

Marie nods and smiles. It is probably the boldest thing I ever said.

“If she were here, would you do this with her?”

I open her robe and hold one of her firm, bare breasts in my hand. I gently squeeze it and massage as much as of her large breast as I can, then I toy with her nipple, watching her expression. I do the same with her other breast as she sighs with pleasure.

“Yes, I would.”

I lean forward and lick slowly around each nipple, cupping her breast and lightly nibbling on her nipples.

“And I would do that for you, Fonda.”

I unbutton my top and take off my bra. Laying them beside me. Marie did everything to me that I had just done to her.

“Would you like to taste her, Marie?”

“Show me what you mean. I’m not sure about it.”

I push her robe aside and spread her knees, looking at her fine, neatly trimmed bush. I expected no less. Putting my hands behind her, I pull and guide her closer to the edge of the seat, giving me full access to her thin, delicate slit. Getting down on my knees between her legs, I lick her from the bottom up, pressing my tongue into her, feeling her warmth and the satin smoothness inside, her taste at once sweet and pungent. I stop below her clit and slowly retrace the path of my tongue, leaving her lips parted. I look up and her eyes are closed in ecstasy. I stop and she looks into my eyes.

“Yes, Fonda. I would do that to her, for you.”

Getting up off the floor, I kiss her, letting her taste herself fresh from my lips and my tongue. I stand up straight, holding out both hands to her. She takes my hands and I smile, holding her hands for a moment. I let go and take off my skirt, leaning in front of her to place it neatly on top of my shirt beside. 

“Have you been with a woman before?” 

“Not like this, no. I have had a few crushes over the years, and maybe a passionate kiss or two...but not this.”

I kiss her again and stand in front of her, making a show of rubbing my pussy through my panties, feeling them grow wet with my fingertips pressing into the fabric. She follows my lead and rubs herself, fully exposed to me. I watch her fingers wander up and down her lips, alternately parting them in a display of warm pinkness and then closing them up. I can make out the little nub of her clit and can barely contain the urge to give it some attention. 

I haven’t mentioned her husband, but neither has she. That can wait for another time.

“What do you mean, nothing like this?”

“I can tell by your cute little grin that you’re teasing me. You know that I need to be with you.”

“I do now. And I know what you need. Show me what you can do.”

Marie plunges a finger inside of her delicate flower, keeping it inside and massaging her vaginal wall in her favorite spot while I watch and continue rubbing my wet panties.  I decide to take them off.  She smiles and spreads her robe out beside her on the banquette, giving me a cozy spot to sit beside her. I sit beside her, my left arm around her. Our lips meet and I kiss her again, this time placing my right hand on hers as she continues to slowly finger herself. I can feel every move of her hand and the soft warmth of her kiss...heavenly. I want it to last forever.

Then I hear his footsteps. It’s her husband, he stops, standing still at the entrance to the kitchen. But Marie doesn’t stop. She begins fucking her pussy with two fingers. I am sure that he is going to do something, say something, but what?

I realize that I haven’t stopped either! I should be embarrassed and trying to extract myself from the situation, but instead I am fully at ease, stroking my own pussy. Finally she says something.

“Honey, your remember Fonda, don’t you?”

“Of course, I was hoping that we might see you and your partner again someday, but...”

“Take off you pants. I want you to see you stroke your hard cock,” I instructed.

He is bends over, removing his shoes, then his pants. He is wearing boxers and he lets his erect cock poke straight out of the front. He starts fondling his cock, but not stroking.

“I said stroke!”

“I need some lotion or something.”

“It’s by the sink in the island, honey.” Marie’s voice wavers and her breathing is uneven with excitement.

He squirts lotion in his hands and starts stroking.

“Now watch me with Marie.”

I get Marie positioned on the banquette, laying on her back with her right leg propped up against the back of the seat and her left leg on the floor completely opening her up to me and giving her husband a nice view, too.

For the next few minutes I give Marie my full attention. My hands, lips and my tongue all focused on her pleasure and nothing else. I give her everything I know, softly caressing, licking around and over her stiff clit, and sucking on her with my lips. When she feels like she is starting to cum, I insert my fingers just far enough in to massage inside her puss, about where she had focused on herself before, while using my other hand to press and lightly pinching her clit with two fingers. Then, at the last moment, I lick firmly around the tight pucker of her asshole, pushing her way over the top. I taste her juices spilling out and over my tongue as she moans and gasps in a release that was obviously long overdue.

Looking over where her husband is standing, I see exactly what I hoped for. His cock is still throbbing in his hand with cum dripping from the tip and around his fingers. 

“What would your partner say?” 

“Probably she would say ‘wow! Fonda needs some love now.’ Or something like that.”

“Mmmmm, Fonda.” Marie purrs. We sit up side by side on the banquette and she starts stroking my hair and my breast. I slide my fingers, still wet with her juices, inside my pussy, wet squishy sounds and the light slapping of my palm on my clit pushing me to my own amazing orgasm with Marie kissing me as I came. Beautiful.