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The Dream, Part 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The dream, part one
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I opened my eyes, still bleary with the
last vestiges of sleep and reached to my left. My hand
met with only the blankets and the surface of the water
bed. It would seem that Sharon had already gotten up
and left for work. Damn, I had hoped to have a bit of
time this morning, sharing the blonde delights that
made up my latest girlfriend before she got out the
door this morning. After all, I did not have much else
to do today it, though she had to work. Fortunately,
though, she had only a short work day. She would be
back about 4 I hoped, unless she decided to go home
tonight instead. I hoped she stopped here first, I was
growing kind of used to having her long legged, blonde
haired form, running around the place, not to mention
the delightful bounce of her more than ample breasts.
God that girl had some fine tits. I loved her jutting,
perky nipples too. In fact she had one of the finest
bodies I had ever seen, trim and firm, everywhere, but
with all the right curves in all the right places.
I also loved the fact that she had as creative a mind
when it came to sex as I do. That can be a very
difficult thing to find these days. I was never sure
just what she would want to do next.
Finally, I knew that I might as well get out
of bed and get something done, even if it was not wage
earning. I was tired of being "trapped" at home as I
had been since my accident. Well, soon, I would be
back to the grind and then I might appreciate all this
time off I have had. Though it would be a lot nicer if
Sharon were here to share it. As I got up, I could
see something hanging on the front of my closet in a
plastic wrap like a cleaner uses. It would seem that
Sharon would be back, and she had some new games in
mind. What the hell, so far all of them had been as
exciting to me as they had been to her, I was sure this
one would be the same. As I began to get up to stagger
first to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for my first
cup of coffee, I noticed a note hanging on the plastic.
As I rose I made a grab for the note, plucking the tape
loose, and then stumbled out of the bedroom to take
care of business, the note clutched in my hand.
I entered the kitchen and grabbed up my mug
sitting on the counter, making a quick swirl under the
faucet as I turned on the hot water, and then grabbed
for the coffee, already hot, waiting form me, and them
headed for the table and the first chair I could find.
Sitting down with my steaming cup of coffee, I
remembered the note I held and opened it to read it. I
could tell by the gentle loops that Sharon had written
this note in no hurry. Perhaps she had been planning
this for a while. If she had been planning something,
then I knew from the 5 months that we had been seeing a
lot of each other, that it should be something a bit
off beat, but guaranteed to be exciting, and a lot of
fun as well, or so all of her little games had been
thus far. I unfolded and smoothed the note.
It said: "Ron, on your closet door is
something I got for you, I hope that it fits, and on
the floor of your closet is another bag. Also some
things that I got for you that I hope fit. Please, be
wearing these things when I return later. I know it
may seem a strange request, but I promise you that you
will never regret this, nor forget it either."
Well, I was intriqued anyway. This was not
the way she normally did things, though she did often
think out the things she wanted done, or wanted to do,
in advance. But this note business had me really
curious, and very much in anticipation. This should
prove to be something interesting. I sat there
thinking about it, and wondering what might be in the
dark plastic, and the bag, as I drank my coffee and
woke up completely. I also decided that no matter what
it was, the first thing was to get a shower and shave.
I felt like I had sweated all night and knew my heavy
beard must be looking like a weeks growth after last
night. But I would have all this done and still be
able to check out the bags and stuff long before noon.
Finishing my coffee, I put the cup on the
drainboard in the kitchen and then headed for the
shower. Stripping off my robe, I reached in and turned
on the water, then stepped inside. The warm water felt
good running down my shoulders and back. It felt so
good that I took my time about soaping up, scrubbing
and rinsing off this morning. Finally, stepping from
the shower I reached out and took a clean towel and
began to dry himself completely. Finishing that I hung
the towel up to dry and wandered nude into the bedroom.
I walked to my closet and opened it first,
reaching in to take out the bag that was there as the
note had said. I took the bag and set it on the edge
of the waterbed and closed the closet, then turning
back to the waterbed, I slowly opened the bag. What I
saw inside caused me to pause for a moment thinking
about the note I had read a bit ago. Yes, this was
very odd, even for her, for inside the bag, a fairly
large bag at that, were things I had never really given
any thought to wearing for any kind of sex games. Oh,
sure, I had done something similar to this for
halloween, just to freak out my bosses, but not for the
idea of a sexual fantasy. I was not altogether sure
that I knew the right way to put all of these things
on. Reaching in, my hand encountered another note
which I slipped out and read. It seems that she had
even thought of this and had left him some simple
instructions in case I was unsure about what was in the
bag.
Following the notes, I first took out a
black, half lace and half satin cupped bra. I looked
at it and as I did, I imagined Sharon lush, firm tits
filling it. But, remembering her promise, I did as
instructed and put it on. It felt very strange, but
oddly not the least bit uncomfortable as I had thought
that it would be. The next thing I took out of the
bag, in the order of the note was some hose. She had
called these suspender hose, and I began to see why.
She had said in the note that they would be less
uncomfortable, and easier to work around than
pantyhose, and that they were a good color for me,
suntan, whatever that means. So, following her
instructions I also put them on.
Standing there, I felt a touch foolish, even
more so when I moved. I found that as silly as I may
look, the sensations of the hose were incredibly
arousing. I could hardly wait for when Sharon would
get home. Next was a pair of black lace nylon panties.
The nylon was stretchable enough to support my cock
comfortably. The soft nylon lace felt incredible
against my skin, hugging it without being tight, and
allowing the most freedom of movement I could imagine.
Even the fact that they were high cut legged briefs
rather than bikinis, which I normally wore in the men's
variety, was not a major problem with the delightful
way that they felt. I went on with the instructions,
next removing what she called a full length black slip
from the bag. It was full length alright, the hem
covered in black lace, the cups and upper hem also were
soft nylon lace. I put it on as she had instructed in
her notes. Then I moved to the closet to begin
removing the plastic from what she said would be a top
and appropriate matching items for the outfit she
wanted me in when she got home. As the plastic fell
away, I saw a black shirt, and took it off the hanger
and put it on. I realized as I did that it was not a
shirt, because the buttons were on the wrong side.
Stopping for a minute, I looked at the label. Hmmm she
had planned this out, this blouse was silk, no wonder
it felt so soft and silky as I slid it on.
Under this was hanging what looked to be a
very long, very light material, skirt. Finishing
buttoning the blouse, I stepped into the skirt, making
sure the slip and blouse slipped inside the waist of
the skirt, then buttoned up the side of it and fastened
the belt that was already run though the loops. I then
went back to the bag, this time removing a strange box
from it. I opened the box, and was oddly not surprised
to see a pair of black pump heels in there. 3 inch
heels should not be too difficult I thought to myself
as I tried them on and began to practice walking in the
shoes.
All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I
found the clothing to be very comfortable, even quite
exciting. Sharon had chosen the sizes pretty close to
exactly the right ones it would appear. But then, since
I had no idea about if any of it was really fitting
right, I was merely guessing at it. I was trying to
figure out what in the hell Sharon had in mind for
tonight, but I could not really fathom what was in her
mind. This should prove to be interesting, or at least
I hoped so after all of this preparation. Now I began
to understand just why she had been so curious about my
reactions and comments when she and I had sat around
one night looking through some catalogs she gets
regularly in the mail. She had wanted to know if I
liked them, not if I thought they would look good
on her.
All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I found the
clothing to be very comfortable, even quite exciting.
Sharon had chosen the sizes pretty close to exactly the
right ones it would appear. But then, since I had no idea
about if any of it was really fitting right, I was merely
guessing at it. I was trying to figure out what in the hell
Sharon had in mind for tonight, but I could not really
fathom what was in her mind. This should prove to be
interesting, or at least I hoped so after all of this
preparation. Now I began to understand just why she had
been so curious about my reactions and comments when she and
I had sat around one night looking through some catalogs she
gets regularly in the mail. She had wanted to know if I
liked them, not if I thought they would specifically look
good on her, but did I just like the appearance of them in
general.
I walked back into the kitchen, poured myself another
cup of coffee, the last in the pot. I set the cup on the
table and walked back into the kitchen to make a new pot.
When I opened the cupboard where the filters and coffee
grounds were kept, I found an odd looking bag sitting in
there with another note. Now what, I thought to himself, I
was already dressed from the skin out, what could she
possibly have left to spring on me? I reached up and took
the bag out of the cupboard, it was not really heavy, but it
did weight 3 or 4 pounds. Strange, I thought as I took out
also the things I needed and fired up another pot of coffee,
then took the bag to the table and sat down with my coffee.
Taking the note off the bag that was taped to the
side, I opened it to read. It had lines with separations,
sort of like some step by step instructions. I read the
first lines...
"Ron, please follow these instructions as I have put
them down, or later undoing this might hurt a bit."
"Step 1, unbutton and slip off the blouse. Slip the
straps of the slip down so that the top of it slides down
the belt of the skirt. Do not unhook the bra, just slip the
straps off of your shoulders and move the cups down toward
your stomach a couple inches."
"Step 2, now take the items in the bag out, there are
three things in there, two, as you will notice right off are
shaped, and look like breasts, set them on the bag, the
third is a little bottle of liquid, be careful with that."
"Step 3, and this maybe the hard part, go into the
bathroom and grab that old makeup mirror, the one that props
up for use, but before you come back, take your clippers and
trim all the hair on and around your own nipples, in fact,
most of your chest just to be safe."
I was not to sure about this, but, not wanting to
disappoint her, and whatever she might have in mind, I
unpacked the bag and went into the bathroom, digging out the
clippers and the mirror. With some reluctance I slowly used
the clippers to remove the hair from my chest. Slowly and
carefully, making sure that none of it fell down into the
bra or the blouse. I knew how much that might itch. When I
finished, I put the clippers away and returned to the table
and the note.
"step 4, open the bottle and apply a small amount of
the liquid on the flat parts of the breast form, then
carefully, so as not to get the liquid all over your hands,
and using the mirror so you can see that it is right, place
the form against your chest so that it hangs like the real
thing. Repeat this for the other side.
"Step 5, then put the bra, slip and the blouse back
on. Now you will know how I feel, only without all of the
sensations I get from my own breasts. Walk around some to
get the feel and weight of them. By time I get there
tonight, you should have a pretty good idea of what it would
feel like to have real ones of your own. Too bad that men
don't, or this could be even more fun than it is going to
be."
I did as the note said. It sure felt strange to him
to have the extra two or three pounds, perhaps more, on my
chest. I had noticed that the detail of them had been
pretty exact. I figured that these were the kind that women
got for themselves after things like mastectomy surgery or
something. I was sure that they were not cheap. Whatever
Sharon had in mind, I hoped that she felt it was worth the
expense, the breastforms and the clothes had to cost her
something. The last part of the note was simply that I
should just relax around the house, but do everything as she
might dressed like that, things like do not cross your legs
like I normally do, but more like she would. In other
words, that I should practice being what I was now looking
somewhat like. I thought, well, I had come this far, and all
for a special time with my lady, so, I figured playing along
a bit further could not hurt. Besides, the feel of the
skirt as I moved about the house was thrilling, the soft
fabrics rubbing gently against my skin was also exciting.
I picked up my coffee and went into the living room,
and sat down on the couch. I found trying to cross my legs
like Sharon did in a dress was too strange, so I tucked my
legs under me like I had seen her do. That was much more
comfortable. I picked up the remote and turned on the
television. Might as well watch the news while I waited for
her to get home.
As I sat there, the phone rang. I reached over to the
end table and picked up the reciever.
"hello?" I asked.
"Hello, Ron?" I heard a sexy sounding voice say back.
"Yes, this is Ron. Can I help you with something?"
"Well, yes, Ron, you can, but I will need to come over
to explain it to you. You don't mind if I drop by in about
20 minutes do you?"
I hesitated, considering the way I looked right now, and
knowing that the note said that I should not try to remove the
breast forms during the day, as there was a special way to do it
that Sharon would explain when she got there later. I did not
think I could hide them from anyone coming over, not even for a few
minutes. I was hard to embarrass, but I knew anyone seeing the
breasts on me would turn me the reddest I had ever been.
"Um, well, it might not be all that good to come over today.
I.."
"Ron.. I have a request to make of you, when I do come over,
be in that black silk outfit you got recently. I would like very
much to see you in that. No, don't ask how I know about it, I will
tell you when I get there, just, please, go ahead and be wearing
the long black silk skirt and the black silk blouse. I will knock
three times then pause, then do it again when I get there so you
will know it is me. Can I come over?"
This was getting real strange, had Sharon told some other gal
of her plans? Was this in some way a test by Sharon to see if I
would step out on her? Was there another reason for this? Was
this a part of the surprise she had in mind for him? I did not
know what to do, but since the woman already knew of the outfit,
I supposed I had to find out how she knew, and what it was that she
wanted of me. And she did have the sexiest voice I had ever heard
over the phone. If she looked half as good as she sounded, this
would be one hot looking lady. Ok, I will admit it, I was as
intriqued by the voice on the phone as I was about why my girl had
asked me to dress up like this. Though after spending a couple of
hours now like this, I began to regret that it was not more
acceptable in society. The comfort and feelings were absolutely
incredible. I had never felt so nakedly free while fully clothed
before. I also began to hope that this went like she wanted, and
that she might want to do it again. I know that I would not mind
doing this much again for her. God but it felt delightful.
"Ok, I will. 20 minutes? Ok, I will be ready by then. And
I am curious how you knew about this."
"I will explain everything when I get there. See you in 20
minutes." she said then hung up.
I got up, refilled my cup and spent the 20 minutes pacing
around the living room while I waited. When finally I heard the
three knocks on the door, I felt butterflies in the pit of my
belly. I had left the door unlocked, so I could just call out
"come in" when she got there. I surely did not wish for my
neighbors to see me this way. I knew that I would never hear the
end of it, not that any of them really knew me or mattered to me
anyway, but I did live in this complex. The knock came again so
I called out "come on in, the door is unlocked."
The door opened and a gorgeous redhead walked in, carrying
a fairly large metal suitcase with her. She stepped away from the
door and put the case down out of the way. She had left the door
open, and just as I was about to ask her to please close it another
redhead walked in, also carrying one of the aluminum cases. I was
shocked! She had said she was coming, not that WE are coming. How
many people did Sharon tell about this, or was one girl telling the
other and so on? Then I stopped for a second to measure the
reaction of the two as they looked at me and noticed some thing
about the two. The two were almost identical. There was only a
few very minor differences to tell them apart. The two women
appeared to be about mid twenties or so, with almost waist length,
darker red hair, full and soft to the look. Both women were also
gifted with the kind of figures that haunted men's dreams. I could
see this even though they both wore what looked like white women's
suits with knee length skirts and very sheer and silky white
blouses. They were both gifted with full and more than ample
breasts, the kind that really excited me. I had always been a
breast man, much more than a leg, or butt man. And boy, did these
two have them. Not that either their legs or any part of them was
less than my secret ideal of a woman.
"Ron, I am sorry, I just realized I forgot to tell you that
my sister was coming with me. Oh, and my name is Karen and her
name is Margie. I hope that you do not mind too much. I promise
that you will not regret letting us come over."
"Hello, Karen, Margie. It is really nice to meet you two,
and I hope you will not mind me saying that you are both very
attractive young women. I am curious to know how you knew about
this outfit though."
"Well, we were told that we would find you here about now,
and in that outfit. We were also told to bring these two cases
with us, and the contents. It seems that some of the items in here
are things that someone thinks you want or need."
"And who told you, if I may ask?"
"Well, we are not really supposed to say right now, just that
we were told to come and that you would be dressed like that. I
am sure you will find out all about it very soon, and why all this
elaborate scenario was set up like it was." Karen said, her face
lighting up with a bright smile. God this woman was gorgeous when
she smiled, and even when she did not. If Ron did not have Sharon,
he knew he would be trying to take this woman to bed even now,
perhaps, his luck taking a turn for the awesome, both of these
visions of loveliness standing before him.
"hmmm, curious. Now, what is it I can do for you?"
"Mind if we sit down to discuss this? It may take a few
minutes."
"Not at all, please, sit down. Oh, and can I get either of
you anything? Coffee, a drink, anything?" I said as I moved to sit
down on the couch. The girls shook their heads and mumbled
politely about being just fine for now. The twins each sat on
either side of me. For a moment no one spoke, just sat down and
looked at each other. As I sat there looking, I wished we had met
in other circumstances because as I sat looking at Karen I felt
desire rising within me like I had not felt in a long time. The
more I looked, the more I wanted to take her to bed and enjoy her
charms.
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