It had been a long night out with the girls and most of us were sober enough to call a cab and then Betsy starts talking about fantasies.
"Men always have some fantasy they insist we try, am I right?"
I nodded, as did Samantha, Alana and Jenna as Betsy continued to regale us with her latest pontification.
"So last week Jeff decides it would be all nice an exciting for me to dress up as a school girl, you know the knee socks, little skirt white blouse? Well...."
I thought about my own sex life and if any of these friends of mine had ever left the world of vanilla sex, like I had.
"...and so after all that preparation my hair and that silly outfit. Jeff comes home basically flips up the back of my skirt, bends me over and wham bam his cock is spewing his cum in my pussy and he's off for a beer."
We all laughed at Betsy's story, sure that it was unfortunately the truth. I wondered again if any of them could handle a man with a true desire to fulfill his and their fantasy. These girls, and I was there a while ago, play pretend with their boyfriends or husbands, I took it to the next level.
"You think that's a tough one, let me tell you...."
Alana started in on her own fantasy story but I was thinking back to when I left their world and stepped into a dark fantasy I've had all my life. I was at a party some friends had thrown about a year ago. Tim was out on the deck with the guys so I'd spent a few hours mingling at the party and was about get him and leave when this tall and attractive man stops me. He took my hand lightly and said.
"You have the perfect body and I apologize if that offends you."
Stunned at the time but offended, no not at all. This fairly nice looking man just admired my body, a body that I've always considered workable but nothing special. I'm five foot six, so already I'm kind of the head sticking up in the crowd of women, I do like my hair though, a nice shade of Auburn that I let just brush atop my shoulders. Now as for my breasts? One day I love them the next I wish I had breasts. Ok, I'm a thirty four B cup and while they are a nice handful, I sometimes get a little worked up when every guy in the place glues their eyes to the 42 DDD with the tight T-shirt. I digress! I've got legs and an ass so God wasn't totally messing with me and my green eyes have been said to mesmerize both women and men. But the perfect body?
"I'm not offended but amused at your exaggeration, Mr.?"
"You may call me Robert, Miss? Or is it Mrs.?"
"Suzanne. My husband is outside. Do you always use that line on women? The perfect body thing?"
"Suzanne, but you do. I bet you are one of those silly women who is always standing in the mirror saying 'If my nose were just a little more to the left, or my ear lobes just a hair longer and my boobs I wish they were.' Yet, Suzanne when a man looks at the total package and how well matched the breasts are to the ass and the legs as well as the way the face is sculptured, we are very pleased."
"I think you've had too much to drink Robert."
"Oh Suzanne, do not run from your looks and make fun when a man tells you he finds you attractive. I'm sure your husband enjoys you completely, fills your every desire. Do not be afraid of me, I only give a woman what she asks for."
"And you think I was asking for someone to tell me how perfect my body was?"
"In a way yes. But I must be off now may I give you my card? I know how less safe it is for a beautiful woman to give out her number."
I nodded and before I could move he slipped his card down the front of my blouse, nestling it right atop my left nipple. I gasped and looked up to say something and saw only the back of Robert leaving. Not wanting to cause a scene at my friend's party I left the card where it sat, removing it in the bathroom and putting it in the bottom of my purse, then going to find Tim.
"...then he can't even get it up."
We all laughed as Alana finished her story and then Samantha said.
"Man at least you all have a story, my guy is pretty vanilla all the time. He's never even tried to do it with me anywhere but the bed. He's nice and I do like it but I'm thinking a good story would be nice too, at least once in a while."
Yeah, I tell myself if you can handle it Sam. I took a few weeks and finally retrieved the card from Mr. you've got a perfect body and called him. I asked Bob if he remembered me from the party a few weeks ago and he said, in a very deep and commanding type of voice, a voice that startled me.
"My name is Robert and yes I recall you Suzanne. What is it I may do for you?"
Ok, I was stunned by his question, I mean he gave me his card and asked me to call now he wants to know what I want. I lamely said. "I found your card."
Yeah on my nipple, how stupid was it for me to recall that in the fist few minutes of this call.
"I just wanted to call and find out more about a man who says the kinds of things you said."
"Suzanne, I think you called me for two reasons, One because you truly appreciated the fact that I recognized the perfection of your body."
He paused and I said.
"I believe you said two reasons?"
"Yes but before I tell you the second one, I know you will hang up the phone immediately and I understand. You will call back. The second reason my Suzanne is that you liked how I used your body the other night putting my card over your nipple. You are looking for a man who will take control unlike your husband, am I right?"
I did hang up the phone and I did call back a couple of days later.
"Yeah he's always like, just try it baby, I know you'll like it. I told him the other night that if it so good to buy me a strap on and I do him."
We all gave Jenna the high five and when it became my turn I said.
"Tim and I have a good life but he's never approached me with any of those fantasies."
I then begged off with a headache and left. I grinned to myself as I walked out thinking about that line 'not tonight I have a headache'. In the cab I recalled now that second phone call.
"Bob its me Suzanne!'
"My name is Robert."
"I'm sorry Robert, I won't forget again and I'm sorry I hung up on you the other night."
"I am sure it will happen again before you understand your nature, Suzanne. In fact that last sentence probably had you clenching the phone and thinking about it, am I right?"
"Damn you yes, You are so, so ..."
"I think the word is right. Now meet me tomorrow at 11 and Joe's coffee on Main. I prefer you in a simple skirt and blouse, medium heels and stockings not panty hose. I assume it will be no problem for you to make an excuse for your husband?"
"Who do you..."
"Now Suzanne let us not play games, till tomorrow then?"
He hung up the phone and left me angry. How dare this man tell me where and when to meet or how to dress, why the sheer effrontery of that man. I was sitting patiently at Joes the next day in a basic black skirt, a while cotton blouse, medium heels and stockings, clipped to a garter belt, no pantyhose. My husband was at work.
Robert came in and went straight to the counter returning with two cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me and I said.
"Robert I really don't like coffee."
He looked at me briefly then picked up his cup, took a drink and said.
"Suzanne, it is a gift from me, please do not insult me. Drink it. I want you to know what pleases me, and this coffee pleases me. Drink it and learn more about me."
I reluctantly drank the coffee, black and it was bitter but I made it through. When I'd finished Robert said.
"I believe you are the type of woman who can enjoy both a man and a woman."
Did he just ask me about my sexual preferences. Why am I here, I've got to go. But instead I said.
"Not that it's any of your business Robert but I'm straight, I enjoy men in my bed."
"Yes, I know that Suzanne, but I think you also enjoy the occasional woman too! Do not lie to me Suzanne.
Damn it, how did he know?