Could Fantasy Become Reality

Jo was on a weeklong assignment for the magazine for which she worked. She was spending the week at a beach resort writing about the traveling adventures of adult singles. She had spent the afternoon in the office of 'The Dream Maker', as the name implies it is a sort of dating/fantasy planner for adventurous adults. She learned that people went to this and other similar places to arrange dream vacations or a dream date. Businesses such as this cater to men, women, and even some couples who wanted something special but could not plan it on their own. Their needs, she found, ranged from a getaway weekend to a night on the town. She was told of one man who was coming to town for his class reunion and wanted a beauty on his arm because he had been the class nerd. He dreamed of going to his 10-year reunion and showing his fellow alum that he had finally been a success with the women. Then there was the couple that was prim and proper business people that wanted to go somewhere exotic to spice up their life and their love life. They went on a weekend swingers retreat in the mountains.

She was amazed at some of the requests this place had fulfilled. They ran the spectrum from a mild mannered travel agency to a procurer of your wildest fantasy and all legitimate and on the up and up as far as she could see. She had a meeting with an attorney the next morning to review legalities of such businesses. While at the travel agency, they went over the 'analysis form' with her. This was the form that all clients filled out to help fulfill their dream. It even had a fantasy area. She filled out one, which they allowed her to have a copy.

She had been told to answer the questions openly and honestly with no concern for shocking them. With all said and done the 'agent' told her she was fairly bland and most normal compared to most of their clients. She already knew most of that but she had thought her deepest fantasy had been a bit kinky, yet they determined her bland and normal. In a way, she was a bit hurt and still she knew she was a normal, healthy woman.

She returned to the resort and went to her room. She dropped onto the bed and looked out her window at the private beach with all the people walking, playing, tanning and otherwise enjoying themselves and then she looked into the mirror at herself. She lay there in her stiff business attire looking almost severe instead of feminine and desirable. It was apparent to even her why she only drew the business sort when she had a date at all. Her evening was free and she was supposed to mingle and it was all at the magazines expense so she decided to experiment a bit. She called the office and asked about a hairstylist, she was told no one would be free for a few hours. She said that was fine she would be on the veranda and they could call her from there. She changed into a skort, tank, and sandals then went out to have a drink. She sat watching the people and the beautiful view. Off on the one side she spied a couple making out while off to the other side were a group playing Frisbee. She was lost in thought, enjoying the sights when a man in shorts approached her saying he was her stylist. He was in his late 20's, muscular, tanned and generally sexy. He had his bag and said they should return to her room and he would make her even more beautiful than she already was.

Once inside he asked to see her wardrobe. She looked at him quizzically and he explained that he would tailor what he did to her own personal style. He frowned at her clothes, telling her she needed more feminine attire, less formal and stuffy. He said if she liked he could show her how to still look professional but have a more womanly air. She thanked him but explained she was only looking to have her hair done and take in a late supper.

He frowned again and asked, "Please give me free reign to recreate you. You are so beautiful but you do not realize it. A new total look could make you feel so much better about yourself. I can tell you are feeling sort of 'ho hum' about yourself, you need a boost to feel a bit wilder. I saw that look in your eyes on the veranda as you watched the others.," he told her.

She balked but deep down she knew he was right and finally relented to the promise that he would not go extreme, nothing far out or sleazy. They discussed her assignment as he worked. She skirted around the events of the afternoon, which had lead to this. In no time he had her transformed, 'Bessie Business into the understated sexy mogul' she was amazed at the transformation. He dressed her and told her to go frolic and to remember the evening was about fantasy fulfillment and she would even be able to use it in her article. After he left she looked into the mirror and was amazed at what a difference a new hairstyle and some makeup could do combined with a few extra buttons undone and a necklace. She did not feel quite so 'ho hum' anymore.

She wandered around the resort a bit and bought a few 'out of character' things in the boutique, then had dinner. She sat on the veranda to eat and have another drink. She continued her observations of the surrounding people. After she was finished eating she kicked back and propped her feet up. She wore a short skirt so she had to be a bit cautious as she propped her strappy heels on the opposite chair. The crashing waves and dull hum of the people caressed her as she again thought of her assignment and herself. She thought of the couple she had seen earlier and the questionnaire, she knew she had not been very honest on it, had not really listed her deepest fantasies like it asked. She wondered what differences it would have made on the results. She was so lost in her thoughts that she was unaware she was being watched just as she watched the others.

Ty had been divorced several years and had thrown himself into his work to avert his problems, which was in part, nay, in total why his marriage failed. He was taking time at the resort to try to start anew. He had never been one for flings or one-night stands but he realized he needed a change and female companionship. As he was eating, this sexy yet somewhat business-like woman enters all relaxed and sultry looking. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. He could sense the business-like part and yet she had a sensual air that just seemed to captivate him. Something drew him to her and he wanted to go over to her but didn't have the nerve, not where beautiful, strong women were concerned. He just knew he had to meet her though. He called the waiter over and asked him to replenish her drink, he knew it was old hat but he had to do something.

The waiter brought Jo a drink and told her it was from the gentleman, nodding in the direction of Ty. She started to refuse but looked at him and saw he looked like a businessman, a regular type so she accepted. She smiled and mouthed 'thank you' to him. He nodded and tried to glance away. She thought her acceptance would bring him over to her but instead he looked out over the water as she had. She went back to gazing out over the crashing waves, suddenly she felt a presence. She looked up and there stood the man from across the room. He was tall, probably over 6', quite sexy with his dark hair and smoldering eyes. She sat frozen then found herself and asked him to join her.

"Thank you for the drink, I'm Jo," she said.

"You're welcome. I'm Ty nice to meet you Jo," he replied.

Momentary silence fell over them, they laughed at the aquardness. Both were used to dealing with people all the time, quite frequently strangers and yet they couldn't find a word to say to one another. The silence drug as they both looked out over the water.

Finally he broke the silence, "I'm in plastics in Atlanta. I'm on my first vacation in 10 years."

"I'm a staff writer for a magazine on assignment," she replied.

"Well we're off to a good conversation now. I'm 45, divorced and tired of being a stodgy businessman. My co-workers talked me into taking this vacation and I decided it would be a good place to start fresh and become a new man so to speak," he said.

"I'm 40, never married, unless you count to my work, and working on a bit of a change myself," she returned.

The waiter returned to see if they needed anything and gave them their checks. Neither wanted this meeting to end so he suggested a stroll along the beach. They strolled along and chatted about anything and everything. It grew dark and they were nearing a bar that turned out was near their rooms so they decided to stop in for a drink. They took a table, talked and danced a bit. She marveled at how good a dancer he was and he at how wonderful it felt to relax and dance again. Back at the table conversation turned to her article. She explained the purpose and how she was handling it. He was impressed. He asked if she had considered using herself as a subject for the article. He thought that maybe she could try out one of the fantasy dates or such and using that as a basis. She told him she generally preferred to observe as she felt she wrote more objectively as an observer than a participant.

As they got up to leave his pager went off, since his room was closest he asked if she minded stopping so he could return the call, which was important. She agreed although she might have taken it as a line had it come from anyone else. They went into his room, he went to the desk and picked up the phone. She perched on the edge of a chair watching as he explained some business detail. When he was done he asked if she'd like to continue the conversation there or if she was tired he'd walk her to her room.

"I have an early appointment so I should be getting to bed," she said regretfully.

He walked her to her room, gingerly he put his arm around her waist. She was amused at the aquardness of the walk suddenly. He gave her a chaste kiss at the door and asked if she'd have dinner with him the next night. She agreed and he asked if 7 would be ok. She spent the next hour making notes for the morning meeting with the attorney. She also decided to wear her new purchases the next night. She tried to go to sleep but she found all she could think about was Ty and his smoldering eyes, sleep finally came in the midst of her fantasy in which the man now had a face: Ty's.

Ty went back to his room and lay down after stripping to his underwear and thought about Jo. He hadn't made love in years and actually hadn't had the desire until tonight. He imagined holding her in his arms, kissing her, the fiery passion that would envelope them; he too fell asleep with a face to his fantasy woman.

Jo's wakeup call interrupted her dreams and she arose to face her day of appointments. First she placed a call to reserve the same stylist she had the day before and then she went back to her business self and off to her meetings. She gathered the legalities from the lawyer and met with a couple that had agreed to be interviewed about their experience with the fantasy service. Around 1 she stopped for a bite of lunch before her last meeting for the day.

She went to what appeared to be a large estate type house, which bore the name 'The Den'. She was greeted at the door by what appeared to be the maid and taken into a parlor like room and offered champagne or wine. Soon she was introduced to 'Mistress Dee'. Mistress Dee was a tall, severe looking woman. Dressed in black leather and the highest heels Jo had ever seen she was an ominous presence. She talked to Jo in a somewhat stern manner and explained the function of 'The Den'. It catered to the B&D, S&M culture that was far larger than Jo had imagined. She related some of the 'scenes' portrayed and even allowed her to observe another of the Mistress's with a client. She explained they ranged from mild to extreme, the client she had observed had been moderate she was told although she found it very severe. After Mistress Dee and a few of the others had answered her questions she took her leave and returned to the resort. She decided after that visit that her life was very 'vanilla' as the Mistress had put it.

It was 4 o'clock when her stylist arrived and she showed him her new outfit. Oddly it now reminded her of a 'French vanilla' version of the Mistress. She laughed as she showed it to him and then explained what she had found so funny. He thought the thought rather cute and asked if he could spice it up a bit for her. He called the shop and told whoever answered what he wanted and as he was working on her hair it appeared at the door.

Today there was something a little different about the stylist and his handling of her. He was more relaxed and a bit 'friendly' she thought. Today he had her undress and put on one of those silly robes that tied in the front and didn't really cover anything. Her bra and panties showed under the gap. He put the twisty rollers in her hair and stood her up, dropped the robe and looked appraisingly at her form. He walked over to the boxes on the bed and removed a black lacy push-up bra and matching lacy thong panties. She stood in a trance as he removed her bra, her nipples grew hard as he surveyed her before walking to his case to retrieve brushes and jars. She was frozen in time as he brushed and powdered her breasts. He explained the makeup was waterproof and as if to demonstrate he leaned over and flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She caught her breath as her legs quivered. Then his lips latched onto it and he suckled like a baby. Her legs began to give way and he laid her on the bed continuing his licking and suckling. She just lay there enjoying, it felt too good to protest. His hands caressed her body until he met her panties, which he began sliding down. He rose and looked at her laying here, he ran his fingers through her pubic hair.

"We must do something about this," he chided. He walked away and came back with razors and crème. He parted her thighs and went to work as the assistant brought a basin of hot water. First he trimmed and then he shaved. He finished and washed away the lingering crème and hairs. He dried her and then used a musky scented oil to smooth over the freshly barren skin.

His ministrations made her even more hot and bothered, she could feel her juices flowing freely. She felt him wiping away the overflow several times. After shaving and drying her he massaged an erotically musky oil over her mound allowing his finger to caress gently down her slit. His finger delved into her wet hole and then dragged languorously over her clit each time until he had her shuddering in orgasm.

"Now there's the best scent in the world," he stated as he slid the lacy thong up her legs. He sat her up and put the bra on her, gently arranging her breasts for maximum cleavage. This gave her time to recoup. He stood her up and put on the leather skirt and vest leaving the blouse off.

"You can use that another time" he said plainly. Then he pulled her strapy black heels from the closet and put them on. He had a red and black lacy garter, which he slid up her leg. Then he combed out her hair and retouched her makeup. When he was done he walked her to the mirror and before her stood the woman of her fantasies, both were pleased with the results.

The stylist left with a big tip and soon after she heard a knock at her door. There stood Ty in black slacks and a red print shirt. Suddenly she had he urge to change thinking the outfit too daring but the smile on his face reassured her it was perfect. Little did she know the smile represented his fantasy standing before him. They went to his car and drove the short distance to the seafood place he'd found earlier. They ate and had a nice bottle of wine and talked like they had known one another forever. After dinner they went to the restaurant's bar for a few drinks before returning to his room to lounge on his terrace and sip wine and look out over the ocean.

She told him more about Mistress Dee and her scenarios. He questioned her about the extremes they went. He confessed that he'd always had a fantasy that included some light bondage. She looked at him a bit shocked although not for the reason he thought, but because she had a similar fantasy. She laughed and told him she had somewhat the same fantasy. He moved over closer to her as she talked, their eyes met and volumes were spoken. He leaned to her and kissed her, the passion was full of fiery electricity. He broke the kiss and held her hand as she stood and they went inside. He led her to the bed and began removing the black scarves attached to her and her outfit, then removed the skirt and let I drop to the floor. He opened the vest and kissed the cleavage as it spilled out, all the while she was fumbling with his clothes, and finally she dropped his pants, which he stepped out of as she took off his shirt. Still in her bra and panties he laid her on the bed, he leaned over and picked up one of the scarves, looping one end loosely over her wrist and tying the other to the bedpost. He continued until she was spread eagle on his bed.

Her breathes were short and clipped in anticipation. H asked if she would mind being blindfolded and she agreed. He kissed her again his hands moved along to her bra, which he folded down exposing her hard nipples that stood at full attention for him. He moved down to lick and suck on them, to tease her with both his hands and his mouth. The whole time he could feel the heat rising from her pussy, the erotic aroma of a woman aroused, the world's best perfume. He kissed his way to her feet and back before kissing her wet mound through the sheer triangle that covered it.

She wanted to be able to reach for him, to hold him, to caress him yet being bound was strangely erotic. She felt everything was out of her control for once, she could do no more than wiggle and gyrate trying to lead his touches, his kisses, to where she wanted them most; instead she was held captive, at his whim, she was his to do with as he pleased. She strained against her bindings to no avail, his prisoner. Finally, he reached for the material that was wetly covering her womanhood, unlatched the clasps at the sides and gazed hungrily at her pussy. He allowed his finger to trace around the hairless mound grazing over the slit before finally dipping into the steamy wet divide.

She moaned in agonized pleasure as he teased her pussy. She so wanted his face buried deep into her mound but he had other plans. His tongue now replaced his fingers and he continued to trace around her mound licking and kissing everywhere but where she needed him to be. She was ready to beg him to eat her when his tongue finally dipped into the crevice. Finally his tongue lapped at her sopping slit, it felt like a flaming dagger and yet was so pleasurable.

Ty maneuvered himself between her spread thighs, gazed up her body at her, he parted her lips just as she looked down towards him. They smiled at one another just before he dove in to take her swollen clit between his lips and began to lick and suck it at the same time. His tongue delved deep inside her tunnel as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. His tongue dove deeper lapping out the juices she was spilling for him. She gasped and arched her back as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her. He continued to lap and suck at her like a hungry puppy, knowing all the right spots to hit.

Just when she thought she would burst his tongue again found her clit, it danced over it several times before his lips again latched onto it and he sucked and licked until she felt the warmth of an impending orgasm filling her, he felt it too and he began to suck her clit in earnest. He continued until the twitching of her pussy turned into her bucking against his face with her juices running down his chin. He then went to work sucking up the overflow before going back to sucking her clit until she came yet again to another shuddering climax.