Chapter 4 – Dream Weaver
"See." Marti said with a bit of delight. "I told you it was beautiful. It is a little red, but it will fade, and I would recommend that you do some careful tanning at a salon, if you know what I mean."
I dried myself off and slipped my panties back on. "I can't believe I was hiding something that perfect." As I walked back to the living room, there was a new feeling between my legs. I could feel my lips sliding against each other and it kept a continuous low-level buzz flowing through my body. For one of the first times in my life I felt not just sexy, but sensual at the same time. I felt like I was ready to be admired and touched. And, if I wanted...I could do the touching.
Sitting on the arm of the couch, legs slightly spread, Marti and I continued our conversation about my new found sexuality.
"I just don't understand it. It seems like everything I do hits me right down there. I was sweeping the kitchen this morning and all of a sudden I was wondering how the broom handle, with its slickly painted sides would do for a dildo. Then I was watering the garden with the garden hose, and all I could think of was how each spray setting would feel if pointed in the right place! I find myself rubbing my crotch on objects absentmindedly." Just then I noticed that I was sliding ever so slightly against the arm of the chair and stopped before it was noticeable.
"Marti, I don't know what to do. I am having thoughts of doing things that I never thought of before. Oh, sure, I have read about some of these things, but have never done them. I just thought they were the perverted thoughts of some man, not something a woman would fantasize about and especially not me!"
"Jess, consider it a gift. Obviously, you never really got to enjoy one of life's greatest gifts; sex, until now. Just go with it, and let it happen. I think you will be shocked by its power and happier by the sheer pleasure it will give to you, not to mention Jon." She said with a giggle. "OK, enough of the philosophical mumbo-jumbo...what kind of things are you thinking about?"
"Well. I have this desire to be brazen. I dream about taking control of Jon and my sexual activities instead of letting him. I think about making love to his cock. I even think of sucking, kissing, licking and jerking his dick. Until the "Moment in the Market", I never thought about getting pleasure from doing things to him. Now, I can't stop thinking about it, and every time I do, I go wet and itchy. I fantasize about doing it in public, and when I say "it", I mean almost anything. I want Jon to breath along my neck, touch my shoulder, and kiss my forehead. I want him to inadvertently brush by my nipples while standing in the line for the movie, I want him to reach under my dress at a formal dinner and slowly slide his fingers under my panty and between my lips. I want to unzip his tuxedo pants, pull out his cock and mouth it right there in a room full of people. I want people to watch me...I almost flashed my breasts to some men driving over here. I want different positions, I dream of role playing, I..."
"STOP! You're killing me! I can't stand it. Your dreams are making me horny! I was wet before this conversation started, but now, I feel like...well, like this." At that Marti stood up and slid her pants off, once again revealing her perfect pussy. She immediately reached down between the folds and began to slowly rub herself. "OK, tell me more, and be a bit more descriptive."
"MARTI, what are you doing?"
"The same thing you should be doing. Now continue with your dreams, and I will tell you one of mine while you rub yourself into a state of satisfaction."
"Marti, really, I am not sure about this." I said, but knew I wanted to hear her dreams and touch myself also.
