Chapter 10 – Martie's Fantasy
"So, lets hear it. Out with it girl." Marti implored as we sipped our over priced coffee lattes.
The view from our garden table included the walkway to the local fitness center. Although Marti would tell anyone who asked that is was the beautiful flowers around the garden that brought her back to this spot for a relaxing cup of coffee, we both knew it was the foot traffic that she was watching. It was the hard bodies going and coming from the center that really caught her attention, both male and female.
Women as a whole are people watchers to a degree unknown to men. Men are looking for the most part at women only, checking to see if she possesses the physical traits we women know they crave or at least those we have convinced ourselves that they do; full lips, muscularly shaped legs, thin waists, and lets not forget the ever present big breasts. To be caught admiring another man's body or style is considered bad form, whereas with women, looking at other women is something all women do and frankly expect.
We compare ourselves to the entire styling package, including clothes, hair, makeup, walk, bounce, and the aforementioned physical attributes. And, as you all know we usually do not see ourselves as comparing well. Sure we can pick out the flaws in other women, but we are far more critical of ourselves. You would think the primary reason we style is to attract the opposite sex. Honestly, we must admit that we style as much to be noticed by men as we do by other women. It is this reason Marti and I sip our coffee here. We want to watch people go by and comment on all of them.
"Out with what?" I let go, distracted by the boy/girl pair who just left the spa hand in hand, sweating through their gym outfits. His was the normal male getup, tee shirt, shorts, white ankle socks and tennis shoes. Hers, was...well, lets just say it was meant for both working out and looking stylish. The front was cut low to allow her ample breasts to show above, and her thong bottom over the leotards did nothing more than accent her firm butt cheeks.
"Out with your latest escapades! I want to know what you have been up to." She said with a devilish growl in her voice. "Are you still a raging sexual goddess?"
I smiled back and flipped my hand at her. "OK...yes, I admit it...I am a sex goddess and it is becoming more fun everyday. Jon and I are exploring sex every couple of days with me experimenting with my newfound discoveries and desires. In fact, I am not wearing any panties as we speak! And...it is...delicious." It was the only word I could think of to explain how I felt and it fit.
"You bottomless tramp! Tell me!" Martie said as she giggled. "But...not here. I am not sure I could stand it, and I know the folks around here would find it bad form for me to be playing with myself under the table." The waiter came and Martie picked up the tab. "The price of admission." She said as I protested her generosity.
When we got back to her flat, Martie wasted no time, popping a bottle of Chardonnay and pouring two very large, very full glasses. We drank them until they were almost empty, laughing and gabbing about things in general when Martie said, "I'll be right back and I want to hear all the sordid details of your adventures!" And left me sitting on her lounging leather couch.
While Martie was gone, I started to think about the last time I was here and how I learned that my pussy was a work of art and not a smudge mark on my feminine canvas. I also began to think about the stories I would be telling Martie concerning what had happened since then and I could feel the heat rising within me. I was also starting to feel the effects of the wine and between the two, found myself pleasantly aroused.
Martie came bounding back into the room wearing a loose bathrobe tied around her waist.
"What's with the bathrobe?" I inquired.
"Well, I just thought I would save myself some effort. If your stories are even close to the fantasies you described the last time you were here, then I will have to have easy access. I will not just sit here frustrated and cream my jeans when I can just lean back, spread my robe, and play with myself." At this, Martie pulled back the opening of her robe, exposing to me the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Of course, I had only seen hers and mine, but who is counting?
"Well, if you're going to be like that, then I feel compelled to be likewise ready for what ever might cum!" I said as I let my jeans fall to the floor, exposing the micro patch panties I bought during the show I gave at Penney's. I flopped back onto the couch and put my feet up on the ottoman.
"Wow, what are you wearing?"
"Just something I picked up the other day while shopping at Penny's" I said with a slight grin.
"And, I thought you said you were not wearing anything under your jeans"
"This is far closer to nothing than it is to something." I said in my defense.
"Good point." Martie said as she reclined on the easy chair.
And with that I began to tell her the story of my shopping spree. By the time I was half finished, Martie had shed her robe completely and was completely nude and had two fingers buried inside while the other hand was seriously stroking the full lathered length between her labial lips.
I found myself watching her every movement and embellished the story a bit to keep her on a constant sexual high. I was absolutely stunned by her beauty. I guess I had never looked at a nude woman this way, especially one who was in the throws of self-satisfaction. The lines and curves of her body were poetry in motion as she undulated under the slow build of her impending climax. The interspersed quick thrashes when she reached a spike sent a sensual spasm over the flexed and soft parts of her body. I could easily see that her beautifully large breasts were firming up and her nipples would flash hard and then soften as she rode the roller coaster of arousal.
I then told her the story of my dinner and the one about the dinner party. By this time, I had my fingers doing a strong tap dance over my sensitive parts too.
"You mean you left a perfect image of your butt and pussy on the fender of his car?" Martie said with great delight. I had finally shocked her.
