Dreamscape Part 2
The six weeks since Sasha and I first met seemed to evaporate into thin air. I went about my business obligations as I normally would but gone was the pointless lingering at work into the evenings and the calls and texts trying to find activities to keep me busy on the weekends. Sasha and I found pleasure in each other, and we gravitated toward similar interests that never seemed contrived or forced in either direction. If anyone had told me that such an ideal lover and companion existed for me, I never would have believed it.
True to his word, her older brother, Emil, gave us plenty of space and never made me feel uncomfortable when we were all together, and Sasha never brought up the evening of sex that Emil and I shared after we met. It is a wonderful relationship all around and I am the happiest I have ever been in my life. I finally do not feel shame for who I am, nor do I feel self-conscious about how I dress and how I act toward other people. I feel liberated. Sasha is remarkably uninhibited, a true free spirit who has helped me lose my inhibitions as well and I am in her debt.
Normally, I stay at my apartment during the week and Sasha will spend one night with me mid-week and I will stay at the house she shares with her brother on the weekends. It is a comfortable arrangement and has allowed me to relax and look around the old house as we move from room to room, mingling with friends and Emil's business acquaintances. The place is interesting and seems taken from a gothic novel although very warm in its spirit.
Early in our relationship, I told Sasha about my dreams and the striking similarity between her and the exotic lady that featured prominently in them, the house, and her brother as well. She was mildly skeptical of any real connection but having adjusted to her brother's trust in fate and intuition, she would not call my suspicions irrational, saying instead that the connection, if it exists, remains to be demonstrated. I cited examples like her penchant for wearing see-through gowns at evening gatherings and her instinctive understanding of why I would kneel before her to kiss her dick and then submit to sodomy in front of a group of people that I had never seen before. She called me silly and merely laughed off my search for rationality in dreams.
One Sunday afternoon, we were skinny dipping and lounging by the pool when Emil came out to tell Sasha that he had to leave for Europe unexpectedly and would be back later in the week. He said that he regretted having to miss our planned dinner in the evening but looked forward to a raincheck, kissed us both goodbye and then left for the airport.
After the sound of the departing car disappeared, Sasha rolled onto her stomach and asked me to apply fresh suntan lotion to her back. Agreeing to her request, I sat on the edge of her lounge chair and started rubbing the oily lotion on her shoulders and working down her back. When I reached her buttocks she wiggled slightly and moaned and I took this as a signal to be more attentive to this part of her anatomy. I slowly slid my fingers into the crease of her ass and used my palm to rub her buttock which elicited another moan. My index finger slowly made its way into her anus and I massaged the rim, noticing the way that she was clenching the towel beneath her as I did so.
When I withdrew my finger she sighed, "Don't stop," which prompted me to change position to straddle her and use both hands to rub lotion on her back and buttocks, a pretense that she knew quite well. I applied lotion to my erect penis as I rubbed her back and then gently placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her anus. Sasha immediately pushed back allowing the shaft to penetrate her and causing her to moan loudly, and me to push deeper. We worked up a rhythm and within a few minutes, I erupted inside of her, and semen soon dripped out of her ass. She cried out as she felt me cum and I panted, trying to catch my breath. After a couple of minutes, Sasha wriggled around under me and rolled onto her back exposing her erect penis. "Now, you know what I want so don't tease me," she said, grabbing me by the sides of my head and pulling it down onto her stiff cock.
It didn't take long for me to bring Sasha to orgasm, and I savored the feel and taste of her semen in my mouth. She has a lovely smooth penis since she completely removes the hair from her body, so with a little oil she is like a seal and wonderful to hold. This is very stimulating and erotic for me since I always enjoyed the feel of a smooth body, and she used that knowledge to get what she wanted from me whenever she wanted it. Satisfying her carnal desires was not the most unpleasant of obligations and the thought of this wonderful distraction in my life made me smile to myself.
Thursday afternoon brought a text from Sasha asking me to come to the house earlier than normal this week since Emil was returning and she would like to make a welcome home dinner for him and a business acquaintance he invited there to spend a few days. Remembering the visions from my dreams and the nice atmosphere of the dinner parties, made accepting the invitation a simple decision. Now I really had something to look forward to and I was excited by the prospect of seeing Emil again.
When I arrived at the house later that day, I heard the chatter of conversation and laughter as I entered the kitchen. Sasha greeted me warmly with a kiss on the lips and Emil walked over to give me his usual double kiss hello, "Welcome stranger," said Emil in a hearty voice, "I have missed you. Regis, this is Craig, I mean Karine, whom I have told you about." The handsome stranger that Emil introduced as Regis greeted me with a friendly handshake followed by a kiss on the cheek.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Karine," said Regis with a smile. Everyone seemed to be in an upbeat, jovial mood, no doubt aided by the pitcher of martinis that was dripping condensation onto the tray.
"Come dear, have a drink," said Sasha as she filled a glass and handed it to me with a big smile. "I've missed my sweet Karine as well. It has been a long week, n'est pas?"
"Oui, mon chére, very long," I replied.
As we talked and drank, Regis spent a good amount of time close to me and occasionally put his arm around my waist, with his hand on my hip. Sasha merely smiled at this attention, and I good-naturedly went along, seeing that Emil was smiling and clearly glad that his guest was enjoying himself. As the evening progressed, I became more aware that my alter ego, Karine, was taking control and I enjoyed letting her presence become more pronounced. Sasha obviously welcomed the change and discreetly encouraged the other "girl" in the room to mingle and flirt more.
Sasha organized a lovely dinner with delicious wine to accompany it, and the bright conversation and humor of Emil and Regis made for an enjoyable evening. We were obviously headed for a late night, but no one seemed to mind. Soon we went into the large salon and everyone's focus, attention and comments shifted more directly toward Sasha and her selected outfit, a sheer lavender long-sleeved blouse and sheer black harem pants, both worn without undergarments as usual. There was teasing back and forth between Sasha and Emil as you would expect with siblings and occasionally Regis chimed in with double-entendre remarks aimed at me and a sly glance now and then that clearly indicated his fascination with Sasha. It was all clever risqué fun from my point of view and quite reminiscent of the scenes I witnessed in my dreams, all pleasant and now all understandable.
At one point, Emil rose from his chair and took Sasha by the hand to lead her to the chaise lounge in the small salon. She smiled at me as she left as if to convey a hidden message although she never broke her stride and walked easily with her brother. Regis was mesmerized by the way Sasha moved and I could tell that he was getting aroused watching her body under the near-transparent garments. "Lovely, isn't she?" I said quietly.
"Breathtaking," came the response very casually. After a few minutes of silence, Regis turned to me and continued, "I would imagine that in an outfit like that, you would be quite beautiful as well."
"Perhaps, but I don't think that I could pull it off like she does," I confessed with a smile.
"Oh, don't be so modest, Karine. I think that you must have a magnificent body under those clothes and with the right outfit people would be mesmerized," he said.
"You flatter me, Regis, but I appreciate the comment nonetheless," I admitted. "It's not every day that a handsome gentleman says something so complimentary to me."
"Look who's being flattering now," Regis joked.
"Fair's fair," I said.
"Tell me, Karine, do you ever wear similar clothes? Maybe when you stay here with Sasha?" he said in a voice so sweet it was dripping honey. "Or are you more proper in your attire?"
"I am when I go to a dinner party, but I am not shy if that is what you're asking," I replied, "I enjoy being comfortable among friends."
"We are friends now, are we not?" Regis said with a sly smile.
I smiled back but before I could answer the sound of very heavy breathing and stifled moaning drifted in from the small salon. Glancing into the dimly lit room, I saw Sasha reclining on the chaise lounge without her blouse and Emil standing close by with his erect penis thrusting in and out of her mouth, eyes focused on the movement of her head. Emil was moaning, obviously nearing orgasm while Sasha was intently working to make it happen.
"They are not wasting time," Regis commented. "I knew Emil missed being here, but I did not realize how important you two are in his life."
