The old Volvo rolled to a stop in front of the Victorian house. It had been carved up into three apartments and Sadie lived on the second floor. The light she had left on cast a warm glow in sharp contrast to the chill that she was beginning to feel after turning the car off. Even so, she continued to just sit staring straight ahead. Although looking at the house she was deep in thought going over the events of the night.
"Mike, well he is a good man. Trustful of Nicole and remarkable in his carnal abilities. "Going back in her mind she lightly admonished herself as if she needed to defend her enjoyment of his hard cock. "But what was it that made this evening so different? Was it the way Nichole set the stage or was it the dinner and the wine?" Glancing in the car mirror she laughed at the quizzical look that stared back. "Oh for God's sake, grow up. So you liked the cock almost as much as you liked the pussy. Did they seem to care? No, so why are you making such a big deal of it?"
Something about the evening had caught her off guard. She had gone to visit Nichole to read the erotic book that she had recently purchased. Already attracted to her she thought that if the chemistry was right then it might lead to an evening of fun. It had started out so well. When the reading and dinner led to a kiss she knew instantly that it would not stop there. While kissing Nicole, her husband (Mike), came home. This had been his fantasy as well, so after a short discussion, he followed us into the bedroom and watched as I seduced his wife. Kissing and sucking Nicole's sweet pussy and lightly pinching her firm breasts was fantastic." My body was so ready and she was so deliciously accepting that I didn't even realize that Mike was rubbing his rod up and down my clit. By the time he thrust himself into me I was licking Nicole's pussy and begging Mike to pound me harder. She relived each stroke and sighed. Taking the key out of the ignition and wrapping her coat tight against her body she ran to her house.
Without a look she draped her coat on the hall tree and headed for the kitchen to put on a kettle of water. Walking to the end of the hall she turned the glass antique door knob before stepping into the bathroom. This stylish black-and-white bath was designed perfectly. The claw-foot tub was surrounded by a crisp white shower curtain. A large area rug and stacks of towels added to the relaxed feeling she looked for when she needed a good soak. Stripping off her clothes she slid on her slippers and black robe that hung on the door. Tea and a bath was the order of the evening; hearing the kettle whistle she headed to the kitchen, filling a cup with hot water and a tea bag. This was going to be the perfect end to a perfect day.
Turning on the hot water and sitting on the side of the tub, she sipped her tea. Talking out loud it was though she thought vocalizing her thoughts would make them easier to understand. "What made this so different was that I could easily have enjoyed either one alone. Yes, what a switch from the usual. As I recall my last tryst with a married couple worked out well for them; but I really felt like a third wheel. Tonight was just what a threesome with a man and woman should be "
Taking her robe and slippers off she stepped into the hot water. Crouching down she eased herself in sighing right up to the moment the hot water touched her pussy.
"Yikes," she jumped up with a start. Concentrating on the evening it hadn't occurred to her that she might be a bit sore and want to slowly enter the water. She caught her breath as she once again slowly lowered herself into the water. "Ah, that's better." Leaving only her head exposed she relaxed her muscles and freed her mind of anything but the memories of the release that was given so artfully just hours before. She also realized that she wanted more.
Soaking in the hot water had soothed her aching pussy. She was enjoying the foamy liquid soap she was applying to her body. Raising her leg high in the air she gently rubbed the washcloth over her toes and down her well defined calf. Draping the washcloth over her thigh she pulled it toward her pussy. Ever so lightly it skimmed the lips of her labia and teased her clit. She repeated the process on the other leg and the sensation caused her to smile. It reminded her of when Mike lightly licked her pussy. Once again she drifted back to the intense fucking the three had given each other. The water was cooling and if she didn't get out she would need to pull the shower wand into the tub. It would not only warm up the water but also could be used on her tender pussy.
"What a slut your are," her voice soft and admonishing, "it isn't as though you haven't had any sex." Stepping out of the bath she finished her tea and walked halfway down the hall to her bedroom. So wonderfully exhausted she fell right to sleep never hearing the beep of her answering machine.
With a will of its own the dream came over her. Her body relaxed and her mind open it felt as though she was watching a movie. Looking around she realized that the hills that surrounded her were not new. Years before she had stood just about where she was standing now. Yes, back when she was younger and experiencing love and sex was new. Walking through tall grass she crested a hill and saw a camp below in a valley. A small cabin was surrounded by a cluster of tents with a fire-pit off to one side. Seeing people walking around she felt as those she might know them. Sweat trickling down her back she wiped her forehead. From some memory from long ago she knew that behind the camp was a small lake. Feeling free and light she ran toward the camp knowing that she would be welcome.
"Where have you been Sadie?" a short stout woman wearing only a bandana called out. "Felicia has been looking for you, she ask that you be told to go to the lake if you were seen. So much to do before tonight, next year you will be a part of the setup. Ah, I remember my first time, it was glorious." In that second she remembered this place; the people and the night of the Fall Solstice Celebration that she would be a part of.
Taking in the woman before her it all seemed normal. A naked woman with a yellow bandana holding a hammer in one hand. Her small stature seemed to magnify her stout countenance. Full breasts that bordered on pendulous heaved up and down the more excited she became. The dark pubic hair was not trimmed which only surprised her for an instant until her dream-mind accepted this as the fashion of the time. This was, after all, a woman's retreat. Celebrating the end of the growing season and the beginning of winter, this festival was a time of thanks and reflection. She recalled that the high priestess had been her lover and she had really wanted see if I wanted to join her group. Even though I was not a member of this woman's tribe I was going to make the best of this experience and wanted to join in the dancing and festivities. I was much younger then; my life uncluttered. It was at that moment that the realization that this night she would learn about passion and the many forms it could take.
"Robyn, I am so sorry. The weather is so beautiful and the hills so green I spent the morning exploring. But I am back now and will go help Felicia." Reaching for her I gave her a quick kiss and turned toward my tent. "Better shed my exploring outfit, no need for a clothes on the lake."
"Or anywhere else around here."
Robyn's eyes twinkled, "I better get back to work, I am putting the pyre together for the dance tonight. See you then." I watched her round ass bounced up and down as she trotted toward an open field where a load of wood was stacked. Logs had been put in a semi-circle around the stack of wood; not too close to burn, just a place you could watch the fire. It also came to her that the celebration was going to begin at midnight and she couldn't wait.
Sadie turned and ran toward the familiar tent. She knew the duffel bag in the corner held her belongings. The thin rope that she had hung to one side was where her bra and panties hung only slightly damp. She smiled remembering being picked up by her friends and thrown in the lake. It had been the price she paid for wearing clothes in the naked only zone.
It was at that moment she realized that Robyn was a young and fresh version of her current self. If she was indeed reliving her past then she would be her younger self as well. Stripping off the light blue skirt she ran her hands over her body. It was true, the dream had transported her back to a place of pleasure, sweetness and seduction. This was as natural and beautiful as watching a sunrise after a sleepless night of unbridled passion; she was euphoric.
