My story "A Woman Knows..." was only supposed to be a one story part, but with all the feedback I received asking to have Eve and Tara actually get involved, I decided to write a second part to my story. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)
- NawtyGrl
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On my way home from the airport, I couldn't help but to think about my dream with Eve. What ever would posses me to dream of something like that? I could still feel her kissing me, caressing me, and touching my most private parts of my body.
My husband was still at work by the time I got home, so I gave him a quick call to let him know I was home and safe. He suggested we go out for a nice dinner, which sounded wonderful to me, considering I hadn't seen him in 3 days, and missed him greatly. I agreed and hung up the phone. I decided I wouldn't tell him what happened on the plane, not right now anyway. I went to the bedroom and dropped my suitcases on the bed. I didn't feel like unpacking them just yet, so I decided to treat myself to a hot bubble bath instead. My muscles hurt, my mind raced, and panties still wet from my excitement. I stepped out of my clothes and down into the hot bath. It felt so good on my skin. I lay back in the tub and placed my washcloth over my eyes. Some time later, I heard the door to the bathroom open quietly, followed by footsteps coming closer to me. I lay there, semi-conscious from my fatigue and felt the soft touch of finger tips run the length of my inner leg, closer to my pussy. My husband always liked to interrupt my so called relaxation time with a little play that usually turned into pure enjoyment for me. My body needed a release from my minds journey anyway, so I just lay there quietly soaking up the attention. I felt the lips of my pussy being spread open and ran the length of, sending tiny shocks through my body.
"Mmmm, that feels so good Baby... stick them inside."
Obeying my request, his fingers slid deep inside me. I let out a soft cry of pleasure. Twisting and turning his fingers inside pressing against the walls of my insides, all while his thumb was outside rubbing my clit softly. My hips moved with the soft thrusts of his fingers, bringing me closer to orgasm.
"Yeah Baby, just like that... mmmm, feels so damn good."
"I told you a woman knows..."
My heart stopped. That was not my husbands voice... it was a woman's. I grabbed the washcloth from my eyes, and there beside me, arm in the water, was Eve. She was looking down at me smiling. "Oh my God... this is not happening!" I thought.
"How did you get in here?" I asked. "Well, I had a key and came in silly! How else do you think I came in? You better hurry and get out of the tub, and get ready, we have reservations at 7:00pm. Oh, and have you seen my blue tie?"
I looked up to see my husband at the sink shaving. He looked at me through the mirror and smiled. I closed my eyes, heart still racing. "What the hell is going on with me?" I thought. "I must be going fucking crazy."
"Don't you fall back asleep again, we'll be late!!"
I got out of the tub and dried off. Pierre came up behind me, kissing my neck.
"You ok Babe? You look a little flustered."
"I'm fine, just been a long day." I told him, walking to our bedroom. I dressed and fixed my hair and makeup, an hour later, we left for the restaurant. On the drive there, I guess I was silent because he had to ask me twice if I was ok. I was so tempted to just tell him of this dream I had, not once, but twice about this woman on the plane. Instead, I just smiled and reassured him that I was fine.
In the restaurant we sipped on our wine, waiting for the the waitress to come take our order. She arrived with a pad and asked what we would like.
"I don't know, everything sounds so delicious!" My husband said. "What do you suggest?"
"Well, the lemon baked chicken with herb potatoes is the best." She said looking at him.
"Oh, yeah? And how do you know it's the best?" He quizzed.
"A woman knows..."
I nearly spit the wine out right there on the table. I looked up at her with a shocked look.
:I'm sorry, you don't like chicken?" She asked, obviously concerned that she had said something wrong.
"No, that will be fine." I said.
"Make that two" My husband called to her.
She left and I excused myself to the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had just been slapped. My face was pale and I was sweating. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I called to my image in the mirror. "Get your ass together!" I wiped my face with a paper towel and left the restroom to rejoin my husband.
"Babe, I know something is bothering you. You sure you don't want to talk about it?" He said, looking concerned.
"Well, I started, I am having there crazy dreams..."
"Would you like some more wine?" The waitress said from behind me. I let out a long sigh.
Yeah, I would" Pierre held up his glass and she filled it up.
"Ma'am?"
"No, thanks, I'm fine." She walked off leaving me looking puzzled.
"Now what is this about crazy dreams?" Pierre asked.
"Here is not the place, I will tell you later." I said.
Our meal came and I tried to concentrate on Pierre and his telling me about his days at work while I was gone. My mind was spinning. I kept thinking about these dreams, the comment the waitress made, wondering what the whole thing meant. I tried to reassure myself it was all in my head, and just the aftermath of the dream on the plane. But why? What was going on?
We arrived home and I was exhausted. I told Pierre I was going to bed and he sadly looked at me with a "No love for me tonight?" look on his face.
"I'm sorry Babe, I am just tired. I promise I will make it up to you though." I said with a smile. I kissed him goodnight and went to bed falling fast asleep. My head was soon filled with dreams of Eve's everywhere. They were all talking at the same time telling me to "just try it, you might like it." I tried running from them, but felt like my feet were stuck in glue. I couldn't move and they were all standing around me laughing and chanting. I was crying and begging them to stop, but they wouldn't. I woke suddenly to my husbands shaking me. I felt myself shaking and I was breathing heavily.
"What is wrong with you? he asked. "Are you having those dreams again?" "Yes," I managed to say. I felt like I was being choked. My throat was tight and I was having a hard time breathing. I got up and went to the kitchen for some water. Sitting at the table, I saw the phone book and opened it. I looked in the yellow pages under psychiatry. I felt dumb, never going to a psychiatrist before, but I knew I needed to find out what was going on, and why I was having these dreams. They seemed to be getting worse, and I wanted it stopped before it got too bad. I found some and wrote down the numbers. I would call first thing in the morning.
I went back to bed and held Pierre close to me. I was actually afraid of going back to sleep but managed to do so.
I awoke early to the sun shinning through the curtains and breathed a sigh of relief for no further crazy dreams. I dressed and went to the kitchen finding Pierre at the table reading the paper and sipping coffee from his cup.
"Morning" He said looking at me over his paper. "Everything ok?"
"I'm alright, just these damn crazy dreams." I said pouring me some coffee and sitting down beside him.
"Babe? I love you and all, but you look like crap!" He said with a grin.
"Tell me about it."
He got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"I got to get to work, or I'll be late. You take care of yourself and I'll see you at 5."