This is Part 5 of Vix's story. Best enjoyed after reading parts 1 to 4, so that you know the background.
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I finished the number with a crashing guitar chord, and turned towards Lindi at the keyboards. As I did so, a jolt went through my body. She was completely naked! She was smiling at me, and pushing out her magnificent tits -- strangely, they looked exactly like Roo's.
I was so shocked, I dropped my plectrum, which somehow rolled under the keyboards and lodged between her naked toes. I had to grovel on my hands and knees to retrieve it but, as I got close to her, she lifted her foot and poked the plectrum and her toes into my gaping, slack jawed mouth. I took hold of her foot, and spat out the plectrum (fuck the plectrum) then I rolled my tongue round and round her big toe as I sucked it.
I rolled onto my back and looked up at her, looming over me, as I ran my tongue along the underside of her toes, holding her foot in place by the heel, and the keyboard played a chord like a church organ as she steadied herself against it. She wiggled her toes in my face then trailed the ball of her foot roughly down my features and across my right breast until she was just standing, legs apart and hands on hips, astride me.
She looked marvellous from that angle, and my eyes took in her long legs, leading up to the curly triangle of her pubes, and her plump labia, with her pink inner lips protruding slightly and shining with her wetness. Her toned stomach led my eye up to her proud, rounded tits, with their startlingly erect nipples standing out rudely.
She looked down at me with a lewd smile and began to crouch, bringing her glinting-wet pussy lips closer to my drooling mouth. I lay there in delicious anticipation and just waited as her sex came closer and closer, and closer until her fat, fleshy pudenda mashed irresistibly into my face...
I awoke with a deep sexual groan. My fingers were clamped between my legs, moving slickly over the warm wet flesh of my oozing pussy, as my body jolted with the aftershocks of my dreamland climax. I was trembling like a human vibrator and it took long moments of delicious semi-consciousness before I fully surfaced and re-engaged with reality.
FUCK, that was a hot dream. It's not often I wake myself up with an orgasm, but that was intense. I felt I could almost taste her on my lips.
It was a shock to me that the subject of the dream was Lindi. I used to fantasize about her regularly, but it was a very long time since I'd actually dreamed about her, and it was only because Dad had said the Chootes were coming to the house the following week, to practice some new material. It had started me thinking about her again.
Later that morning, I phoned Roo. We chatted about this and that, and then I brought up the dream. I had no real reason to tell her about it, but I didn't want to have any secrets from her, especially sexual ones.
She was fully aware of my fantasies about older women, and especially Lindi, and I wasn't afraid that revealing the dream would upset her. She's definitely not the jealous type, and I think that comes from her immense self-assurance. She's so secure in herself that I knew she wouldn't be the least bit threatened by something like this. It was just a dream, after all.
'Interesting,' she said, as if she were a detached psycho-analyst. 'Tell me, do you have sexual dreams about other women -- Olivia, Mads.... me?' I had to admit that I did, sometimes. Even my mum once or twice, but I kept that bit of info to myself.
'I think you are a very sexual person, Vix - that's one of the reasons I love you - and also a very imaginative one. It's a combination that's bound to produce vivid sex dreams, and there's nothing wrong with fantasies.'
Did she just say she loved me?
She went on, 'Have you ever known Lindi to have a partner, male or female? I haven't.' It was an interesting observation from her because, come to think of it, neither had I. 'I mean,' she continued, 'I've known of her for ages, as keyboards in The Chootes, obviously, and I've seen her at studios a few times more recently. We've had a few chats, but there's never been mention of anybody.'
'You're right, come to think of it,' I said. 'I'm not aware of anyone. Maybe we should ask Nikki? Her mum is a good friend of Lindi's.' I could of course have asked Mum or Dad, but I didn't like to. 'We'll ask her this Saturday,' I said.
It did seem strange. Three of the four members of Dad's band were married, which is not surprising when they are in their 40s. Lindi was a bit younger, but still around 40-ish I think. She wasn't the original keyboardist; she'd only joined ten years before, when founder member Fran left to be a full-time mother. Ugh.
As you'll know if you've read the earlier parts of my story, Lindi was one of my very earliest girl-crushes, and she's obviously still at the forefront of my sexual imagination. She's a bit taller than me, with long dark hair and lovely eyes, and she's very slim - though not by any means flat-chested - and she dresses to make the most of her figure. She's always been very friendly to me, even mischievously flirty at times, and that used to drive me crazy.
By rights, she should have guys queuing up to go out with her. Or girls, if she were that way inclined. Roo was right though, we'd never seen her with anyone. Maybe she'd been "left on the shelf" as the saying goes. Suddenly, it was imperative that we find out.
Ideally, I would have asked Nikki when she was alone but, as usual, she was the last to arrive at the Saturday rehearsal, so I had to try to coax info from her, rather than just putting her on the spot by directly asking her the question. I started with an implied compliment: 'Such a stroke of luck that Lindi knows your mum, Nikki. Otherwise, we might never have found you.'
'Yeh. A stroke of luck for ME! I'm in Vix Standen's band,' she beamed.
Aw, sweet of her, but not what I was after. I went a bit more direct: 'How does your mum know Lindi?'
'Oh, they go way back. To college, or maybe before. They had a band for a little while... Well, I say a band, it was just the two of them playing synths, but Mum insists they were good. I think they were called "Minimood," cos they both played Minimoogs,' she chuckled, recalling the wordplay, 'They never made it though, and when Mum met Dad, she gave it up.'
Hmm, didn't know that. 'Does your mum still see much of Lindi, nowadays?'
'Yeh, a lot. More so in the last four or five years, since Mum and Dad split. They go out together sometimes. It works well now they are both on their own again.' A-ha! That suggested that Lindi had been in a relationship, but it was now over. We were getting nearer. I made a mental note to get some more info out of Lindi herself when she came to the house the following week with the rest of the band.
