The next morning after Ann's exhibition at "The Opera House" and my first fantasy being fulfilled I had to start work on Ann's first fantasy and making it become a reality.
I read it last night before we went to bed. She had given me some help by giving me the card of the woman, "Samantha Reed – Investor" as her card stated. Samantha is the beautiful lady who took advantage of Ann's pussy while she was on stage. Somehow I needed to talk to Samantha in a way that would not scare her off.
I called Samantha from my office Monday morning.
A female voice answered the phone, "Hello, Samantha Reeds office."
I paused just a second and she said, "Hello?"
I finally spoke, "Yes is Samantha in?"
The voice said, "Yes may I tell her who is calling?"
I replied, "She does not know me but I got her card from a mutual acquaintance. My name is Scott."
"Just a minute Scott and I will put you on hold," she informed me.
Soon, "Hello this is Samantha."
I repeated my practiced first line, "Samantha you don't know me but my wife gave me your card. My name is Scott Walters. You met my wife Saturday night at the Opera House club."
There was silence on the other end.
"My wife was the beautiful blonde that was on stage. You gave her your card and $100 bill."
She then quizzically replied, "How may I help you Mr. Walters?"
"First I want you to know I'm not mad or jealous. Nothing like that at all. This is difficult to talk to you about over the phone. I have a question to ask you. Can I meet you for lunch somewhere?"
She was silent for a second and then said, "Yes I can meet you at 1pm. Do you know where the deli is on the corner of Elm and National?"
"Yes I know exactly where it is. I will see you there at 1pm" I responded.
She asked, "How will I know who you are?"
I answered, "I was at the club and I know what you look like. I will find you. Thank-you for meeting with me." I then hung up the phone.
I was antsy the rest of the morning waiting for 1pm to roll around. At 12:30 I told my secretary I was going to lunch and would be back in about two hours.
I entered the deli and looked for Samantha. She was not there so I checked my watch and it was 1:05. I thought what is my backup plan if she does not show? I had a seat at a table and waited. At 1:15 Samantha walked through the door. I stood up and waved at her and motioned her to come on over.
I put out my hand, "Hi, I'm Scott Walters."
She reached for my hand and said, "Sorry I'm late."
As we were sitting down I said, "No problem I have a fairly open schedule today."
Samantha was a beautiful brunette. She was wearing a tapered business suit jacket with a matching skirt that was not real short but hit her about mid thigh. She was about 5'8" and had a beautiful figure with nice sized breasts that displayed a nice bit of cleavage behind her silk blouse. Her long slender legs were without stockings and they were tanned, smooth and muscular. She had on a pair of black high-heeled shoes that really set off her calf muscles. She reminded me of Jacqueline Bissett in her younger years.
She was a no nonsense lady and asked, "Mr. Walters how can I help you? You said on the phone you had a question for me."
I said, "First please call me Scott. Second I need to predicate my question with a short story."
The waitress came and we ordered lunch. I then started my story about Ann and I and the way we were going about fulfilling our fantasies. I told her what Ann's fantasy was that I had to fulfill.
I then asked her, "Samantha, being that you had given your card to Ann we thought you might be interested in helping with her fantasy."
She smiled leaned back in her chair and said, "First you can call me Sam. Second, I would love to help you guys out. I thought Ann was one of the most beautiful women I have ever met." She leaned toward me and whispered, "She also has a great tasting pussy." She smiled and leaned back then added, "It sounds like fun. What is your plan?"
I laid out my plan to bring Ann's fantasy to reality. Sam added a few things that I had not thought of to make it even more interesting. Sam looked at her watch and said, "I have got to get back it's 2:30. You have my number if something comes up other wise I will see you again at Murphy's Pub Saturday Night."
I stood up shook her hand and said, "Thank-you for your help Sam I know Ann will be thrilled to see you also." She started to put money on the table and I said, "No Sam I have lunch."
She said, "Thank-You and walked for the door." As she got to the door a big guy got up and left with her.
I thought, smart lady. She brought help in case I was a nut job. She may still think I'm a nut job but maybe at least not a psycho nut job. I paid for lunch and went back to the office.
When I got home Ann was waiting for me. "How was your day today? She asked.
I kissed her and said, "It was great. I did a little work on your fantasy weekend."
She perked up and said, "Oh yah, tell me more!"
"Sorry it will have to wait till Saturday night." I teasingly replied.
Wednesday I had some time from work and went shopping for a few items to make the Saturday evening a little more interesting.
Saturday finally rolled around and it was none to soon as Ann had been bugging me everyday in anticipation of the weekend.
Saturday about 5pm I told Ann, "You better get ready for your fantasy evening. We are going to Murphy's Pub so dress accordingly."
She jumped up and went in to take a shower. I shortly followed her into the shower to just get her primed for the evening. She was standing under the water letting it cascade down her perfect body. I reached for the shampoo and lathered her silky long blonde hair. As she was rinsing her hair I grabbed the soap and loofa to wash her back. The soap suds were running down her beautiful ass and I could not help running my bare hands down her little bubble butt and soaping her ass. I turned her around and put soap on a washcloth and washed her full breasts and tight stomach. The soap was now running down to her pussy and with my bare hand I made sure she was getting it thoroughly clean. I was sliding my hand along her slit and hitting her clit with each pass. She leaned into me and moaned each time I passed her clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back and I stopped.
I told her, "We cannot have you cumming now I want you horny for this evening. Now sit on the bench while I take care of a few other areas." I grabbed her razor next. She spread her legs wide and I shaved her pussy. I shaved away the small tuft of hair at the top of it and then carefully went to her labia. When I was done she was as smooth as a newborn baby. I reached out and kissed her pussy. Even with the water running you could tell her pussy was already secreting her juices. I soaped her long tanned legs and used the razor on them and rinsed her off.
She stood up and grabbed the soap and in turn washed my back. As the soap ran down my back and onto my ass she took the opportunity to reach between my legs and grab my balls with her soapy hand. My dick sprung to attention. She reached around me and grabbed my cock and started soaping it up. She was stroking my dick with one hand and with the other she was flicking my nipple with her long manicured nails. I love the look of her tiny hand wrapped around my cock stroking it.
She suddenly stopped and said, "I can't cum right now so you can't cum right now."
I looked at her and said, "You are the devil."
She just smiled and turned off the water. We stepped out of the shower and I toweled her off. She went into the bedroom to her dressing table to fix her hair and make-up. I dried off and then went in to get dressed. She was sitting naked at her table and I had to admire her strong back and how her curves narrowed at the waist and then sloped out to a beautiful ass.
I got dressed and waited in the living room for her to emerge. It was 6:15 and I went back to see if she was ready.
WOW! Was she ever ready. She truly was a sexy sight to behold. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt with the vintage style hose that have the seam running up the back of them. She had on a white silk blouse that was nearly see thru and it was unbuttoned to just below her tits. She was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that added to the graceful lines of her legs.
I walked over to her and said, "You are beautiful! Truly beautiful!"
I reached under her skirt and she was wearing a garter belt and no panties.