It seemed that things were going well for Bess. It had been almost a year since that rainy night when she showed up at Scott's and Deidre's an absolute wreck. Her move to Chicago was paying off as the people there found out that she had a brain to go with her beautiful face and body. She was now a regular fixture on the news and was heavily involved in the Chicago sport scene. Despite this, she was weighing a job offer to be the PR director of a Chicago based company, one that included many more benefits.
Bess had moved far away from Minnesota and from her 'Black Leather' days but one of her clients remained close, very close. She had met Nancy over a year ago and from that one night their relationship had grown. The tough business side of Nancy still remained but she found that with Bess, she could let her feminine side come through and relax. It was a partnership with benefits.
What Bess truly knew was that without her aunt, there was no telling how far down the path she would have continued to travel. Deidre was there whenever Bess needed her and showed her that what she was involved in was so beneath her. Her aunt let her talk, explain her feelings towards 'Black Leather' and clear the air. Deidre never judged her, never scolded her but wouldn't let Bess backslide. They talked once a week and her aunt made it clear that she and Scott too, would always be there for her.
The time helping Bess was rough on Deidre though she never let on. She let Bess talk and describe some of things she had done. She couldn't believe that her own niece would be involved in something like this. In some way Deidre felt she let Bess down. She felt it was a way to clear the air but to her, some of the events were truly amazing. Each one of Bess's fantasies was a real eye opener. Deidre was afraid to admit that she learned some things from them and brought them home to try on Scott, never letting on where she got them from.
There were still some things that Bess mentioned that truly bothered her. One was the amount of money men gave her for one night. Was Bess really that good or are men that desperate? Another was some of the fantasies seemed to be quite perverted. The final one was that most of her 'friends' were married and kept these fantasies from their wives. Bess claimed she provided a service for them. What bothered Deidre was the idea that Scott might be hiding some from her. Worse yet, could she share hers with him?
She had always had them. She used them when she masturbated but since her marriage to Scott, she hadn't the need. Seeing Bess's album seemed to rekindle some of them. One in particular stood out.
When Deidre saw Bess' photo of the woman in her bedroom and there was an intruder in the doorway, she flashbacked to a time when she was babysitting and found the people's x-rated videos. She only watched one but it included a scene in which the woman was alone in her house and there was a break-in. The man attacked her and had his way with her. Deidre got so turned on by it, that she pulled her pants off right then and masturbated herself to a mind blowing orgasm. She used that scene often while in college and it never failed.
Three times since viewing Bess's album, Deidre had dreamt that she was being taken by an intruder. It has been so real that she had been jolted awake and found her pussy sopping wet. She had decided she would talk to Scott about his fantasies and take it from there.
As the two of laid in bed, Deidre remove her finger from her mouth and began to circle Scott's nipple. She felt it harden under her touch. Scott sighed, "Hmm."
"Babe," she said softly, "Do you have any fantasies?"
"Yeah." He replied. Deidre's ears perked up. "What is it?" she asked.
"You and me on a warm, sandy, tropical island. Just you and me. We're making love as the warm sun beats down on us," he said, never opening his eyes. His cock began to grow hard just thinking about it. "Why?"
"Just wondering." She noticed his reaction. "Any fantasy woman?"
Scott wasn't sure where this was going but he decided to play along. "There is this woman. I see her every day either on my way to work or coming home."
Deidre moved her hand down so she was moving it slowly along his stomach. "And?"
"Well, she has a great figure, nice firm breasts. When she walks, she moves in all the right places. Oh, and she has a fantastic smile."
Pushing off his chest, Deidre raised her head. "You seem to know her quite well."
"I think you do too," Scott continued. "She is a nurse at Dr. O'toole's clinic here in town. I'd bet she's pretty hot." He smiled.
The look of concern on her face turned to surprise. "Damn you!" she said, rolling on to her back. "You're making fun of me."
"Why?" Does it bother you that you're my fantasy girl? I see pretty girls all the time then I look at you. You're all I need and want. Sometimes I think my entire life with you is one big fantasy. Why all the questions? Have you been reading Cosmo again?"
"Just curious."
