Nadine has an extra bounce in her steps as she goes about her usual routines this morning. Her dreamy night of wild sex fantasy is never far from her thoughts. It had seemed so real. She didn't really remember falling asleep. She had been reading a steamy sex story and was pleasuring herself as she followed along the plot line. Then her memory gets a little fuzzy. It seems unlikely that she'd dozed off into a dream. All she can remember is the amazing feelings of hot sex with a college stud and the spicy scent of his cologne.
She goes to her usual yoga class and afterward has lunch with a friend. She thinks about telling her friend about the dream. She wants to, but she is worried it would sound like she's a little crazy. She decides not to say anything. They chat about all the usual things. Her mind keeps drifting to the dream and how real it felt. And how satisfying.
Nadine stops at her daughter's house after lunch to drop off a casserole dish that had been left behind after a family dinner. Her daughter is busy putting new padding and fabric on a couple of chairs she had gotten at a yard sale. Nadine stays and helps her out for a while before heading home.
There is a basket of clean laundry she'd procrastinated on putting away yesterday. She tackles that then makes herself a cup of tea and sits down in front of the TV to relax. It's a detective show. They are investigating the theft of top secret research from a laboratory. The college campus scenes remind her of the "Maven of The College Grill" story she had read the night before and how satisfying it was masturbating while she read it. Her libido soars and she feels that tingly feeling between her legs. She picks up "The Magic Storybook" and begins reading.
The next story is about a middle aged woman, Myra, who had caught her husband cheating. They have a big fight and she spends a night crying about it. In the morning she decides that If he thinks he can go around chasing pussy then she can go ahead chase some cock. They're not hard to catch.
Nadine likes the set up to the story. She likes the idea of chasing cock. It makes her wet. She takes another sip of tea and reads on.
Myra dresses up in the sluttiest outfit she can put together. She sets out for the nearest hang out bar were there might be studly young men. At the last minute, going out the door, she takes her panties off and puts them in her purse.
Nadine slides her own panties down to her knees and cups her left hand over her moistened bush. She keeps reading.
At the bar Myra finds a table and sits down. She pulls up the hem of her already very short skirt and spreads her legs wide apart as she sits. She is almost daring men to look at her kitty. The first guy who offers to buy her a drink is greeted with, "Let's go someplace private and fuck right now."
Nadine, now dripping wet, is fingering her clit as she reads along.
Myra and her stranger go out to his truck. She pulls up her very short skirt and pulls down his pants. She sucks him until he's almost ready to unload then fucks him like the slut she's trying to be. He squirts his cum on her pussy and it thrills her. Her inner slut is liberated and she really likes it.
Then Myra pulls down her skirt hem and goes back to the bar to do it again.
Nadine's puts the book down. Her fingers work faster as she gets closer and closer to pleasing herself, imagining herself as a dirty slut taking a complete stranger's cock. Visualizing herself being sprayed with cum her puts over the top. She sits enjoying the feeling and the afterglow for a few moments.
Well, she thinks, that was a nice story. She did have some fun reading it and she did get herself off. But it sure didn't have the kind of magic she had felt the night before. Maybe it only works once? At least the stories are pretty hot.
Later that evening, her "must see TV" watching complete, she goes through her usual bedtime ritual. She picks her sexiest nightie, just in case because, hey, you never know what might happen. She still has hope the magic would happen again. Settled in bed, she picks up the book.
The next story was "Mom And The New Pool" by Donna and Jimmy Cornwall. It's about a mom and her son. She had never had a son. She has two girls now grown with families of their own. Incest stories are not her favorite kind of story. On the other hand, the good ones can be really hot and exciting. There is only one way to find out. Nadine started reading.
When Jerry came home after his junior year at college Mom and Dad had finally put in the pool they had talked about for years. It was bound to be an interesting summer. There was a lot of catching up on news about family and friends in the chatter at dinner that night. His younger sister, Sue, teased that he had put on more weight again. It's true, he had, a little bit each semester.
Mom said, "It's OK, honey. You still look like a stud muffin to me."
"Aw, Ma!" Jerry said bashfully.
But most of the talk around the dinner table was about the new pool and how much fun it is. Everyone has plans for tomorrow with friends and the pool. His mom, Darla, mentions that his old bathing trunks were worn out so she bought him a new pair.
The next morning at breakfast everyone else is dressed in their beach attire, ready to enjoy every minute of such a sunny day. Jerry hadn't got fully caught up on the new daily routines so he was in shorts and a tee shirt. Once all the dishes are cleaned and the after breakfast chores are complete, everyone else heads out to the pool.
Darla says, "Come with me, honey, and I'll give you your new swimsuit and we can join them."
She is wearing a loosely tied beach robe over her swimsuit. He admires her shapely legs and the sway in her hips as he follows her into her bedroom.
Nadine's excitement begins to rise in anticipation of some bedroom action in the story. She feels the stirrings of passion deep inside. She takes a sip of wine. She massages her breasts as she continues to read.
Darla was short, only 5 feet 4 inches, with firm round D-cup breasts. Jerry had often admired the curvy appeal of her bustline. She, too, had put on a few pounds, a bit more than himself. Just enough to make her look softer and sexier, especially her hips. Her light brown hair shows only a few streaks of grey. She hands him his new suit, a very low cut, spandex Speedo. These are much different from the swimsuit that was like gym shorts he was used to.
