Fantasy (Lipstick)

by Hobbs, Allison

  In the midst of Sylvia going on and on about Beatrice, the desire for Karl that evening hadn’t stopped. Raven couldn’t help how she was feeling; just seeing him brought out an arousal. Her nipples were so hard she wanted to feel his salt & peppered mustache brush across them.

  Sylvia excused herself and went upstairs. Raven had to act quickly on her opportunity to give Karl what he had been staring at from day one. A little sample of his son’s prize pussy wouldn’t hurt. After all it would be best if they kept it all in the family, anyway. She moved towards Karl, unbuttoning each button of her silk shirt,

  Karl parted his lips, staring at Raven from the other end of the table, unzipping his pants. He allowed his manhood to flop from the opening. The size of it was more than she had expected.

  Raven was a willing participant ready to satisfy him with all she had. Getting down on her knees she crawled towards him, taking his grown man in her mouth. Savoring his flavor, she felt the need to relieve him from his long day’s work. Raven’s mouth was juiced over as she worked feverishly, wanting to taste him before sharing her own juices with him. She moved her wet mouth along his shaft, making sure she was able to lick every vein in his dick.

  He began to moan and pump his head deep into the back of her throat.

  Raven was turned on by the challenge. She tried to swallow his entire dick, allowing his rawness to hit the side of her jaws with and exuberant force.

  “Raven, did you hear what I said, sweetie?” Sylvia’s voice was a harsh welcome back to reality.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Towson. What did you say?” she responded, obviously in a delayed state from her fantasy.

  “Did you want me to lower the air conditioning; you have goose bumps all over your arms, dear.” Mrs. Towson motioned for her housekeeper to adjust the temperature on the central air in the house.

  “No, Mrs. Towson, I’m fine. She rubbed her hands over her arms, before folding them in front of her, to conceal her erect nipples. Raven was horny as hell and soaking wet between her legs. She was hoping her skirt was catching the sloppy wetness that was seeping from her steamy crotch and dripping onto Sylvia’s fabric-covered dining room chairs.

  “Well, as long as you’re comfortable, dear.” Mrs. Towson was watching her every move.

  Raven was nervous as hell, wondering if Sylvia knew she was just giving her son a damn good head job. What the hell is she staring at? Raven’s mind began to taunt her with paranoia. She lifted her glass of water and took a sip before speaking. “Mrs. Towson, I really enjoyed dinner this evening. In fact, I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve been sharing, getting to know each other.” She sipped some more water. Her mouth had suddenly become awfully dry.

  “So have I, Raven. I think you’re a lovely young lady; I can see why my grandson is so smitten with you.” Clearing her throat, Mrs. Towson continued to speak. “I may seem to be a bit stern at times, but it’s important to make sure you bring the right type of people into your inner circle. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, dear?” She sat back and continued to watch Raven intently.

  “Yes, I understand. I know how important your family is to you, and if I were in your shoes I would want the same thing, too.” Raven sat back in her chair looking Sylvia over as well.

  “Well, Raven, maybe one day you will be,” Sylvia replied before asking her to join her in the solarium for after-dinner cocktails or tea. Mrs. Towson began walking to the other room.

  Raven pushed her chair back from the dining room table. The wetness between her legs alerted her that her pussy was still dripping from the fantasy. She quickly snatched the cloth napkin from her dinner plate, placing it between her legs, wiping the wetness that had been festering for the past twenty-five minutes.

  “There, Raven, that’s better.” She sighed. “Now you’re ready for that cocktail.”

  Pushing her chair back under the table, Raven shoved the pussy-soaked napkin into her purse as she entered the solarium to join Mrs. Towson.

  The day couldn’t have been more perfect if she had planned it herself. Bryce had arrived thirty minutes late to pick Raven up for their trip and, little does he know, she was just closing her bags when he arrived at the door. The sun felt so warm on her legs, beating through the sunroof. A tingle ran throughout Raven’s entire body giving her a satisfying peace.

  Bryce couldn’t keep his hands off her legs as he drove into a countryside paradise.

  “You look beautiful, Raven.” Bryce continued to rub his hand over her thighs.

  “Thanks baby, I’m looking forward to this weekend. I’ve been so tense. I need a relief, and this weekend getaway is the perfect medicine.” Raven shifted in her seat to stop her thighs from sticking to the leather seats. She loved Bryce’s car; it was a bitch-catcher, a 745iL head-turner. Females were always leaning up to see who was driving, and Raven loved to recline the seat back and peek up when one of them called themselves hollering at her man.

  “A weekend, huh? Girl, you packed enough shit for an entire month.” Bryce glanced at his back seats, looking at all the bags.

  “Shut up, boy. If your trunk was cleared out from all your stuff, I could’ve put the rest of them in there.” Raven playfully smacked Bryce’s hand from her leg.

  “Sensitive, are we?” Bryce smiled as he placed his hand back on her thigh, squeezing for comfort. Bryce looked very nice while dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple Polo top. He smelled of her favorite cologne, Ferragamo, which he had been wearing the first day they met. Bryce began to move his fingers towards Raven’s inner thighs hitting them lightly she automatically parted her legs, allowing his fingers to explore the crotch of her shorts.

  The friction he was causing between her legs was so arousing he knew it didn’t take much to take her there lately. Bryce was taking advantage of every moment.

  There were no complaints on her behalf; she was willing to satisfy him at all cost. Raven couldn’t keep still as the escape of moans soon drowned out Dwele’s crooning on the radio.

  There was no competition. Bryce lowered the volume so he could enjoy the music his lover was creating,

  Raven reached down to unzip her shorts, kicking them to the floor, positioning her feet against the walnut grained console. She reclined her seat as far back as it could go.

  Bryce implanted his middle finger between her legs. Its thickness felt like a small dick, one that Raven would be disappointed with if he possessed. Thank God that wasn’t the case. Moving his finger inside her walls, he tested to see how much she could handle. He offered two more fingers into Raven’s soaked pussy, taking them out every few strokes to lick them before placing them back into the moistness. The gyrating and moaning was mounting as he continued to maneuver the stretch of highway. The trip to the country seemed to go on forever as he continued to drive and she continued to be finger-fucked while watching the sky pass by through the open sunroof.

  “Wake up sleepy head. We’re here.”

  Raven awoke to Bryce tapping on the passenger side of the window. Sitting up groggy from a deep sleep, thanks to her man, she reached down to pull the zipper all the way up on her half zipped shorts. After climaxing several times on the way to the Hamptons, Raven had retrieved her shorts from the passenger side floor but had had no energy left to zip them before falling off to sleep.“How long was I asleep, baby?” Raven aligned her body horizontally, zipping up the shorts.

  “Let’s just say I finished two CDs and stopped at the store twenty-five minutes ago and you didn’t budge once.” Bryce opened the car door, extending his hand for Raven to grab.

  “Well, you’re the one that got me started. What did…”

  Bryce placed his finger over her mouth, signaling for silence.

  She loved when he took control of the situation.

  “If I have my way, Raven, I want to make you feel that good all weekend long.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips his mustache tickled her nose.

  Laughing, she couldn’t control the excitement that had mou
nted in her for the weekend. The house was half the size of their home in Westchester, NY; but with that said, it was still a huge piece of property. The circular driveway was paved with stone and what looked to be small pieces of colored glass. It had a real art deco appeal; it reminded her of the houses that were shown in Miami Beach on MTV Cribs. There were beautiful orange flowered shrubs that covered the front of the house, and they complimented the beige and cream stone-washed façade. To the left of the house, ivy grew up the side, adding even more character to the country home estate. Bryce had begun to grab the bags from the car, lining them up on the front steps, allowing Raven to take in her surroundings.

  She noticed Karl’s SUV sitting in the driveway along with some sort of two-seater sports car.

  “Oh, it looks like your dad and grandmother are already here.” Raven tried to sound nonchalant but her heart began to race; the nervousness of being around Karl all weekend was beginning to stir deep within.

  “It looks that way.” Bryce looked at the cars as he entered the house, calling for his family.

  “Hey we’re here. Is anyone home?” Bryce walked through the downstairs with no reply from the obviously empty house.

  The inside of the house was just as gorgeous as the outside, contemporary furniture sprawled throughout the house, vibrant colors dominating the walls of every room of the house, except the bedroom, where soft dreamy colors were used, promoting comfort and solace. After Bryce gave Raven the complete tour, she was more than impressed with the five-bedroom getaway with master bathrooms in three of the five rooms. The kitchen was gourmet-style, with an island and a seated nook carved right out of the bay window.

  “Bryce this is beautiful. It’s like having a small piece of paradise outside of the city. I don’t even feel like we’re anywhere near New York.” Raven spun around in the kitchen like a little girl; the space was huge and felt light and airy.

  “Yeah, we like it. My grandmother and I don’t come up here much. My dad and mom use to spend a lot of time here.” Bryce was quiet for a moment.

  “All the decorating of the house was her idea. She loved this type of stuff, and we never really changed it. My dad spends time here by himself sometimes.” Bryce walked towards Raven, pulling her into him.

  “Well, we’re going to have a great time this weekend with everyone, so let’s just relax and let things unwind.” She hugged Bryce around his waist, feeling his thoughts drifting away.

  “Hey, boy, did you hear what I said?”

  “Yeah, baby, I heard you. That’s not it. I just wish my dad would find a companion; my mother has been dead for some time, and I know she wouldn’t want him to spend his years alone.” Bryce looked into Raven’s eyes.

  “Your dad never dates at all?” She was being nosy for the sake of being nosy.

  “Yeah, he does, several women, in fact; but none of them measure up to my mom, so I guess he just feels it’s just something to do until the right one comes along.” Bryce shook his head as he began to laugh.

  Frowning, Raven wanted to know what was so funny with that comment.

  Bryce hugged her tighter. “Yeah, my dad is acting like a pimp at his age. Women are going crazy trying to be with him, and he’s acting like a high school boy with his hormones out of control.”

  “You find that funny?” Listening for Bryce’s reply, the room was silent.

  “No not funny, just pathetic on his and the women’s behalf. It seems the older they get the more they revert back to younger years. These grown-ass women are laying up with my father, hoping to be the wife.”

  “Can you blame them, Bryce? You and your father are both handsome, educated, funny, and . . .” Raven stopped in mid sentence.

  “Go ahead, you can say it Raven. Wealthy, right?” They sat down in the living room on the sofa.

  “Yeah, wealthy. You two are a fantasy come true for many women, a knight in shining armor.” That was the true reality as she watched Bryce pick at his belt buckle.

  “Yeah, maybe that’s why it’s so important to get the right woman because, Raven, this is not a fantasy; it’s real life, baby, real in living color.”

  Raven leaned over into Bryce and nestled in his arms. He was right, this was real life and not a fantasy. So, the fact that she had been fantasizing about fucking his father would not go over well in this conversation. She had to shake this silly shit. After all, she had a strong feeling Bryce was interested in making her the wife, and unlike those women who’ve been dealing with his father, lucky bitches, the odds of them landing his last name to seal the deal was damn near impossible. What she found in Bryce was someone who really cares for her; and from their hours of discussions, he is focused on handling their business together as a committed couple. What more could they want?

  Several hours had passed before Karl appeared in the doorway of the living room. He was sweaty and had his tee shirt thrown over his shoulder. His physique was remarkable; he had obviously just returned from working out.

  “Hey, what’s up guys? I see you finally arrived?” Karl moved across the room, greeting Bryce and Raven before flopping onto the large leather ottoman that sat in the middle of the room.

  “Finally arrived?” Bryce began laughing. “Pops, we arrived over two hours ago. I took Raven on a tour of the grounds, and we even ate lunch. The question is where have you been?”

  Karl shook his head laughing. He was gone longer than he had anticipated. He wanted to be at the house to greet Bryce and Raven when they arrived, but his country jog allowed his mind to wander and so did he. “Alright, wise ass, I’m glad you guys are settled in. I had the grocery store deliver some food for us for the weekend, and they still forgot one of the ingredients I need for my pasta dinner.”

  “Oh, you cook?” Raven asked Karl, trying to keep her mind off of how good he was looking. Sweaty or not, the man was fine as hell.

  “Do I cook? Young lady, you’re in for a treat. I can throw together a mean Italian meal, wine and hot baked bread included.” Karl smiled at Raven confident in his statement.

  Raven looked over at Bryce, who was cosigning his father’s declaration by nodding his head. “Well, alright then, I can’t wait to taste that meal. It’ll be nice to have the men cook for the ladies this weekend.” Raven, of course, was referring to her and Mrs. Towson.

  “Hey, speaking of ladies, where is grandmother?” Bryce asked his father.

  “I forgot to tell you that your grandmother couldn’t make it this weekend, but she sends her love and hopes everyone enjoys themselves. She’ll see you when you get back.” Karl stood up swinging his shirt back over his shoulder. He excused himself before leaving to take a shower.

  Raven felt a stirring deep within. The thought of Mrs. Towson not being there was exciting but dangerous; she knew Mrs. Towson watched her like a hawk, so she would have been on her “A” game. Her fantasies about Karl had taken over for the last several months, and although Bryce prospered from her overly sexed hormones, this weekend was going to be tough. Just thinking about Karl had made her wet between her legs. She wished she could join him in the shower and assist in removing the layers of sweat from his body.

  “Well, baby girl, it’s just the three of us for the weekend, so just relax and let your mind run free, no stress, all pleasure and margaritas.” Bryce kissed Raven on the cheek as he got up to make them margaritas.

  “Mango please, with sugar on the brim!” Raven called after Bryce, placing her order.

  The remainder of the evening was very enjoyable. They played games, drank, and took a walk together, sharing time and just acting silly. The country setting was spread apart; you definitely needed a car to get around, and the nearest grocery store was a good twenty minutes one way. Bryce showed Raven a couple of the other houses that were included in the private residential area; they were just as beautiful as the Towson’s home, with affluent couples occupying those homes as well. Their night ended with a candle-lit barbecue on the deck and more cocktails.

  Raven fel
t peaceful and at ease with her decision to accompany Bryce for the weekend. After a hot shower, Raven climbed into bed with Bryce and made love to him, showing her appreciation for his choice to share his life with her. She fell off to sleep not once thinking about Karl.

  Raven awoke in the middle of the night. Her mouth was dry and felt like cotton. The alcohol she had consumed earlier left her dehydrated. Bryce looked so content sleeping, she didn’t want to awake him. She tip toed to the adjoining bathroom in their room to get a quick drink of water. No cups in sight, she cupped her hands, attempting to quench her thirst. “This shit isn’t working.” Raven was frustrated, looking around, hoping a cup would magically appear. Leaving the bathroom, she slipped into her panties and decided to sneak down to the kitchen, remembering the bottles of spring water in the refrigerator. It was 3:30a.m. according to the alarm clock in their bedroom. The house was eerie and still as Raven made her way to the kitchen. She retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Closing the door, the lights in the kitchen were flipped on blinding her.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I heard some movement in here.” Karl stood in the kitchen, looking at Raven who was frozen in position, her hand shielding her eyes from the bright light.

  There she stood with her bottle of water, panties, and no bra. Raven felt embarrassed and aroused. At the same time, she moved the bottle of water in front of her chest, trying to block her now erect nipples. “I’m so embarrassed.” Raven began walking towards Karl to exit the kitchen. “I was thirsty and I . . .” Not able to finish her sentence, she was busy watching the erection in Karl’s pajama pants. Raven’s heart began to beat at an accelerated pace. She felt excited, and this was her chance to make those fantasies a reality.