Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “I don’t understand,” Barbara said, startled. “Didn’t you say that marriage was too predictable? That variation and hot sex was the answer for you?”

  “I did, and I believe that. But from what you’ve told me, your sex life has become predictable. Dull.”

  “Yes, but…”

  “There’s lots of good stuff out there. Maybe it’s time for you to spread your newly acquired wings and look around. See what’s out there. There are lots of fish in the sea, my love.”

  “You mean men.”

  “I do. Look around. I’ll bet there are guys who you see every day, and who you don’t give a second look to who would be fun to fool around with.”

  “Fool around with?”

  “Yeah. Get some experience. Steak is nice, but pizza is good sometimes, too.” She lifted her slice in a mock salute. “You didn’t cook tonight, I see.”

  Barbara laughed. “I’ve been spending more time thinking about life and less time cooking. There is more to life than gourmet meals that I prepare myself, for myself.” She picked up a slice of pizza and took a large bite. Then she got up, crossed to her spice rack and returned with a jar of crushed red pepper. “Just a little spice to give my slice some pep.”

  “That’s what your life needs, too,” Maggie said. “There are as many pleasures as there are creative couples in the world.”

  “You’re right. I want to experiment. I want to do everything.”

  “And what about Jay. Does he think you’re exclusive?”

  “Not at all. He’s seeing at least one other woman. You know, when he told me, I thought I’d be jealous, but I’m not. We’re having fun and he’s having fun with Joyce. I keep waiting for misery, possessiveness, but I just don’t feel that. I’m happy he’s happy.”

  “Sounds healthy to me,” Maggie said. “And what about Steve. Has he asked you out yet? Have you asked him?”

  “He hasn’t asked me and I haven’t asked him.”

  “Why not? You want to be with him, don’t you?”

  “Yes. But I want to play for the moment and I don’t want to complicate things with what might turn into something permanent.” She sprinkled red pepper on another slice of pizza. “And anyway, he’s still seeing that knockout. That Lisa person.”

  “Do I hear jealousy?”

  “Maybe a little. It’s not like with Jay. Jay’s a game. I want Steve to be serious. But not just yet. I have things to do and learn first, so we can be great together.”

  “I really do understand.” Maggie remembered her first experiences after she and Chuck split. She had discovered that she loved sex. Good, rolling-in-the-hay, giggling, having-fun sex. “Remember the tape I gave you, the one that started all this?”

  “Mmmm,” she purred, “how could I forget?”

  “Well, there are more in the series.”

  Barbara sat up, here eyes round. “There are?”

  Maggie reached into her pocket and withdrew an audiotape. “This is another tape by the man who made that first one. These are erotic stories, published in an unusual way, using his bedroom voice. He’s got a store in the city and sells them there and through the mail. Maybe you’ll meet him sometime. He’s a wild guy with a fantastic imagination.” She placed the tape on the table between them. “That first one is unusual. Each of the remaining tapes is a story of people making love in new and exciting ways. Some you’ll find exciting, some not. But the tapes will allow you to vicariously experience many of the things that couples do together. You can play them and see what turns you on, then go out and try to experience it.”

  Barbara took the tape.

  “I’ll be going, and you can play the tape at your leisure.” Maggie stood up and walked toward the door. “How are they going to keep them down on the farm…” she said as she left through the kitchen door.

  “How indeed,” Angela said to Lucy as they flipped off the computer screen. “What did you get us into?”

  “Be real, Angela,” Lucy said. “You knew this might happen, and I’m glad it did. All that stuff about marriage. It’s not right for Barbara, at least not yet. She’s got some wild oats to sow.”

  “And this sudden need for her to get into kinky sex.” Angela fixed Lucy with an icy stare. “Do you mean to tell me you had nothing to do with that?”

  “It didn’t take much.” She grinned. “I guess the devil made me do it”’

  “Listen, I thought we had a deal here. There’s a lot riding on how Barbara’s life goes from here. We agreed that there would be no meddling.”

  Lucy looked only a bit chagrined. “I know. I couldn’t help it. I just goosed her a little. I want to see her fly. I want to see her learn about good, hot sex. A good roll in the sheets beats anything going, including marriage and fidelity.”

  “What you want isn’t the issue here. It’s what she wants. Free will is everything. If humans lose that, decisions like Barbara’s become meaningless.”

  Lucy sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

  Angela patted her friend’s hand. “Okay. I guess I understand. It’s hard to have any resistance to temptation where you come from. But promise me. No more.”

  “Okay. No more.”

  Barbara turned on the tap to run a tub full of hot water, sprinkled a handful of bath salts beneath the water stream, then undressed. All the while her gaze kept returning to the cassette player which already contained the tape Maggie had given her. When the tub was full, she turned off the water and stepped in. Before settling into the water, she pushed the play button. The familiar sensual wail of the saxophone filled the room. She rested her head against the rim of the large tub and closed her eyes.

  As they walked, Jason and Carolyn felt the cool water wash over their burning feet. The sand was white and had soaked in the sun all day. Now, as the golden disk set, the sand radiated heat into the soles of their feet, up their legs and into their bodies. Gulls wheeled and dove into the surf hunting for their evening meal and crying their brief song over and over.

  The narrator’s voice was sensual, soft, warm, like listening to warm heavy cream, Barbara thought as she listened. She let the voice and the story wash over her, as though she were there, seeing it, feeling it. It played like a movie in her head.

  As they walked slowly along, Jason draped his arm over Carolyn’s shoulder and slid his fingers down the edges of the top of her brief bikini. He allowed his fingertips to brush the swell of her lush breasts.

  Carolyn loved the look and feel of Jason’s lean body. As she looked over at him, it seemed that the pink and orange light of the setting sun made Jason’s skin glow as though lit from within. She wrapped her arm around his waist and felt his muscles move beneath his warm flesh as they walked along the deserted beach.

  “How did we get so lucky?” Jason said.

  “Fifteen raffle tickets and someone’s lucky fingers,” Carolyn answered.

  Surreptitiously Jason slid his fingers under one of the two tiny pieces of green fabric that made up the top of his wife’s bikini and touched Carolyn’s nipple. “Someone’s fingers are still lucky.”

  Playfully Carolyn batted Jason’s fingers away. “Stop that, silly.”

  “Why? This entire stretch of beach is deserted. All ours. ‘Each cottage has its own deserted beach for lovers to share,’ the brochure said.”

  “I know, but it feels so public.”

  Jason grinned. “I know. That’s what’s so erotic. Even though I know there’s no one who can watch, it’s like we’re in public.” With a gleam in his eye, Jason quickly untied the two knots that held Carolyn’s top on and threw the fabric onto the sand. “Your breasts are so beautiful in the light of the setting sun.”

  Carolyn was surprised at how sensuous and exciting it felt to be half naked with the evening breeze making her nipples tighten. With a brazenness she hadn’t felt before, she turned to Jason and swayed from one foot to the other, rubbing her erect breasts against his chest.

  Jason pulled
the rubber band from the single braid that held Carolyn’s long red hair and buried his hands in the luxuriant silken strands. He cradled her head, bent down and pressed his lips against hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. Her tongue joined his and they touched and explored.

  “Ummm,” he purred, “you taste salty. Are you salty all over?” He leaned down and licked the valley between her breasts.

  “Oh, Jason, you get me so excited. But it’s so exposed here.”

  “That makes me hotter.” He licked first one breast, then the other. “You skin is so warm.” He bent and filled his palm with the water that lapped around their feet. Slowly he trickled the cool liquid over Carolyn’s chest, and before she could react to the cold, he licked the salty drops from her nipples.

  Carolyn was getting very hungry and, somehow, the idea of making love in the open added to the appeal. What the heck, she thought. It’s a deserted beach. “Two can play at that,” she said, filling one hand with water and dribbling it over Jason’s hot shoulders. She touched her tongue to a rivulet and followed the water’s path through the downy hair on his chest and down his flat stomach. The water trickled to his navel, just above his tight elastic bathing suit and she dipped her tongue into the indentation.

  Jason’s head fell back as Carolyn swirled her tongue just above his throbbing erection. He reached down and pulled off the bottom of her bikini and his trunks. “I want to love you right here, with the calling of the gulls and the foaming water and the setting sun shining on your body.”

  Jason laid Carolyn on the sand and stretched out beside her, the waves lapping to their knees. He tangled his fingers in her pubic hair, feeling a wetness that had nothing to do with the ocean. “You’re as anxious for me as I am for you,” he murmured in her ear. “Open for me and let me love you.” He felt her legs part.

  Carolyn couldn’t have kept her legs together had she wanted to, and she didn’t want to. She needed Jason inside her so she pulled at his shoulder until he covered her body with his.

  He filled her and let her slippery body engulf him. He moved in and out, feeling both her body and the play of the waves against his legs. He wanted her to climax, needed it so he could come as well. He slid his fingers between their bodies and found her swollen clit. “Yes,” she purred, “rub it. Touch me while you’re inside me.” His sentences were punctuated with sharp intakes of breath. “Baby, yes.” She reached between them and placed her fingers over his, guiding them to the places she needed to feel him. “Right there.”

  It took only a few strokes more until he felt the clenching of her body around him and he could let his orgasm happen. And as it did, he held his hips perfectly still letting the semen spurt from his body into hers, experiencing her spasms of pleasure on his cock.

  “Oh, darling,” he whispered, feeling the water swirl around them. “That was unbelievable.”

  “Ummm, it was,” Carolyn said. “And we still have three days here. Let’s go inside and take a shower together. I understand that water can be very invigorating.”

  Barbara was breathless, her fingers relaxing after a frantic orgasm. As the music swelled, she thought about what she had heard. The woman asked for what she wanted. And it seemed natural and right for her. And it’s right for me as well, Barbara realized.

  The following Saturday, she and Jay had dinner at Villa Josephina and, at Barbara’s suggestion, had an after-dinner drink at a small club around the corner. They danced on the tiny dance floor and, loose and ready for something new, Barbara thought about the evening to come. Yes, she thought, it was her turn to lead. “How about a bubble bath later?” she murmured into Jay’s ear as they danced.

  “That’s an interesting idea,” Jay said. “But my tub isn’t really big enough for that.”

  “Mine is,” Barbara said.

  “You want to go to your house after?”

  “That’s what I had in mind.”

  “Ummm. I guess you’ve got a few ideas of your own. Sounds sensational.”

  Back at her house a while later, Barbara tuned her radio to an all-light music station and, while Jay opened a bottle of champagne, she filled the tub with hot water and placed several candles around the bathroom. As she lit a match, she thought about all the wonderful things she had learned in that tub. Tonight? More new experiences, this time with Jay.

  “May I come in?” Jay said, standing in the bedroom doorway.

  Quickly Barbara lit the candles and turned off the water. “Sure. I’m in here.”

  Jay walked into the bathroom with two flutes of champagne. “I love the atmosphere,” he said, handing Barbara one of the glasses. He touched the rim of his glass to hers. “Here’s to new adventures.”

  “New adventures,” Barbara said. They undressed slowly, watching in the candlelight as each part of the other’s body was exposed but not touching each other. “You’re gorgeous,” she said as she looked at Jay’s naked body. She remembered the evening when, at the instructions of the man on the tape, she had discovered her own body in that tub. She wanted to get to know Jay’s body as well. “I would like to touch you,” Barbara said.

  Jay stretched his arms out at shoulder level. “I would like that, he purred.

  Barbara used her fingertips to touch places on Jay’s body she had never explored before. She discovered that he was ticklish beneath his arms and down his sides. She found the almost downy texture of his chest hair a contrast to the wiry hair in his groin. She flicked his male nipples with a fingernail and watched them tighten. She turned him around and stroked his back with her palms, then scratched a thin line down his spine to a small patch of hair in the small of his back.

  She had never taken the time to know his skin and what lay beneath, from his forehead to the soles of his feet. “You are a wonder,” Jay said. “You make me feel sexy, yet soft and dreamy all at once. Strong and masculine, yet weak and almost submissive.”

  “I like that,” Barbara said. “I like making you feel all different kinds of things.” She took his hand and guided him to the tub. Together, holding hands, they stepped into the still-steamy water.

  The tub was large enough that they could sink beneath the surface until only the tops of their shoulders and their heads were not submerged. “How do you feel under that water, I wonder?” she said, rubbing soap on her hands. Then she rubbed his chest, arms, and legs, again wondering at all the different textures. When she was content that she had touched all of Jay’s body, she handed him the soap. “Touch me now,” she said.

  Smiling, Jay took the soap and used lathered hands to caress all of Barbara’s skin, from her underarms to the back of her knees. He washed her fingers, sucking each into his mouth, then lathering and rinsing each. Then he did the same with her toes.

  She giggled when he rubbed the sole of her foot and found that, rather than spoiling the mood, Jay shared the laughter. Then the laughter turned into a splashing contest and finally, when the bathroom was soaked, they got out of the tub and bundled each other in big fluffy towels.

  “This wasn’t what I expected,” Barbara said as she rubbed her hair dry.

  “What did you expect?”

  “In the movies, the people always get very passionate in the tub. This was just sensual and fun.”

  “Hot water makes me less than passionate,” Jay said. “I get the ideas in my mind, but my cock refuses to cooperate.” He took the towel from Barbara and rubbed her hair. “Have you got a hairbrush?”

  In the bedroom, Jay sat Barbara on the chair at her vanity then, from behind her, began to slowly brush her hair. Barbara closed her eyes and allowed the sensuous moment to engulf her. The mesmerizing strokes of the brush lulled her almost to sleep. “Open your eyes, sleepyhead,” Jay said. “No nodding off here.”

  “Ummm. But it feels so good.” She opened her eyes and looked in the vanity mirror. Jay stood behind her, his skin still glowing from the warm water, a towel fastened around his loins. Slowly she watched Jay remove the towel from around her shoulders. Then he
took the brush and scratched the bristles along her collarbone.

  “Hey,” she said. “That hurts.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” Jay said. “It feels like it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Watch what I’m going to do.” He scraped the bristles across the flesh of her breast, then scratched the tip of one nipple. He repeated the action on her other breast, then down the center of her belly.

  It didn’t hurt. Quite the contrary. She felt her clit swell and her lips part and moisten. Two could play at that game, she thought. She took the brush from Jay’s hand, then turned and rubbed the bristles through Jay’s chest hair and down past his waist. She considered, then did it. She scratched Jay’s semi-erect cock with the sharp spikes. Rather than being a turn-off, as she had feared, his cock jumped, getting harder while she watched.

  She turned the brush in her hand so she could brush it up the inside of one of Jay’s thighs, then scratch it over his testicles. Groaning, Jay grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a standing position. He took the brush, threw it into the corner, then dragged her to the bed.

  “Not so fast,” she said, laughing.

  “Yes, so fast.” He pushed her down on her back and, with one quick motion, unrolled a condom over his cock. Then he grabbed his erection in one hand. “You did this, now let me put it where it belongs.” He crouched over her and with one thrust buried himself deep in her pussy.

  Barbara wanted to feel him from a different angle, so she pushed at him until he was on his knees, her pussy still impaled on his cock. He supported her buttocks in his hands as she twined her legs around his waist. “Now, baby,” she said. “Fuck me.”

  Her request was more than granted as he withdrew, then plunged in full length. She wanted, needed, stimulation for her breasts, but, rather than wait for Jay to touch them, she cupped her flesh and pinched her nipples. Because of their unusual position, Barbara’s clit was completely exposed. She wanted Jay to touch it. “Rub my clit,” she said, and Jay’s fingers found her immediately. He rubbed and, as she pinched her hard nipples and Jay’s long strokes filled her cunt, she came, hard, with a long, loud moan.