NASCAR Dreams

OK, LADIES....This story should be enough to make you hot, I know it did me as I wrote it.

Please keep in mind I am in no way an authority on NASCAR, but you should be able to get my meaning. This is strictly a fantasy, and I hope you enjoy it. I don't put my name in, but I named my female character for this story.

"Goddammit, Jon! You need to come in! Now! You need fuel and right side rubber!" I yelled into my microphone/headset.

"I'm fine," he yelled back, "Now let me drive."

I yanked my headset off, fuming, and almost threw it, but stopped myself because one, they were expensive to replace, and two, it just didn't help. I started pacing, trying to calm down. The crew, used to my temper, left me alone, but it wasn't fair to them. I stopped pacing and stood off to the side watching my husband do what HE thought was best.

As I was standing there, my number one guy, who ran the pits with me, and Jon's best friend, came up to stand next to me and said, "You're right, you know."

"Dammit, Rich, I know that! But tell him that." I emphasized, pointing out towards the track.

Rich let that roll off his back, smiling. Tori had a penchant for cursing, though she curbed most of it. If she was anything to the public, she was professional and kept dirty laundry private. He had been the best man at their wedding and they were like this all the time. 

Tori was one of the best crew chiefs out there. She had been running her dad's show since she was 16. She had earned her way into her current job. That is how she met and married Jon. Jon loved her fiery spirit and outspokenness. Yet he didn't let her run roughshod over him. She needed a strong man in her life. But they loved each other to death.

Tori took one last look at the track as the cars made another lap and then at Rich, silently communicating that she needed a walk and left.
Rich, used to her ways, let her go. There wasn't much left of the race, and knew she needed to burn off her anger. She would go start packing and cleaning up. 

Rich said into the mic, "Jon....." trailing off.

"Rich....." Jon said back in the same way.

"She was right, you know."

"Don't start with me."

Rich, chuckled and changed the subject, sort of, "There's gonna be hell to pay."

"I know," Jon said.

Rich could have sworn he heard Jon 'smile'. He just shook his head and said, "Come in when you're done."

Jon found his wife in their trailer, that held all the tools and spare parts. He had heard her all the way out side, obviously she was still pissed. He didn't worry that he placed 5th. It was a small race and wouldn't hurt them, but his wife took every race as THE RACE. Which is what she was hired for and was excellent at it. 

He opened the back door quietly and locked it behind him. She was putting tools away, slamming drawers, and yelling to no one in particular. God, she was magnificent in her rage. They had fought like cats and dogs ever since they met. He loved her. She challenged him every day. But she was the first one to defend him and his career, always trying to advance it, which was another reason she was pissed off, along with his going against her better judgement.

She must have noticed him, cause a wrench came flying at his head. He ducked with ease from years of practice. Jon slowly walked towards his wife. She moved to pick up another tool, when he jumped and grabbed her from behind, wrapping her in a bear hug, imprisoning her arms, and lifting her off her feet. She squirmed from side to side and growling, trying to get loose.

"Tori!" Jon said loudly, then more softly, "that's enough." She finally heard my voice through her rage. She was still pissed, but had stilled and just hung there in my arms. I slowly lowered her to her feet, and turned her around. 

She tried to get to the tools again, but I grabbed her upper arm and jerked her back to me. I took her ball cap off and all her glorious brunette hair came tumbling down. Her ice blue eyes glared at me, she was breathing hard, causing her breasts to strain at the uniform shirt she was wearing. I could feel a heaviness in my loins. I was getting hard just thinking about fucking my wife. I bent to kiss her and she turned her head away and I found myself kissing her ear. That just wouldn't do.

I stood there glaring at Jon, my eyes narrowed, my lips pursed, not making any move to help him. He bent to kiss me and for some perverse reason I turned my head trying to look indifferent, looking off to the side. He ended up kissing my ear instead. I felt this painful tug at my hair, as Jon had grabbed a fistful of my hair and slowly against my will pulled my head back to face him. I looked him everywhere but in his eyes. He yelled my name and jerked my head again and this time I looked at him.

Jon. smiling against his wife's ear. She was trying to be indifferent but her nipples told me otherwise. They were hard as stones as he could see them through her shirt. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked it a bit, pulling her hair until she was facing me, saying, "Tori! Look at me," which she did reluctantly. Her glacial blue eyes would have frozen me in place if I hadn't been so hot for her.

I lowered my lips to hers, softly kissing her, first on the lips then at each corner, and running my tongue along the crease of her lips. Her jaw was clenched, and wouldn't let me in, so I grabbed both her hands and held them behind her back in a strong grip, and slowly backed her up so her ass was against one of the work benches, bending her elbows so her hands were on top of the bench. 

I leaned into her heavily, one so she couldn't move and two, so she could feel my hard cock pressed against her mound, bending at the knees and coming up, rubbing against her. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was softening towards me. Her lips parted, as she was breathing heavily. I took my hands and lifted her chin, kissing my way down her throat and then started to slowly unbutton her shirt and pulling it out from her pants. 

She had on a front clasp bra and when I undid it, her beautiful breasts spilled out. I bent and took a nipple in my mouth, loving the feel of her nipple in my mouth. I took it between my teeth and gently chewed on it. That was it. Her knees gave out. It was a good thing she was leaning on the bench. I slowly ran my hand down to her pants and slowly unbuttoned them. I reached in and ran my fingers through her pubes and down between her pussy lips. My middle finger scraping through the wetness to her clit and I started fingering her. Not being able to help herself, her hips started moving in rhythm with my finger and little moans started escaping from her.

God! I love my husband so much. And this was one of the reasons why. He was THE MOST incredible lover she ever had. He always knew how to work through my anger and put it to good use. He had stopped playing with my clit to pull my pants down and pick me up and set me on the bench. Jon took off my shoes and pants, bent my knees and placed my legs over his shoulders. He used his thumbs to pull apart my pussy lips. I almost came just from the hot touch of his mouth on my clit. He sucked on it, then ran his tongue to my vagina, stabbing inside before running back to my clit. 

He made one more hard sucking motion, his tongue rubbing it and I came. Hard. My hips came off the bench and he just cupped my ass in his hands supporting me as I came. I was trembling and shaking from my orgasm. I moved my legs from off his shoulders and placed them on his chest and gently pushed him away from the bench so I could get down.

Jon watched her get down off the bench, looking so hot in just her open uniform shirt. The look in her eyes almost tangible. Hey ice blue eyes had went from arctic chill to a summer sky warmth, mingled with a bit of 'now you're gonna get it'. 

Tori bent down at the waist, to pick up her stuff, giving me a great view of her ass and pussy. Straightening back up, she took my hand and led me to our living quarters on the trailer. Inside the small bedroom, Tori tossed her stuff in the corner and finished taking off her shirt and bra.

I had started to get undressed, but only got as far as my shoes. My wife seductively started to remove my clothes, but being the impatient creature that she was when she was horny, it took all of about a minute.

Tori, stood for a second admiring the body of her husband. God, he was fine. His chest lightly covered in blond curly chest hair. A well muscled chest, and hard abs. I had to touch him.. I ran my hands over his chest, kissing and nipping my way down to his waist, and back up. I looked into Jon's face, his eyes a dark blue, reflecting the fact he was seriously turned on. I cupped his balls in my hand and fondled them gently. He closed his eyes and his head fell back. 

I gently pushed him on his chest backing him up till I had him laying on his back on the bed. He loved it when I crawled up between his legs in order to suck him off. He loved the feel of my breasts dangling and rubbing against the inside of his legs. I slowly let my tits rub against his legs, finally getting to his dick. I took it in my mouth and started sucking. I moved my mouth up and down, running my tongue along the underside. I would take it almost all the way out, sucking on the tip, swirling my tongue around it and then deep throating him. 

His hips started moving up and down to my rhythm, his hands entangling in my hair, lightly holding my head in place. I could tell he was getting close. Still felling a bit peevish and wicked, I let go of him and took a bit of time just placing light kisses all over his chest, sucking on his nipples. Jon, having enough of that, got on his knees and maneuvered himself behind me, while I was still on my hands and knees. He knew I liked doing it from behind, doggie style.

He had taken his cock in his hand and was rubbing the tip back and forth along my pussy, driving me crazy with need. Then he put just the head in, grabbed hold of my hips, and pulled me up against him at the same time he slammed into me. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapping at my clit. Finally we came, he took one last plunge and came. I could feel his warmth inside me. He just stayed there for a moment, his orgasm flowing through him. He shivered at the end, as I worked my vaginal muscles around him for a few seconds. He ran his hands from my hips across my back, causing me to shiver. He pulled out and the two of us laid down on the bed. 

He opened his arms and I snuggled close. I started crying softly. All my emotions being released. Sometimes when we made love it was soul shattering and so beautiful, it made me cry.

Jon held Tori tight, while she cried. His wife was so volatile and this was the last step, her emotions all released. He loved her so much. He just rubbed her hair and her back.

"Sweetheart. You OK?" Tori just shook her head yes up and down.

"I love you," Jon said softly, his lips against her forehead.

"I love you, too," she said in a wet, squeaky voice.

And the two of them drifted off to sleep, in each others arms.

Well, My Queens, I hoped you liked my story of love at nascar.

Fantasy Number One

Chanel 69 written by your Fantasy Princess is Fantasy #1



OK, ladies, here we go....It was a dark and stormy night...lol..naa j/k.

I heard a knock at my door. Who could that be, I thought. I live out in the country on a quiet road. It is late at night and raining. I open the door and there is Jon, standing there, dripping wet, asking to use my phone. I stand there in a daze, not believing that that man is standing in front of me. He asked again if he could use my phone, and shaking my head to clear it, I led him to my phone in the entry hall. "What happened," I asked?



"My car broke down. Figures the one time I don't take the viper." After calling a tow truck, he said it would take awhile since all the tow trucks were busy due to the weather.



So I took the beautiful man's hand and led him into my living room, where, because of the weather, I already had a fire going to ward off the chill. He walked up and put his hands out trying to warm up. I told Jon to wait here. I ran upstairs to get some towels and some blankets. Back downstairs I was relieved to see Jon was still there. I told him to take off his clothes so I could dry them, and to wrap up in the towels and blankets. I told him I would be right back to get his clothes. I went to the kitchen to start some hot chocolate. Coming back I found his clothes in the hallway, so I picked them up and went to put them in the dryer.



Coming back, carrying two cups of hot chocolate, I turn into the living room, "Jon, I hope that hot chocolate ...." the words dying on my lips as I view Jon standing with his back to me, a towel wrapped around his waist and he was using the other towel to dry his hair. Hearing my voice he turned to look at me. He smiled that beautiful half smile, he lowers the towel he was using on his hair and came towards me.



Finding my voice again, I moved towards Jon and the coffee table, which was between us and said, "I hope hot chocolate is OK. Or did you want something stronger?"



"No, it's fine."



He dropped the extra towel on the couch, took the cups from my hands and set them on the table. He took his hands and tenderly cupped my face, his lips parting, and touched them to mine. His kiss was everything I had dreamed it would be and more. His lips were warm and soft, moving across my lips with expertise. My stomach jolted, nothing but butterflies. My hands moved to his chest of their own volition, savoring the feel of his warm skin, The muscles hard underneath my fingertips. He pulled back, looked into my eyes and said, "Thank you."



"You're welcome," I said. Ironically at that moment Bed Of Roses came on over the stereo and I asked, "Jon, would you dance with me for a minute to this song?"



Jon smiled indulgently, wrapped his arms around me, holding me closer than any of the other women. And to top it off he sang to the song under his breath. I laid my head on his chest, the two of us swaying to the music in front of the fire. When the song was over, we sat down on the couch and just talked, sipping our now luke warm hot chocolate. After a couple of hours, and many answered questions later, Jon's clothes were dry. The tow truck driver showed up and Jon was gone, leaving behind wings on my heart for having made my dream come true.

Fantasy Number Two

Channel 69 presents your Fantasy Princess bringing you Fantasy #2



Here is your next fantasy. Sweet Jovi Dreams. 'He' equals favorite band mate/rock star of choice. 'She', of course, equals you, the reader.

She woke up with a start, her alarm blaring in her ear. She was having the most erotic dream, ever. She was in the shower with her back to the showerhead. Her head was tilted back, her hands pushing the water through her hair, rinsing out the conditioner. Her elbows were up and out, which pushed her breasts up, showing them off to her advantage. Her eyes were closed. She heard the shower door slide open then close. She knew who it was and felt no fear. She continued with rinsing her hair, her head back, eyes closed, knowing she looked good naked, anticipating what would come next.



She felt his strong, soapy hands on her hips. He was rubbing his hands in small light circles. He was so close she could feel his warmth. He slid his hands down, cupping her buttocks before sliding up her sides, continuing past her breasts, to her collerbone. She wanted him to touch her breasts, lowering her hands to his, intent on moving them to her breasts, but that was not his plan. He took hold of her hands and placed one on the shower wall and one on the shower door. Holding them there, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "patience," giving her earlobe a nip with his teeth.



God! She thought she would die of anticipation, but the torture was exquisite. He put more soap on his hands, and proceeded to wash each of her arms. His movements slow. Sensual. He moved his hands down from her shoulders, under her arms, to her fingertips, back to her shoulders. They slid down along her sides, his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts, feeling the fullness of them. The water from the shower still sluicing down her back, her eyes still closed, and when she felt his thumbs on her breasts, her head fell back, and a moan escaped her lips. He placed his lips on hers the exact moment he cupped her full, firm breasts.



And then she woke up. She looked down and saw that her nipples were puckered and there was an ache at the juncture of her thighs. That's what I get for watching Jon Bon Jovi movies so close to bed time...... 

The Widow And The Painter

Channel 69 presents THE WIDOW AND THE PAINTER
Here is another mini romance novelette. This story is very loosely based on the scene from Moonlight and Valentino, where Jon and Elizabeth Perkins characters go upstairs. Imagine if you will, what may have happened after they went upstairs, or at least this is what I thought might have happened.
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My husband had been gone (passed away) six months now, and I had finally decided to make some changes. I wanted to remodel the house. It was just too painful looking at all the reminders and it was just time to move on or at least go back to living life. I had just gotten home from the office, coming through the door, tossing my keys and purse on the entry table.



I made my way to the kitchen, carrying my mail with me. I fixed a glass of ice water, leaned my hip against the counter and flipped through my mail. As always nothing but junk mail. I had just finished tossing the advo's in the trash, when there was a knock on the door. That must be the painter. The contractor had gotten most of the inside work done and now he was sending a painter to do the outside. The only room I hadn't done was the bedroom, because I wanted to go through my husband's stuff first before remodeling the room.



Opening the door, I beheld the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was wearing a t shirt, jeans and work boots. His clothes looked like they were painted on. He had the face of a God. Tanned. Chiseled. Perfect nose. His eyes, a dark midnight blue. And his smile.....dazzling. I could hear my name being called. It sounded far away, when I realized he was talking to me. The poor man was introducing himself to me.



"My name is Jon. Are you Tina?"



Giving myself a mental shake, I replied, "Yes. Yes, my name is Tina," shaking his outstretched hand. His grip sent tingles up my arm. We discussed what needed to be done and he said he would be back the next day.



During the next couple of days the two of us had opportunities to talk. This was the first time I had even thought of another man since my husband and he had me feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush. On the third day from when Jon started painting, I had been going through and boxing up my husband's things and carting them to the garage. Standing there staring at the boxes, an overwhelming sadness came over me. A tear slipped down my cheek, followed by another. Pretty soon I was crying, my arm crossed over my chest. I bent my head, resting my forehead in my other hand.



That's how Jon found me, standing there, tears wetting my face. Lost in my sorrow, I didn't hear him walk up. He touched my shoulder and I jumped. "Oh. Jon. I didn't hear you come up," wiping tears with my hands.



"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Jon said softly. "I saw you bringing in the boxes and came to see if you needed help."



I had had my back to him, and to keep him from seeing my tears, I bent to pick up a box and stack it on top of another and said, "Thanks, but I'm OK." Something in my voice must not have sounded convincing, because Jon leaned over, and with a hand on my elbow, pulled me up to face him. I kept my face down, staring at the floor. Jon put a hand under my chin and lifted my face. I finally looked up at him. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hand on my face. It felt good to feel a man's touch again. I hadn't even thought of another man...until Jon. He made me feel things again.



A lone tear trickled down my face and he caught it with his thumb and wiped it away. "Tina," Jon said, "tell me, what's wrong? Does it have to do with those boxes?"



I shook my head, "MmHmm." Looking at the boxes briefly, then back at Jon, "my husband died about six months ago. This is the first I have been able to deal with his belongings, but it is still hard."



"I'm sorry," Jon said.



"Thank you," I said, walking back through the door to the house and picked up another box. Jon followed and also grabbed a box. I set my box on top of another and turned to Jon, as he set his down, and said, "You know I haven't even thought of men, going out with them, anything. And then you come into my life. You make me feel." I walked up, moving closer to Jon, looking up into his beautiful sapphire blue eyes. God, this man made her want to be with a man again. I could feel this magnetic pull of our souls, like it was OK to do this. "Jon, when you touched me earlier, it was heaven. It felt so good. I've missed that... a man's touch, the feel of his body next to mine, his smell."

At this point, we were standing toe to toe, chest to chest. I searched his eyes, his face for a reaction or a hint of his feelings. If it was possible his eyes got even darker, looking almost black. I could see his desire, unspoken. Jon reached up with both hands, cupped my face, and kissed me softly. OOOHHH GGGOODDDD! I was dying inside. His lips were so warm and soft. My body was screaming for this man. Jon stopped kissing me and looked at me, a slight rise to his eyebrow, a small smile on his face, like he was reading my thoughts, saying yes, to my unspoken question. I took his hand and lead him back inside the house, thankful he didn't hesitate. I would have been mortified if he had, and I don't think I would have had the nerve to ask again.



Reaching the bedroom, I stopped inside the room, with Jon standing behind me. Jon wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight, nuzzling my neck. At the same time, he started moving, swaying back and forth. We were barely moving, just enjoying the feel of each other. The wonderful man was humming something pretty in my ear and slowly massaging my stomach with his hands.



I started to turn around so I could face him and he held me in place, saying, "Not yet." Jon went back to slowly running his hands over my stomach. he then started to gather up the hem of my shirt. "Raise your arms," he whispered, taking off my shirt, as I complied with his request. Jon's hands returned to my waist. He undid the button on my jeans and unzipped them. His right hand made it's way into my panties, running through my pubes, over my mound, and to my pussy. His left arm was holding me across my rib cage under my breasts, my arms crossed over his, hanging on.



His fingers circled my clit, but not touching it directly, moving lower to my vagina.



Jon pushed a single finger inside me, feeling my moisture. "Oh, Baby, you are so wet, so hot. Can you feel how much that turns me on," he asked, rubbing his hard cock against my backside. Jon stopped playing with my pussy and placed his palm against my mound, pressed harder against my ass and said, "Say it."



"Yes. Yes. I feel it," I replied barely coherent.



"Good," he said, going back to swirling his finger against my clit, smearing my moisture all over. I moved my hips, no longer able to hold still, trying to come in contact with his finger, wanting to cum so badly. He complied, all be it briefly, by rubbing my clit directly, wetting it, so his finger moved on it smoothly. He touched my clit and my hips bucked, a small scream escaped, as my knees buckled.



He pulled me back up, "Hey, none of that. Come on, honey, stand up," he whispered in my ear, "tense your body, just feel my finger on your clit. Focus on what my finger is doing. Rubbing the sensitive tip. I can feel your clit getting even harder." His words were making me even more turned on. I liked him directing this mini orchestra that was my body, playing it to perfection. "Trust me. Try not to move your hips, but just keep a steady pressure against my finger. That's it. Just feel," he said.



Jon rubbed my clit with a steady pressure, increasing the speed. His words and fingers bringing me to new heights of ecstasy. I was getting close. My body tense, my head back against his shoulder, panting. I could feel my clit actually getting harder, fuller. "That's it, Baby, cum. I want to feel your juices on my hand. Cum baby." Finally, I exploded, coming hard. It felt like my clit split open, turning inside out. His finger still rubbing my clit, the sensation almost hurt. I was trembling now, unable to stand. "That's it baby. I can feel your juices. You are beautiful when you cum. I loved watching you," he said. I felt him remove his hand, as I stood there, head resting on his chest, eyes closed, breathing hard.



He brought his fingers to my lips, wet with my juices and ran them along my lips before inserting one in my mouth. "Suck on my finger. I want you to taste how hot you are for me."



At first I was reluctant. It was not something I was used to, but he was insistent. I could taste myself on his finger. It was strange, but not distasteful, almost a turn on. But I had had enough and turned my head away.
Jon took pity on me and picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me down. I laid there watching as this God like man removed his clothes, slowly, his eye holding my gaze. I couldn't look away. Finally, he stood before me, almost arrogantly, his cock jutting straight out from his body. Long. Thick. Hard. And by God, the most perfectly formed penis I had ever seen. By the look in his eyes, he knew that, that I would find his cock more than the average man had. For one small second I thought to myself..conceited oaf.



"Finish undressing," he said, watching as I took off my bra and jeans. When I was done, I sat down on the edge of the bed. Jon moved up closer, standing between my legs, his cock even with my mouth. I reached up with my hands and placed them on his hips. I then moved them over his butt cheeks at the same time I took him in my mouth. He was a bit bigger than I was used to, and I was only able to go down on him about three fourths of the way. I was moving my mouth up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip, when I looked up to find him watching me.



His eyes intense. It was an incredibly sensual experience. And the small soft smile on his lips, showing his pleasure, made me feel good I had put one of my hands around the base of his cock, stroking him while I continued to suck on the head. As I increased my speed, I looked up to find his head back, eyes closed, and his hands had moved to hold my head, his fingers entangled in my hair. My speed increased and his hips started to move to my rhythm. Finally, with a grunt, Jon found his release, and with one final push into my mouth, he came. I swallowed and licked him clean.



Jon pulled back and climbed up on the bed, laying down, patting the bed next to him. I moved up to lay down next to him. I. on my back, he, on his side. He had placed his leg over me, his thigh across my hips holding me in place. He lightly ran his fingertips up and down my torso, then cupped the side of my face, kissed me and said, "Tina, you are an amazing and sensual woman. I don't find many women willing to do that."



I reveled in his words, but some small part of me felt like I was betraying my husband. A small tear escaped. I had my eyes closed but I could feel him looking at me. The only thing that made this OK, was this incredible connection I felt with this man, like he knew what I was thinking without my saying so. My husband was the only other person I had felt that with. And to prove my point, Jon said, "Baby, don't cry. I am sure you are feeling vulnerable right now, like maybe you are being untrue to your husband, but I am sure he didn't mean for you to be celibate. Ever since we shook hands and I felt this spark between us, I knew we would be together. I could feel this pull between us. I was just waiting for you to give me a sign." He had felt it too.



I thought. At least I'm not crazy. I opened my eyes to look into his midnight blue eyes. He continued, "I wont hurt you. Anytime you want to stop, just tell me." Unable to say anything right away, I reached up to touch his face with my fingertips, my eyes touching on his nose, his lips, even the small pores of his face. I cupped the back of his head, his hair sift beneath my touch and pulled him down so I could kiss him.



I could feel his cock had gotten hard again and I tried to reach for it, but he said, "Wait," and moved over me and settled himself between my legs and took a nipple in his mouth. palming my other breast. After a few minutes he moved down between my legs and ate me, licking and sucking on my clit till I climaxed again. Jon then laid down on his back, pulling me on top, wrapping his arms around me, kissing me. He ran his hands up and down my back as we kissed, then stopping on my hips. He pushed down while lifting his hips, indicating for me to take him inside me. I reached between us and took hold of his cock, rubbing the head back and forth along my pussy before inserting the head inside me.



Capturing his gaze I slowly lowered myself onto him, moving slowly up and down so that my body rubbed against his. My breasts going back and forth against his chest. Jon wrapped his arms around me holding me close, so he could kiss me, as he held my hips still and he did the moving. After a bit Jon rolled us over, so that he was on top. He increased his speed, thrusting faster and harder till we both came. He collapsed next to me, both of us panting and sweating. We were both tired and we fell asleep.



I woke the next morning, alone. Jon was gone. Not sure if I felt good about that or not, I got up. I went out to the door by the garage and saw that all the other boxes had been moved to garage and the garage door had been shut, too. I smiled, thinking that was sweet. Looking out side I saw that it was a beautiful day and decided to go take a swim. I fixed a pitcher of iced tea and took that with me out to the pool.



The sun was warm, the sky was a bright blue. I wondered about that, was that a sign? About Jon and I? What did he think? OH well. I dived into the cool water and let myself glide through the water, letting it soothe my mind and body. After about a half an hour I got out, poured a glass of tea and laid down on a chaise lounge, closing my eyes. The sun was warm on my skin. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I felt a cold wetness on my nipple. It had puckered so hard that the small pleasure/pain woke me up.



I opened my eyes and there was Jon running an ice cube over my nipples. My bathing suit was gone...easily enough as it was held together by string ties. Jon had straddled the chaise lounge between my legs, facing me, pulling me close with each of my legs over his. My pussy totally open to his gaze. Jon took another ice cube and ran it over my belly before touching it to my clit.



I jumped. Jon tossed the ice cube aside and proceeded to take me to heaven again. He used both hands, first just slowly touching, exploring my pussy. Pulling the lips open, pinching my clit. then he took one hand and inserted a couple of fingers inside me, rubbing at my G spot, and the other hand rubbing my clit, all of this going at the same time. I came. My body feeling like it shattered into a million pieces. Jon pulled my up to straddle his lap, his cock just smoothly entering me. We hugged and kissed while I rode him to orgasm. We sat there holding each other, my head on his shoulder, his cock still inside me.



This man of few words, this strong beautiful man...I wanted him to be in my life. I looked at him and said, "I want you in my life, some how, someway. Whatever that may be."



Jon smiled and said, "I want you in my life, somehow, someway. Whatever that may be."



Together, we took one day at a time.



Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did...wink wink.



Your Fantasy Princess, Karen.

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The Beautiful Man

Sometimes I think my obsession with Jon transcends all. This thought popped into my head and I had to finish it to completion, just so I could let the thought go. Jon IS a beautiful man. I wanted to express the FEELINGS I was thinking of, like when you are really next to that person. Their smell, the taste of their skin, their warmth. I am not sure I did that, but this is as close as I got. I hope you can get my drift.

The Beautiful Man was running his fingers lightly across my skin. Slightly calloused. I can feel the bits of skin, causing goosebumps. I was laying on my stomach, my head pillowed on my arms, my hair fanned out in disarray. Fingers follow my arm from wrist to shoulder, across my shoulder blade, following my spine to my lower back.

I stretched, my hands going out in front of me, my toes pointed and a low soft growl rumbled in my throat, letting him know how good that felt. His hand, already at my lower back, slipped under the sheet laying across my behind, and started caressing my derriere, squeezing, rubbing. His body was parallel to mine. Warm. Hard. Strong. It made me feel safe. Cherished.
The Beautiful Man leaned over and began to place soft warm kisses on my shoulders. By now I felt languid. My blood heavy and thick. Everything tingly and swollen. It was hard to stay still, as I was incredibly turned on, but my hips started moving, slowly, trying to find relief, wanting him to touch me at my most sensitve spot. I tried to roll over so I could give him access to my more sensitive areas, but he leaned against me, practically laying on top of me, and continued on.

No words spoken, none needed. The Beautiful Man knew what I needed, but was bent on driving me to a feverish pitch. Not inclined to grant me any release. His hands were now running up and down the closest leg to him, coming all the way back up, on the inside of my leg stopping just short of my pussy, leaving me wanting.

The Beautiful man was hard, I could feel him against me, occasionally he rubbed it against me. I smiled inside, he was needy, too. When he rubbed, I pushed back. Finally, with an indication from his hand, that had moved it's way to my stomach, he had me roll over. He tenderly put his arm around me and kissed me. My arms slowly went around his neck, my hands weaving my way through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower he had taken earlier.

I could smell him..clean..no perfumes..just his own personal scent. I licked him, just to taste his clean, warm skin. This beautiful man knew how to kiss. He made me feel beautiful and loved. His lips soft..warm against mine. Opening my eyes for a moment, I found myself gazing into his eyes. I smiled as I traced his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled and bent to kiss me again. I felt his warm breath feather my lashes as he kissed my eyelids.

In absolute need of having his mouth on my breasts, I grabbed handfuls of his soft silky blond hair and pulled his head down to my breasts. He whispered that he loved them, as he licked..sucked..nibbled..chewed. I whispered to him that I needed him..NOW. Always the gentleman, he accommodated me by positioning himself between my legs. His hips against the inside of my thighs.

He entered me easily, as I was that ready, sinking in all the way. He stayed there a moment, as he hugged me tight, whispering love words in my ear. His voice, so sexy, smooth and husky, almost made me cum right then. I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips. He then started a wonderful rhythm. Pushing deep and slow, pulling almost all the way out. Since he was well endowed, I could feel him stretching me, hitting all the right G-spots along the way. I ran my hands up and down his back, finally resting them on his biceps, my nails digging in. My beautiful man increased his speed, moving harder, and with moans of ecstasy the two of came.

The Beautiful Man moved to lay next to me, holding me close, whispering in my ear, "I love you."