Imaginary Friend

Sitting at the red light, her thoughts drifted, and her fingertips lightly caressed the skin of her arm. She pushed her head back into the headrest with her eyes closed. She remembered how sensual his fingers caressing her arm felt. She allowed her whole body to feel that pleasurable sensation of his erotic touch. Her body visibly swooned with erotic desire, her sexual longing for him overwhelmed her senses deeply. The slightest whimper of a moan escaped her parted lips from the intensity of the memory.

She glanced at the light, just as it turned green, and she continued her drive. The moment had passed. But her thoughts kept returning to the overwhelming feelings of pleasure and passion. They were flashes of emotion, like explosions of colors inside her mind. There were occasional images of him, but just in pieces. His fingers caressed her skin, his toned arms showed off his tanned muscles while holding her body to his, and his soft, caring eyes expressed his deep-felt love for her.

She sighed winsomely as she refocused on the morning traffic. She was running her usual errands after dropping off her children at school. She had her usual list of responsibilities that she needed to perform daily. Later, when she returned home and finished folding the load of laundry she would have time for him. She was looking forward to it, her time of escape, her freedom.

For now, she mentally checked off her list of errands. All the things that must happen so that her family could do the things they wanted and needed to do from day to day. Most of what she did happened in the background. Never receiving any appreciation or even acknowledgement of what she had done. Giving her all for them. But, she didn't do it for appreciation. She did it because it needed to be done and what was more, she did it because she loved them.

As her morning progressed, she felt the dullness of her situation. The monotonous weight of complacency that she had accepted for her life. The repetitive tasks that she completed day in and day out. If she would have allowed herself to, the melancholic misery of it all would have overwhelmed her with total depression.

To treat herself for finishing all of her tasks, she stopped at the little cafe to get a drink before returning home. It wasn't much, but the drink was cool and refreshing, and the more significant part to her was the flowers. One of the tables that was placed outside was near a lovely flower garden. The plethora of colors and smells were absolutely wonderful. A cool, gentle breeze slipped in subtly that possessed a particular note of freshness that calmed her spirit and rejuvenated her resolve. It was quiet, except for the occasional sounds of nature. The birdsong and the light rustling of the breeze between the leaves of the nearby trees.

There were few people enjoying the cafe. Besides herself, there was only one other person enjoying the delights of the cafe outside with her. Just a middle-aged man in a business suit staring off into nothing. She didn't even notice his presence as she was so determined to shut out all other distractions and focus on absorbing the beauty and peace afforded her.

Truly, this spot was one of the few gifts in her life. With so many frustrations and disappointments, this little locale provided her with a singular escape for joy. She wondered idly, how she would get through her life without this little cafe and its quiescent garden. Speaking of which, she remembered she still had things to do at the house. Checking the time, she quickly finished her drink and then closed her eyes to breathe in the myriad scents of the flowers. She let it flow through her body while she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly to feel the calming sensation permeate through her entire body. If only she had someone to share it with her.

Getting up she returned to her vehicle and began the drive back to her house. Again, her thoughts briefly tickled with the pleasing sensations of his touch. She wondered how happy she would be if he could sit with her at the cafe. They could talk and laugh and even let their fingers touch across the small table. Maybe, he would even kiss her, deeply, affectionately, lovingly. She let her thoughts drift through the little fantasy until she returned home.

Once inside, she began her tasks, her daily routines. She pulled some things out of the freezer to begin thawing in preparation for the evening meal. As she went about the house, she picked up toys, clothes, and other scattered objects, and without thinking placed them back in their designated places. She also cleaned as she went, removing messes, cleaning off surfaces, dusting, vacuuming, there never seemed to be an end to the filth. By the time she made it to the laundry room to begin folding and ironing the clothes, she had performed a small miracle by doing a literal home makeover. The house looked nothing like it did after everyone had left in the morning. But when they returned, would any of them notice the changes or acknowledge her hard work? She knew they wouldn't, they just took it for granted, and if she missed anything, she knew they would be sure to point it out to her.

She lived with being unappreciated and she wore the cloak of being unrecognized. She knew that to her husband and children, she was just there to fulfill all their needs and to make sure everything went as it should.

Walking upstairs with the basket of folded laundry she tried not to dwell on those feelings too much. It was not as if anyone would do anything different if she pointed it out to them. Oh, they would thank her, tell her how much they appreciated and loved her, and how she was the best. But the next day, they would forget and go back to their normal lives.

She stacked up the laundry on their beds in each of their rooms, then put away hers and her husband's clothes. Walking back down to the laundry room to put away the basket in its designated place, she glanced around the house, from room to room, making sure everything was done and complete. Walking back to the living room, she headed over to the attached den. It was originally intended as an office, but she added bookshelves and proceeded to fill them up with all her favorite books.

Glancing at the time, she noted that she had plenty of time to read a story and enjoy herself. She selected the last book she had started and smiled shyly to herself. She always felt a little promiscuous and a little guilty for taking time for herself in this manner. She had read these kinds of books for years, but every time they still gave her a sense of having a guilty pleasure.

She walked upstairs to her bedroom and proceeded to remove her clothing. As each article slipped off of her body, her senses came alive and became more excited in anticipation. The soft textures brushed lightly against her skin, and it helped her to adjust to the mood. Each piece of clothing represented some frustration of her life. As they came off, so too did her frustrations and stress, letting her slip further and further away from the real world worries and concerns.

She laid down on top of the bed and closed her eyes, letting the comforter hold her body lightly as she sank down slowly and relaxed. The last of her troubles were forgotten and she escaped into the fantasy world that she had come to know so intimately. She opened her book and began reading...

The look on his face portrayed his undying lust for her. As his sensitive eyes wandered over her exposed body, she saw no hint of repulsion, only desirable attraction. Even the pose of his large-framed, muscular body told her how badly he wanted her. Not to mention his long, naked arousal standing at attention for her viewing pleasure.

He leaned down slowly and cradled her chin with his strong fingers. Parting her lips she received his slow, sensual kiss that he feathered over her lips. She could taste his mouth as he exhaled and she detected a hint of peppermint, probably from the candies he enjoyed. Then, his lips plastered themselves over hers and his tongue began the adventure of exploring her mouth, lips, and tongue.

Their kiss twisted back and forth, tugging and nudging, moistened tongues probing and grazing until her head fell back in an exasperated moan of an exhaled breath. The steam of their body heat caused a thin, slick sheen of sweat to coat their skin, small beads accumulating together to run in small rivulets down their bodies.

Her fingertips slid down from her chin, feeling the exposed curve of her neck. Down the wide expanse of her upper chest to find their way down to cup her full breast and tease her hardened nipple.

His big hands explored the hills and valleys of the curves of her body, seeking out those hidden areas of erogenous delights. Squeezing her ample breasts and flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he then slid his hands down to grab her hips and pull her into him. His hardened, throbbing member pressed to her tummy warmly.

His mouth found its way down her chin, across her jaw, and up to her ear. He whispered low with his deep-throated voice, "I want you."

A whimper escaped her parted lips in between her increased intakes of breath. Her fingertips drag down her tummy, below her waist, and circled the entrance to her moistened sanctuary.

Pressing his chest firmly into her body and squeezing her breasts against him, she could feel his unrestrained lust for her. He gently ground his chest and arousal against her body to exemplify that lust. When he pulled away slightly, she let her fingers trace over the myriad undulations of his chest muscles. She loved the feel of his firmness, from his large pectorals that were curved deliciously, all the way down to his waist to trace his sartorius muscles lined just above his quadriceps. She always affectionately called them his eagle wings, as they seemed to spread out like wings from his groin.

Feeling the sticky moisture coating her fingertip, she worked it between her velvety folds and pushed it inside her small pool of pleasure. The sensations that her finger evoked seemed to flutter her emotions inside her. She let out a small moan between her closed lips, humming in satisfaction.

His mouth kissed her deeply, his fingers caressed her affectionately, and his hard body pressing down on her made her succumb to him willingly. Her legs parted and her eyes opened to show him how much she wanted him. She would do anything he wanted to please him, she gave herself to him without restraint. He positioned himself at her entrance and let the tip push inside her. Her head was thrown back as she exclaimed in erotic acceptance. She had been wanting him to take her, to make her his for so long.

Shifting her finger up, she began teasing her hidden pearl, coaxing it out, letting the vibrating waves of pleasure begin to course through her body. Her lips had parted slightly and her breathing was intensifying as the pleasure waves inside her began to build.

Working himself deeper inside her, his long, thick length felt amazing as it stretched her tightly around his throbbing member. He took his time, keeping her right at the edge of what was comfortable pleasure and what was not. He didn't just ram himself inside her, or hurt her, he was gentle, but determined. She knew he was strong enough to roughly hurt her and take her, but he held himself back and that was just one of the many characteristics that she absolutely adored about him. He thought about her needs and put her first before him.

Her finger started making slow, circular motions against her exposed pearl, applying just the right amount of pressure. Little whimpering moans of building excitement slipped from her lips, her tongue cloven to the roof of her mouth, in between licking her lips. She barely recognized the steady thudding of her heart inside her chest, but she could feel her breasts pushing upwards, offering her hard nipples to the empty air above her.

Finally, with a last, little push she felt him completely buried inside her. The feeling thrilled her, driving her senses crazy. Slowly, he began his repetitive thrusting, angling his hips in a way to get as deep inside her as he could and to give her as much pleasure as possible. She cried out incoherently, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and broad back, trying to cling to his powerful frame. Planting his hand firmly into the bed to hold his heavy body off of her, he let his other hand circle around her back and waist. She could feel him holding her body off the bed slightly just so they could be even closer together as he thrusted intensely inside her.

His overwhelming caring and need for her sent her emotions reeling, lifting her level of pleasure higher and higher. She could sense the nearness of her climax approaching quickly. Only he could encourage her to be comfortable enough to relax and actually enjoy their love-making. He didn't try to make her do anything, nor force her to comply, he did everything he could, instead, to help her satisfy her needs.

Her finger teased her depths, twirling inside her pool of wetness, then resumed attacking her clit. Her open-mouthed moans were getting louder. She could barely focus, knowing her climax was near.

The strength of his thrusting was voracious. She felt his wild abandon and she loved it. His eyes found hers and she could see the pleading need held within them as he whispered deeply, "I want you."

That was what she was waiting for. She knew it was coming. That was all it took to push her over the edge. She bore down a little and clenched her inner walls as her orgasm launched itself free of its cage. Her juices exploding and gushing all over him. In response, he howled and flooded her sanctuary, letting their intimate juices mix together inside her.

The book fell to the bed and her hand immediately grasped and squeezed her breast, while her finger rubbed diligently against her clit. She replayed the last few sentences in her mind, letting the imagery fill her mind so that she could not only see every detail, but feel it as well. She tricked herself into believing the male character was actually making love to her and that his words were whispered into her ear.

Moaning loudly, squeezing her breast tightly, lifting her hips up as she attacked her clit, she stepped over the edge of pleasure.

Her orgasm hit her hard and deep. She sucked in her breath and held it. Releasing it as the first wave of pleasure pounded her body. Her hips fell back to the bed, but immediately thrust up to meet the next wave of pleasure. She groaned lustily and bit down on her lower lip. Her hand released her breast and then clenched it, almost drawing her breast up to her chin.

She repeated this process while wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over and through her delicate body. Each wave cresting with an audible groan until she was spent.

Her hands fell away from her body slowly and she closed her eyes as she gasped for breath. Her chest heaving her breasts up and down like the waves of pleasure that were just crashing inside her. She could feel strands of her hair plastered wetly, framing her face. The cool air tried to massage the heat of her wet loins lightly but accomplished little more than giving her a slight tickling sensation.

Stretching her body languidly across the bed she felt so amazingly sexy and erotic. She imagined she was a feline getting a thorough scratch that made her arch her body suggestively. Her hunger had hardly been sated and she rolled to her side and pushed her exposed butt out to offer it to her imaginary lover.

She could imagine the lust in his eyes as he saw her offering herself so invitingly to him. She felt such an extreme sense of naughtiness overwhelm her that she giggled as she said the words in her mind for him to come spank her before taking her from behind and fucking her like she needed.

She squeaked, rolled back to her previous position, and quickly looked around the room. Embarrassed, she realized she was all alone. She was unsure where such naughty thoughts came from because it was so unlike her nature. She was timid and shy at best, and preferred the most delicate, sensual side of love-making. To use such language was nasty to her and almost repulsive due to it being so grungy and depraved. Sluts and whores were the only people who talked that way and wanted such things, she reminded herself.

Glancing at the time she noticed that her alone-time was almost at an end. Picking up her book she skimmed forward a few paragraphs to the part she enjoyed reading after pleasuring herself.

While kissing her passionately, holding her body pressed firmly to his, he let his fingertips lightly caress the back of her arm. It was a small gesture, but it conveyed so much affection, care, excitement, that for her it let everything that he had just done be summed up into one light caress. The caress of his love.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned and swooned loudly as she let the book close and then fall back down to the bed. Closing her eyes, she curled into a ball and felt his overwhelming love wash over her as her eyes moistened slightly. Her fingertips lightly caressed the back of her arm. She sniffed as she opened her wet eyes slowly to watch as her fingers caressed in the same way his fingers would caress her. His caress of love.

*****

That evening, after the children were put in bed and her and her husband were preparing for bed, they talked about his day. She listened to him attentively to show how much she cared, while he rambled away about things that she really didn't care about. She walked over to the bathroom and began changing out of her clothes into her nighttime sleepwear. Undressing down to her bra and panties she looked at herself in the mirror on the door and idly studied her appearance.

Her face looked smooth with no hint of creases around her eyes, her lips still had a slight poutiness to them, and her hair flowed down around her face to bounce off of her shoulders. Her arms weren't fat nor flabby and could possibly pass as slender. Looking down at her ample cleavage and big breasts she knew there wasn't much to complain about with them. They were full, round and had no stretch marks. Looking at her tummy she did note a certain roundness to it that she would prefer not to have, but for women who have had children she knew it was difficult to completely get rid of it and get back their flat stomach. Glancing at her hips she noted more roundness and sighed because she felt like her hips were disproportionately large. Turning to see her butt, she sighed again at the perceived largeness of her backside.

Her husband had stopped talking and she could hear him changing clothes and getting ready for bed as well. "Am I getting fat to you?" She asked without looking at him.

Stepping a little closer to her he said, "Well, you're not as thin as you were when we met, but I don't think you're fat, no."

"Really? That's not very nice. So, you do think I'm fat." She said exasperatedly.

"No! I said, I don't think you're fat. You just have a little baby fat leftover from the kids, y'know?"

Grimacing in disgust she said, "So, I have fat, which means I am fat."

"Why do you have to ask me such questions? There is no right answer that I can give you."

Rolling her eyes, "Oh, there's a right answer, you just don't know how to talk to women."

Walking up behind her he said in a sweet tone, "You're right. I don't know how to talk to women. I only know how to talk to you." He kissed the back of her neck as he wrapped his arms and hands around her waist.

Looking at him in the mirror she replied, "Mmmhmmm. Yeah, try to kiss up to me now."