Dreamscape

A gay story: Dreamscape I awoke on a warm June day with a thin layer of perspiration sticking to my body. The fog in my head had yet to clear and the images from my dream were still sharp and the colors vivid. As I lay in bed, I felt an uneasiness that accompanied these recollections that gave me pause and added to my reluctance to move from my pillow. To be clear, I am not usually prone to vivid dreams, and rarely do I experience recurring dreams, or dreams with similar settings, but last night’s dream was different in both respects. It was the third in the space of two weeks that involved the same people in the same place going about a similar scenario of events. Reluctantly, I willed my body to move and stretched my limbs before heading to the shower, having breakfast, and enjoying my first coffee of the morning. Let the day begin.

As I went through the motions of a busy day, my mind wandered back to last night’s dream. I searched my recollections for clues to the meaning and the possible reasons behind the repetition. Certain parts remained hidden behind lapses in the narrative, breaks in continuity, or activities off-stage in a theater where sounds are meant to tell the story to the audience. The setting at the outset was always the same; a large living room with a large crystal chandelier suspended in the center of the ceiling, large French doors separating it from an adjacent smaller space complete with another sparkling chandelier, and another set of French doors leading to a wide corridor lighted by two glistening chandeliers. The look was reminiscent of a Parisian-looking apartment from the late 19th or early 20th century, softly lit and elegantly furnished but not cluttered, with nice paintings with vibrant colors on the walls, and a view over the rooftops that revealed glimmering light coming from nearby windows. Occasionally, the sound of horse hooves on the pavement below, mingled with the sounds of the city pierced the night and came through the windows.

The cast was comprised of about ten people, a mix of men and women, nicely dressed, some smoking, and each of them holding a champagne glass while chatting and laughing, completely at ease with each other. Before long the room grows quiet while a young lady emerges from the shadows of the smaller room and as the group parts, walks directly toward the center of the large room. She is stunning in her beauty and exotic in her movements, like a jungle cat on the prowl, with firm muscles covered by taut bronze skin. She is wearing a sheer gown that trails behind her as she walks, and the soft light exposes her firm breasts and smooth skin under the fabric. Her sparkling eyes and radiant smile show that she is completely at ease with her nakedness on full display. The men greet her with adoring eyes and the women smile sweetly while trying to disguise the longing that they feel for her as well. A servant approaches with a tray holding a single champagne glass, stopping at her side. The lady reaches out, gently takes the delicate glass in her hand, and the servant disappears into the small crowd. The assembled group begins to murmur as the woman looks about, turns, and walks back into the shadows.

The dream has ended at this point three times, always leaving me to wonder about the central character, what she was looking for, and why she disappeared into the darkness while the remaining characters seemed to continue their conversations unaffected by her departure.

The next encounter with the lady from the shadows came about four nights later. The hectic work week was followed by a somewhat boring weekend, mostly chores that I have put off and an impromptu dinner and drinks with friends on Saturday, and a quiet Sunday. My thoughts drifted to the Parisian-style rooms and the lady with her gathering as I got ready for bed. Aside from the curiosity about the dream itself, I also wondered about the setting and its significance. Knowing that no answers to these questions would be forthcoming, eventually, I set my alarm for the morning and shut off the light.

The usual people chatted amicably while the sound of a carriage could be heard from outside. A new figure, a young woman, entered the room from the corridor accompanied by a dark, hard-looking man with a military bearing. He was nicely dressed and well groomed, she wore a light dress and had a black choker around her throat, long neatly combed hair, and simple makeup. They walked into the main room but did not linger with the others, moving into the smaller room from which the lady from the shadows usually entered. Once inside the room, the pair stopped next to a chaise lounge and the eyes of the other people stared at them intently. Without hesitation, the man slowly unbuttoned the dress from the back and helped it fall from her shoulders revealing a lovely pale body without undergarments. The woman turned around to face the gentleman and it was at this point that it became obvious that the woman was really a young man with a smooth, hairless body and very gentle features. She kissed the gentleman on the lips and let him guide her to recline on the chaise while a servant entered with two champagne glasses on a tray. The man took both and offered one to the woman who accepted with a smile, and after touching glasses with a slight clink, each drank the contents slowly with eyes locked on each other.

Several of the assembled group walked into the room to observe the activity but only one woman chose to interact with the woman on the chaise. She bent down to kiss the reclining woman on the lips and then knelt next to the chaise to kiss her nipples. The young woman moved erotically as the sensations of the kisses tingled through her body. The men in the group were becoming aroused by the spectacle and several rubbed the bulges in the front of their pants. The kneeling woman now shifted her position so that she could take the reclining woman’s penis into her mouth to gently caress it with her lips and tongue.

The reclining woman’s gentleman companion moved to get closer to her face and unbuttoned his pants to free his magnificent erect penis. He moved closer to allow the reclining woman to take his cock into her mouth and permit him to rhythmically move it in and out while she held her head steady with her eyes closed. She was getting her mouth fucked and her penis sucked simultaneously while her fingers slowly massaged her nipples.

The intensity of the scene increased until the gentleman groaned and reached his climax, his semen flooding into the reclining woman’s mouth where it was hungrily swallowed. The kneeling woman brought the reclining lady to orgasm as well and she arched her back and bucked as the spasms grasped her body causing cum to drip from the woman’s mouth. The remaining guests breathed heavily and sighed in relief as the spectacle concluded.

I awoke with a start, perspiring and gasping for breath, with warm semen on my abdomen and stomach, smeared over my chest and on my hands. The dream brought me to a climax and in my sleep state I spread the semen over my body like a lotion. The bleach-like aroma was very strong and the feeling of relaxation from a major orgasm lingered as I lay on my bed in the darkness. My only thought was how I wished I could bottle this feeling to take with me everywhere during the day.

I washed up with some cool water and returned to bed hoping for another couple of hours of sleep before the alarm was due to wake me for the day ahead. Unfortunately, I could not manage to get back to sleep very quickly because my mind was too busy analyzing the dream. It was slightly different from prior versions, and more descriptive in the images and the activity. It was also the first time that this dream brought me to a climax. It was a wonderful feeling, and I relished the calming effect it had on me, almost like wonderful sex in real life.

In what seemed like minutes, my alarm woke me from a deep slumber. I had no trouble getting out of bed and I felt refreshed with a clear head. What a wonderful feeling that was only improved by a cool shower and a light breakfast. I picked out some nice clothes to reflect my mood. A light blue sports jacket, dark blue slacks, a pale blue shirt and a dark blue tie, and a light blue camisole with matching panties. I looked terrific and felt sexy. How I wished I could manage a light summer dress with sexy heels but this would not be part of the life that I know.

On the way to work my thoughts returned to last night’s dream and the difference from prior versions, including the fantastic orgasm that left me so relaxed. The calm remained with me as the day progressed and I seemed to see things in a different light. The typical and mundane were not as irritating as in prior days and I found myself intrigued by alternatives and nuance in everyday scenarios. My thinking seemed different but how long would it last?

The answer to my question came in three days when I became distracted and irritable for no apparent reason. I longed to go back to the start of the week to recapture the blissful feeling that I had when I woke from my dream Monday morning. I reflected on my days since then, trying to find a pattern that would explain the change, but I was unable to find any. Discouraged but still optimistic, I retired for the evening and thought about the events of Sunday night’s dream, the characters, the setting, and the sex, and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of the horse’s hooves was the first indication of the familiar surroundings, followed by muted conversation and laughter. The usual cast was present as was the roving servant with his ready tray of glasses. I glanced around the room and noticed the presence of the young woman from my prior dream, this time mingling with the others drinking champagne and chatting and laughing. Soon the elegant lady in the sheer gown moved from the shadows of the smaller room and walked to the center of the large salon where she was met by the waiter with his tray containing one champagne glass specifically for her. She was lovely as always, the sheer gown adding some mystery to her nakedness while allowing a clear image of her beautiful breasts and bronze body. The young woman from my prior dream walked over to the lady as if in a trance and stopped directly in front of her. The lady smiled and the young woman slowly fell to her knees, looked up to stare into the lady’s eyes, and kissed the gown over her crotch like the kiss that would be given when meeting a close friend. The lady took the young woman’s hand prompting her to rise, and she gave her a long kiss on the lips, like a lover’s greeting.

I watched this unfold from a distance and hovering above the crowd. Unlike the other guests, I was not part of the activity but merely a spectator recording the performance in my memory. Involuntarily, I drifted into the smaller room preceding the two women and several others who silently followed behind. The lady made herself comfortable on the chaise lounge while the young woman took a kneeling position alongside her and proceeded to undo the ties on the lady’s gown exposing her breasts. She gave each nipple a gentle kiss and nibble before moving to her stomach and abdomen. The lady slowly moved her arms from the sleeves of the gown and the young woman spread open the front allowing the smooth, beautiful penis to come into view, which she then lovingly kissed. The assembled group sighed in unison as the young woman took the penis into her mouth and gently moved up and down along the now erect shaft. The lady had closed her eyes and was relishing the expert talents of the young woman who was performing fellatio on her rock-hard cock.

After several minutes, the young woman took the lady’s penis from her mouth and stood up. A gentleman came from behind and undid the buttons on her dress and helped her step out of it, stark naked. The lady smiled and the young woman climbed onto the chaise, straddling the lady’s erect penis before leaning over to kiss her lips, slipping her tongue into her mouth in the process. Slowly she allowed her body to descend onto the stiff cock and moaned in delight as it entered her anus. The lady moaned as well as the sensations took over her body and together they moved in a rhythm permitting absolute pleasure to both. The young woman moved up and down, eventually speeding up to a crescendo that brought her to an orgasm accompanied by a scream matched by that of the lady that echoed in throughout the rooms.

I bolted awake in the darkness covered in my semen, breathing heavily. I was drained and exhausted, but deep inside I wanted more. Twice in one week, I had magnificent dreams that brought me to orgasm but now I wanted more and did not know how to achieve this desire. I was a slave to my dream state, and I could not dictate the terms by which it operated. With weak muscles, I rose from the bed to rinse off in a cool shower before lying down again to nap since it was only an hour before my alarm would sound. I felt relaxed and basked in the afterglow of great sex even if it only existed in my dreams.

After a proper shower and a hot coffee, I proceeded to get ready for the day. I felt especially sexy this morning, so I decided to wear black lace thong panties with black “stay-up” stockings and a black sheer camisole under my work clothes. I had gotten into the habit of wearing panties every day a long time ago but lately, I have added the camisole when I felt sexy and since I felt very erotic today, I decided to wear the stockings too. The ensemble looked very sexy when I modeled it in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing area, and I wished that I could model it for someone besides myself. With a sigh, I finished dressing and got ready to head to the office, enjoying the feeling of my pants against my buttocks and the smooth slide of the fabric against my stockings as I walked. It excited me so I knew that this would be a good day.

The days passed without any special events to cheer me, and the nights were dark and dreamless. Even visiting friends on Saturday, while pleasant, left me emotionally unsatisfied and by Sunday it became difficult to keep my irritability at bay. I longed for something different, something to get my blood flowing again, and Sunday evening found me walking around my apartment without purpose. At one point I entered my dressing room, a small spare bedroom that I converted to allow space for my regular clothes and a separate closet with drawers for my “girly” attire. Looking over the collection of dresses, skirts, blouses, and shoes, I fantasized about putting on a sexy outfit and going to a quiet bar for a drink rather than simply wearing these clothes alone in my apartment. I had considered this many times in the past but always thought better of the idea when I got to the apartment door and thoughts about discovery took control of my actions. Slowly I faced the fact that I was living a half-life, unsatisfied and unfulfilled, and wanted desperately to change it. I thought of my dreams, the young man dressed as a woman and the elegant lady unashamedly wearing a see-through gown amongst a group of people, both of whom unabashedly having sex on a small couch for all to witness. Reluctantly, I shut off the light and left the room.

The somber mood of Sunday evening stayed with me in the background most of the week. I experienced another of my dreams Thursday night, but it was short compared to the others and only had the two principal players, the lady and the young woman, meeting at the entrance to the small salon, sharing a drink and seductively kissing before going their separate ways. No relaxing afterglow or exciting orgasm accompanied it, so I awoke tired and disappointed.

I busied myself with work Friday and Saturday and got up Sunday morning determined to find some excitement to improve my situation. I went out to several art exhibits, a favorite pastime, and found inspiration in the creativity on display. How many artists suffered silently while concealing their talent for one reason or another? You can read about this anguish and in some cases see it in their work, but it never stopped those with dedication and a dream.

Returning to my apartment late Sunday afternoon, I was determined to cast aside my fear and doubt and live a few moments as I wanted, regardless of the outcome. I was tired of the secrecy and wanted a few hours of honesty. I spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening bathing and grooming myself, giving myself a manicure, styling and combing my hair straight back, and doing my makeup. I picked out a nice white silk blouse and a pair of cream-colored high-waisted linen pants and matching heels, and white lace thong panties. The clothing was definitely feminine, and I looked androgynous enough to blend into the evening crowd. I walked around the apartment several times getting acquainted with my new self and to be sure that I was mentally prepared for what was to come. Once I walked out of the apartment door, there was no going back, off the diving board so to speak, so I wanted certainty. I had come this far in the past but always resisted the impulse at the last moment, but this time would be different.

I picked up my bag and walked to the door and while doing so I thought about the lady in my dream, coming from the shadows and walking into the grand salon wearing a see-through gown, her lovely self on display. How would she feel if she stopped at the edge of the shadow and retreated? This is not the evening for retreat.

Walking from my building into the twilight of the evening was liberating. I smiled at people I passed on the street and inwardly at myself and I slowed my pace to take advantage of the freedom of the fabrics and the jubilation that I felt in the slow, sexy walk, not merely rushing to a destination. When I arrived at the small bistro-type restaurant that was my intended goal for the evening, I quietly entered and found a quiet table for two off to the side of the bar area. Within a few minutes, a waiter came over and greeted me politely, asking if I was planning to have dinner, and offered to bring me a drink while I decided. Quietly, I said that I would like a glass of chilled sauvignon blanc and a dinner menu which he produced quickly from the bar.

Deliberately taking my time reviewing the menu, I saw the waiter reappear from the corner of my eye and watched as he silently placed the frosty glass on a coaster on the tablecloth and retreated behind the bar. I took a small sip from the glass and relished the feeling of the cool liquid flowing down my throat and busied myself with the menu while secretly watching the other patrons for signs that I was under observation. Nothing appeared amiss so I relaxed and decided that my alter ego would be treated to a quiet dinner after all.

Sensing movement close to my left, I prepared to see the waiter asking for my order but I looked up to see a well-dressed gentleman approaching instead. He stopped at the table and politely asked if I was expecting anyone or if I was dining alone, would I like some company? Caught off guard by the question, I delayed my response which prompted the man to add, “I’m sorry. I disturbed you and should not have been so bold as to interrupt your quietude. Please forgive me,” he said as he began to turn away.

“No, please stay. I was merely surprised and since I did not expect to meet a charming gentleman this evening, I was momentarily speechless,” I replied with a smile and a small laugh.

“I have never left anyone speechless before so I take that as a compliment,” he responded with a laugh.

“Of course, you are welcome to join me, and you may leave at any time if you have a commitment elsewhere,” I said, allowing the opportunity for a graceful exit if the man became uncomfortable for obvious reasons.

“Thank you,” he said as he moved the chair and sat down across the table from me. “My name is Emil and how should I address you?”

I could feel the blush as the blood rose to my face but knew that I had to answer even though I had not prepared myself for this moment. “Sorry for the delay in answering a simple question,” I said, “You may call me Karine this evening.”

“Fair enough, ‘Karine this evening’, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

What followed was a very pleasant dinner with wide-ranging and intriguing conversation. I had become comfortable with this handsome stranger, and he appeared comfortable with me as well. As the evening ended and we waited for the check, Emil asked if perhaps we might have another dinner together in the future. I was flattered but unsure how to respond. Ultimately, I decided to be forthcoming, or at least as forthcoming as I was comfortable with at the moment. “Emil, I really enjoyed meeting you tonight and had a very nice time over dinner. I would take pleasure in seeing you again, but I do not wish to be dishonest,” I said.

“I am happy that you share my opinion of our meeting and dinner but I do not understand your statement about dishonesty. How were you dishonest? We just met,” he replied.

“Well, and this is difficult for me so please excuse my faltering words, but I may not really be what you expect,” I responded, feeling my face burning with embarrassment, “although I am not sure what you expected. I feel foolish now having said that and I am sorry.”

Emil smiled and then said, “You are not dishonest and should not feel foolish. You may shade the truth a little or, perhaps, offer the real truth only to those who wish to see it. I have not been deceived and chose to spend the evening having dinner with a lovely and charming person. I am not disappointed and would gladly do it all over again.”

“You are even more of a gentleman than I imagined,” I replied. “Thank you.”

We settled the bill and walked outside, stopping on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant where Emil said, “May I call you this week?”

Hesitatingly, I reached into my bag and took out a card that had my name and phone number printed on it. I studied it for a moment before handing it to Emil since it was my real name and I was not sure if this was the right thing to do but, in the end, I wanted to be honest with him with this being the first step. He looked at the card and without hesitation continued, “Thank you, Karine, I will speak to you this week, and again thank you for the wonderful evening.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek before whispering, “Good night.”

When I went to sleep that night, I felt good about myself and happy that the evening turned out as well as it did. The turn of events was unexpected but certainly a pleasant surprise. I drifted off to sleep in a positive state of mind.

The sound of hooves echoed against the buildings outside the window and the murmur of voices inside echoed off the walls and ceiling of the grand salon. From the shadows of the small salon, the lady entered wearing the same see-through gown as always and walked to the center of the room to join the conversation. A servant entered from the corridor with a tray holding a single champagne glass and walked up to the lady who nonchalantly reached out to take the glass without looking. The young woman also entered from the corridor and walked up to the lady, this time taking the glass from her hand and drinking from it before handing it back. The lady finished the liquid and placed the empty glass on the tray before turning to the young woman and passionately kissing her on the lips. Arm in arm they walked back into the shadows to the chaise lounge where they stopped and slowly undressed each other.

Morning brought anxiety among other feelings since I did something that I never imagined myself capable of. I adopted a feminine persona and went to dinner without shying away from who I was inside. I met a man and while not saying that I was also a man in so many words, I did not deny the fact either. I gave him my real name and phone number, knowing that our next meeting if there was a next meeting, would bring with it full transparency. I could not hope to hide behind makeup, female clothing, and dim lighting. How far would I take this and is this what I wanted all along? To be placed in a position where I was forced to admit who I was and what I was.

When my phone buzzed Tuesday night, I noticed that the call came from an unfamiliar number. Usually, I would let these types of calls go to voicemail, but something prompted me to answer it myself. After saying hello, I heard a familiar voice respond, “Good evening, Karine. It is nice to hear your voice again,” said Emil. “I hope that I have not disturbed you but if you are busy I will call again at a more appropriate time.”

“Good evening, Emil, it is nice to hear from you. It is a quiet evening for me so your call is well timed,” I replied.

We chatted for a couple of minutes before Emil revealed the true nature of the call. “Karine, I am hosting a small gathering of friends on Saturday night, and I was wondering if you would be able to join us. I realize that we just met and that this might be too forward on my part, but I would enjoy the pleasure of your company if you were free. It is an eclectic mix of people and I believe that you would find it an interesting albeit, unique evening.”

“You have certainly piqued my interest but I am not sure that I am ready to mix socially with strangers if you know what I mean,” I replied. “I appreciate hearing from you and would enjoy seeing you again but I am a bit nervous.”

“My dear, please do not be nervous,” he said, “I would not place you in a position that would cause you embarrassment and feel that you would be more than comfortable with the other guests. These are special people, many free spirits so to speak, and they are very welcoming to like-minded souls. Please tell me you’ll come.”

I hesitated before responding, giving myself time to think of excuses, but before I could make up a story Emil interrupted, “Karine, I will send my driver for you, and I am certain that you will find a lovely dress in your wardrobe so shopping for new clothes will not be necessary.”

I laughed since he had taken two of my immediate concerns off the table; transportation and whether ‘Karine’ was destined to make an entrance, a coming-out event. “Emil, you are very persuasive and very kind, how could I ever refuse you? It would be my pleasure to attend your soiree and I will do my best to fit in.”

“Excellent, you have made me very happy, and you will not be disappointed, I assure you. I will have my car pick you up at 9:00 pm. Until then, dear Karine, have a pleasant evening and I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Good night, Emil, and thank you…for everything,” I replied.

Sitting quietly and looking out from my apartment terrace, I wondered about Emil’s invitation. He is a nice man, intelligent and refined, well-traveled and interesting, almost too perfect. He brought out my inner self with a level of comfort that I never imagined. It was as if the universe was sending a message and now I had the make a choice to either go with my gut feeling to embrace the unknown or follow my instinct to maintain a secret, far from satisfying life. Had Karine not ventured out to dinner last Sunday evening, I never would have met Emil and I would not be facing these decisions. I would not be feeling the butterflies in my stomach and be smiling to myself as I imagined the possibilities for Saturday night.

Disregarding Emil’s suggestion, I decided that a new dress was in order and I spent some time shopping Thursday afternoon to find the perfect summer outfit. A pale yellow, low-cut, ankle-length cotton dress that accentuated my butt and flattered my waist and lack of a bust, lovely white heels, and a white satin choker. I was undecided about a wig but felt that I had a little time for that decision since my hair was somewhat long and looked good combed straight back, and I had a couple of nice wigs in my collection already.

When Saturday arrived, I spent time with my usual chores in the morning but dedicated the afternoon to preparations for the evening. I was excited but nervous and fussed with my nails and makeup after a long, hot bath. As the 9 o’clock hour approached I knew that my fate was sealed and what will be will be. It is in the hands of fate and Emil, and I hoped that my gut feeling was correct and that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

It was twilight when I walked out of the lobby of my apartment building, making my way to the waiting car. A handsome driver held the rear door of the black sedan open for me and smiled as I seated myself. “Good evening, Miss Karine. I am Carl and I will be your driver for the evening. I have been instructed to remain ready to return you home whenever you wish to leave. Ask any of the waiters to contact me and I will be at the front door within minutes.”

“Good evening, Carl. Thank you for the information and I will let you know when I am ready to leave,” I replied as I settled into the comfort of the fine car.

It took about 30 minutes to reach Emil’s home, located in an upscale neighborhood comprised of older, English-style estates with lovely gardens and manicured lawns. Emil’s home mirrored the class and refinement of Emil himself and I was impressed although hiding this fact from Carl.

The car stopped in the driveway in front of the main entrance and Carl held the door open for me as I got out. I took a deep breath and smoothed my dress as I walked to the door which was opened by a young woman in a white jacket and tailored black slacks. “Good evening, Miss Karine,” she said as I walked into the entry foyer.

“Good evening,” I replied while taking in the refined old-world elegance of the entrance to the home.

“Karine, you look absolutely stunning,” said Emil as he came into the room to meet me. Kissing me on each cheek he whispered, “I am so glad that you decided to join us tonight, I have been looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Thank you, Emil, it is wonderful to see you again as well,” I replied with a smile and tone that indicated the genuine happiness that I was feeling now.

“Please, come into the salon and have a glass of champagne to celebrate the evening,” said Emil, “I will make introductions along the way.”

We walked down a wide corridor to a large room with several floor-to-ceiling French doors that faced a rear terrace and garden. There was a fireplace at either end of the room, complete with marble mantels, and an ornate Murano glass chandelier suspended in the center. Two sofas and several chairs were set in a comfortable arrangement that included antique furniture and a lovely carpet that covered most of the highly polished, herringbone pattern oak flooring. Framed artwork adorned the walls and subtle lighting enhanced the mood of the room. The room was tastefully decorated without being garish, but also vaguely familiar.

A waiter entered the room with a tray holding two glasses of champagne and stopped by my side. I took one glass and Emil took the other before continuing with introductions and conversation with other guests. As I glanced around the room I took greater notice of the people and the clothes they wore. Many of the men were effeminate and had subtle makeup while wearing male clothing. The women, if they were real women, wore erotic outfits that showed a lot of flesh and almost advertised that they were unabashedly interested in sex. I did not feel uncomfortable in this situation since I did not stand out and was obviously far from a seductress. Emil was correct in his assessment that this was an eclectic mix of free-spirited people that I would find interesting and unique.

As the evening wore on, I found it easy to mingle and chat easily with the other guests. There was a lot of flirting and some people simply disappeared into other areas of the house. Slightly after midnight, the room got quiet and I saw a lovely woman enter the room and slowly walk toward the center where she was met by a waiter with a single glass of champagne on a tray. I was mesmerized and could not take my eyes off her. She wore a sheer, almost transparent, flowing peach-colored gown that did nothing to conceal her nakedness beneath the fabric. As she took the glass from the tray, she looked directly at me and our eyes locked. Without further acknowledgment, she slowly walked over and stopped directly in front of me, asking, “Do you like what you see?”

I may have been in a trance but still managed to reply, “Yes, very much.”

“Good. Emil said that we would share a mutual attraction and I am pleased that he is correct. You are very lovely, and I sense there is a fire burning inside you right about now just like the fire burning inside me. I am Sasha, Emil’s ‘sister’,” she said. She moved closer to me, and I felt her warm breath on my neck and her breasts against my chest. “Don’t be bashful, Karine, you know what you want to do, and I welcome it.”

I do not understand what possessed me but without hesitation, I placed my glass on a nearby table, gently gathered my dress, lifted it past my knees, and knelt on the carpet in front of Sasha. I looked up at her smiling face, into her eyes, and leaning forward, kissed the naked bulge of the penis in her gown. “That’s a good girl,” she said in a smokey voice. People around us watched with interest but more out of a desire to be in my place than discomfort at what they were witnessing.

Sasha held out her hand to me and taking it, I stood up. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, “Come with me, my sweet.” I followed her into the adjoining room, the petite salon, and watched as she slowly removed her gown and stood naked before me. “You said that you liked what you saw earlier. Do you still feel that way?’ she said.

“Yes, now more than ever,” I replied as my heart raced in my chest.

Reclining on the chaise lounge she smiled and continued, “Show me how much.”

I kicked off my heels and reached behind me to unzip my dress. Slowly I took the straps from my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. Sasha moaned quietly and said, “That’s my beautiful girl.”

I slipped out of my thong and stood naked in front of Sasha who seductively fingered her nipples, causing an erection which she then stroked delicately. “Come to me, my dear. Show me how much you want me,” she whispered. I started moving toward her but was stopped by Emil walking into the room.

“I see that you have met Sasha,” he said with a sly grin. “I trust that all is well and that you forgive me for the deception that brought you here. I knew that you two would get along and wanted to make the introduction on friendly territory to see where it takes you.”

“Yes, I think that I can forgive you and believe that we will get along fine,” I said as I crawled onto the chaise and straddled Sasha.

“Not so fast my dear. You must properly thank Emil for his hard work, or I will be insulted, and you would not want to insult me after we just met, would you?” Sasha responded.

“Of course not, how rude of me,” I said looking at Emil who was ahead of me, unzipping his pants as I spoke. He withdrew a large erect cock that caused me to gasp.

“Emil is well endowed,” said Sasha with a laugh, “but gentle when he wants to be.”

I looked into his eyes, dismounted the chaise and Sasha, and kneeling in front of Emil, leaned forward to accept his stiff dick into my mouth. Cautiously, I moved on his shaft, taking it deeper with each downward motion until I finally managed to have its entire length down my throat blocking the passage of air. I increased the tempo to match his breathing and before long felt the large cock start to pulse, shooting streams of hot semen into my mouth, down my throat, and some of it leaking out of my nose. Emil and Sasha thought this funny and clearly, they have seen the reaction before. “Welcome to baptism by Emil,” said Sasha with a hearty laugh. “I should have warned you but I find the shock of the eruption of his semen on the unsuspecting, amusing to watch.”

“Thank you, I will try to remember that,” I replied, laughing along while swallowing.

“Now, bitch, finish what you started,” commanded Sasha.

I looked at her and saw the intensity in her eyes. I straddled her thighs and leaned down to kiss her lips, spitting some of the remnants of Emil’s cum into her mouth. “Hmm, you are a dirty little bitch aren’t you?” she said.

Smiling, I reached down and guided her stiff dick to the entrance of my anus and let the head slip in before pulling it out. I repeated the process several times, watching the look on her face each time that her cock was denied what she wanted. She was getting hot and frustrated so I let the next thrust go deeper before withdrawing it. “I know what you want slut,” I said with a raspy voice, “and you might not get it…unless you ask nicely.”

Sasha looked at me with pleading eyes, “I will fuck you. I will feel my cock in your ass and I will fill your bowels with my cum.”

“Perhaps, but first you beg!” I responded.

“You miserable bitch, I will fuck you senseless in a minute,” she replied.

“Beg!” I repeated while letting her cock slip out of my ass to make a point.

“Karine, please let me cum. Please,” she said with a tone of desperation.

I sat back on her dick and established a rhythm allowing it to go in and out, deeper each time. Sasha grabbed my neck and thrust hard as she came and I felt the orgasm tighten across my stomach as streams of my hot semen shot up to her breasts. I kissed her deeply and held her close as the spasms of our lovemaking racked our bodies.

We lay together for a while before trying to get up and only then did we notice the audience that had gathered around for the show. Several had watched intently while others added to the spectacle by engaging in various sex acts as well. Emil was right, it is an interesting group.

“Come to my room and shower with me,” said Sasha and I readily agreed. I picked up my dress while Sasha took her gown and together we walked naked to her room on the second floor.

After a shower and a wonderful blowjob from Sasha, I dried off and made myself presentable. Sasha slipped into a fresh gown and as the first rays of sunshine colored the sky, we entered the salon where we were greeted by a waiter with fresh Mimosas. Sasha took a long sip and then held her glass to me, allowing me to finish it. I took a sip from my glass and held it for her to finish. “Will I see you again, Karine, or was this a one-night stand?” said Sasha.

“If you ask nicely, I may be persuaded to make a visit,” I replied. “But will I have to swallow another gallon of Emil’s cum before you fuck me?” I asked.

“Not unless you want to but the initiation fee has been paid,” she replied with a laugh.

“Let me think about it,” I responded while reaching out for a fresh Mimosa without looking for the tray. “This evening’s invitation was for a friendly gathering hosted by your brother, and I had no idea that there was an ulterior motive. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad that we met but I am not pleased by the dishonesty.”

“I understand and, in your position, I would feel the same way. Emil is a results-driven individual and his instincts are excellent. He must have felt something that inspired him to bring us together so please don’t judge him too harshly. You belong here; I want you here,” said Sasha.

“I know,” I replied before kissing her lips.

I asked the waiter to contact Carl for the ride back to my apartment and after saying goodbye to Sasha, I walked to the entrance foyer where Emil was waiting by the door. “Thank you for joining us last night and I apologize for the subterfuge regarding the invitation,” he said. “I really wanted to see you again and I also wanted you to meet Sasha as well. If there was no connection then we would still have had a wonderful evening but now something better awaits you. Please forgive my little deception.”

I looked into his eyes, and I could see the sincerity. Leaning over, I kissed his lips and whispered, “You bastard, I will forgive you but you owe me an explanation over dinner…assuming Sasha approves.”

“With pleasure. We could meet tonight if you have time since I will be traveling on business this week and we did not see much of each other last night,” he said.

“I would like that, say 8 o’clock,” I replied. “Good night, or should I say good morning.”

“A bientot mon cherie,” said Emil with a smile as I walked out of the door.

The ride home was uneventful, and it felt good to get back to my apartment. I rinsed off in the shower, set my alarm, and crawled into bed for a long nap. I was tired and a little sore but feeling more alive than I had in quite a while. Deep, dreamless sleep came easy, and I awoke refreshed six hours later with the image of Sasha fresh in my mind. I was fascinated and intrigued by her and the immediate connection that we established. Emil was nothing short of a genius if he foresaw our compatibility but that comes later. I needed some breakfast and had work to attend to before going out so it was time to start the day.

The afternoon passed quickly and soon it was time to leave for dinner. I picked out a pair of slacks to be worn over black lace panties, a light polo shirt, and a tailored sports jacket. I did use a bit of makeup but nothing over the top since I was not very feminine in my clothing choices tonight.

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes past 8 o’clock and Emil was already seated at a small table toward the rear. The place was not crowded but had a nice feel to it all the same. Emil rose when I walked to the table and gave me a kiss on both cheeks as usual. “Good evening, my dear. Shall I still call you Karine, or would you prefer Craig?” he said.

“Let’s not confuse things with outward appearance,” I replied with a smile, “I will always be Karine in my heart.”

“And in mine,” he said. “I am happy to see you and have you to myself for a while. You look lovely by the way.”

“Thank you,” I replied. “I was going for handsome but couldn’t resist the makeup I’m afraid,” I joked.

“It’s perfect,” he said as the waiter arrived with menus.

After drinks arrived and we ordered our dinner, I settled on the subject at hand. “Emil, you know that I liked our last dinner together and enjoyed your company. I will assume that you felt the same about me. I accepted your invitation for last night’s get-together on that basis and certainly did not anticipate that it would be to spend time with someone other than you. Perhaps I am naïve but I don’t think I am that naïve to misinterpret the situation to the extent that unfolded.”

Emil appeared somewhat taken aback by my bluntness and sighed deeply before answering. “Karine, I apologize for misleading you. But please understand that I did not do it maliciously or with bad intent. I enjoy your company and I liked you as a person as soon as we started our conversation last week. Inviting you to my house was not for my benefit nor for Sasha’s truth be told, even though I am happy for her. I wanted to do something for you and if I tried to explain it, you would probably never have come.”

“So misleading me when asking me to your home was for my benefit? It doesn’t make sense. I like honesty and feel that any relationship should have a basis in trust. Why was this different, Emil?” I said sternly.

Emil had a troubled look on his face but after a few moments spoke quietly and sounded sincere when he said, “I cannot disagree with you but ask that you listen to me with an open mind and hear me out. The answers to your questions are not as simple as you would like them to be.

“I am a man who believes in fate and over the years of my life I have learned to follow my instincts and intuition. Once I began on this path, I have never gone wrong. Sometimes it took some time to see the validity of my decisions but ultimately, they proved to be correct. I do not question my gut feelings and have resigned myself to accepting the consequences of my choices since I believe that ultimately they will be the right decisions for the moment.

“Over the past couple of months, I have driven on this street quite a few times but it was not until last Sunday that I noticed this restaurant. I was in the mood for a light supper so I stopped and it was then that I saw you sitting quietly, alone and unsure, at a discrete table for two. I went to the bar and ordered a drink but could not get you out of my mind. You appeared nervous, waiting for something to happen but not knowing what that might be. You were dressed very nicely and beautiful in my eyes but troubled. You were not comfortable with the surroundings or with yourself.

“I grew up with Sasha and I was quite familiar with what she went through as a child and in her teenage years, finally discovering and accepting herself after college and now she is the person that you met yesterday. She is happy, self-assured, and loving. I recognized certain similarities between your look last week and her look around ten years ago. It was a difficult journey for her and I felt that I should do something to ease what I believed you were going through.

“When I asked to join you and you willingly accepted my company, I knew I was right. There was chemistry between us, and it was not a casual meeting-type chemistry, and I think that you will acknowledge that. In my heart, I felt that you would benefit from meeting Sasha and that she could help guide you through the maze of decisions and provide needed support as and when situations arise that require it. I was there for her but I could sense that you do not have an older sibling to support you so I decided to enter your life and brought Sasha with me. This is for you and if you follow your instinct and intuition, you will not be disappointed in the outcome.”

What Emil said was a lot to absorb but, in my heart, I knew he was right. I had no one to help me in difficult times and when I took the step to follow my instinct to go to dinner as Karine and my intuition to attend his gathering, I felt they were the right decisions and I was at ease, even while having sex with Sasha.

“Emil, I believe that fate brought us together and I do not regret the choices that I made,” I said. “I was surprised when I was introduced to Sasha and by the way the evening developed but in hindsight, I am happy that you did what you did even though I do not fully understand what drove you. You said that it was instinct and intuition, but I believe that there was more involved with our chance meeting than either you or I completely comprehend.” At this point, I went on to explain the dreams that I had been having and the similarities with his home, the gathering, and most of all, Sasha. To say that he was speechless would be an understatement.

“I agree with you and someday I hope to understand it all but that day may never come,” he said. “In the meantime, we should make the best of our circumstances and not waste what precious time we have.” At this point, our meals arrived and we decided that lighter conversation was in order so Emil asked what I thought of his sister. We chatted and laughed as he made jokes about Sasha’s inclination to wear transparent gowns to parties and formal dinners. I told him that I found it erotic and admired her boldness and he only grimaced.

At the end of the evening, Emil paid the check and I thanked him for being a gentleman. As we walked outside, I asked if he would like to come up to my place for a quick nightcap and he agreed without hesitation. I took his arm and led the way while secretly hoping that he would not be in a hurry to leave. He confessed that he was jealous of Sasha after watching us on the chaise lounge the prior evening and I simply laughed and called him a pervert for watching.

When we got inside, I turned to look at Emil and held the sides of his head as I kissed him deeply allowing my tongue to probe his mouth. He returned the kiss and embraced me with unsuspected strength. My legs became weak as I felt the desire build in my loins and the stiffness of his erection against my slacks.

“Oh, God, Emil, you’re driving me wild,” I gasped.

“I want you terribly and don’t know how long I can hold back,” he replied. “Please don’t make me beg.”

“No begging necessary, just get out of those clothes,” I cried.

We both undressed as quickly as we could and Emil threw me onto my bed. As I looked at him I realized how big his erection was and I shuddered. “Please be gentle with me, I have never had a cock like yours inside me.”

“I will go easy but once you are opened up, you will beg for more,” he responded. “Hands and knees my dear.”

I was quite nervous as I applied lube to his cock and my ass and then felt the head of his dick press against my anus as I assumed the position. I knew what was coming and I only hoped I could satisfy him.

Slowly, he pressed ahead a little at a time until the entire head was inside me and then he stopped to allow my body to adjust to the intrusion. I kept my breath steady and deep as I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure that would inevitably accompany the pain. He pushed a little farther inside and I moaned and grabbed the sheets with my fists. Bit by bit he slid into me until I felt his abdomen against my buttocks and then he stopped to let me enjoy the experience. I was gasping and biting my lip, clenching the sheets until my knuckles were white, and then he started the in-and-out rhythm that would drive me crazy. His breathing became more frenzied as he went on and before long I was asking him to push deeper and harder before I had the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. He drove his cock home and cried out as I felt my insides fill with his hot semen and drip from my ass onto the sheets. We remained coupled as he unloaded into me and I shook with the aftershocks of orgasm.

He waited for his erection to subside before removing his cock from my ass and this made withdrawal easier to handle. We lay side by side and I was sore but satisfied, and by the look on Emil’s face, I could see that he was satisfied as well. “Karine, you are amazing,” he said. “Sasha was right, you are special.”

“Sasha told you how it felt to fuck me?” I responded loudly. “That’s the last straw.”

“She meant as a person,” he replied with a laugh.

“She’s really going to beg next time,” I said, laughing as well.

“Don’t be too hard on her, she really does like you after all,” he said.

“Oh, how fucking sweet!” I cried before leaning over to kiss his lips. “You know that I cannot be shared between you two just to be clear.”

“I know,” he said. “If you are happy with each other and see a relationship building, then I will be an older brother, no more. Should it not work out, I hope that you will not forget about me as we could have something quite special.”

“One step at a time, Emil,” I said. “You will have to tell Sasha about tonight as I will not keep a secret so early in a relationship.”

“I already told her that I wanted you and she said that she would allow it this one time since I was responsible for bringing you together,” he replied. “She then said that she would cut my balls off if I tried to fuck you again after tonight and when I saw that certain look in her eyes, I knew she meant business.”

“Good,” I said before kissing him again. “You are a good man, Emil, and I look forward to getting to know you better. Thank you for everything.”

I got up from my bed and hobbled into the bathroom feeling like someone shoved a fencepost in my ass and leaking cum down both legs. “Damn it, Emil, I’m glad we won’t have to do this again…or maybe not entirely glad.”

“Hello,” came the voice of the person answering the phone.

“Sasha?” I asked.

“Yes, Karine, it is nice to hear from you,” she replied. “I hoped that you would call after the weekend and after seeing Emil. Are we okay?”

“Very much so in my opinion,” I said quietly. “May I see you this week?”

“Of course, my love, anytime that you want,” she responded.

“Okay, I will come by this evening. I can’t wait to see you,” I said.

“Likewise, and bring a change of clothes as it may be a long night,” she replied with a laugh.

“I hope so,” I said as I disconnected the call.