What's Your Fantasy?

The floor was crowded. It usually was when they played a slow song. Missy and I had worked up quite a sweat dancing together most of the evening. It was usually just her and I, you always had to coax the guys out of their chairs.

I told Mike that he had to dance with Missy when they played her favorite song, because her Matt wasn’t much of a dancer. I’m surprised he even danced with her at their wedding. I could usually get Matt to dance with me because I tease him a lot and I think he likes it.

As Mike and Missy disappeared into the crowd, I grabbed Matt by the hand and dragged him up to dance. I put both of my arms around his neck and pulled him in close, forcing him to place his hands on my sides just above my hips. Before long he reached around so that his hands were on my back, and we were virtually bear hugging each other while shuffling our feet.

“Sorry I’m so sweaty, I must really smell bad,” I whispered in his ear.

“No, you smell great to me,” he said.

I wore my long black dress with the spaghetti straps tonight just because I knew Matt liked it. I’ve worn it before and noticed how he spent an awful lot of time staring at my cleavage. I am very lucky to manage the braless look just fine. I’m not trying to brag, but you know gravity is not my enemy yet. Tonight, I was prepared to go one step further, I turned my head toward his ear and very quietly said, “I’m not wearing anything under my dress.”

Matt cleared his throat and muttered, “I’m not blind, I know you don’t have a bra on.”

“If you move your hand a little lower, you won’t feel any panty lines either,” I said, handing him an open invitation to cop a feel.

As if he were following instructions, he did just that, however, he kept searching until his long fingers grabbed my whole ass cheek and pulled me into him.

“You’re a tease,” he said, as he gave another squeeze and slid his hand up to my lower back.

“You seem to like it,” I said, as I could sense a little squirming from my partner. You didn’t need a rocket scientist to know that we had lift-off. I shifted my body so that his erection was right where I wanted it, and I pushed against him a little more.

This was a terrible time for the music to stop. I leaned my head to give Matt a kiss, as I let go, he had a God-awful look on his face. I looked down to see his massive bulge protruding from his dress pants. I spun around, put my back up against him, pulled his arms around me, and we shuffled back to the table through the crowd. Nobody was the wiser as he was able to sit unnoticed.

The band announced their last song of the evening, telling everyone to drive careful.

“I can’t believe the night’s over already,” Mike yelled over the very noisy crowd.

“It doesn’t have to be. Why don’t you guys come back to our place, we’ve got drinks and munchies. What do you say?” asked Missy while getting an approving nod from Matt.

I looked at Mike and he looked back at me, we both shrugged and said, “Okay.”

It was a beautiful summer night. We sat at their picnic table having a good time, drinking lots of beers and solving all of the world’s problems. It was still very warm out and my now very drunken Mike says, “Gee, it’s too bad you guys don’t have a pool.”

Missy and Matt looked at each other and in unison, with shit-eaten grins on their faces said, “Our next-door neighbor does.” And they laughed.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” I offered, “we don’t have any bathing suits.” We were all still dressed in our clothes from the dance.

All three of them turned at once, looked at me and said, “Who needs them? Let’s go skinny dipping in Mr. Smith’s pool.”

Remembering that my dress was the only thing that I had on, I even lost my shoes hours ago, and with the help of more beers than I wished to count, I stood up, ripped my dress off over my head and threw it across the yard. There I stood stark ass naked. I didn’t wait for the others as they stumbled their way fumbling, trying to take their clothes off.

I climbed over the fence that is supposed to keep us out and quietly slid into the pool. The others followed, not nearly as quiet as I was though.

The water was very refreshing after the evening in the oven baked firehall. We paired up like before. My husband Mike and Matt’s wife Missy were all kissy-faced at one end of the pool as if they hadn’t seen each other in decades. Boy, what beer will do for you, or to you.

“So Matt, where were we? Do you remember?” I asked with the sexiest drunken voice that I could muster.

“I don’t know, remind me.”

“Let me see.” I put my arms around his neck, lifted myself up and wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heals into his butt. “Something like this? Wait, no not yet, something’s different.”

I kissed him. He kissed me back. Our tongues started dancing and darting in and out of each other mouths.

“That’s it! That’s what I remember,” I squealed as I felt his erection return, and I lowered myself so that HE, was touching ME, just right.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Mike and Missy still all kissy kissy at the other end. It was like they had never moved.

I kissed Matt again, this time slower and with more passion. I rubbed my labia against his erection. If he pushed back, there just might be penetration.

“Do you want to do this? Should we do this?” I asked nervously.

“This is not a good idea; this could cause a lot of trouble. But I’ve wanted to be with you so bad. You are my fantasy girl.”

Just as I reached down with my hand, we heard, “HEY YOU, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY POOL! IN TWO SECONDS, I’M CALLING THE COPS!” and the outside lights came on, blinding us momentarily. We all giggled like school kids; we got caught.

Missy climbed out of the pool and stood in the spotlight, naked as the day she was born, with water dripping from every body part and yelled, “It’s just us, Mr. Smith, Matt and me and a couple of friends, were sorry. We’re leaving.”

“Make that go away before you get out,” I said to Matt, tapping my finger on his erection.

“Do that again and it’ll never go away,” he shot back.

I got out of the pool, proud as a peacock and waved in the direction of Mr. Smith. I noticed that he was still looking out from the door. It had probably been a while since someone who looked like me was in his pool naked, so I walked really slow.

We stood in Missy’s kitchen all dripping wet and shivering. Matt got everyone towels from the closet.

“I can’t stop shaking. Missy do you mind if I jump in your shower?” I never would have asked but with enough beers in me I am liable to do or say anything.

“Sure thing, you want company?” she asked.

“You offering?”

“Don’t temp me.” She chugged another beer, belched, and added, “But me and Mikey weren’t finished smoochin’ when we were so rudely interrupted.”

I just shook my head, looked at Mike and laughed.

Oh, the hot water felt so good. I stood there and let the steam rise all around me, my head swirled with beer and the thoughts of the evening, and how our innocent teasing almost became, well, I don’t know what. We were interrupted, and probably saved, by Mr. Smith.

The shower curtain opened and in stepped Matt.

“What are you doing? Does Missy know you came in here? You need to leave.” I almost started to cry.

“Shhh. It’s alright. Those two are still kissing like teenagers out there. They didn’t even know if I was there or not. Besides, we got interrupted again,” he said while leaning in for a kiss.

I grabbed for the body wash and dumped it all over him. “If you are going to be in here with me, you might as well get clean.” And I smeared it with my hands, not missing any part of his body. Except the bottom of his feet, I don’t do feet, ever.

“You, my fine handsome, desirable hunk of a man need to rinse off.” I handed him the handheld.

“Look what you did to me again,” he groaned, while spraying the soap off his returned erection.

“You’ve got a problem,” I said, and I hung the shower head back up. “I’d better check to make sure you rinsed all of the soap off.” And I dropped to my knees.

Just as I was about to…

“Hey, you guys better save us some hot water!” came the call from the doorway.

We both looked at each other and cried, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”