My fantasy woman works in the cubicle next to mine. Every day I can hardly wait until she gets to the office. When she's sick or on vacation, I'm so sad that she's not there for me to see, smell, and talk to.
Becka is married like I am, but she has children, ages 6 and 8. From all accounts her husband is a typical male thinking only of beer and football. Don't get me wrong, I drink beer, too, and enjoy watching the occasional football game, but how could he not see how beautiful his wife is? How could he not want to make love with her each waking moment? How could he not worship the goddess he's lucky enough to live with?
In my case, my wife has become an angry woman as the years go by. We've been married for 20 years. When we first met, the emotions and hormones were strong. But after a few years of marriage, she started being bossy and controlling, trying to tell me what to do all the time. I'm not a slacker by any means. I do my chores and keep up with all my responsibilities. So I don't understand the source of her behavior towards me.
She doesn't drink that much, maybe a glass of wine with dinner every other night or so. Maybe it's an inherited thing? I remember her father and what an angry bastard he had become in his last years. I've tried to talk with my wife about how come she's so angry lately, but she doesn't want to talk about it.
So that's why I've taken to having fantasies about the woman I work with. Each of us are not too happy about our home life and I fantasize about how it might be to have a relationship with her.
Becka is sitting in her cubicle right now. I can smell her perfume wafting over the top of the cubicle wall. I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about her beautiful face and her slightly plump body. I can hear her typing away on her computer keyboard.
As I sit here hearing and smelling her, I'm reaching into my pants and touching the tip of my penis, feeling the slick moisture starting to leak out. It always happens like this. I get hard fantasizing about her, then later go to the restroom to masturbate...
I don't know what made me go to the Concord Pavillion on that day. I knew there was a classical music concert there, but actually going to concerts was not something I ordinarilly did. Yet there I was, drawn to go on a sunny Saturday afternoon in October.
I had just been to the garden center getting a few parts for the sprinkler system. I decided to take the drive over Kirker Pass on my way back. As I saw the marquee announcing the concert, all of a sudden I pulled into the drive, surprising myself by my quick and mindless decision.
My wife was at work, as always on Saturday, and had taken a couple of late appointments and probably wouldn't be back until 8 or 9 PM. We had agreed that we would both fend for ourselves for dinner. She said she'd probably grab a bite with one of her co-workers before the commute home. So I had done all my chores and was wondering how I would spend the rest of the day.
I parked the car and grabbed a blanket out of the trunk. I always kept a blanket in the trunk along with a jacket and long pants. Here in the Bay Area, you never know what kind of weather you're going to get, so it pays to be prepared. The blanket comes in handy for those "emergency" picnics. I really hadn't been on a picnic in years, but had never bothered to take the blanket out of the trunk. On this day it seemed fortuitous to have left it in the trunk all that time.
I found a blank spot on the grass about halfway up the slope from the stage right in the middle of the lawn. Other people had started to gather, but not too many because this was a classical music concert, not nearly as popular as other kinds of music, rock for example.
I spread the blanket and plopped down on it and started looking around. As I sat gazing, a shadow came over me and I looked up to see whoever it was standing so close. I could tell it was a woman, but I couldn't see her face because the sun was right behind her. I couldn't tell if she was looking down at me until she walked around in front of me and I could see her face finally. My heart almost skipped a beat when I saw it was my beloved Becka.
"Wow," I said. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here. I didn't know you like classical music."
"I don't know what came over me. I was driving along Kirker Pass Road and saw you pull in here. So basically I followed you in, and now here I am."
"Where's your husband and children?"
"He and the kids are over at his mother's house. They're having a pool party and I just didn't want to go. I don't really like his mother so I told them I was sick and would probably just stay home."
"Won't he call home and find out you're not there?"
"I'll tell him I was too sick and didn't want to answer the phone. Either that or I felt better and decided to go to the park or something. How about you, where's your wife, working?"
"Yeah, she's working late and won't be back until 9 or so. Saturday's the big money day for her."
"Oh," Becka said, looking around.
"Why don't you sit down here on my blanket with me and enjoy the concert. There's plenty of room. Besides, I'd really enjoy your company."
"Thanks, I'd like to, if it's not too much of an imposition."
"What, are you kidding? I always enjoy talking with you. You're about the only person at work who has a brain. I really like you."
Becka sat down and we started talking about how things were going at the office, at home, and how life was going in general. We were just getting the idea that we each had dissatisfactions about our homelives when the performers came out on stage and started getting settled to begin playing.
Becka moved a little closer and whispered in my ear, "What kind of group is this?"
"It's an octet. They're about to play a romance by Mendelssohn."
"That sounds great," she whispered back, leaning in to me so close I could smell her hair and perfume.
I bounced my shoulder against hers. "Just wait. The music's beautiful."
It was a particularly good ensemble and they played wonderfully. The flowing melodies were just the right thing to take my mind off of home problems. I felt my heart happily give in to the music.
"It's so beautiful," Becka whispered to me after a few minutes. "It makes me feel so happy and free."
We both swayed as the music went on, crescendo then decrescendo. The second movement was in a minor key, a little ominous sounding. As if on cue, dark clouds started appearing in the sky. The temperature was dropping dramatically. We were both wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirts and goose bumps were noticeable on our skin.
"Jeez, let's get under the blanket," I suggested.
Becka nodded and we moved closely side by side draping the blanket over us. But the blanket wasn't wide enough to cover us like that.
"Here, you sit in front and I'll get behind you. Maybe that'll work better," I said.
I moved around behind her, spreading my legs on either side of her. She scooted back a little and pulled the sides of the blanket around in front of her, tucking them under her feet.
"That's much better," she said.
I didn't know what to do with my hands and arms. I tried several positions without touching her, but nothing was comfortable.
"Wrap you arms around my stomach," Becka offered.
I did as instructed and clasped my hands together right on top of her navel. The warmth of her skin through the cloth of her blouse, plus the knowledge that I had my arms around my fantasy woman was more than enough to wake up my penis, which started getting hard.
Becka moved back a little more. As my penis got harder and harder, it stretched towards her ample bottom, actually touching it a bit.
I wanted to move back some so she wouldn't feel my erection, not wanting to embarrass myself, either. But Becka put her hands on top of mine, holding me in place. Then she leaned back a little to rest her back against my chest.
By now, I had the biggest erection imaginable, and my penis was definitely resting against the crack of her ass. "She has to feel it now," I thought to myself. "There's no way she can't feel how big a hard-on I have."
The third movement started with a happy dancing tune. The clouds still covered the sky keeping us huddled together. I rested my chin on her shoulder.
Becka let out a small sigh and said, "This is so perfect. The music is so beautiful, and I'm so glad I saw you here."
"Me, too," I replied and pressed my hands on her stomach.
Becka pressed her hands on mine and moved back into me a little more.
"Mmmmm," she whispered.
Her breathing had become a little heavier in the last few minutes. The pressure of her leaning back into me had increased more and more. My enlarged penis was now fully against her. I knew she could feel how hard I was for her.
The pressure of her hands on mine increased as she ever so slightly started pushing them down towards her crotch. I thought she wanted me to feel her vagina through her shorts, but she took her hands off mine and pulled her shirt out of her shorts. The she grabbed my hands again and put them on the bare skin of her stomach.
"Ohhh," she whispered, nuzzling back into me.
Any doubts I might have had earlier were now gone. Becka was offering herself to me. I rubbed her stomach lightly and kissed her neck while the music continued.
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