A woman wearing a sheer blue bra is moving towards me; big nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. I instinctively try to reach for them, but I can’t move my arms. She fades away as bright sunlight fills my eyes. It slowly dawns on me that she was a dream. 

The events of the previous evening are coming back: frantically running to the bedroom like we were escaping a fucking fire, lying on my back with Fawn hopping furiously up and down on my cock, my hands trying desperately to hold on to her fast-flying tits, and then lastly, falling asleep with my arm around her after she finally ran out of energy and passed out like an exhausted kitten. 

Fully awake, I feel a stimulating sensation between my legs. Fawn is sucking my morning wood, and her pussy is hovering a few inches over my face. A good way to start the day.

“Good morning, Fawn,” I say, but there is no response. The hovering pussy slowly descends onto my face, blocking out the sun. I get the message and get right to work.

I try to wrap my arms around her, but I still can’t move them. That part was no dream; they are tied to the damn headboard. Fawn is in complete control—but I am not complaining. I just let her do her thing.

I get back to work licking, extending my tongue as far as I can. The overhead pussy moves back and forth and up and down without comment, like it’s directing me. I am circling the clit one moment and then trying to penetrate the vagina the next. I have a couple inches to breathe, and then, an instant later, I am struggling to breathe. 

We come at almost the same time, exchanging, ounce for ounce, plentiful bodily fluids.

Fawn unties my arms, kisses me five times rapidly like an automatic rifle, and says, “Good morning, Bill. Did you sleep well? Did you dream about me? Was I good? Was I wearing the blue bra?”

“Yes, yes, yes, and yes,” I reply. 

She snuggles into a spooning position with the back of her head under my chin and wraps my arm around her, placing my hand on her breast.

“You didn’t feel the need to tie my legs?” I ask.

“Of course not, silly. Why would you want to go anywhere, with a beautiful woman like me lying on top of you, servicing you at one end while giving you the opportunity to please both me and yourself at the other end?”

“Good point,” I concede.

“We can snudge like this and chat for another hour if you like, then we will have some erotic fun in the shower before going on a field trip for breakfast, which will be my treat since you are my guest.”

“You talked me into it,” I respond enthusiastically. 

“I would start by kissing the top of my head and fondling my nipple, Bill; only good things can come from it,” she explains. “When I feel something hard poking me in the back, I’ll know it’s time to get up.”

We last about 30 minutes before running for the shower.

After soaping each other up, Fawn provides a skillful handjob as I enjoy feeling her slippery upper body. 

We rinse off and turn up the temperature. 

The shower is filling with steam as the hot water from the rain shower head falls on us. Fawn places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down and then further down until my knees are on the tile floor. She stands with legs apart the width of the shower and guides my head between her legs. 

“You told me that you can’t get enough, Bill, so here’s another opportunity. Enjoy.”

I ingest copious amounts of hot water as I eat Fawn’s pussy. Looking up, I see Fawn working her big nipples. I place both hands on her soft bum and pull her tight onto my face. 

Fawn reaches down to help me with her fingers, and again she squirts as she reaches orgasm; it is immediately washed away in a torrent of water. 

I offer to dry Fawn with a clean, pink, fluffy towel. She accepts the offer, then runs joyfully through the house naked. 

“Come, Bill, tell me what you’d like me to wear. It’s for your pleasure today.”

“Simple: a light, short sundress with a deep V-neck, no stockings, no panties, no bra.”

“I can do that for you, Bill. Even though I am standing before you naked right now, it sounds like you are excited by the thought of some sneaky public flashes of my pretty pussy and tantalizing titties.” 

“That sums it up alliteratively and accurately. I am already visualizing it.”

I start to get dressed myself, but Fawn stops me.”

“Not so fast, Bill. Leave those underpants off. Should you respond as expected to my public pussy presentations, I want to know it.”

I reluctantly put on just my lightweight summer shorts. 

“You can drive, Bill. I will direct you; there is a great little breakfast and lunch restaurant not far from here.”

We arrive at the restaurant and park the car. The drive was uneventful except for a brief moment when Fawn, giggling, reached over to fondle me through my shorts to see if she could make it awkward for me to exit the car. We enter the restaurant, and, seeing a sign that invites us to seat ourselves, we take a seat at a corner table. 

With a mischievous look in her eye, Fawn suddenly hops up and moves the ‘Please Seat Yourself’ sign, placing it in front of the washrooms. She then looks at it, turns it around to read ‘Please Wait for the Hostess to Seat You’ and returns to our table.

Our waitress arrives, sporting a light yellow blouse struggling to contain veritable D-cup boobs and a mile of cleavage. One of the buttons appears to be on the verge of popping off and taking out my eye.

“Good morning, I’m Julie. Welcome to ‘The Chicken or the Egg.’ Would you like the breakfast menu or the lunch menu?”

“The lunch menu, please,” Fawn responds, while I simultaneously request the breakfast menu.

“I’ll leave them both for you and be back in a couple minutes to take your order,” says the veritably voluptuous vixen as she walks away.

“I noticed where your eyes were focused, Bill. Should I be worried?” Fawn asks.

“Not at all,” I reassure her. “I am totally intoxicated by your subdued beauty, hypnotic eyes, incandescent smile, and charmingly impulsive personality.”

The smile and big eyes that captivated me yesterday in the café reappear as Fawn blushes and her right hand moves to cover her heart.

“Oooh, Bill, that’s lovely...and I know there’s more you love, but you better stop there and keep it family-friendly.”

Julie, the buxom waitress returns to take our order. I motion with my hand to defer to Fawn to order first. She orders a chicken sandwich with salad and coffee.

Julie looks at me next, her pencil and pad ready to take my order, her ample cleavage smiling at me. 

“And you, sir. Have you decided what you would like?”

That middle button popping off comes to mind, but I suppress that thought as being wildly inappropriate and begin to describe my breakfast order.

I feel Fawn’s bare foot press between my legs under the table as I detail my order. With no underwear and just thin summer shorts, it is a lot more than mildly stimulating. I try in vain to ignore both Julie’s boobs and Fawn’s foot. It doesn’t work; I end up with a fierce boner in my shorts, which Fawn’s foot continues to tease. I somehow manage to complete my order. 

“Those...were nice ones, Bill. I can’t blame you for admiring the view. I was myself, and I am also a wee bit jealous.”

“Thank you, Fawn. Just flash me a tit briefly, and I will be myself again,” I say, half joking.

Fawn discreetly pushes the V-neck of the sundress aside, briefly revealing a small breast with a big beautiful nipple; it is there and then it is gone, like the shutter of a camera opening and closing. 

“Is that better, Bill, or do you feel the need to drop something on the floor?”

Recalling the nice up-skirt view Fawn provided yesterday under the table at the café, I respond without speaking by letting my napkin fall to the floor and bending down to retrieve it.

Armed against busty waitresses with fresh images of Fawn’s breast and pussy, we continue our conversation.

“Fawn, about Julie and her charming assets, you said that you were also admiring the view. Do you, by chance, indulge your desires on that side of the fence as well?”

“Yes, Bill, on occasion, I do. Why? Do you harbour a sub rosa desire to watch such activity?”

“Excuse me, a sub what?” I ask, puzzled.

“Sub rosa, Bill, it’s Latin for ‘under the rose,’ meaning hidden or secret.”

“Ah, yeah, in that case, yes, I do.”

Would you like to watch me with another woman sometime or even participate, maybe? I could perhaps arrange something.”

“In one word, absolutely fucking yes.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, Bill. Let me work on that for next weekend.”

“Great, next weekend then,” I say, and then, sitting there thinking about Fawn and her flowery vocabulary, I ask, “By the way, Fawn, what is it that you do for a living Monday to Friday? We’ve never talked about that.”

“I am a teacher, Bill, a science teacher. What do you do?”

I was going to follow up with more questions about her teaching position, but she turned the focus on me, so I go along with that. 

“I am a software developer, Fawn, an independent contractor.”

“I hope the food arrives soon; I’m starving,” Fawn says, abruptly ending the talk of day jobs.

“Excuse me, Fawn, I need to use the washroom before breakfast arrives. Back in a minute.”

I enter the men’s room thinking about our exchange of professions. I got the distinct impression that she didn’t want to dwell on the career topic, and it piqued my curiosity. 

I retrieve Fawn’s profile photo from the dating site and do a ‘TinEye’ reverse image search on my phone. And there she is, same face, same hair, same smile. 

My jaw drops open as I read the description under her photo: 

Mary Fawn Venomworth, PhD, Chair Professor of Experimental Physics. Research interests: Search for new particles beyond the Standard Model, Dark matter detection and characterization, Sterile neutrinos, Investigation of rare particle decays

Holy...Fuck on a Fork! Science teacher, eh? I was thinking elementary school or junior high or something. 

I return to our table, having decided not to mention my discovery, thinking maybe I’ll ask for another pretty pussy presentation; that’s one of my research interests. 

“Our meals arrived, Bill, and in case you were wondering which came first, the chicken and the eggs arrived at the same time. You also missed a chance to enjoy the pretty view, but don’t worry, I enjoyed it enough for both of us.

“Well, I’ll get another good chance when the bill arrives.”

“Not as good as you think, Bill. Remember, I said this was going to be my treat.” 

Leaving the restaurant, the sky is blue, and the sun is warm. We decide to spend the afternoon in nearby Fairy-Dale Park, which extends along a river and hiking trail.

On entering the park, Fawn grabs my hand and runs as if in a panic towards a scenic outlook by the river.

“Come quick, Bill. I will pose for some photos for you by the river.”

Does she think the river is not going to be there much longer, I wonder, as I run to keep up with her?

I take a dozen or more photos while Fawn strikes many beautiful poses, all smiling at me with soul-piercing eye contact.

“And lastly, some special poses for your eyes only.” With a quick glance around for onlookers, she pulls both sides of the V-neck of her dress aside, revealing both breasts with her big dark nipples pointing at me. She flashes a seductive look as I snap a few images.

“Just one more, Bill,” Fawn says, as she stands with legs wide apart and lifts the hem of her dress for a full pussy photo in bright sunlight. She looks straight at me with a wide-eyed, open-mouthed, shocked look as she holds the dress high. I feel a sudden desire to spend the next hour with my face between her legs. 

I snap about four images, and we conclude the photo set by taking a couple mutual selfies with the river in the background.

Seated on a bench beside the trail, we watch joggers and hikers go by. I put my arm around Fawn’s shoulder and start kissing her softly on the cheek. My hand teases her beautiful brunette hair. She turns towards me, and our mouths meet. We make out like teenagers in heat. 

Fawn takes my right hand and guides it under her sundress and onto her pussy.

“Massage me gently, Bill, and watch for anyone coming along the trail. I just want to listen to the birds singing.” She rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes.

Almost twenty minutes of relaxation and peaceful pussy massage pass before I see someone on the trail.

A tall, fit-looking man with dark hair wearing earbuds is walking alone towards us. I pull my hand out of Fawn’s dress and tell her that someone will be passing by soon.

Suddenly, Fawn makes a sharp intake of breath and buries her face in my chest with her hand covering the side of her face. I can feel her trembling. I wrap my arm around her and hold her tightly. We remain silent as the man on the trail walks past, oblivious to our presence, perhaps listening to music or a podcast.

“Fawn, are you OK?” I ask.

Without looking up, she whispers, “Is he gone?”

“Yes, he is gone. Fawn, do you know that man?”

“I do, yes. I was married to him.”

“You’re still trembling, Fawn. Are you scared of him?”

“Yes. Will you take me home and stay with me again tonight, Bill?”

“Of course. Let’s go.”

I hold Fawn’s hand as we walk back to my car. 

Twenty minutes later, we are back in her living room. She didn’t want to talk about her ex-husband, and I respected that; we had only just met yesterday at noon. Her mood remained somber, and she lacked the high energy she displayed the first half of the day.

“Bill, would you like to have a quiet, romantic, candle-lit dinner, catered by Uber Eats, because I don’t feel like cooking or going out?”

“Sounds wonderful, Fawn. Let’s do it.”

Her infectious smile returns. “Great, then after dinner, you can drag me off helplessly to the bedroom and make love to me,” she promises.

That sounds good to me, but at the rate her mood and energy level are recovering, I won’t be surprised at all if, like last night, she ends up dragging me off to the bedroom while describing exactly how she’s going to fuck me. 

“It’s too early to order yet,” she continues, “so let’s just put some music on and cuddle on the sofa. Oh, and remember, I’m wearing nothing at all under this sundress, so feel free to fondle all of your favorite parts of me; and, as always, bonus points for any activity resembling pussy worship.”

“Actually, I’m thinking of crawling under that sundress right now,” I say.

Fawn’s eyes light up like those of a cat in the dark. “Wonderful idea, take off all your clothes, Bill, and I will grant you admission under the dress. I will sit on the sofa and lean back in a sexually inviting manner, and you can sit on the floor and explore the hidden delights within.”

I get quickly naked and sit on the floor between Fawn’s legs. I dip my head under the hem of her dress to see what I can find. 

“Google, play Maurice Ravel, track one, volume level eight.” Fawn says, speaking to some unseen device. 

I hear an almost inaudible snare drum ostinato playing along with a flute. 

“Rest your head on my warm furry pussy, Bill. Inhale my scent. Caress my lips with your tongue,” she instructed as she placed her hand on my head, outside the dress.

“Your scent is intoxicating, Fawn; I love it,” I say. As I follow her directions. 

“Kiss it as lightly as you can all over, Bill. Feel it with your lips.”

Fawn’s labia open for me, forming a butterfly pattern. I lick and kiss it as I hear the music build in intensity as a bassoon and a clarinet join in.

“Do you love doing that, Bill? Is it giving you an erection?”

“It already has, a couple minutes ago, and you know I love kissing and licking it.”

“Yes, I do know that, Bill, and I plan to give you plenty of opportunities to do it.

The intensity of the music increases again as brass instruments join us in the lovemaking.

“Stroke your cock very slowly and touch my pussy lips with the tip of your tongue. Now move your tongue up and down, following the rhythm of the music, Bill.”

Fawn pulls the dress back and pulls her legs back with her arms, giving herself a full view of the action.

“Stroke yourself but maintain the tempo, Bill, and push your tongue between my lips. Push your nose and whole face into my wet pussy. Does the taste and scent arouse you even more, Bill?”

“Yes, Fawn, it absolutely does.”

An entire string section of violins and violas agrees with my arousal. 

“Push all four fingers into me, and move them in and out rhythmically. Keep your face near if you love the taste.” 

I feel Fawn’s hand on the back of my head, pushing it down, holding it against her hairy muff. 

The full orchestra erupts in sound just as Fawn starts to squirt in every direction at once, both droplets and jets of liquid flying everywhere. My face and her bush are soaked.

“Quick, Bill, the music is about to climax; fuck me now. You, me, and Ravel will come together as one. 

I plunge my stiff baton into Fawn’s well-lubricated pussy, and a few bars later we both come, in a crescendo of pleasure, as the final deafening notes of Bolero fade away. 

We take a short break to clean up and order dinner. 

Fawn returns from the bedroom, dressed for our quiet dinner. She now looks very pretty rather than sexy, with nothing naughty showing. Her hair is tied in a beautiful high ponytail like I saw yesterday, with a few loose strands of hair caressing her cheeks. Her light summer dress, revealing nothing except a small hint of those irrepressible nipples, and white, knee-high cable-knit socks complete the look. I feel like a teenager on a first date and wish I had something nicer to change into. 

“Wow, you look beautiful and cute as a young innocent fawn, Fawn.”

A radiant smile lights up her face. “Thank you, Bill. I am happy it pleases you. Now don’t just stand there; dim the lights, pour me some wine, kiss me, tell me again how pretty I look, and let’s eat.”

We sit down at the candlelit table, only to rise two hours later after a dinner that passes in a romantic haze of shared wine and quiet conversation. 

“Come with me, Fawn, and don’t run. I’m taking you to the bedroom, where I will slowly undress you and make love to you.”

“Oooh, Bill. I’m all a-tingle.” Fawn says coyly.

“Don’t worry, Fawn. In the morning you can tie me up again, hold me captive, and have your way with me.”

“Oh, I will, Bill. I will...”