Dream Drive

Her smile said it all. She settled herself over my lap again, taking a deep breath and releasing it. Another long shot of gas squelched out of her ass. Her face suddenly relaxed. I found my eyes fixed between her legs. Sure enough, I saw the brown mass pushing its way beyond her swelled opening. Hope tensed her stomach, and carefully, she made a slow, gentle push, that had an amazing effect.

I had been watching her face, but I returned to what was drooping out her back door as she started the push. A very healthy, soft mass began growing as I watched, noting briefly a sharp, ripe smell. Hope's "delivery" had taken the diameter of a tennis ball. As she pushed, it's length grew until it gently touched my penis.

With a final bit of effort, the load dropped free and slapped gently into my lap. Hope stood, slouching against the shower wall after the effort. The smell was now in full effect. It hadn't changed since I'd first noticed it, but it was assaulting my nose, and a big part of me wanted to assume a proper facial expression and say, "Awwwwww, yuck!" and bail. But I fought it down. I looked up at Hope, to see her admiring her work. Her eyes found my face and got wide."Hey, you okay?" she asked me.

I sat and forced myself to pointedly look at what was in my lap for several seconds. I stared. I absorbed the smell. Digested the fact that Hope, wonderfully, beautifully naked, had squatted and shit, carefully, but also boldly and deliberately, into my lap. I said, "Tell you what. Take it out of here and dispose of it, please."

She very carefully exited the shower and returned a moment later wearing latex gloves. She knelt on the floor, opened the toilet, and reached over and carefully picked her deposit off my lap. It found it's natural home. Hope wiped herself and flushed. She stepped back in with me and started the shower, soaping and scrubbing my lap and the rest of me. I rinsed.

She killed the shower as she soaped up. When she made to wash her personal areas, I caught her hand gently and gave her a sincere look that said, "Can I? Please?" She hesitated, then offered the washcloth. I took it and gently and thoroughly cleansed her vagina. I worked around and repeated the process with her butt, then thoroughly rinsed things and spent a few seconds just admiring the view from behind. Hope finished showering and we exited.

As soon as I was dry and clothed, I proceeded to park myself on the closed toilet and watched her dry off. When she moved to contnue the drying process, I took a knee on the floor, held her gently by the hips, and began kissing her ass. It was soft and smooth. It was very enjoyable to kiss. I switched tactics and carefully spent time licking both cheeks. Hope continued drying as I worked on this, and her approval was evident as she began breathing deeply and moaning periodically.

I finished and made my way back down the hall to my temporary quarters to let Hope take care of herself. As I heard her exit and enter the other bedroom on the second floor, I returned and brushed my teeth. Fresh breath is appreciated when that age-old symbol of affection and attraction--kissing--takes place.

A short while after I finishd, there was a soft knock at the door. I had closed it and settled on the bed with a book. I gave permission to come in. There stood Hope. For the time being, she was fully clothed: I suspected she may want that to change shortly. She came over to the bed and sat, then swung her legs up and stretched out parallel and in front of me.

Needless to say, I closed the book and gave Hope my full attention. She rolled over to face me and settled her hads in my lower back. I slid closer amd rested my hands just above her hips. Our faces moved closer and our lips met. She treated me to another gentle, lengthy kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I returned the favor and worked my lips on hers to express my interest and satisfaction.

My hands moved up under her t-shirt and caressed her torso up to her breasts. I worked up and down twice more without letting my hands touch her tits. On my next trip north, I opened my hands and let them rest gently on her nipples and the entire front of each breast. I looked into my lovely lady's eyes and got a smile of approval. Slowly and gently, I treated her to a five-minute breast fondling session. I slid the shirt above her headlights and carefully pushed my face into them. Soft and ample; perfect. I kissed them briefly and also tenderly kissed her nipples.

We found each other's lips again and her fantastic kissing ability took me to enjoyment cloud nine. At last we separated, reading a look on each other's face that said bedtime was okay; Hope rolled over and spooned into me, letting her amazing buttocks bury themselves against my pelvis and be fully enjoyed and appreciated as we let sleep take us over.

Morning came. Saturday. No work to be up and ready for. Both of us woke around nine and I was disoriented and confused for a few seconds as my memory jogged to register and accept surroundings that weren't my usual. Hope and I looked at each other for several seconds, both content, I took my materials and went into the bathroom. I relieved myself on the toilet and tended face and teeth before returning to the bedroom. Hope took her turn, minus any use of the toilet.

We went down to the kitchen and fixed simple breakfast of cereal and fruit. Hope selected coffee, I chose juice. We finished and cleared dishes. Hope sat with the weekend paper and I retrieved my book.

Hope shortly finished with the paper, looking in my direction and clearing her throat to get my attention. I glanced away from my reading and saw her tilting her head toward the living room. I took the hint and left the kitchen to take a seat on the couch. She followed. She settled herself very near me and asked me to sit on her lap. I, of course, obliged. I parked myself carefully accross her thighs, us facing each other. She leaned back and pulled me toward her, hands looped at my waist. My head rested at her right shoulder.

I'm not really one for touchy-feely stuff, but I didn't mind letting Hope touch me, and I certainly enjoyed touching her. Right now, I could feel her breathing gently near my ear. She began a conversation.

"I know you weren't thrilled letting me poop on you in the shower last night. Are you a little pissed off that I petitioned you to stay, and then had my way with you?"

I replied, "I was put off by it when things started. Part of me was grossed out and wanted to bail. Then your load of crap--literally--was in my lap, and I started thinking about what you had said. I did eventually kinda come to terms with what you did, and decidecd it wasn't that bad. However, I don't really care to be your bullseye every time you need to take a dump."

"Well, all right, no more shitting in the shower then. I will probably only make a pooping target out of you one more time, but I still would like you to be around whenever I use the bathroom. And, you are allowed and welcome to give me a golden shower or a brown gift to keep things fair," she answered.

I grinned sheepishly at this point. "I'm not very regular with my bowels, and I can certainly repay the golden shower, but when I poop, I tend to need privacy and a little time."

"I won't pressure you then, but if you want to, let me know," Hope allowed. "Personally, pooping like that was very enjoyable for me."

"I admit, you did lay down quite a turd," I said. "I was a little turned on by how big it got and watching it come out."

"See? There you go. You may never be as apprehensive about me pooping with you again, as you were this first time," Hope pointed out.

My hands cupped the back of her shoulders and I kissed her neck gently as I said, "I was just fine with how things turned out after it happened."

"I'm glad," she said. "I don't want you to dislike me, or what we're doing. I honestly do enjoy it, and I want to continue working with you and help you understand, even though it's weird, it's ok to want it, and it can be ok to live out your desires in the right environment. This is. We're two people exploring. Go with the flow. Enjoy yourself. Admit to yourself it's ok. Get something out of it, for you."

I promised to try to be less uptight about her as the conversation ended. We parted and Hope took care of minor household tasks, refusing my offer of help. Eventually, we settled for an evening movie on TV, leaning on each other with one arm looped. We kissed contentedly during many of the commercial breaks. I got up for a bathroom break when Hope fixed french toast for dinner. Kissing her after eating tasted like maple syrup.

As the movie ended, she said, "Guess what? Lady Hope needs the toilet." We took the stairs up and made the toilet. Hope asked me to sit facing her again. I complied. Each of us had our hands at the other's waist. Hope began to pee almost immeediately, as I tried to completely relax. I could hear her strong stream hitting the water in the toilet bowl. My manhood swelled willingly as I let my mind's eye picture Hope's near-perfect vagina providing the outlet for her piss.

Hope's hand slid to my lap and found my dick as she used her other to hug me close. "That's it, Evan, plesae get hung for Lady Hope," she encouraged. "Mommy like." She continued to gently massage my penis. I admit it was my first time experiencing a woman handling my dick, but it definitely felt good. My erection throbbed.

Suddenly she passed gas loudly into the toilet, and I gave her a questioning look. "No," she said, "just sit here with me while I get rid of it."

I did. More gas escaped, loud and prominent, and Hope relaxed and let her body work. When she felt the time was right, she flexed her belly and helped things with a push. I heard her shit sliding out of her rectum and hitting the toilet water gently.

Next thing to register was the smell. Somewhat intense, rather sulfur-like. My brain registered a similarity to rotten eggs. One of Hope's hands was still working my cock. I was feeling a need for release. Very shortly I groaned loudly and leaned into her as I shot my load. I glanced down to see that I had hit her lower belly.

She seemed unconcerned as I apologized. "I shit on you last night. Letting you come on me is dull by comparison," she decided. "Well done," she added.

I stood and said, "Man, I have to pee." Hope spread her legs and latched onto my arm. "Be my guest," she said. Her smile was wide and genuine. I grinned shyly. She was really into these things. I did my best to force my standard equipment to relax. Eventually, my stream started and built. I willed it to masterful strength and doused Hope's bladder and some of her pussy. I counted in my head as I pissed for about 15 seconds. Hope moved her hands to my waist and slouched, completely relaxed while I worked. As I finished, she stood and wiped herself clean after all of our activities, soaping her belly at the sink and rinsing my pee and semen off her.

I returned to my room after washing my hands and brushing my teeth. I changed into my sleepwear and slid into bed. Hope knocked softly at the door a short time later and entered.

"I thought maybe I could give you some company for the night." She was smiling again, with that gentle look behind it that said she wanted to touch and be touched. She went around the bed and slid in, her back to me. Before her ass nestled into my pelvic bone, I slid my hands along her lower back and over her rear cheeks. Like I said, what a wonderful ass. I slid my hands into the elastic of her pajamas. No panties?! Wow!

I worked my hands around, rubbing. Then I was gently squeezing the excess soft flesh. I continued for several minutes, and Hope didn't take long to completely surrender herself. She sighed deeply more than once. I withdrew my hands and said, "You can join me anytime you like."

Hope backed herself into me. She looped my arms around her and took my hands after killing the light so we could call it a night.

Sunday. We awoke and lounged in bed, Hope guiding my hands around her torso and me exploring her tits, rubbing and massaging carefully. Eventually she rolled over to face me. She kissed my neck. One of her hands found my cock again, but her work was slow and gentle, not having the goal of helping me get hard. Her other hand found one of mine.

She guided it to the elastic waist of her pajamas, then worked it open and slid my hand down between her legs. Two of my fingers rested on her vagina. She 'showed' my hand what she wanted, and I began to gently rub her labia.

"Keep going, until I want to change something," she instructed.

I did. Eventually I carefully buried my face in her chest. I enjoyed the soft feel of her tits for awhile. My one hand kept its rhythm between her legs. Then I shifted myself down and put my lips on Hope's cunt, kissing gently. Her legs parted wider. I heard her sigh and felt her relax as I worked. Her hands cupped the back of my head and stroked through my buzzed hair. I liked being touched around the head.

I carefully broke away and moved up to kiss her more common areas, telling her we should get breakfast. She frowned, and playing at being frustrated, she agreed. So it was down to the kitchen where scrambled eggs, toast and fruit were on the menu. Hope's choices, and I wasn't complaining.

We finished and tended to cleanup. I insisted on doing my part. We completed chores and retired to the living room, where we sat near each other but killed time in our own way. Eventually we decided some fresh air was in order and took a walk together. Upon returning, Hope said, "Evan, I don't suppose you have a golden shower in you?"

I smiled at her lazy reference. "Well, I just might," I admitted. Hope might as well have floated to the stairs. I permitted the gentlemanly mantra of ladies first, deliberately indulging in a fine view of her backside all the way up the stairs, down the hall and into the bathroom. Clothing was abandoned; she stepped into the shower and I followed.

Hair in a ponytail, she knelt in the bottom of the stall with her back to me. She reached back and lifted her hair. "Go ahead and get started," she suggested.

"Your hair?" Are you sure?" She said, "It can be washed. It's no big deal." So I cupped her ponytail in one hand and took aim with the other. My stream started and I worked along the length of the tied hair as it built into a rush; I had replaced a fair amount of water after our walk.

Hope was moaning. She tilted her head so I was wetting the top of it. I hoped it was missing her ears. I asked her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Jesus, Evan, get it WET!! God, yes!! All of it, fucking soaked." My stream managed to thoroughly drench everywhere it hit. And here she was, begging, damn near. She had quieted as my pissing abated. I sighed as my bladder emptied and I took a second to relax.

Hope pulled out the tie and shook her long, lovely hair, now dripping. Genuine laughter erupted as she looked at me. She carefully stood and stepped in my direction. My pee was dripping down parts of her nicely shaped face."You, sir, are very talented. And now, you can have a turn getting wet."

I slipped past her and took a knee in her original spot. Some of my urine remained but not a lot. She moved up behind me. As I was sitting on my heels, Hope was tall enough for her pussy to be a few inches above my head.

"Hey, I can't believe you can do that," I said with mock jealousy and feigned disgust.

"Yes, I am very tall. Seriously, you're all right if I pee on your head? It is a nice head. Gonna make a great target." I knew damn well she was smiling, a twinkle in her eyes.

"One good turn deserves another," I cliched lightly.

Good she made it. She braced her feet. I closed my eyes as Hope relaxed. Soon her stream started, taking no time to soak my short hair and my scalp. Some ran down my face. Hope tilted my head forward as her hands covered my ears. Warm piss splashed the back of my head until her stream died off.

Before I stood up, Hope pulled the hanging shower head and rinsed away the pee in the bottom of the stall. She shampooed, scrubbed, and thoroghly rinsed my hair and soaped and rinsed the rest of me. She repeated the process with her own hair and let me soap, wash, and rinse her fine body.

"Evan," she said suddenly, "how about if I take a dump on your feet?"

I thought for a second. "Does this count as the last time you make a target out of me for your bowels?"

"That's pretty fair," she decided. So I agreed. I pointed my feet along the length of the stall. Hope angled herself so that when she squatted, her output would drop across the width of my feet. She had proven it was not difficult to hit her mark.

There came a long hiss as she passed gas, her bowels gearing up to empty. The smell, for a change, was rather faint. I chose to reach ahead and rest my hands on her waist. She braced her hands on one wall of the shower stall. She relaxed herself and let go a long raspberry from her ass that echoed in the small enclosure. No smell met my nose.

Suddenly, it was coming. Dark brown, working slowly out of her dialated anus. It wasn't as soft as the load she left in my lap that first time, and it was likely to be dense and heavy. Hope draped one arm across her thighs. She looked to be in for a little difficulty.

"Hope, don't force it, ok? Do your best to relax, and let it come out," I advised. A little more slid out of her. She braced both hands on the shower again, sighing as some of the discomfort apparently left her belly. She inhaled and exhaled a long breath. She was inhaling again as I watched hrer belly contract. She pushed, with effort but carefully, grunting quietly. I could see hardness at the large end of her load of shit. Then suddenly the remainder of her turd slid quickly out as she completed the push, softer than the hard stuff at the big end of her log. All told, probably close to eight inches long, soft but weighty as it landed on my feet. There was a moderate sulfur smell hanging around, which I registered but didn't panic about this time.

Hope stood and carefully stepped clear of me to admire her work. "That's pretty healthy," she noted. I stared. It was. Hope let things sit for a minute, then stepped out to raid the vanity below the sink. More latex gloves. She squatted and reached for her brown deposit after pulling them on and opening the toilet. She placed it carefully inside and disposed of the gloves.

She wiped herself clean and washed her hands, then stepped back into the shower to wet and wash my feet and her ass. I stepped out and dried, heading down the hall for street clothes in place of my 'dirty deeds' attire. I elected to wait in the room until Hope finished.

Shortly, she came to the doorway and poked her head in. She was dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck. She stepped in and joined me on the bed.

"Hey, you good?" she asked. I nodded. She shifted to lay on the bed, her head propped on pillows placed against the wall. She pulled me toward her, opening her legs so I could slide in and carefully lean back. I turned on one hip and propped one arm on her thigh as I lay looking at her. She rested an arm along my ribs and down near my hip. My head rested on her shoulder.

"You like to cuddle, don't you Hope," I said aloud. She turned and gently nuzzled my cheek with her lips.

"It's one of my favorite things, and you deserve it. I like cuddling withyou," she answered. "I think maybe you're not used to it," she added.

"I'm not, but only because I'm generally not a touchy-feely type person," I said to her. In the average relationship, particularly between men and women, affectionate touching and activities were the norm; to this point I hadn't been in that relationship scenario, and it wasn't for lack of wanting to be.