Dream Drive

"Well," Hope said, "should we go see if there's a decent movie on TV to kill a little time?" I told her it sounded good to me, and we piled off the bed and headed back to the first floor. Flipping channels, we ended up settling for one of the latest James Bond flicks featuring Daniel Craig; Hope was a fan but admitted she hadn't sat and paid attention to it.

We broke for a simple lunch of sandwiches, fruit, beverages, and a small dose of junk food. As we resumed the movie, we sprawled on the couch, and Hope settled my head in her lap and fondled it with her hands; I decided it was rather enjoyable. My hands found her bare feet and began rubbing gently.

The movie finished and after a bit we decided another walk was in order. We took twenty minutes and returned. Both of us settled with reading material. Afternoon became evening; there were no further partner trips to the bathroom as we selected Thai takeout for dinner, and tended to fast cleanup. We chose to continue enjoying each other in small ways, touching and kissing a lot. We slept together again as bedtime rolled around. Weekends always went too damn fast.

Monday, the final day of our pursuit of extra-curricular fetish-oriented activities. Both of us were out of bed, showered and doing breakfast by nine A.M. We partook in cleaning the house after letting food settle. Both of us made certain things were as organized as they could be for tomorrow's return to the grind at the office; despite our quirks, we were both organized, detailed people without being obsessive about it.

We chose to relocate to the small patio outside at the back of the house. We spent an hour or so reading and enjoying the weather. I lounged most of the day away, and took a couple of walks. Hope killed time parked behind her laptop.

Inevitably, nature called shortly after lunch for Hope. Without looking up from the reading I was doing, I could feel her looking at me, trying to communicate what she needed. I finished the page I was on and closed the book. I got off the couch to find Hope standing with hands on hips and throwing me a very serious look.

"Come on, mister. Let's get the show on the road."

I hustled up the stairs and into my bathing suit as Hope followed. She headed straight for the bath and parked herself on the toilet.

"You can just sit down. The last day, we're both showered, and there's no sense in being too kinky," she decided.

I tucked myself carefully into her lap. Very shortly I heard her pissing, wrapping her arms around me as she relaxed. As her stream subsided I heard her passing gas; it wasn't as loud as I had noticed during our other activities. Hope remained relaxed, leaning over my shoulder, but I could feel her stomach muscles working. I felt her inhale and begin to push, working to poop again. It took a minute, but I heard the waste sliding out and into the toilet bowl. Hope's belly relaxed and she slouched into me. The ripe smell returned to the air. Hope sat for a minute, and then her hands slid off my waist. I took time to pee before I stood and got out of her way. She wiped and stood. I looked into the toilet. There sat a light brown deposit, about six inches long with a healthy diameter. My standard equipment stirred.

Hope clropped the toilet lid and flushed. "I feel better for sure," she said. We retreated down the stairs after I put my street clothes back on and re-packed my personal stuff, taking my bag along. We sat comfortably on the couch together. Hope spoke.

"Well, I guess that about does it for our exploration. I feel like I should let you know whether it was worth it, if we achieved what we wanted to. The answer is, we certainly did. And it worked. We went into the bathroom, and indulged. Me more than you I think, but I would guess you're not disappointed."face

"No," I said. "I was nervous, both about the acts of sharing bodily functions and because the desire seemed more intense for you and I didn't know where your mind might want to go in terms of satisfying those desires."

Hope continued, "At first, the feeling to do something was very intense, and it made me just a bit pushy. Then I realized I was being adamant, and I was rationalizing out loud to get you involved."

"That was kind of obvious, but it was hard. I wanted to do as you were asking, but I experienced periods of weirdness. But I didn't want to turn you down. A part of me wanted to go there too, and I couldn't dislike the situation or you, because here I'd found a woman wiling to entertain my fantasies, and being skittish was wasting our time, and making prior discussions pointless."

Hope suddenly slid over and parked herself in my lap, straddling my thighs to face me. Looking at each other, her face broke into a smile and she hugged me and held on as she talked quietly into my ear.

"I feel like it was ok to push things a little, but Evan, it was so worth it for me. I had more expectations than you did, and even though I prodded you along, you did your part. Don't feel odd about things. It really went very smoothly. I'm very happy you came here with me. Everything I did with you, it was great for me. Be honest. Outside of a little fear, did you like having me get you wet and taking dumps with you repeatedly?"

I blushed hard. "Come on, say it," Hope prodded verbally in my ear.

"All right, you let loose some great big loads, and size is a turn-on factor. And your bladder is world class," I admitted. "That part felt really, really good. And your looks were a bonus."

"Hope smirked. "I know you eyeballed my ass a lot. The first time out of the shower? Licking and kissing my posterior...yeah, my looks worked. What was it about my ass? You liked my bare snatch, too?"

"Bare pussy is appealing, yes, and I find I'm more and more turned on by an ample set of ass cheeks; yours fit the category, but not in a negative way. Oversize is good; Ilikeit that way. Your rump was worthy of my attention."

"I won't complain. You have a way with your hands. All the touching was really nice for me. And I'm glad you enjoyed my attributes, especially given your early nerves. So I guess that leaves us as co-workers, not necessarily in a relationship. Maybe we can leave it at this: if our fetishes make us a little crazy in the world, we can turn to each other and go down the kinky brick road? I'll still like you, personally. You're just a nice guy, and that doesn't just go away."

"Thank you. Hope, you are very pretty, and age is just a number. I think your assessment of our status is a good one; two people with some common ground who can look to each other when lust and kinkyness come calling and refuse to be ignored. It was worthwhile for me too. I was unsure, but I came to trust you enough to let you lead me. It worked. I would do more with you, given our common interests, anytime."

Hope detatched herself and stood up. I followed suit. She pulled me close and kissed me gently and thoroughly; I did my best to keep pace. We resumed our seats when we decided the kiss had gone long enough. A short time later, it was back out to the car. My street address went into her GPS. She drove. In my driveway, as I walked up to my door with keys in hand, Hope was following. I got the door open and tossed my bag on the love seat just right of my entry. I turned back.

Hope hugged me again. "Evan, thank you for comimg. We definitely have to do it again."

"We do," I agreed. "Thanks for sharing and taking a lttle time and not getting too wild. Until next time," I said, gently kissing her cheek. We parted and she walked back to the car. At the driver's door, she flashed a smile and slid inside. I smiled and waved. I watched her reverse and head down the street. I closed my door, knowing Hope and I would want an encore with each other another time, maybe not too far into the future.