Cookies & Cream Ch. 08

"I always do before I sleep, Father." She got up and stumbled out of the booth. The other churchgoers watched her from their pews as she dusted herself from that incident and slowly walked away. Once out of the church, she spirited to her Prius and locked her door. After she drove away from the place, Father Patrick looked at the car and wondered what happened at the booth. He walked to the booth just Alex came out.

"Alex, that woman dashed out of here like the devil was chasing her! What did you tell her?"

"Probably something I really want to take back," Alex claimed, holding his stomach. "I'm not feeling so well, Brother Patrick. I feel aches on my abdomen."

"Oh Brother, you're sweating bullets! Listen, I'll take over the confessions and you take care of yourself. I don't think God would want you to be in pain. Do something that would relieve you from it."

Alex made a grim face. "By any means necessary?"

"Well," Patrick replied sincerely, "as long as you pray that it'll work, yes, I think he wants you to take that route."

Well, all I could say about all this was he took the route...and Eleanor came back home safely. Both travels had sharp turns and uncertain swivels, but they happened to make it. They had to do a few more tasks (like putting the groceries away, call a friend and undress for a bath) before they settled in to relieved themselves from this tension. They were both in their own tub when they started, pretending he/she was there across each other. Then, they started to fantasize...and it all became wild.

With Eleanor, she dreamed about Alex wearing a warrior kilt with blue paint on his face. In his hand, he had a whip, he was about to target her, a captive from her homeland and servant to a British King. She trembled at his fierce face as he teased her body with his whip's base, her voice soft at first when he touched her. She felt frightened yet very excited.

With Alexander, he was his usual self and she as her normal self as she crossed the church walkway with gloves on her hands. They were brown leather with Velcro tips on the fingers. She smiled at him as she was only a few feet away from him, standing on the stage. He felt excited to see her, taking her into his arms and lifted her soft chin to kiss her.

"Oh my," the woman said in both fantasies, touching his scapulas of his back, "you always make me make me excited when you touch me so."

In both dreams, Alex said in a stern voice, "That really wasn't what I expect. You really shouldn't excite yourself over such trivial things."

"But you're not trivial!" Eleanor cried, arching her back from her partner's soft touching. "You're very important to me. Oh, feel my heart beating for you!"

You would think that a man of his caliber would press his ear to her chest even if it was a dream. Well, these two know this was a fantasy, and you what do you do with fantasies? Whatever you want! And Alex knew he wants to explore her shivering body. He kissed the woman's hot cleavage, feeling her heart beat on his sensual lips. He growled.

"So, my lady is in heat," he smirked in Eleanor's fantasy, unhooking her arms from the chains and pulled down her raggedy dress to expose her bang berries, "and only I could bring her to such a state." He withdrew his whip from her dripping hot box and he pulled her close to him to carry her. "Come, my happy wench, I must relieve your inner demons in my chambers!"

"Yes, my Master!" She cried happily when he picked her off the table and dashed through the musky castle, running the never ending stairs and the juices flows through her from the bumps. Both the master and servant panted as they made it to the bed chamber. He put her on the straw bed and started to remove his kilt. "Be nude, woman! We are going to fornicate, and I want my lady to be seen, by me, in all her glory!"

His Scottish accent drove Eleanor nuts, her grin going wide as she unties her bust. When she let her faded green skirt fall, so did his plaid kilt. She made a bullfrog moan for him as he walked towards, her legs spreading for him as he crawl between them. He stroked his massive boner when he glanced over her damp mound.

"You're all soggy, my wench," he growled, rubbing her lower lips. With her voice crying lowly under him, he crawled over to her, pushing her legs over his shoulders. "I take it, then, that you are ready to be taken?"

Eleanor moaned softly, the aroma of his musk increased her lustful desire for him, craving for his granite marker. "Oh yes, my love! I desire your pleasure in me! I want your cock!"

Returning to Alex's dream, the priest turned around and saw Father Patrick leading the church goers to the pews. He grabbed Eleanor's hand ran out of the main hall. "Come, my lady, I must take you to someplace private."

"Oh, you lead, baby! I will follow you wherever you go!" The woman squeezed hand and ran with her man out of the church. She took a glance at the garden which he grew, the scarlet roses in bloom with dew on their petals. She moaned softly as he opened the oak doors taking her inside.

When she saw a soft, blue cotton bed, she smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him. They embraced each other and started to kiss madly. They both started to undress, their skin relieved from their material prisons. When they at last stripped to their fresh underwear, they held hands and climbed into bed. Alex slowly tugged Eleanor's caramel lace panties, taking a peek at her wet, pink lips.

"Oh, you're really sensitive now, aren't you?" He said to her, cupping her mound with his hand to rub her warmly. She let her lips quiver and her spin arch from him. "Yes, Alex...oh how my body aches for you."

"Your body aches?" Alex asked, putting her hands on his striped boxers gummy line. "Within these shorts is a throbbing ruler. Please release the key so it could unlock you pleasuring gate."

Eleanor was hesitant at first, but feeling more aroused from his vanilla musk, she gulped and pulled his boxers, seeing his ten-inch ruler, pulsing for her. She shuttered her breasts as she took away his boxers and was tempted to touch such forbidden fruit. He clutched her hand with his and waved his finger at her. "I think we passed foreplay at this point, lass. The wooing is over...now..."

He pulled his woman close to him, pushing her shaky legs over his shoulders. Eleanor made a wide smile as she felt his head right between her sensitive lips. "Yes, Alex, yes! Please enter me! I want you so much! I desire your seed!" With her consent, he more than obliged her. Then, it happened...in both fantasies, they started to move in a slow pace, his head rubbing in her tight, gyrating walls.

Eleanor kept rolling her head and pulling her bronze curly hair as he cupped her round ass and pounded her hot pussy right to the point where she could feel it in her entire cup. She felt her hot pink snatch being inflated as he moved deeply, her whole body shaking for him.

"Oh Alex!" She whispered softly, rubbing and scratching his long, tight back, "I'm such a slut, giving myself to you like this."

The man stopped and stared at Eleanor's soft watery eyes. He sighed. "Oh Eleanor, don't you ever think of yourself as a slut. You are not a slut, you're a woman...you are my woman, as I am your man. We are equal...United as one. Do you understand, my love?" He could hear her whimper as her kissed her hand softly. She let out a nod. "Yes, my sweet Alexander."

"Good. Now relax, girl. Let me take care of your problem."

And they moved together throughout the night. Her voice rose higher with each deepening thrust. His movements became harder, wanting to relieve the tension. Their bodies dripped with many beads of pearl sweat and their hands touched each other as they swayed and swung. They must have been doing this a whole night, feeling magnificent during their passion.

"I feel..." Eleanor stated weakly, her vision becoming hazy from their fury of lust, "I feel like I'm going to pop! Is this the state of climax?"

"I can't tell you, lass," Alex grunted, feeling his maypole throbbing around her moving walls, "but whatever state you are, I'm in the same boat. I feel like I'm going to explode any minute!"

"Yes, yes! Me too! Oh, let's explode! We can collapse together and sleep until noon!"

And you know? That was exactly what the fantasy people did. They must have hold their sexual frustrations for so long that when they burst, both created a grand mess on the sheets. They moaned from their climaxes, kissing each other softly. Then, from exhaustion, Alex turn to his back, panting with Eleanor on top of him. She nuzzled on his chest and fell asleep, dozing to a cricket chirping.

Alex looked around his alabaster tub to find his water soiled with his fresh batch of seed. He sighed and sat back looking at his blue ceiling. He didn't know what to do at that point. He played his fantasy until he relieved himself, and he knew SOMEBODY watched him. He stayed in the tub a few more minutes and unplugged the drain.

Eleanor could hear soft jazz music on a stereo outside her bathroom. Her water in the tub was lukewarm. She felt relieved and very awkward. Then she bowed her head feeling shameful, knowing God watched her. She stepped out of her tub and slipped into her silk robe, draining the tub.

Both the priest and the woman dressed into their night attire (he red pajamas and she a short cotton butterfly pajamas), read the Bible for five minutes, looking for closure. Then they both prayed to God, confessing their sin and hoped he can forgive them. With their prayers into a close, they went to their favorite side of the bed. For Alex, it was his right side and Eleanor her left. They both hugged their pillows and fell asleep, sighing from their fantasies.

I have to say fantasies are part of life. Without them, we can be so humdrum. We all have them, whether you like it or not. Both Alex and Eleanor were rather embarrassed when they talked to me about it. And yeah, they talked to me because they feel I can keep their secrets in my temple of mystery (in this case, I keep them in my dairy which is full of dirty secrets).

Now, they wouldn't see each other until the next day where Eleanor arrived to Sumie's place, apologizing to her for calling her during her frustrating state. She briefly explained that the ice cream hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like a college kid with her first-time lover in a hot tub. How ironic that her hand job took place in the tub. Sumie turned red, acknowledging such an encounter.

"I do believe you, Elle. Trust me, I am utterly empathic with you. The ice cream got me last year. I kept thinking about my future hubby all night. Ah, the simplicities of fantasy."

"I know, right?" Eleanor said, still blushing from her dream (I'd be blushing too if John was dressed in a kilt). She smiled and laughed softly. "At least I got everything settled. You know what, I think I will consider taking your offer, Sue. I'll do hair in this warehouse."

They both giggled and hugged, dancing their secret jig. Sumie gave her a little nudge. "I knew you wouldn't refuse an offer! Now how about we order breakfast to celebrate our new partnership?"

"Sounds good to me!" The new partner said, grinning as Sumie picked up her smart phone to dial. Before she hit the call button, there was a knock at the door. "Hello?" A male voice rang. "Is this the Seamstress Anonymous Warehouse? Emma said you would be ordering at this time. She made you apple cinnamon pancakes."

Sumie ran to the door, opening it to a tall man with spiky blonde hair and glasses. "Oh, hello there. Are you the new delivery man?" She gave him a grin. The man laughed softly. "No, lass. Emma's delivery lads are busy with their duties and is short-handed. So she gave me the task to take the pancakes to you."

As they talked, Eleanor couldn't help but noticed his voice sounded familiar. Sumie looked at her made a huge smile, winking at her. When she turned back, she opened the door wider so that Eleanor would take a glance. "Well, Alex," Sumie mused, giving her friend a peek at the man, "I do hope that Emma isn't taking you for granted like this."

"It's not a problem, young lady. Serving people is one of God's good intentions, and..." He stopped talking and glanced over at Eleanor...a blushing woman that boggled at him. He knew straight away as the very same woman in the confession booth. "Oh...who is she?"

"This is Eleanor. She's rather shy around strangers." Sumie blushed. It was true Eleanor was shy around strangers, but crushes made her all awkward. Sumie found out from her tales of stumbling just by walking to the people to talk about herself. Alex stepped inside the warehouse and came closer to her. "I hope, Miss Sumie, that I would join you and make a decent conversation."

Eleanor's heart pounded as Sumie affirmed his stay. This is it, Emma thought as he strode to the counter across her, I really can't screw up my meeting him. I just didn't think it would this soon! When he gave her a cup of Peach iced tea, he said, "Hi." She breathed slowly and closed her eyes, letting her heart beat slower. The scent of cinnamon entered her system before exhaling to meet the eyes of her new friend.

"Hi," replied Eleanor.