Fantasies Fullfilled_ALL

Thanks to Nihil Thornberry for careful, helpful, and encouraging edits.

"Can you pick me up at the airport?" Janice's voice was deep and rich as always. "I'm coming to Los Angeles for a conference and my paranoid husband doesn't trust the ride share to be vaccinated."

I didn't hesitate. "Sure. Which airport?"

"LAX. Staying at the Bonaventure downtown. Do you know it?"

"I've driven by there, yeah."

"Oh, thank you. I haven't seen you since the funeral. It will be great to catch up. I'm boarding now. Kiss-kiss."

I knew the flight from Texas would take about four hours; plenty of time to shower, shave, find casual clothes with the fewest wrinkles, and make the 90-minute drive to the airport. Plenty of time to think about the last time I saw Janice at my wife's funeral. They had been best friends since seventh grade.

Now in her mid-sixties, Jan was still "the hot one" among their group of friends. Despite being only 5 feet, 4 inches, her wide shoulders and confident stride made her imposing to many. Along with her mouth-watering figure, my favorite of her features was her full head of pure white hair. Not salt-and-pepper (like mine), not gray, but stunningly white and worn in the "helmet" style that was still fashionable among upper-class women in the south.

She was funny, sexy, and she gave great hugs. When we parted after the funeral reception, I received a long, breast-pressing hug before she leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Take care, Lover."

Lover? First time she ever called me that. She was my wife's best friend and married to a high-powered lawyer. Strictly off-limits, at least beyond the hugs and occasional flirting.

Now, I found myself standing in baggage claim, reading the monitors for all flights arriving from DFW. I spotted one that had just landed when a text message pinged my phone.

"WEARING A HEAD SCARF. WHEN YOU SEE ME, CALL ME DIANNE REALLY LOUD. WILL EXPLAIN."

Odd, but my father always told me to do whatever a lovely woman asked.

A few minutes later, a woman with a long coat, that did little to hide her large breasts and curved backside, strode into baggage claim. A green silk scarf almost completely covered her gorgeous white hair. Large sunglasses and the required "covid mask" completed the look. She could be any of a dozen Hollywood stars trying to not be recognized.

"Dianne!" I shouted, waving. "Over here, Dianne."

She smiled and waved, all but running up to me. "Well done, Lover." She gave me a platonic hug, but her subtle perfume made me want more.

I paused at hearing the affectionate nickname again. "What's this about, 'Dianne'?"

She nodded to her right. I turned and saw a man in a black suit still scanning the concourse. He was holding a sign with her last name. I looked back, my expression questioning her further.

"Either my husband arranged for a limo, or that guy is a private detective. Did I mention he's paranoid? Let's not let on, shall we?" A quick kiss on the cheek through both our masks, and she handed me her baggage claim check. "Olive colored Samsonite. Be right back."

And she was off to the ladies' room. By the time she returned, I had her bag and was waiting far off to one side of the limo driver, who was now looking concerned at the dwindling number of new people. But, as we started for the door, I saw him look our way.

"The jig may be up."

Sure enough, he followed us out; across the busy loading area, and into the parking garage. He joined us while waiting for the elevator. The fact that he did not ask her name told us he was more than just a driver. When the elevator arrived, we all stepped in. I quickly asked which floor.

He blinked for a second, unsure. "Two?"

When we reached 2, he stepped off, then looked back, expectantly. I quickly pushed the button for the roof. Janice gave him a finger wave as the doors closed on his confused face.

I grinned behind my mask. "He has no idea if we're going up or down."

Jan quickly pulled my mask down, then her own. "I have wanted to do this for a very long time." She kissed me deeply, and I was lost in the warmth of her lips.

I instinctively kissed her back. "So have I. This and so much more." We kissed again until the doors opened. I lead her out and toward my car.

"What else?"

The kiss notwithstanding, I was concentrating on getting to the car before the detective could find his way to the roof. Once at the car, I opened the passenger door. She slid in while I tossed the suitcase in the hatchback before climbing behind the wheel.

"What else?" she repeated.

"What?"

She took off her sunglasses, revealing the startlingly blue eyes that had captivated me so often in the past. "You said 'This and so much more.' Like what?"

Time was pressing, but I was, again, enthralled by her scent. I had to grab the moment. I leaned across the center console, carefully sliding the green silk from her hair, allowing her white softness to blossom.

"Like inhaling the fragrance of your hair." I said as I began to allow twenty years of forbidden fantasies to pour out. "Like nibbling your earlobe and tasting the small of your back and watching as you enjoy your morning coffee in bed."

She pulled me into another long kiss. Her lips were soft and giving. She moaned quietly before we both paused for breath. "You know, I get wet when you kiss me like that."

This new frank approach threw me off for an instant. I caressed the side of her face and kissed her again. I slid my hand down her arm to find her grasping the door handle. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I moved our hands to her lap. "Really?" Another kiss. "Wet, huh?"

She nodded.

I kissed her with the passion born from years of longing. She leaned into my body as I slid her hand lower where her coat had fallen open, allowing me to continue easing our hands under her knee-length sundress.

"Prove it."

She smirked as she reached further under her dress. I managed to keep eye contact as her body shifted slightly before she lifted her hand between our faces, extending two damp fingers. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable. She opened her mouth and inserted the fingers, sucking gently.

"Now, do you believe me?"

I shook my head no, as I gently took her wrist and guided her hand under her dress once more. This time, I did not release her, but pushed her fingers beneath the underwear myself. Two of her fingers, and two of mine, easily explored the soft warmth.

She shivered as I curled my fingers forward.

Pulling us out, I sucked all four fingers myself this time, savoring her flavor. "I guess you were telling the truth."

She gasped quietly.

"But now, we need to get on the road."

"Uh huh," was all she could manage.

When we did not see the detective on our way out of the garage, or in the narrow lane leading to the freeway, a thought occurred to me.

"If your husband did hire that guy, I bet he knows what hotel your staying in. He may just go there directly and wait."

"Uh huh," she said again.

I noticed her movement and glanced over to see she had hiked up her skirt and was sliding her underwear down past her shoes. She sat back and sighed. "Much better, don't you think?"

Reaching across, she rubbed the crotch under my nose.

I tried to focus on the Los Angeles freeway traffic as I felt my pants tightening. "Oh, yes. Much better."

She dropped the little bit of cloth in my lap. "Oh, yes," she echoed as her hand disappeared once more under her dress.

A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she leaned one shoulder forward while arching her hips up. "Ooo ... so good, Lover. I thought of this the whole long flight." I tried to keep my eyes on the road as the lap of her skirt began moving with her hand. "I thought of you touching me in the way I ... ah ... like that ... the way I've wanted you to for so long." Her hand was moving faster and her voice was breathy. "God, my cunt is so hot. Two fingers inside. Thumb on my ... shit ... on my clit."

A sharp honk from another car kept me from drifting into the wrong lane. I inhaled sharply and the smell of her pussy filled me.

She kept talking. "This is so hot. You need to drive and I need to cum. If we ... oh god ... what if we die as I ... oh yes ... as I'm ..." The movement of her hand under the skirt was frantic. "I'm ... cumming. Oh, Lover. I'm cumming! OH..."

Her voice got shrill. I glanced over to see her frozen in a moment of spectacular lust: back arched, eyes rolled back, her skirt bunched high on her thighs, mouth open in wide silence. The car reeked of her sex. I almost came myself.

I sensed, more than saw her relax. After a minute she reached across the center console. "Are you hard baby? Oh, you are." Then with a giggle, "I wish I could say I'm sorry."

My mind whirled at this new side of the usually discrete lady of society. Before I could ask, she rubbed her fingers across my lips, sharing the liquid reward of her orgasm. I could only moan.

"You like that? Shall I do it again?" Jan looked at the L.A. traffic ahead of us. "I bet I have time for another one. Maybe even two." She scooted a bit as she lifted her skirt over her hips. But when my eyes shifted to her pussy, she quickly covered herself with her hands. "Uh-uh. No peeking. A girl has to keep some ... oh ..." She had slipped her fingers between her legs once more. "... has to keep some mystery."

By my count, Jan's "mystery" provided at least three more vocal, pungent orgasms during the remaining 45-minute drive to the hotel. As we exited the freeway, she wiped the evidence of her fourth and most enthusiastic release across my face, then leaned over to lick it off as I struggled to navigate to Flower Street.

When we pulled up in front of the hotel, she had straightened her dress and checked her lipstick just as the doorman opened her door. I walked behind the car, opening the hatch to allow the bellhop access to her luggage. When I stepped up to give her a friendly hug, she glanced at the bulge in the front of my pants.

She leaned close to my ear. "Oh, Lover. Look at the poor guy, all zipped up."

"The Detective may be inside," I whispered. "Text me the room number when you get settled."

She made a show of thanking me for being such a good friend, then strode for the door with the bellhop in tow. I hesitated long enough to watch her ass sway as she walked, then realized the doorman was watching as well. We shared a conspiratorial grin before I got back in the car and headed down the block.

Parking at the Bonaventure is valet only, but it didn't take long to find a public lot on Figueroa. I sat in the car, enjoying the almost overpowering scent which still lingered from Jan's finger play during the drive from the airport. Marveling at the turn of events, I realized I was unconsciously rubbing my thumb over the front of my pants. I thought of jacking off then and there, but realized there were better things in my future. I didn't have to wait long.

My phone pinged. "ROOM 3120. I WAVED AT THE DETECTIVE IN THE LOBBY AS I CHECKED IN. HE DIDN'T FOLLOW. MAYBE WAITING TO SEE IF YOU SHOW UP?"

I retrieved a coat from the back seat and put it on as I made my way to the garage entrance, then into the lobby. A quick scan told me the detective was in the sprawling atrium lobby. Facing the front door with his back to the bank of four cylindrical elevators, he was craning his neck, momentarily mesmerized by the architecture. Amateur mistake. I easily walked behind him and waited at the furthest elevator.

The city fell away as the glass elevator rose skyward. After getting off on the 30th floor, and winding the curved hall until I found 3120, I knocked quietly.

It took a moment before Janice answered the door wearing a plush hotel bathrobe with a thick towel wrapped around her head. Steam was still escaping from the bathroom.

"Nice outfit."

"I wanted to be clean, everywhere."

I stepped inside quickly and pulled her into a hug. Bringing two fingers under her chin, I tilted her head up to a long kiss. Finally alone and in no rush, we let the kiss linger and deepen. I felt her stomach rub against my cock and she rose up on her toes.

Lowering my hand from her chin, I let it slip inside her robe. Her bare breast filled my hand with warmth.

She moaned. "You like this old lady's tits?"

"Old lady? Let me show you something, Old Lady."

She chuckled as I led her into the bathroom, turning her to face the large mirror.

"One, you are not much older than I am." My hands traced the robe down her arms to entwine her fingers. "And two, does this look like the body of an old lady?" Guiding her hands as I had in the car, together we lifted the robe open; slowly dragging the soft fabric across her nicely shaped breasts. Her wide, pink nipples responded with a firm swelling.

I looked into her eyes in the mirror. She glanced at me, then back to her chest, then back to me.

Again, I guided her hands, moving them to lift and caress her breasts. "Are these the tits of an old lady?"

Her eyelids fluttered at our teasing. I pressed her hands into the soft flesh, leaving them there on their own as I quickly undid the plush belt, letting the robe drop to the floor. The breath caught in my throat as she was revealed to me. Her round hips framed a thick, but perfectly trimmed thatch of white hair, exactly matching that on her head.

"Drapes and carpet, Lover?" She smirked.

"Stunning. Perfect."

"Are you just going to stare, or..."

It was her turn to bring her hands to mine, pulling them toward that wonderful tuft where her legs met. She guided my fingers through the soft hair; easing them downward, sliding my fingers along her lips. She gasped as I found her, still warm and damp.

Letting my fingers tease around her outer folds, I kissed her shoulder. Almost unconsciously, she tilted her head, encouraging me to continue up her neck, licking and nibbling. She was still teasing her breasts, and I noticed both of us were breathing much more heavily.

Leaving her neck, I kissed my way across her shoulder blades, then paused to pay special attention to her lower back. Her moan was almost too quiet to hear.

"Lower."

Still stroking her vulva, I crouched to my knees, kissing the round cheeks of her ass. When she gasped, "Oh, yes," I glanced around her, into the mirror, to see her tugging at her nipples.

Moving my hands from her pussy, I grabbed both sides of her hips and pulled her back slightly. She got the idea and leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of the sink.

I cupped her ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal the thick pink slit I had been taunting. I leaned in to lick along the outside before dragging the length of my tongue along her clit. She flinched, pressing herself back onto my face.

"Do that again, Lover."

I buried my nose in her fragrant center as I licked her swollen clit; sometimes, long and slow, then flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She was seeping hot fluid over my nose and down my chin. Her groans were very encouraging, but I had another idea.

Spreading her cheeks wider, I raised my head enough to lick around the dark pink pucker.

Another gasp. "My ass! You are a dirty boy."

"You said you were clean everywhere." I jabbed the tip of my tongue against her opening, getting a delighted shriek in return.

"I love ass play, but I've only had one other man do that. Ahhh ... so good."

She gave herself over to the sensations as I fingered her pussy while licking her ass. Her hips thrust back again and again, getting faster, until she let out a shout and I found my hands and mouth covered in her delicious fluid as she came. She took a deep breath, then stood up and faced me. I stood as well, looking into her lustful eyes.

Janice grabbed the front of my belt, and started walking, proudly naked, into the main room. I had no choice but to follow.

Choosing the closest of the two queen-sized beds, Jan pulled me close and kissed me. She sat on the foot of the mattress and began undoing my belt, then taking off my pants and boxer-briefs in one pull. My cock jerked toward her, hard and demanding. She gazed at it before taking it gently in her hands.

"Hmm." Jan kissed the tip. "She always said you were big."

"My wife was telling tales? Did she tell you I love to do this?"

I quickly grabbed her knees and lifted her further up the bed, laying her back with her legs in the air. Before her surprised shriek faded, I had my face between her thighs and was sucking her clit for all I was worth. I eased up a bit to lick all around, rubbing my nose in her white pussy mane. Working one, then two fingers into her cunt, I began sliding them in and out in rhythm with my writhing tongue. Each thrust elicited a grunt, then sputtered words.

"God. Oh. Fuck. You. AHH..." leading to a long shrill shriek as I was once more treated to the sweet nectar of her orgasm. I slowly lapped up what I could, allowing her to relax and catch her breath.

Her voice was raspy and breathy at the same time. "No. No, women don't share that information. Even with best friends. Afraid we'll steal you."

I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes while she watched with interest. She slid up the bed to rest her head on the pillow. I lay alongside her, shifting slightly to avoid the large wet spot, which was already beginning to chill.

She snickered softly. "Sorry. I guess."

Trying to not break the mood, I stroked her hair and started kissing her. "This is a fantasy come true."

"Sex with me?" There was that low chuckle again.

"Laying here and touching you; running my fingers through your hair. You've been this color as long as I've known you and I always found it alluring."

"Glad to hear that. Not to spoil the fantasy, but it happened when I was 20. It's a genetic disease."

"You made that up."

"Nope. Started with just the hair in the front, then spread. It's also where I get these weirdly blue eyes that so many men seem to like." She blinked coquettishly.

"Whatever it is, it's perfect." We kissed again and our hands began to roam along each other's bodies, followed by our mouths: exploring ears, backs, toes, tits, hips. When I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against my hard cock, she moaned.

"I need you inside me. Now."

In an instant I was on top of this amazing woman, gazing into her eyes, then upon her marvelous tits, then finally where my dick rested in the thick white fur. I moved my hips back enough to let the head of my cock drop to her opening. I looked back up at her eyes.

"Yes," was all she said.

I slipped in slowly. She was tighter than I expected, but already so wet that all I felt was heat as the walls of her vagina were parted. She let out a long moan as I eased in, inch by inch, until I felt myself tap against her cervix. I held it there.

"Oh, yeah. So good. More, please."

I worked my way back out, still slow and gentle, until only the swollen ridge around the head was inside her. I quickly bounced back and forth a few times, teasing that sensitive first inch of her opening. She twitched, then rocked her hips up to surround more of me.

"Please. I've been thinking of this forever. Please. Fuck me, Lover."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I eased back in my full length, then started a regular rhythm of in and out; sometimes rocking to touch everywhere inside. When I felt her fingernails gripping my ass, I sped up. Our bodies slapped together again and again, punctuated by my groans and her cries.

As her movements became more frantic and her shouting more religious, I leaned down to bite her nipples, arching my back up, dragging my cock its full length along her clit - in and out with every stroke. Her reaction was immediate!

She threw her head back, shouting more than screaming, as she clawed at my back. Her legs closed around my ass, forcing me deep into her. Her pussy contracted around my cock, triggering my orgasm. My muscles went taught, forcing me somehow further into her clutching depth. My balls tightened. I felt the heat of my own cum swirl around the head of my cock.