Gingers Dilemma

“You!, You were the one that sent them. Do you realize how mad my husband was last night when he saw them?”

“So, you kept them, that’s nice.”

“Don’t do that anymore please? The flowers are beautiful, but I can’t stand the arguing that they cause.”

“Okay, I promise, no more flowers as long as we can keep talking to one another?”

“We shouldn’t, you know that.”

“I know, but after last night, I just had to call you.”

“Why, what happened last night?”

“Well, after I ordered the flowers for you, I went about my day like normal, but when I went to bed, I had a dream of you.”

“What kind of dream,” Ginger asked?

“It started off with me and you in a flower garden….”

“What?”

“Yeah, a flower garden. You were dressed in blue baby doll pajamas….”

Ginger finished his sentence saying, “We walked around and laid on a blanket by a brook and made love.”

“Yes! That’s right, how did you know?”

“I had the same dream.”

Roger said, “That’s incredible, we had the same dream at the same time?”

Ginger said, I have to go,” as she shut the phone off and sat there amazed.

She was actually shaking at the thought of what Roger had said. It had to be a dream? I never left the house. But how the hell did he have the same dream as me? All these questions and more were running through her mind, but she couldn’t answer any of them.

Opening the newspaper, she checked her horoscope; Proceed with caution today. Strange occurrences may seem distant, but are closer than you think. Libra is holding a strong influence over you, it could turn out okay if you want it to.

Folding the paper closed, she stood and started cleaning, doing laundry, dusting, anything to keep her busy. To keep her mind off last night. It didn’t work, the laundry contained her baby dolls she wore last night. When she was vacuuming the living room, she unintentionally kept looking towards the candles and that place on the carpet.

“Dam, I need to get out of here for a while,” she said to herself. Grabbing her coat and purse, she headed out the door and jumped into the truck. Throwing on the heater, she backed out of the driveway and headed downtown.

For some reason, she turned in to a park and had to slow down to the five mile an hour speed. Leisurely, she took in the flat expanses where the baseball fields were. The sets of footprints in the snow that broke the smoothness of the surface. She drove further on and saw the fenced in building that was used as a locker and shower room for the Olympic sized pool.

Down further were the swing sets, monkey bars and other things for the younger children. She recalled the park she had taken Melissa to, when she was a small child. She always had fun playing in the park and Ginger just enjoyed seeing the happy look on her face, more than anything else in this world.

As she came closer to the swings, she saw a man sitting on the park bench. He wore a heavy overcoat with the collar turned up and what stood out to her was the Stetson cowboy hat on his head.

It was extremely rare to see anyone in western attire up here in Canada. His back was to the road, but she could not take her eyes off of this man. Ginger didn’t stop, she kept rolling by, but up the road was a parking lot she could turn around in. She entered the parking lot, and brought herself back out on the road.

Nearing the area of the swings, she saw that the bench was empty. Stopping the truck, she climbed out and went to the bench. It was covered in snow and the area around it had not been walked in, it was shiny and free of any footprints. Looking around, she was positive that this is where the man was sitting. Then she said to herself, “So what should I care if a stranger was sitting on a park bench?”

Somewhat confused as to why she stopped, she returned to her truck and headed to the school to pick up Melissa.

That night when Daniel got home, he saw that the flowers were still in the living room and he walked over to the coffee table, picked up the vase and threw it against the wall, then continued upstairs.

Ginger, hearing the smashing of glass, ran into the living room and saw the huge water stain on the far wall and the strewed roses on the floor along with the broken glass from the vase. She didn’t care that much about the roses, but the vase had been a gift from her sister when Melissa was born.

Going back into the kitchen, she fed Melissa, then put the food in her plate and sat down to eat. She picked at her food while she listened to the slamming of doors upstairs. Daniel came downstairs and without a word, took his coat from the hook and walked out the back door and just left.

Ginger took her plate and emptied it in the trash can and started to get the dishes prepared for washing. Melissa finished her meal and told her mom she’d be doing her homework, then going to bed.

“Okay honey, I’ll be up in a while to tuck you in, ok?”

“Mom, I’m getting a little big to have you tuck me into bed.”

“No honey, you’ll never be to big for me, besides that’s what mothers do.”

Melissa just turned around and went upstairs, while Ginger grinned at her.

After the dishes were done, she went into the living room, and picked up the roses and brought them to the trash basket in the kitchen. Before throwing them out, she inhaled their sweet scent, then let them fall into the basket. Cleaning the glass from the vase, she hoped she got it all out of the carpet, but she had to let it dry off before she ran the vacuum over it.

She drew a bath for herself. She just wanted to soak in the jasmine scented water for a while. Checking on Melissa, who was still doing homework, she went to her room and took her clothes off and walked naked to the tub.

Turning on the spa jets in the tub, she relaxed to the water moving over her tired body. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and dozed off. Waking to the sound of the phone ringing, she decided to let the answering machine take the call.

After her bath, she threw on a pair of panties and a long night shirt and again checked on Melissa. Seeing that she was in bed, she entered her room and sat along side of her.

With her eyes wide open, Melissa said, “Is daddy going to be okay?”

“Yeah honey, he’ll be alright. Seems as though we fight a lot, but we always make up, don’t we?”

“Yeah!”

Standing, she tucked the blanket and spread around her daughter, kissed her on the forehead and then shut the light as she left the room.

Downstairs, she saw the message light blinking on the phone and clicked play. “Ginger, it’s me! The boss called me on my cell phone and has a bunch of overtime work, so I’m going in and won’t be home tonight. I’ll also be staying here Saturday and won’t be back home until Sunday night. Look, I’m sorry about the vase and all, but it just pissed me off when I saw them there. I’ll see you on Sunday.”

Relieved that she wouldn’t have to argue with him after he got home tonight, she settled in her chair and turned on the television. She liked reality shows and checked the listings to see what was on. Nothing she wanted to see, so she shut the TV off and went to her computer.

Checking her emails, she responded to a few and then she went to her journal page and found a couple of private messages. The first one she opened just said, “Call me please? 222-555-1515” with no sender name, but she knew who it was without thinking. She wrote the number on a piece of paper and read the other messages.

Her eyes continued to go back to the phone number, so she shut down the computer and went to her chair and lifted the phone and dialed it.

“Hello”

“You wanted me to call?”

“Yes! Yes I did. You hung up so abruptly this afternoon, I was hoping you weren’t angry with me.”

“No Roger, not angry, more like confused over all of this. Why me? Why now?”

“Okay, you deserve an answer, so I’ll be honest with you, but you have to promise not to hang up one me, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t hang up.”

“About six or seven months ago, I found the journal site that you write in and I opened a journal of my own and made yours, one of my favorites. I’ve read each and every word you wrote and I was severely taken with you.”

“When I found out you placed me on your favorite list I was so happy. I read your entries and felt your pain and happiness and your frustrations with things in your life. Then you just shut your journal down and never made another entry.”

“I got to the point where I felt I had revealed to much of myself,” Ginger said.

Roger said, “We all need a place to go to, so we can just open ourselves up and not give a dam about anything.”

“That’s true, we do, but I was involving myself with a lot of people and it was effecting me to the point where I had to stop.”

“Yeah, I saw that too, but you started off, just wanting to be a friend to a lot of people and then you got drawn into a few internet relationships that you really didn’t want, but felt you needed, for one reason or another.”

Ginger didn’t say anything.

“I don’t want that kind of relationship with you. Not on the internet anyway, and when we both dreamt the same dream last night, I knew we had a different kind of connection with one another and if you stop and think about it, you’ll realize it too.”

Ginger said, “That dream, it was something, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was amazing. I felt like I was actually there in the garden with you. The part where we made love was definitely fantastic.”

“But how did it happen,” Ginger asked?

“I can’t say for certain and I’ve thought about it. The only thing I can give credence to is the fact that when I laid down, I was thinking of you and wanting to be with you.”

“I was sitting in my living room, relaxing and I just drifted off to the garden.”

“You must have wanted to be somewhere else and with me calling you earlier yesterday and then the flowers, you must have had me on your mind.”

“But it was so real. You were so tender and sweet to me. You made me feel like I was actually being made love to, instead of with.”

“That is what I want to do. I want to hold you in my arms. I want you to be there with me and let me make love to you. Not in a dream sequence, but for real.”

“Roger, I can’t, I’m married.”

“And unhappy too, right?”

“Roger!!”

“I won’t drag you into a relationship you do not want to be in. But I’m going to tell you that I’ll be at the Capital City Hotel, room 7133, all day tomorrow and tomorrow night. I’d love to see you, face to face and we can at least spend a little time getting to know one another.”

“I don’t know Roger.”

“In case you change your mind, my cell phone number is 323-555-1212. I hope you’ll call me.”

“I’m not going to promise anything, okay?”

“That’s fine Ginger, good night, I hope you sleep well.”

“Good night Roger and thank you for being honest with me.”

The phone went dead before she set it back in the cradle.

Ginger laid her head on the back of the chair and scrunched her feet under her butt and fell asleep in the darkened living room. She was soon into REM Sleep and dreamt again;

She was lying on the couch in a semi-sleep, in the background she heard Celine Dion singing Beauty and the Beast, so she opened her eyes and saw the living room all light up with candles. There were so many candles, it looked like daylight in the room.

A hand reached towards her, holding a glass of white wine. Without a thought, she took the glass and sat up a little to sip from it. The smooth fluid drifted down her throat and she look up as Roger was sitting himself on the floor, beside the couch.

With a smile on her face Ginger said, “You were suppose to wait for me to call you tomorrow.”

“Why waste such a beautiful night?”

“Your bad Roger, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes, I am. Want to teach me how to be good?”

Ginger watched as Roger set his glass on an end table, and then took her’s from her hand and set it next to his. With his arms around her, he laid her back down on the couch and kissed her.

When their lips met, she brought her arms around his neck and held him to her. Opening her lips, she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. A slight moan escaped her lips. Ginger felt his hand on her breast, as he caressed her flesh and her nipples stiffened under his touch.

Breaking the kiss, they looked into each others eyes and then Roger kissed her forehead and then he was nibbling on her ear. Roger explored her ear with his tongue, sending chill bumps down her body. Then he kissed and bit at her neck and worked his way under her chin, still kissing her neck.

Ginger continued to hold his head to her and with each little bite, she moaned softly.

Roger had moved his hand from her breast and was now under her shirt, feeling her soft flesh. The warmth of her body in his hands felt good, as he moved up her side and then around her back. With his other hand, he reached for the bottom of her night shirt and brought it up over her head.

Roger’s eyes took in her beauty. The small waist, tight stomach, and her breasts were breathtaking. His eyes lingered until he felt Ginger's hand on his head, moving him over her breast. He flicked his tongue at her nipple and then caught it in his teeth and held it. His hand had cupped her breast and then he lowered his head more to suckle hard on her offering.

“Oh God Roger, you have such a tender touch. I love your lips on me.”

Roger responded by moving to her other breast and he reveled in her beauty. His hand moved down her stomach and he felt the top of her panties. Moving over the top of her panties, he cupped her mound.

“UHMMMMM,” she murmured.

Her panties were wet with her juices and Roger loved making her feel this way. His hand continued down and a finger brushed her anal passage. Ginger’s hips rose from the sofa and pushed herself into his hand.

His lips worked down her stomach and he tongued her bellybutton, while his hand moved back over her soaking pussy. Without removing her panties, he moved to her labia and kissed her wet panties.

Roger continued down the inside of her thighs, kissing every inch of her. Reaching her foot, he continued to kiss each toe and the soles of her feet and then he went back up her other leg. When her reached her thigh again, he reached out and brought her panties down her legs and let them fall on the carpet.

Roger took in her clean shaven pussy and licked his lips. Ginger was moving her hips up, wanting him to touch her pussy, to feel his tongue on her, to make her cum.

Roger’s tongue darted out and licked her labia on the outside, making a circle around her protruding pussy lips, but not touching them yet. He kissed and suckled the area where her pubic hair should be and felt her hands pushing his head to her drenched cunt.

When his tongue split her love lips, she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes and just felt the love she was being given.

Her juices were flowing freely and he took her nectar into his mouth and enjoyed the sweet taste of her body as it trickled down his throat. Letting his tongue enter her love tunnel, he lapped at the inner ridges of her pussy while his hand moved to touch her clit. Her button was easy to locate, it looked like a small nipple as his fingers twirled around it.

With his tongue in her pussy and his finger on her clit, Ginger had her first climax. “I’m cuming already, suck my pussy.”

Roger’s face was shoved hard onto her pussy and he enjoyed sucking down her orgasmic fluids as her hips rubbed her pussy into his face.

Ginger fell back onto the sofa and relishing the tingling of her nerve ends. What she didn’t see was Roger’s left hand, digging into his pocket and finding a small tube of Astro-Glide.

Snapping the top off of the tube, Roger lifted her ass in the air and his tongue found the rim of her anal passage and he inserted his tongue. Ginger felt a cool liquid at her anal entrance and then a finger being inserted.

Roger’s mouth in the meantime had returned to her pussy and was licking her. The finger in her ass felt good as he moved it in and out of her dark passage and ate her pussy again. Ginger’s hips worked in unison with his tongue and finger. She cupped her breast and stretched her nipples.

Leaning her upper body forward, Ginger was able to suck on her own nipple while her pussy and ass were being taken care of. Ginger climaxed once again and when it hit her, she bit her nipple and then threw herself back on the sofa.

The strength of the climax caused her to close her eyes and scream and then she passed out.

When she opened her eyes, she was sitting in the dark living room. Her breathing was somewhat ragged and her pussy was flowing with juices. Getting up, she had to still herself from falling on her wobbly legs, but she walked up to her bathroom and threw the wet panties into the hamper, then sat on the toilet and relieved her bladder. She wiped herself and then went to bed.

Around nine the next morning, Melissa came running into her mother’s bedroom and shook her awake.

When Ginger opened her eyes and saw her daughter, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and said, “What is it honey?”

“I was just talking to Aunt Carol and she wants to know if I can spend the day with Debbie and maybe even sleep over tonight, can I?”

“If you want to honey, that’s okay with me, but make sure you pack clean clothes, okay?”

“Thanks Mom, you’re the greatest, I’ll call Aunt Carol back and she’ll even come get me,” Melissa said as she ran out of the room.

Ginger fell back onto her pillow and just laid there with her eyes opened. Soon, Melissa came back in and gave her a hug and a kiss and said, “I’ll wait downstairs for Aunt Carol, she should be here any minute.”

“Okay honey, behave and have fun and you know you can call if you want to come home.”

As Melissa was halfway out the door, she turned and said, “Yes Mom, I know. I love you too,” then she was gone.

Ginger got herself out of bed and pulled off the night shirt. Looking down, she saw a bite mark on her left breast. “Dam, these reality dreams leave a trail,” she said to no one. She shuffled into the bathroom, turning on the shower then sat on the toilet while the water heated up.

After the shower, she dried herself off and then naked, she walked to her room to dress. Pulling up a pair of black panties, she then walked over to her closet to find out what she wanted to wear. Ginger wanted to look extra good today, for no specific reason, just because she wanted to, so she searched the clothes hanging and wasn’t satisfied with anything.

For some reason, she looked up and spotted a box on the shelf that had a “Fredericks” monogram on it. “What’s in that, I can’t remember,” she said to herself. Reaching up, she took hold of the box and brought it to her bed. Sitting on the bed, she opened the box.

“Now I remember as she took in a solid black jumpsuit that had a lace-up back. It was made of a polyester, and she recalled how it hugged her body as the material stretched. Lifting it out of the box, she saw a convertible lace bra with matching lace boy leg panties, with a thong back.

Going back to her closet, she hunted for just the right shoes to go with the outfit. She found them, a pair of clear vamp sandals that had an ankle strap with an adjustable buckle closure.

Going to her dresser, she opened a drawer that had packages of nylons stacked inside. Pulling out each package, she couldn’t decide which to wear, but finally settled on some lace-top fishnet thigh highs, that were a deep black. Giggling to herself, she went to her bed and slid off the panties she had on and reached for the new ones and felt the lacy things all the way up her legs. Adjusting her panties, she then grabbed the bra and adjusted it as a strapless halter bra that cupped under her breasts and left the tops well exposed.