Flesh For Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “What were you wearing?”

  “I had an amazing blouse that I loved to wear. It was sleeveless, made of a silky red fabric that clung to my breasts and clearly showed my nipples. From the front it had a rather demure neckline, a V with just a hint of cleavage. The interesting part was the back. There wasn’t one, just a few strings that tied over my shoulder blades and that was it down to the waist. From the front I was Suzie schoolteacher and from the back I was almost naked.”

  “Sounds fabulous.”

  Maggie smiled at the memory. “It was. I wore it with a very short black skirt, five-inch black heels, and thigh-high black stockings. You could just see the lacy tops below the skirt. Josh was wearing black jeans with a yellow cotton shirt.”

  When Maggie seemed to get lost in the obviously wonderful memories, Ellen said, “So you did some slow-dancing.”

  “Right. After a few dances, other men began to cut in and I danced with some really nice guys. About an hour after we got there one of the men asked me if I was interested in going in the large hot tub in the basement. It sounded great so I suggested it to Josh. Soon we were downstairs and the joint was jumping. The downstairs was decorated like a forest clearing, with lots of huge split-leaf philodendrons and ficus. Huge drooping ferns and flowering jungly plants hung from baskets all around the room and the air was wet and heavy and smelled of herbs and earth.

  “The center of the room was dominated by a twelve-person hot tub with a wide ledge around it that, in addition to couples draped over one another, held pitchers of frozen drinks and trays of munchies. Two couples lay on the ledge beneath heat lamps, hands and mouths busy. At that moment the tub contained eight or nine people, all naked, as I quickly found out. ‘Wanna get naked and dive in?’ Josh growled in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.

  “ Sure,’ I said, kicking off my shoes. Being naked in public has never bothered me.”

  “I’m sure that’s true,” Ellen said, “but I’m sure you look great without your clothes.”

  “Some women look better than others nude but that doesn’t make as much difference as you might think. At that party there were four women in the tub. Two had nice figures, one was about fifty pounds overweight, with pendulous breasts and tremendous thighs, and the fourth was really skinny, with almost no breasts at all, just nipples on her ribs. However, everyone had a great time and once the initial gawking subsided, we all had an equal amount of fun. It’s mostly mental attitude.”

  Ellen reflexively looked down. “But that initial impression makes so much difference.”

  “Does it? And are you really interested in the kind of man to whom that matters so much?”

  Ellen sat silent. She realized that what Maggie said made sense, but in her heart she vehemently disagreed. It might be okay for Maggie, who looked really good, but not for her. “So you just stripped?”

  “Actually Josh knelt at my feet and slowly peeled my stockings down my legs while several people watched. He deliberately slid his fingers down the inside of my thighs. I have to tell you that that drives me wild. Then he slid off my skirt and kissed my belly over my tiny bikini panties. ‘Turn around,’ he said, and I did. He untied the strings that held the blouse together and it fell to the floor.”

  “You, of course, had nothing beneath,” Ellen said, with a clear idea of what Maggie must have looked like. Maggie was obviously no kid, but she looked really good despite her age.

  Maggie winked. “Of course not. I sag a bit and wish I had more natural uplift, but what the hell. Josh liked me just the way I was, which was obvious when he turned me around and nibbled my nipples. I’m a sucker for that and Josh knew it. He always knew just what made my knees weak and my pussy wet.”

  Ellen tried not to be startled by Maggie’s choice of words.

  Maggie’s eyes flew open. “Sorry for my language. In my line of work I tend to be rather straightforward. Does it bother you?”

  “It’s a bit of a surprise coming from you.”

  “Remember what I did for a living.”

  “I know, but you look so…classy.”

  “Thanks for the compliment.” Maggie closed her eyes again and returned to that night. “So anyway, Josh stripped and we climbed into the tub. The water was wonderful, hot enough to make an impression but not so hot that it muted the ability. I settled beneath the bubbles between Josh and another man. The other man was soft and paunchy, with deep blue eyes behind coke-bottle glasses, which he frequently had to slosh through the hot water to unfog. While we talked I felt hands on my breasts, both Josh’s and this other guy’s.”

  “He just touched you without permission?”

  “Everyone had tacit permission to do whatever they wanted. I knew that if I had asked him to stop he would have but I didn’t because it felt so good. I was getting really hot and it was getting more and more difficult to carry on a coherent conversation. The man looked at Josh who nodded, giving his permission for whatever he wanted to do. ‘I’d like to do everything with you.’ He was breathing heavily. ‘Whatever you like,’ I said and almost immediately his fingers were between my legs. God he had great hands.”

  As Maggie relived the experience she wondered how much Ellen was ready for. She had reached for the man’s cock beneath the bubbling water. It had been soft. “Don’t underestimate junior there,” he had said. “All this hot water poops him out, but he recovers quickly.”

  “I’m glad,” Maggie said. “I would hate to be the only one here getting excited.”

  “Oh, you’re not,” the two men said almost simultaneously. “Why don’t you sit up here?” the man said, patting the wooden ledge. Maggie hoisted herself from the tub and seated herself on the edge. Each man touched a knee and urged her legs apart. While Josh sucked on one of Maggie’s breasts, the other man crouched between her legs. “God, you’re so juicy. I love a sweet pussy like yours.” He slid one finger through her folds and Maggie braced her hands and allowed her head to fall back, savoring the feeling of being pleasured by the two men. Soon she felt the finger slide into her channel, almost immediately followed by another.

  “Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned, almost unable to catch her breath as a third finger joined the other two. Josh nipped at one engorged nipple and pinched the other hard. At her gasp, the two men laughed.

  “She’s a hot number,” the man said to Josh. “My name’s Al by the way. I guess we should at least know who we are as we play with this hot little piece.”

  “Her name’s Maggie and she’s as hot as they come.” Maggie heard Josh’s rough laugh. “And she does come.”

  “I’ll bet,” Al said as he thrust his fingers in and out of Maggie’s dripping pussy.

  Josh climbed out of the tub and Maggie stretched back onto the ledge. Josh crouched beside her and rubbed his cock against her cheek. When it became erect he growled, “Take it all, baby.”

  Maggie opened her mouth and it was quickly filled with Josh’s erection. She always loved the feel and the taste of him and used her tongue to give him as much pleasure as she could. She soon found it difficult to concentrate, however, as Al’s mouth found her clit and licked and sucked her flesh.

  Too soon Maggie felt the waves of orgasm washing over her body and, as the spasms controlled her, she felt Josh’s cock erupt in her mouth. She tasted his tangy come and swallowed, trying not to allow any to flow out of her mouth.

  “Oh, Maggie, you’re so sweet,” Al said. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

  Her voice ragged, she said, “If you’ve got protection.”

  “I always come prepared.” He obviously enjoyed sex immensely and his laugh was infectious. “And I’m always prepared to come.”

  Maggie heard the familiar sound of ripping foil and then her cunt was filled. “You feel so good,” she said as his thrusts drove her upward toward a second orgasm.

  Josh idly played with her nipples as Al drove his cock into her again and again. As Al threw his head back and rammed into her one final time, Josh pi
nched both her nipples and she came again.

  Maggie returned to the present, opened her eyes and gazed at Ellen. “I don’t think you’re ready for the gory details just yet so let’s just say that I got enormous pleasure from his fingers inside me and from his magnificent mouth and tongue. When Josh climbed onto the ledge I indulged in my love of fellatio while the other guy fucked me senseless. What a kick. Two men spurting at almost the same time, one in my mouth and one inside my pussy. It was great.”

  “Wow,” Ellen said, her mind whirling. It wasn’t just what Maggie had done, it was also her comfort level with it all. She made no excuses and Ellen realized that none were necessary. She obviously had delighted in it all. Listening to Maggie, Ellen was understanding more and more. “It sounds like quite an evening.”

  “Actually there was a lot more,” Maggie said, “but I’ll bet it’s late enough to get going.”

  Ellen looked at her watch. “Holy cow. It’s after ten.”

  Maggie grabbed the two cups and put them in the sink. “Let’s do it.”

  “Where do we begin?”

  “Let’s see whether we can get you an appointment with a new stylist I found on my last assignment.” She gave Ellen the phone number. “Ask for Ashley. She’s a whiz with hair and makeup.” When, due to a fortunate cancellation, Ellen had gotten an appointment for that afternoon, Maggie continued, “I think we should start with clothes.”

  “What are we buying?” Ellen asked, wondering in what way her wardrobe was insufficient.

  “We’re getting you a few things that make you feel like the woman I think you can become, a combination of worldly and curious.”

  “Worldly and curious. Can clothes say that?”

  “It’s the attitude that matters more than the wrapping but some new duds will certainly help.” Maggie grabbed Ellen’s purse and tossed it to her. “Let’s do some really serious damage to your credit card.”

  “Okay. You’re the boss.”

  “One thing,” Maggie said, grabbing her jacket. “Remember that you’re the only one who can see or hear me. Be a bit careful or you’ll end up at Bellevue for observation.”

  Ellen laughed. “Will do.”

  Chapter

  6

  Ellen and Maggie walked out into the crisp early fall air of Manhattan. They wandered past shop windows that displayed clothes of all kinds. Each time Ellen indicated something she liked, Maggie sneered. Wimpy and pastel became her favorite words. Finally they stopped outside a small boutique in the East Sixties. “I used to shop here often when I was alive,” Maggie said. “Great stuff.” She pushed open the door and Ellen hurried in behind her.

  “Good morning, madam,” a woman said as she stepped out from behind a rack of blouses. It was all Ellen could do not to gasp. The woman looked to be in her late sixties, with marshmallow-white hair and pale blue eyes. It was obvious that she had been a startlingly beautiful woman and even now she was stunning. Her attire, on the other hand, bordered on bizarre. She was wearing a chartreuse cotton jacket with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows over a cinnamon-and-teal patterned blouse and tailored red slacks. Ellen looked down and found herself staring at a pair of iridescent green sneakers. The woman lifted one foot and wiggled it at the ankle. “Don’t you just love them?” she said. “I have tennis shoes to go with almost every outfit. I think it’s just too kicky.”

  “I guess I should have warned you about Flora,” Maggie said. “She’s a character and her mode of dress certainly is bizarre, but she’s got a great eye for style on other people.”

  “Can I show you something specific or are you just browsing?” Flora asked.

  “Well, Flora, I’m just looking for now.”

  Flora’s head snapped around. “How did you know my name?”

  “Oh,” Ellen said, realizing her mistake. “I had a friend who used to shop here. When I found myself in town, I thought I’d drop in.”

  “Oh yes? It’s nice to have someone recommend my little establishment. What is your friend’s name?”

  “Her name’s Maggie. I mean her name was Maggie.”

  “Oh, Maggie Sullivan. One of my best customers. What a tragedy. She was so young when she died.”

  Ellen gazed at Maggie whose expression was unreadable. “Yes, it was, wasn’t it.” It was so hard to reconcile the Maggie who stood beside her with the woman who had died four years before. Without realizing how awkward the moment was, Flora bustled to a rack of dresses. “I know you said you were just looking, but can I direct you to something more specific? Dresses, suits, blouses? You’re a size twelve, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, a twelve.” Soto voce she asked Maggie, “What am I looking for?”

  “Anything that’s not insipid.”

  “I can’t tell her that.”

  “Just look around and I’ll tell you what to try on.”

  To Flora, Ellen said, “I’m looking for something new and different from what I usually wear.”

  “And what is that, if I may ask?”

  She considered only a moment. “Well, my friends tell me I’m too pastel, that I need bright colors and some bold prints.”

  “Bravo!” Maggie said, loudly.

  “With your coloring, something bright should look really great. Let’s see what I’ve got.”

  In just a few minutes, Flora and Maggie had helped Ellen select several looks, each totally different from anything Ellen had ever worn. “I don’t know whether I can do this,” Ellen said, walking out of the shop’s dressing room in a pair of bright red slacks with a white shirt with a wide red stripe and a gold vest. The outfit was held together with a red, gold, and white scarf artfully tied around her throat. “Wonderful,” Flora and Maggie said in unison.

  For almost an hour, Ellen tried on dresses, pantsuits, and blouses until she had five outfits set aside. She changed back into the first pants ensemble and, in a daze, fumbled in her purse for her wallet. As she pulled out her credit card, Flora said, “If you’ll pardon me for saying it, you really need at least one pair of shoes and a matching bag to go with all this.”

  “You need new underwear, too,” Maggie said. “Enough K-mart specials.”

  Ellen glared at Maggie who had kept up a running conversation, making it difficult for Ellen to respond without appearing to talk to thin air. “I know,” Ellen said to Flora and Maggie simultaneously. “I feel like an old house. You change one thing, recover one chair, and everything else looks shabby.”

  “You don’t look shabby at all,” Flora said. “You look bright, shiny, and new. Very chic. And remember that everything you’ve gotten is a classic. With different accessories, they each will last for years. Very practical.”

  Ellen grinned. “Thanks. It will all take a bit of getting used to.”

  “You think this is something,” Maggie said, “just you wait until Ashley gets her hands and scissors on you.”

  Maggie accompanied Ellen to Michael’s, an exclusive-looking salon in the theater district. The interior was all done in red-and-black patchwork, with black sinks and chairs and operators dressed in patchwork smocks and black pants. “I have an appointment with Ashley,” Ellen said to the receptionist, a seemingly natural blonde with a perfect face that couldn’t be re-created by any means except the right genes.

  “You’re Ellen, of course. Ashley will be right with you. Can I take your packages?” She put Ellen’s packages in a locker, hung up her new vest, then pressed a hidden button. It was only a moment before a tall, slender woman appeared in the salon uniform.

  “Look at Ashley,” Maggie said as the woman in her midthirties approached. “She’s not a particularly attractive woman, but she’s a whiz with makeup and she’s done her hair in a style that brings out her best features. That’s what we want for you.”

  Ashley smiled and held out her hand. “Welcome. Follow me.”

  Ellen shook the woman’s hand, then followed Ashley to an operator’s station and settled into the chair. “Okay,” Ashley said, “what can I
do for you?”

  “I’m not really sure,” Ellen said, ruefully. “I just got some new clothes and I guess I want to look worthy of them.”

  “Okay,” Ashley said studying Ellen’s face in the mirror. “Do you have anything specific in mind? Cut? Curl? Color?”

  “I’m honest enough with myself to admit that I’m not an attractive woman. I guess I didn’t pick my parents too well. I don’t know what you can do with what I’ve got to work with.”

  “Okay. Let’s take a look.” Ashley ran her fingers through Ellen’s fine hair and rubbed a strand between her fingers. Then she lifted Ellen’s chin and moved it left and right, staring critically at her face. “Good bones. I love the green eyes with your ivory skin. Difficult hair as it is now, very straight and very fine, but we can work with that. Small nose, generous, quite sexy mouth.”

  Ellen stared in the mirror at her mouth. It was just an ordinary mouth with ordinary lips. “Sexy mouth?”

  “That slightly pouty lower lip is great. I would use a slightly lighter color lipstick in the center of your lower lip than you use on the rest of your mouth.”

  “Really?” Ellen asked, still staring.

  Ashley seemed not to have heard. “I would do dangling earrings. Your face can’t take big round ones but slender hanging ones will accentuate your cheekbones.” She peered at Ellen’s face and hair then crossed her arms and leaned against the counter. “How brave are you?”

  “Very!” Maggie yelled from behind Ellen’s chair.

  “Not very I’m afraid,” Ellen said.

  “Ellen,” Maggie warned, “you promised.”

  “I did not,” Ellen said.

  “Excuse me?” Ashley said, obviously puzzled by Ellen’s comment.

  “Nothing. What would you suggest?”

  “If you’re feeling brave, I would go darker with the hair. Deep brown to show off your skin and eyes.”

  “Darker?”

  “Yup. I would also give it a slight body wave and cut it short so it surrounds your face, but doesn’t bury it.” She got a hairstyle magazine and found a picture of the style she had in mind. “It won’t be a dramatic change and I promise that it won’t make you uncomfortable. You’ll just look like a well retouched picture of yourself.”