Sketchy’ Fantasy World
Fantasy #2 – Baby Oil
“Put this jacket in the lost and found,” One of the bartenders at Crash said.
Sketchy looked up and saw the small leather jacket. “Dude, that’s my friend Max’s jacket.”
The Bartender shrugged and handed the jacket to Sketchy.
Having nothing better to do, Sketchy went to Max’s apartment to give her her jacket back. When he arrived at her appartment door he started to knock but then he heard laughter.
“Kiss me there,” a voice said playfully – Original Cindy’s voice.
“Don’t play with me girl,” Max’s voice responded. “There will be plenty of time for that later.
Sketchy creeped closer to the door to listen in. The door cracked a bit. He peaked in and saw a nude Original Cindy stretched out on the floor on a blanket as Max rubbed Baby Oil down her body. Max, herself was wearing a robe that barely covered her beautiful shape.
Sketchy nearly fell down where he stood. But he knew if he made a sound they might stop and he didn’t want that. He continued to watch, facinated.
“Turn over,” Max said. Sketchy lost the ability to speak as Original Cindy turned over displaying her perfect brown body to the world. Sketcy’s mouth began to water as he stared at her beautiful body.
“Do you know how beatiful you are?” Max asked as the fluid dripped from the bottle onto the other woman’s body and she slowly began to massage it into the woman’s skin.
“Not half as beautiful as you boo,” OC said reaching for Max’s leg and allowing her hand to glide up to her thigh, haphazardly causing the robe to fall part of the way off.
“No, just as beautiful as me,” Max said leaning over Original Cindy and placing a soft kiss on her stomach. “That’s why we’re so perfect together.”
Max readjusted herself so she could spread the oil down Cindy’s legs and Original Cindy let her hand glide over Max’s behind.
“You’re so soft boo,” Original Cindy said carressing Max’s backside.
“And you’re so wet,” Max said allowing her hand to slip over Cindy’s secret spot and travel deep inside. “You feel so good,” Max said.
“You make me feel so good,” Original Cindy replied.
Max leaned down and kissed Original Cindy, then moved to her wet pleasure center.
Sketchy, still watching, fumbled with his pants, he had to get to his erection. He was afraid to breath, but he had to take care of this.
He watched Max spread Original Cindy’s legs to give herself access. She kissed her there, took deep taste and then a light taste of her delicious lover. All the while Cindy begged for more and Max gave her more, driving her lover higher and higher.
Sketchy tried to keep a hold on his senses from his view point outside the door.
He heard Cindy scream “Oh God” as her body shuddered with release.
Her scream was echoed by Sketchy who reached his own breaking point.
He woke up soaked.
His bed was partly wet from sweat, partly from — well something else. It was almost time to go to work, damn. How was he going to face Original Cindy and Max after that dream? He looked across the room and saw Max’s Jacket sitting on a chair.
It was just a dream, wasn’t it?
