Info sandstorm
11 Jan. '16

I walked down the street, kicking a rock ahead of me, and sighed, squinting at the setting sun. I was bored. I mean, my life was good- Had a job I loved, a great family, and even though it's true that I married too young, I had a husband that took care of me and loved me. We had been best friends since elementary, sweethearts since junior high, and had gotten married right out of high school. I loved him too, very much- except that I was bored. And horny. Good god, was I horny. Sex with him was ok, I mean, he was good at what he did, there was just no excitement in it. He never wanted to try anything new. He was a good ol' boy from a small farming town, he had his ideas about how things should be done, and he stuck with it. I was from that same place, but I just...needed more. Unfortunately, I knew that would mean divorcing my husband, leaving my family behind, and heading to the big city. That was just something I was not willing to do. I had it good here, and I didn't want to lose what I had, I just needed...more. I was 21 years old, for heavens' sakes! When did I get to have my wild, rebellious times? But there wasn't anything more here. Same Ol' people, same Ol' things, day after day.

I sighed again, kicked the rock harder, and it went skidding across the road. I followed it with my eyes and saw it bump into a bright pink and black converse sneaker with leopard print accents. I raised my eyes as the girl bent down to pick it up. I had never seen her before- or anyone like her, for that matter. She certainly didn't look like she was from around here. Her blond hair was done into small dreadlocks, the top half pulled back into a messy bun, the bottom half cascading around her shoulders. A few of her dreads were dyed different colors, and a hot pink one curled near the side of her face. She tossed the rock into the air and caught it, and then her ice blue eyes met mine, and she smiled, adorable dimples appearing on both cheeks. My eyes continued downwards, taking her in. I knew I was being rude, but I couldn't help it. She had a tight black tank top that was cut off just above her belly button, and barely containing her ample breasts at the top. There was a tattoo that matched the accent of her shoes that started on one side of her chest, and wrapped around her arm to the back. Her hip hugger jeans showed the cut of her pelvis, where I saw the tip of another tattoo, and I found myself wondering what the rest looked like. She was...Well, she was gorgeous. Very intriguing. I felt captivated, and embarrassed, because I didn't know what to say now that I had made it awkward by standing in the middle of the road, looking her up and down. I had certainly never looked at another girl like this before, either.

"Did you lose something?" She asked, still smiling at me, holding out the rock. "Oh, no-no, sorry, I-I didn't mean to kick that at you, I was just umm..." I felt like burying my head and hiding. Why was I stuttering so much? Why was I so terribly nervous?

She laughed. "You must be pretty bored if you're kicking rocks for fun. What's your name?"

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Jane. I'm Jane."

She walked up to me, and I expected her to shake my hand, but instead, she pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me, hugging me tight. I was shocked, but hugged her back, because I wasn't sure what else to do. I felt a sort of tingle run through my body as if her very touch were electrifying. She released me and backed up, but only a few inches and her hands slid down my arms until she was holding mine. "I'm Layla. It's great to meet you."

“Um, hi,” I said, still trying to get myself together. “You- you’re new around here. I mean, I haven’t seen you before.”

“Yes, I’m just passing through. So, tell me, Jane, why is a beautiful girl like you kicking rocks down a dusty street?”

I looked down at myself and blushed. “Beautiful? I don’t think- I mean, I’m not-“

“You’re not what? Look at your face. You’re angelic.”

I laughed. “I’m in an old t-shirt and jeans.”

“If you don’t feel beautiful in what you’re wearing, why are you wearing it? I’m pretty much in a t-shirt and jeans, too, but you think I’m beautiful, don’t you?”

I nodded, embarrassed, but for some reason, I felt that I couldn’t lie to this girl. She was just too… Well, she was just everything.

“Come on. Let’s fix how you feel.”

She took my hand, intertwining my fingers in hers, and led me down the road. We came to an old shed behind the factory, closed for years. “What are we doing here?”

She laughed. “Do you trust me? I can show you things you didn’t know were possible. But, if you’re too scared, you can go back to kicking rocks…”

I had no idea what was going on. I should have left; I shouldn’t go into an abandoned shed with some strange girl. But, I didn’t want anything else. I wanted to follow her wherever she would take me.

She led me into the shed, but, it wasn’t a shed. It was a bedroom. A sexy bedroom- with animal prints and red tinted light, candles, the works. “How in the-” I began, but she pressed a finger to my lips. “I told you- things you didn’t know were possible. Now, let’s get you into something that makes you feel beautiful.”

She looked me in the eyes as she pulled my shirt over my head. My heart began to beat faster. She stepped close to me, undoing the button on my jeans, and her breath smelled like sweet watermelon. She helped me out of my pants and shoes, then turned me to face a large mirror. “See? Gorgeous,” she said, standing close behind me, her fingers lightly on my shoulders. I still didn’t see what she said she saw. She examined my face in the mirror, then said, “OK, how about this?”

She stepped around in front of me and took my face in her hands. I stood there, clothed only in my bra and underwear, feeling vulnerable, having no idea what would happen next, but excited like I was on a crazy roller coaster that could plunge and flip at any moment. She smiled and bit her lip, her face only mere inches away. Finally, she brought her lips to mine, and her kiss was so soft, so sweet, and I felt that electric tingle again, only stronger this time. She pulled away and went down on her knees in front of me. “Look at yourself, Jane. You are incredible and sexy. Look in the mirror.” She said this as she slid my panties down and pulled them off. My breathing got heavy in anticipation as I did what she said. I felt her tongue slide in between my lips and caress me, and I closed my eyes and moaned.

“Uh-uh, bad girl. Keep your eyes open. Look how sexy you are.”

I gazed at myself in the mirror, her head in between my legs. My mouth was slightly open, and I moaned as she kissed me there. I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself in the pleasure, but I kept looking. My legs began shaking, and I placed my hand on the back of her head as she grabbed my butt and squeezed, burying her face deeper. As the passion increased, I realized I was getting more and more turned on, not only at what she was doing but at the sight of us in the mirror. I watched as my breasts heaved, the way I licked my lips as I cried out in pleasure- and, for the first time in my life, I saw myself orgasm. I had both hands on her head now, fighting to stay standing as she licked up every drop, my body convulsing as the climax rocked me. She stepped away from me and smiled. “See? You are incredibly sexy. Now, let’s see if we can find you something to wear that’s as sexy as you are. I’m going to take you somewhere special.”

I fell back on the bed, my body still exhilarated, and tried to catch my breath. I didn’t even know what was happening. I had just had a sexual experience with a woman, which I had never even considered before. I had only ever been with my husband. I was in this magnificent bedroom that couldn’t possibly exist inside the shed we walked into, it was much too big… I had no idea what was going on.

Layla looked back at me scanning the room and laughed. “What’s the matter, you don’t believe in magic?”


“You didn’t think I lived in a shed, did you?”

“I- I don’t know what I thought. How- why is- what…”

She laughed again. “Sometimes things exist outside of your understanding. Sometimes there is more- right below the surface- that you’d never even know how to find if someone didn’t show you. Don’t think too much about it, I have much more to show you. Now, come here and try this on.” She held up a leather miniskirt.

“There’s no way I can wear that. Everyone I know will see me. Don’t you know how small this town is?”

She shook her head. “We’re not going where anyone you know is. Stop worrying so much.”

I looked into her eyes, and I realized I didn’t care at all. I was enthralled by all of it, and I wanted more. I stood up and took the miniskirt and slid it on, impressed by the way my butt looked in it. Wow- that was new, I didn’t usually admire myself in the mirror.

“I like it,” I said as I smiled at her.

“This will go great with it.” She handed me a loose off the shoulder top, and she was right. I looked sexy as hell.

“The finishing touch,” she said as she held a pair of red pumps out to me.

Wow. I would never in a million years have worn something like this, I thought. Where would I wear it to? The corner store? I wonder if my husband would like it…

“Are you ready?” Layla asked me and held out her hand. I started to ask where we were going, but one look in her blue eyes, and I realized I didn’t care. Magic…

She opened a back door, and we stepped through.

“What- what is this? How?”

We were not back outside in my hometown. This place was different. It almost resembled my town, with the dusty roads and older buildings, but not actually. I didn’t know this place. How was this possible, that we had traveled somewhere else?

I allowed Layla to pull me down the road while I looked around in wonder. We came to a house with a big front porch, and she opened the door. I stepped in tentatively and saw an overstuffed couch with about seven people on it all cuddled up to each other.

“Hey guys, this is Jane, she’s new.”

“Hey, Jane!” They all said, smiling, and a few of them got up to hug me.

“I don’t- I don’t understand what this place is.”

One of the girls smiled and put her arm around me. “I know, it can throw you off when you first get here. This place is where your dreams come true. All of us were unhappy, for some reason. Now, this doesn’t solve any problems in the real world, but a lot of us have found that what we experience here gives us the courage to make the changes necessary to become happy in real life. And if, for some reason, that’s not possible, you can always come here to do what you want. It’s different here for everyone. None of us are seeing the same things, and as your desires change, so will this place, for you.”

I must have had a completely bewildered look on my face because she laughed and patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean eventually. Now, have some fun!”

I looked over at Layla, who was now sitting on one of the guy’s laps, laughing at some joke, he had told her. I looked around, not sure what to do when I saw someone emerging from a back hallway. I think my mouth dropped open. He was one of the most beautiful specimens I had ever seen. Smooth chocolate skin, tall, and muscular, with light hazel eyes that caught me and rendered me speechless. He smiled at me, and it was a beautiful smile, his white teeth glistening.

“Hey, beautiful,” He said in a Caribbean accent. “You’re new, yes?”

I nodded, not wanting to speak because I knew an embarrassing train of stutters would fall out.

“Ah, you are still taking it all in, I see. Would you like to have a cocktail with me?”

I looked over at Layla and saw her grinning at me. She nodded and shooed me away playfully. I looked back to see he was holding his arm out for me, and I hesitated a moment but took it. He led me towards the back of the house, and opened a door that I would have thought was a bedroom, but as he did, it seemed to change somehow, and we were walking into a nightclub. A security guard at a podium stamped the inside of my wrist and ushered us in.

I looked around my mouth agape. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. He led me to the bar and helped me onto the stool. I was still looking around, taking it all in. We were in a huge club, flashing lights synchronized with the pulsating beat, people laughing and drinking, couples pulsating on the dance floor. My eyes came back to him, and I found him staring at me intently. I blushed. “What?” I asked, laughing nervously.

“I’m sorry, you’re just stunning.”

Well, that didn’t help my blush one bit. He shook his head. “You don’t even know it, do you? You think I’m just flattering you. Not right, miss. A woman like you should be reminded daily, just how beautiful she is. What is your name?”

“Jane. Just Jane.”

“Jane. A beautifully classic name for such a goddess as yourself. I am King.”

King? Strange name, but it fit him. He looked like royalty, with his broad shoulders, strong facial features, the confident way he carried himself.

“Cheers,” he said, and lifted a glass.

“Oh, I don’t-” I began to say, until I looked in front of me and saw a glass filled with green liquid.

“Apple Martini,” the bartender said, and winked.

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to try one of these.”

“Why haven’t you?” King asked.

“I don’t know, I just…We never go places. I’ve never even been to a nightclub before. The closest I’ve come is the one bar in my town on my birthday.”

“Who is we?”

“Oh, um… I’m married. I meant my husband and me.”

“Have you told him that you wanted to try an apple martini?”

“Well, no… I guess I haven’t. He isn’t the fancy drink type. He’d probably just laugh at me and get me a wine cooler or something.”

King chuckled. “I would tell you that you should be with a man that will provide for your needs, but I would be being hypocritical. I, too, am married, and I love my wife, very much. But, she and I have different views on life. Where I am from, it is very traditional. She has been there her whole life, with no desire to leave. I love it there, but I spent my college years in Amsterdam, and I experienced things that would never be allowed in my home. She and I were happy once, young in love, and amorous. Now, we have had six children, and she no longer has any sexual desire for me. She says the only reason to have sex is to conceive children, and since we have decided not to have more children, she no longer allows me to touch her. We live in a home with our kids and her mother. There are no exciting times, at all. As I said, I love her, we have a real life together, and she is an amazing mother to our children, but I need physical affection. The only problem is that the only reason I know about this place is because she found it. To her, this place is a spa, somewhere to be pampered and get a break from the children. I think she knows why I come here. She doesn’t say anything about it because our culture would not accept such a thing, and I try to be respectful by not letting her see it. This place is fantastic, though, did you know that almost no time passes in the real world while you are here? I haven’t figured out exactly how it works, but I once spent a whole night here and was gone barely an hour from home. So, while I am sharing my body with another, and fulfilling my needs, I am taking no time away from her or my children.”

I felt enraptured by his accent, his voice flowing smoothly into my ears like velvet, his story so much like mine, being married to someone you loved but needing more. And the fact that I could be here without being missed at home? Here must be Heaven. And, if this was Heaven, he was surely an angel, because he was truly divine. I don’t know whether it was the apple martinis or the surreal experience, but I suddenly found myself leaning forward and kissing him. He tasted like freedom. He energized, and excited me. We ordered more drinks, laughed, danced- I even tried out the pole that was on a platform in the middle of the dance floor. I had never had a night like this, never felt so wild and free, and I was beaming with happiness. A slow, sexy R&B song came on, and we were on the dance floor, moving together, the heat rising between us. His hands ran down my back and over my butt, his long fingers caressing me, and it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I had forgotten to put my panties back on in Layla’s bedroom. The realization made me catch my breath, and I felt exposed, naughty…and I liked it. I pressed myself closer to him, and he leaned down to kiss me. Soon, we were all over each other, and I felt him, hard beneath his pants, and his hand slipped under my skirt and felt my wetness. He moaned into my ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. I nodded, and he led me towards a side door. He pushed on the bar to open one side, and suddenly pushed me up against the closed side of the door, his arm holding me there as he leaned outside. I opened my mouth to ask what the heck was going on when I heard a woman’s voice.

“Oh, hello, husband. I didn’t know you were here also. I was just going to get a foot massage, the children ran me ragged today, but I will go back home, I don’t want to disturb you.”

I was nervous as hell, and about to bolt, but he held me firm and patted me on my hip as if to let me know it was ok. Then, his hand slipped beneath my skirt, and suddenly his long fingers were inside me, moving slowly in and out. I gasped and grabbed his arm, but he didn’t stop.

“Yes, what a pleasant surprise to open the door just as you walked by! You deserve a massage, my love. You go, I will be home shortly with the children. It will only be a moment to them. They are sleeping, yes? And your mother?”

His voice was calm while I was biting my lip and trying to be silent and still though I knew there was no way she would hear me over the music from the club. Still, I was kind of freaking out. Not only was his wife right on the other side of this door, but there were also people RIGHT THERE, on the dance floor, at tables, sitting in booths. I’m sure someone could see us. But he made me feel so damn good, I didn’t stop him. I looked around frantically, and that’s when I saw it. We weren’t the only ones getting hot and heavy. There was a booth of 3 people, and if King was on 3rd base with me, they just hit a home run in the World Series. She was straddling one man, moving quickly up and down, while she leaned over and had another man in her mouth. I was shocked at the sight, but as I looked around, I realized there were quite a few people in various stages of copulation.

“Yes, they are all sleeping. Are you sure it’s alright? I don’t mind-” I heard her saying, but I was barely listening anymore. My eyes flitted back and forth between all the sex happening around me, and I locked eyes with an exotic looking woman that was bent over, getting pounded from behind. The connection excited me, and I felt myself gush a bit. I spread my legs a bit further grinding against his hand, as he assured her that it was fine, he would go home shortly, and that she should take her time and enjoy herself. He was so kind, it amazed me that she wasn’t insatiable around him, but I was glad she wouldn’t give him what he needed because I had no doubt that if she satisfied him, he wouldn’t be here. And I was sure glad he was here, as I felt his fingers push deep inside me.

He bid her farewell and watched out the door as she walked away for a moment. Then, he shut the door, and he was on me, lifting me up against the door, frantically undoing his pants. “God, you turn me on so much, woman. I could barely hold my composure,” he said breathlessly. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my lips to his, sucking on his tongue. He finally freed himself of his pants, and he entered me, right there in the club, my back against the cold steel of the door. I cried out as he went deep inside me. He was huge, bigger than I had ever imagined. I was stretched tight around him, and I threw my head back, grabbing onto the wall for support. He held me up with one hand, his fingers at the entrance to my forbidden entrance, teasing me, while he used the other hand to lift my shirt and bra, and took my breast in his mouth. He nibbled at my nipple, sucking in air around his teeth, the cool rush making my nipple rock hard. He moved to the other, his tongue caressing me, licking and biting and sucking, back and forth, until the pain of his enormity inside me turned to pleasure, and I was rocking against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began moving up and down, biting his neck through my love sounds. He slid his finger into the back of me, and my eyes flew open in surprise as I instantly exploded all over him. I was screaming out, and I looked forward to seeing the woman again, staring at me while she came too, her hands gripping the edge of her booth tight as she saw King slamming into me over and over.

“Oh my God!” I called out, overwhelmed by all the stimuli, the scene of her getting off on watching us, the amazing music, the bass vibrating through my body as my orgasm rocked me, the feel of him getting harder as I clenched and unclenched his manhood.

The one finger inside me became two, and I felt stuffed full in both holes, and I couldn’t believe I was still cumming, everything he did, amplified it. He gripped me harder with the other hand, biting into my neck gently as he came, and at that moment, he expanded in size even further, and I screamed out. I collapsed against him, completely spent and unable to move. I felt high, even past all the liquor making my head swim. He set me down gently, and kissed me. There wasn’t much else to say- we fondly bid each other farewell, and he made me promise to try to visit him the same time next week. I barely remembered stumbling my way back to Layla’s room to change into my clothes before making my way home.

I woke the next morning naked in my bed, smiling and remembering the amazing dream. I had never had a dream that realistic, but that’s what it had to be, right? I moaned gently, remembering the feeling of Layla’s touch, and King inside me. I had phantom feelings of his teeth on my neck and soreness where he had stretched me to my limits. I could even still taste the apple martinis. What a crazy fantasy.

“Good morning, babe, you were knocked out when I got home from work! You must have been mighty tired; you never fall asleep that early.” My husband said. I opened my eyes and smiled, rolling over to kiss his cheek. “Yeah, I must have been.”

I reached up to caress his cheek, and saw the stamp, still there on the inside of my wrist.