Open House Ch. 08

I stop motionless in the closet as I process the find. Images of Tina flood back to me. Instantly her finger is in my mouth again and I'm attempting to find a way to somehow merge with her being. Then I remember John, and see them together. The overlapping imagery causes a dizzying swirl of arousal and nervous anticipation that I feel I almost cannot bear. I think about Tina's body and what it may be that John is drawn to. My body is objectively equally attractive. In fact I think my breasts are larger than Tina's. But John is drawn to her still. And that's because it's not just her body. It's... something else. Her essence. I don't know, but I long to both embody it and possess it.

I think for a moment as I twist Tina's panties through my fingers. Then, after I look out of the closet to reassure myself that I am alone, I remove my bra and underwear and begin to step into Tina's panties. I'm not sure why but I move delicately and slow. It feels like a ritual, and simply stepping into them sends a tingle of forbidden pleasure through my body. I am aroused, but also conscious of a sense of empowerment. In this moment I can become something new. Even if it's fleeting, I can... try it on. I can try on Tina. Or her essence at least. I allow my mind to be consumed by the arousal and actively suppress all other thoughts. As I slide the panties up my body I breathe in an invigorating sense of confidence and sensuality. My skin prickles with warmth and my nipples tighten with firmness. I draw her panties up to my crotch, snug them over my ass and feel overcome with a loss of sense of self. I feel like I have allowed myself to become someone else. Not Tina, but me rewritten with the essence of her. In our closet mirror I catch my form and trace the panties with my hands - rubbing over my pussy and around my ass. My nipples are fully erect and I long for something touching them. I search my rarely visited intimate drawer for ideas and find a sheer camisole that I slide over me. It hangs loose off my breasts causing every move to amplify my arousal. I turn to leave and see my heels, stepping into them to finish the look. And, as my body rises into them I feel complete erotic elation.

I exit my closet with complete confidence with an elegant stride I have never before achieved, and pause in the full bedroom mirror. The woman I see is not someone I know. My hair flows rough and tumble over my shoulders. My posture is long and graceful, and my legs strike a powerful stance. I rub my hands across my stomach and down to my pussy. It is wet with arousal and I lean my head back, closing my eyes to sink into the feeling. I use my mental imagery to place Tina on the floor in front of me. She is on her knees and as I move my fingers across the wet folds of my pussy I see her pleasuring me with her mouth. My hand is on her head and I move her as I wish. The image is powerful, but momentary, and I am now flush with desire. I think of John, and want his attention. I want him to look at me the way I saw him look at Tina.

I exit the bedroom and move with runway model grace down the hall to John's office. He has large open windows that face the front of the house and the blinds are open. He sits at his computer with a side lamp on allowing anyone outside in the night to see in plainly. But my modest persona has temporarily evaporated and I instead imagine for a moment how our second floor windows must seem like a movie screen, with me the actress. John hears me enter and as he looks at me I see his eyes widen into a look of astonishment. I stand like Wonder Woman just inside the doorway and tussle my hair with my hand without saying a word.

"Holy shit, babe!" John says, pushing himself back from the desk.

My heels slowly click across the wood floor of his office as I walk to him, push him back, and stand between his legs.

"Mmmm" he purrs.

I look at Johns eyes and see the desire I've been yearning for. I raise my hands up into my hair, tumbling it around atop my head and feel Johns eyes searching all over my sensitive body. John places his hands on my ass and slowly roams over the lace of my panties - softly palming my cheeks and using his fingers to feel the intricate designs in the lace. He moves his hands around my narrow waist and up across my smooth stomach, causing me to quiver as I fold my arms above my head. His hands move up to my breasts and his big strong hands consume them both forcefully, causing me to lose composure and drop towards him. I lower myself in front of him, running my hands down his body until I reach his already rigid cock. As I unzip his pants John places his hands on my face, gently rubbing my cheeks, then slowly moving to my ears and then into my long brown hair. I tug on his underwear to expose his throbbing cock, and take hold of it gently. As I move my mouth to it I look up at John and feel a surge of pleasure as I see the eye's of a predator. His hands are on my head and his eyes burn intensely into me. I use my tongue at first, gently moving around his shaft as I hold it at the base - never breaking eye contact. John's intensity increases and I feel his grip tighten. I feel so powerful and seen in this moment, and enjoy the effect I am having over him. He could toss me down and take me at any moment, but he instead languishes in this erotic restraint, allowing me to explore him as I wish.

I take John fully into my mouth and hear him moan as he slides down in his chair. John's fingers push into my hair and lock tightly, squeezing my head. I can feel the struggle he faces as he instinctively forces his cock deep into my throat, but then relaxes allowing me to move as I wish. His cock is slippery and warm in my mouth and I can feel his heartbeat as it throbs. My pussy is wet with arousal and I reach down to rub it, jolting me with pleasure. I slowly increase the speed of the bobbing of my head, sucking hard and releasing as I do. John's body wretches and he fights to allow my free movement as I feel his hands tighten in my hair. I can tell he is about to climax and feel him force me further onto his cock. I instinctively relax my body as I feel John pull me hard into him and cum into my throat. I am momentarily at his mercy and the sounds of his pleasure are immensely satisfying.

John relaxes his grip and I feel his body slump in his chair, drained and exhausted. Now able to move I slowly slip off of him, sucking gently as I go. I stand before him to catch my breath and smooth a finger around to clear the wetness from my lips.

John lays back completely satisfied and breathless. "Oh my god... babe... that was amazing. I'm sorry... I can't do more. I owe you."

I lean in close and put my hands on his chest. "Let's not keep score," I say and give him a sensual kiss. Then I stand and exit as I entered saying, "I'm taking a shower." I am still drunk on my arousal and rub my breasts as I walk down the hallway. I have to find a release. In the bathroom I close the door and look at myself in the mirror. I look hot and aroused and I firmly pinch my nipples and rub my hands down my panties and over my wet pussy. I am enjoying this new persona so much that I think how could I hold onto this feeling. But I must have release. I place a towel on the toilet lid and sit down on it, pulling down my panties. As I do I look at them again and immediately see Tina. She is between my legs pushing them apart. I use my hand to rub my clit, and as my finger enters my vagina I feel her tongue push into me. As I work with harder and harder effort I can barely contain my position and muffle my moans by biting my lip. Almost at climax I see Tina standing above me, looking me directly in the eyes as she uses her fingers to bring me to climax. I convulse harder than I can remember in a long time and quietly shiver as I close my eyes and allow the chemicals to flood my body with ecstasy. When I am finally able to relax I open my eyes to see the panties have fallen to the floor. A softness comes over me and I feel once again comfortable and fulfilled. What was that?! I ask myself as I wonder if what I remember actually just happened. Quietly I catch my breath and start the shower. I turn to give myself one last glimpse into the mirror, but now I see someone different... a happy, confident, fulfilled... Becca. But inside I can tell something has changed. I bend down to retrieve Tina's wet panties from the floor and think to myself how I will definitely be returning to these and what they represent. John and Tina's connection has awakened something in me, and I feel like she has only just begun to emerge.

Suddenly I hear John call to me from outside the bathroom. "Hey Becca. I have to go out for a bit."

"What, why?" I say as I crack the door open to address him.

"Oh, Alex has car trouble of some kind. I'm sure it's nothing," he says, traveling down the stairs.

"John, you don't know how to fix cars. What are you going to do?"

"Hey, I know a little. But anyway I'm probably just giving him a ride back. I'll call you when I know." And with that he hits the foyer and bolts.

Holy shit. Is this really happening now?