My head was a little fuzzy from the weekend. As I woke up feeling a little under the weather I became more and more aware that I was in my own bed, home again. The lingering feeling in my body was enough to remind me that the weekend was not a dream, though even a dream could not have been better. In fact, from the first moments of conscious morning thoughts I accepted my condition as a souvenir from a dream gone by. When I finally opened my eyes I was nearly blinded by the bright sunshine that came in through the picture window and sliding glass door that leads to my balcony.

The bright sunshine combined with the primarily white decor of my room made for a beautiful, open, and airy environment, but one which requires your eyes few minutes to become accustom to on such a sunny day. This was clearly a day made for rest, one which did not include the normal ritual of work. Today the office would have to survive without me.

It is easy to rationalize my actions.

"I don't do my best work when Ipm not feeling well anyway", I thought to myself, "especially when it is so beautiful right here in my bedroom.

" One quick call to the office to tell them I am not coming in and then I can begin to enjoy more productive and interesting thoughts, like, how will I fill my day later when I wake up feeling more rested? As I hang up the phone and forget about what a normal Monday is like I roll out from beneath the comfort of my layers of linens, and head toward the bathroom. On the way there I decide that the warmth of the sun has made the temperature comfortable without the short, oversized, flannel gown I was wearing. Yes, I decide, I will remove it prior to getting back into bed. After all it is more comfortable to lye beneath the linens without the gown, and with the gown it would be too warm. On the return trip back to my bed I lift the gown over my head and toss it on the chair in the dressing area. It is there that I saw my reflection in the mirror and thought to myself that I looked pretty good in a white lacy thong?and nothing else but the colorful butterfly tattoo just to the right of the lace that was just barely covering my trimmed pubic region.

The tattoo was a reminded of another weekend, long ago, which was just as glorious as the one just passed.

I could only smile at the memories of it as I touched the colorful wings of the butterfly memory. "Back to bed", I thought, as I noticed my nipples begin to harden. The sun is bright and warm, but it is still a bit chilly on the fall morning. Just as I began to crawl back into bed I heard something in the backyard. "What could that be at this time of the morning? No, who could that be and why are they in my backyard!", I thought.

As I sat up in my bed I could see someone walking around the pool.

For a moment I was angry, then a bit scared, but then logic and reason settled in. It is the man from the pool maintenance company. Since I am not normally home at this time of the morning on Mondays I had forgotten about him. It is only on a rare occasion that I see him at all, and that is usually as I am headed to work and he is arriving. I usually enjoy those brief encounters and take the opportunity to flirt with him.

He is such a handsome man, well built, well tanned, and always has a smile on his face. He usually just smiles as I flirt and exchanges pleasantries with me. I soft placeume that such a good looking man gets so much attention from women that he does not even notice my eyes undressing him as we chat.

The noise I heard was him dropping his 5 white 5-gallon bucket that he carries all of his tools and whatnot in. The little bottles of pool chemicals, brushes, and other miscellaneous pool equipment scattered about the deck, and he was picking them all up as I watched him.

Then it dawned on me, "Had he seen me topless as I was posing in the dressing room mirror?" "No", I thought, "there is only one small area toward the rear of the backyard that would have provided him with a view of me." With that thought I settled back into my bed, but now with a new set of thoughts to ponder as I try to fall back asleep.

While settling back into bed and getting comfortable I realized that I was far more awake than I wanted to be. Just a quick phone call and trip the bathroom and I figured that I would be dreaming once again in a flash.

But now my mind was awake and wondering.

As I lay there thinking about the attractive man in my backyard I began to think naughty thoughts. Rather than tossing and turning to get comfortable I settle in on my back, my head nestled on and surround by soft pillows. This allowed my hands to wonder beneath the sheets, exploring the thoughts fluttering in and out of my mind. I noticed that the cool morning error has left my nipples hard, or was it the thoughts that were hardening them now? As my hands wondered I became aware of the contrast in temperature between the cool air in my room and the warmth between my legs. I still was not feeling well, and was not ready for an orgasm. To masturbate to climax now would be too much work for my weary, tired body, maybe after I wake up.

Besides, I have all day to please myself.

Though I knew it was headed nowhere I continued to allow my hands to gently caress the erogenous zones of my body, teasing myself as my mind wondered and eventually drifted off to dreamland. I awoke to a knock at the front door, it startled me. "Damn", I thought, "that is the second time I was startled today, and this time it woke me up!" As I threw on my robe I glanced at the clock.

"10:45? Could I have really been sleeping for nearly three hours? Must be because other than being in the midst of a waking up I feel much better". As I arrived at the door I did not think for a moment before opening it. I thought it must have been a neighborhood salesman or the local religious community representatives wanting to bend my ear. I was completely prepared to have plenty of attitude and to dispose of the visitor quickly so I could then head back to the comfort of my bed and finish what I had started before falling asleep. When I opened the door I was a bit startled, but pleasantly surprised to find it was the pool man who had summonsed me. He was leaning over placing my invoice beneath the door mat when I opened the door, I think he too was a bit startled.

With a quick change in attitude I said "what a nice surprise" as I told him of my expectations of who my visitor was sure to be. He laughed and said "a surprise indeed, I always knock hoping you will answer, but I know your are usually at work so I just leave the invoice behind." It was then that I thought to myself, "Is he flirting with me? No, couldn't be, he doesn't usually respond at all to my advances.

" I thanked him for the work and graciously took the invoice. I mentioned to him that I was not feeling up to going to work earlier and explained that was why I was home today. He asked if I was feeling better and I soft placeured him that I was.

Our eyes stayed connected and lingered through the awkward moment of silence before he finally said "I should be going." I was only then realizing that I was nearly naked beneath my robe and there in front of me was the gorgeous man who I have long desired from afar.

Not wanting to take a risk I said thank you once again and began to shut the door as he turned away. Before the door was completely closed I heard him say something, it made my heart race, and I quickly opened the door and said "Excuse me?" He turned, smiled, and whispered "I said, nice tattoo". He had seen me earlier this morning. I blushed and smile back and once again I said thank you. I then took the plunge and said to him "I am going to put on a pot of coffee, I have been lazy today so I am just getting started. Would you like to come in a join me of a cup?" As I awaited his response I had wished I could take back all the words I just spoke, I hate rejection and was certain that his response was going to be negative.

"Sure", he said, "I'd love to join you", he paused, "for some coffee." As I headed toward the kitchen I uncrossed my arms and relaxed a little, allowing my robe to relax around me.

After starting the coffee I turned toward him and my robe began to relax a bit too much so I puled it closed and tightened the waist a little. It was then that he said, "Aw, such a shame covering that body with so much material", and he took a step toward me. As he did my hands let go of the tie on the robe and the next thing they felt was the pectoral mussels of his chest as he embraced me and began to kiss my neck. My god, I was melting inside. This handsome man was now in my kitchen with lust on his mind and me in his arms. His kisses made their way from the my neck to my chin and finally to my mouth, our tongues entwined deep and long as I felt my heart race and his crotch bulge. We were in the kitchen for just a few minutes longer before he moved his hands beneath my robe and began to pull it open.

I asked him to follow me, and we moved upstairs to my room. I knew when I woke up that I would be having an orgasm with this man, I just did not know he would actually be present rather than just an image in my mind. I was so excited. When we arrived in the bedroom I pointed to the spot where I was standing when he must have seen me, he laughed and said "I know, that is exactly where you were". He went on to say "I have seen you from afar but now I am interested to see you up close" and with that he removed my robe from my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. There I stood, in just my white lacy thong which was not moist with my excitement. I reached over and lifted his shirt above his head to reveal his well muscled and well tanned chest.

I think we were both thinking the same thing, "WOW!" We moved closer to the bed as he kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his shorts.

Before removing his socks he gently pushed me backward, I landed on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge and with him standing between my knees.

He leaned over while removing his socks and his face brushed my thighs, first the right sock, and then the left, two close encounters with his face near my thigh, again I thought "WOW". After the socks were gone be began to unzip his shorts and my heart raced. I could see the bulge of his length outlined through the fabric of his shorts and now I would see it uncovered. He pulled the shorts past his hips releasing his simi-erect length. It was beautiful. He was circumcised and had a well defined head, it was better than average length but what made me gasp was its width. I eagerly began to sit up so I could get my hands on his beautiful length but he again gently push me back. I wanted so bad to have my fingers wrap around it so I could gage it's width and imagine it pressing into me, stretching me wide. Once I bounced back on the bed he grabbed both sides of my lacey white underwear and with one powerful motion removed them from my body. He then kneeled between my thighs and began to nuzzle against them, making his way slowly toward my wanting cunt. After what seemed like hours he finally arrived at my softness and began to part it's already partially open lips with his tongue. I moaned with pleasure as he began to tongue my wet softness, even more so when he masterfully applied his tongue to my personal place.

He seemed to know just how to tease me with a combination of constant pressure and rhythm against my personal place and then with his breath as he removed his tongue when he sensed it was getting too intense for me. It was clear that I was not going to cum with him toying my softness, he was just not going to allow it! As he continued to toy me I placed my feet on the edge of the bed so I could raise myself up to meet his face, so I could gain a little control when he tried to move away. Each time he started to ease up I rose to meet his tongue again, trying to make him continue and coax the pending orgasm from my body.

Each time he would avoid my rising private part and would instead dip down and run his tongue across my sensitive place.

At first I was doing this to make him continue to please my tongue, but now I was doing it because the combination of tonguing my personal place and then my soft place was pushing me to new heights. He toyed and sucked me for a long time, driving me crazy the whole way.

Between moments of shear ecstasy I kept thing about how I wanted to hold his length in my hand and then place it in my mouth. Slowly he moved up toward my face and kissed me deeply. I could smell my scent on him, and I could taste exactly what he had been tasting, it was wonderful. My scent filled the air and my taste buds and it excited me to think that second only to a hard length is a wet softness?even if it is mine! The kiss was incredible. It was long, and hard, a bit rough and with a hint of animal instinct, but still gentle enough to make me melt once again. His lips moved from my mouth to my nipple and began toying around and nibbling my nipple. Finally as he did this I was able to reach down and grasp his erect length. It was everything that my eyes told me it would be, and in addition the tip was teasing with pre-cum. Clearly he was as excited as I was. I took the pre-cum and spread it around his entire length and began to use the natural lubricant to stoke his length as he remained fixated on my breasts. It was then that he made his move toward my mouth again?moving my hand from his length and controlling it himself. I was at his mercy. As he moved up my body the tip of his lengthed reached my private part as his tongue reached my lips.

I wanted so badly to kiss him back but all I could do was gasp with my mouth open as his length began to stretch my softness open. He was not satisfied with just entering me, he wanted inside me completely. As he toyed and kissed my open lips he thrust his length deep inside me, all the way in with one motion. At that moment an audible gasp left my lips as my softness stretched and adjusted to accommodate his incredible length.

Once inside me he paused, which allowed me to regain my composure and my breath. Slowly he began to move, barely withdrawing from me and each time pressing his body closer and closer to mine and his length deeper inside me. As he lay atop me with my legs spread wide we scooted up on the bed a little further so he was not hanging off the edge.

I could have straightened my legs but I chose to keep my knees up and my heels close to the cheeks of my soft place and my private part spread wide. I could not believe I had this stud between my legs and his length deep inside my cunt. It all felt so good, and he kissed and played so well I was never going to get enough of this man. As he thrust inside me I began moving my hips to accent his movement, adding to the pleasure for both of us. Before long he was beginning to gasp, and for the first time I had the opportunity to take control so I did.

I moved from beneath him and his length sprang free from my teasing cunt. He moved to his knees while he continued to try and regain control of the building orgasm that seemed to reach the tip of his long thick length, it was then that I moved down toward his length and eased him up. There it was glistening with my own juices, I was finally face to face with the length that had been pleasing me. As I grabbed it, it nearly slipped out of my had from all the wetness which had remained. I enjoyed the thought of taking it in my mouth, what a combination I thought to myself, a length, something that only a man can supply with the taste of softness, something a bisexual woman loves nearly as much as men! So I began, I began to take this tasty piece of meat into my mouth.

The smell and taste was all me, but the shear volume of his length was unmistakably man. It was hard not take more and more of his length into my mouth without allowing my teeth to touch it.

I finally resolved myself to the fact that if he wanted this length deep inside my mouth he was going to have to deal with a little tough of the teeth now and then. Each time I too a little more of him into my mouth my teeth touched his length, and each time he moaned with pleasure. I was not sure if it was the extra length I was able to get into my mouth of the teeth that were driving him wild, but I did not care, I just kept doing it all! After a minute or two I came to reach a comfortable point of how much of him I could take into my mouth. As I moved back and forth, toying and enjoying his length, he began to move his hips. We found a rhythm that was comfortable for me and pleasurable for him. He kept pausing, which was proceeded by gasps, so I knew he was close. "Payback is a bitch" I thought to myself, "he is not going to cum since he would not finish me off with his skilled tongue!" I enjoyed sucking on him, I enjoyed the taste of our juices, and his movement was driving me wild, but most of all I enjoyed having my hands on his firm butt, controlling his movement by his firm cheeks. He has a great soft place to go along with his beautiful length, what a package.

Finally, he begins to realize that I am doing to him what he had done to me, and he put a stop to it, forcing me back to the bed and thrusting his length into me with one motion! My god, I full to the brim with length and now he meant business. He began playing me wildly, pounding my private part with his length and grinding his pubic bone against my personal place?"Mmmmm, this is exactly the way I like to be played" I thought. Our mouths met but our minds did not allow us to kiss with much skill as our focus was on what was happening at the other end of our bodies. He pounded my softness with his thick length as our mouths stayed connected, breathing the same air. I was surprised at how long he was lasting, and even thought I might cum before him, until the moment he picked up the already furious pace and began gasping loudly. I continue to match his movement with my hips taking care to keep our sweating bodies as close as possible and his length as deep as possible inside me. He became more vocal and I was totally captured by him, drawn into his immanent orgasm with my own. I felt my softness begin to pulse as the rush spread throughout my body as I also felt my private part heat up with warm cum making it wetter as our juices rushed to mingle inside me. As he came he was playing me so hard while also hugging me so tightly we were nearly inside each other. The moment lasted for several minutes before we both exhaled and relaxed in an exhausted heap of sweat, cum, and satisfaction. We kissed for a few minutes relishing the moment of pure pleasure that shut out the rest of the world and focused on our passions. We rolled around the bed with him still inside me, laughing a playfully kissing. We even talked about how he should change his route so I could be on another day besides Monday so I could call in sick more often without being obvious. As raised himself off of me I could not help myself, I had to touch that length of his again.

This time it was losing it's erection and was soaking wet. I stroked it a few times, long enough to solicit a moan or two from him as he apologized for having to leave pleaded for me not to make it too difficult on him. I continued to tease him by raising my wet hand to my mouth and toying our juices from my fingers. He began to get up and dress.

As I laid there and watched his magnificent body move I could only moan with pleasure and think to myself "That gorgeous specimen of a man just played the living daylights out of me and this wetness teasing from my softness is a result of it.

" I fingered myself once or twice as he watched and continued to dress. I did it partly to tease him and partly to continue enjoying the feeling of my wet, satisfied cunt. I again rose my fingers to my mouth just before he kissed me.

He said he could taste his cum on my breath, and I could see that my teasing had paid off because his bulge in his shorts was growing once again. After a few passionate kissed while I alternated my fingers from my mouth to my softness he said that he really had to get going, it was after 12 and he was very, very late. He said that he would show himself out and kissed me one last time before leaving for good.

I just laid there completely spent and relaxed, teasing wet. Rather than get up I allowed myself to drift off to sleep embracing the wetness of the sheets and my softness rather than trying to avoid it. The last think I remember before falling asleep was seeing a bird on the rail of my balcony.

I wondered how long it had been there watching us. When I awoke from my incredible sleep I thought maybe it was all a dream. I even recalled the bird and questioned myself. Since I was in such a state of euphoria I did not recall if it was big or little, red, or brown, or green, heck it could have been a big black crow for all I remember. What I was sure of was that it was for real, true it was all a fantasy of incredible proportions, but the wetness that surrounded me was proof positive that the pool man had in fact been right here inside me!