
Date:   Thu Nov 08 1990  18:42:59
From:   Chuck 447
To:     All
Subj:   A DREAM, FANTASY, AND NIGHTMARE
Attr:   
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   The following few messages (and sorry that it is so big, I am a 
"want-to-be-writer" and had to put down this one in the best detail that I could 
without writing a whole novel about it) are a dream that I had not all that long 
ago.  I thought I would share it with all of you, and the comments at the end of 
it that this dream (nightmare?) caused me, right after I woke up from it and 
wrote it down.  The thing that is strangest about it is that it is so vivid and 
it recurs, for no apparent reason, unless it is that many of the messages on 
here have been upon the same topics as are in the dream. Beats me, you see if 
you have any thoughts on it.  This should at least be something to discuss here 
for a bit, for it contains a bit of many things. Enjoy.
.
                The dream, part one
.
        I opened my eyes, still bleary with the last vestiges of
sleep and reached to my left.  My hand met with only the blankets
and the surface of the water bed.  It would seem that Sharon had
already gotten up and left for work.  Damn, I had hoped to have a
bit of time this morning, sharing the blonde delights that made up
my latest girlfriend before she got out the door this morning. 
After all, I did not have much else to do today it, though she had
to work.  Fortunately,  though, she had only a short work day.  She
would be back about 4 I hoped, unless she decided to go home
tonight instead.  I hoped she stopped here first, I was growing
kind of used to having her long legged, blonde haired form, running
around the place, not to mention the delightful bounce of her more
than ample breasts.  God that girl had some fine tits.  I loved her
jutting, perky nipples too.  In fact she had one of the finest
bodies I had ever seen, trim and firm, everywhere, but with all the
right curves in all the right places.  I also loved the fact that
she had as creative a mind when it came to sex as I do.  That can
be a very difficult thing to find these days.  I was never sure
just what she would want to do next.
      Finally, I knew that I might as well get out of bed and get
something done, even if it was not wage earning.  I was tired of
being "trapped" at home as I had been since my accident.  Well,
soon, I would be back to the grind and then I might appreciate all
this time off I have had.  Though it would be a lot nicer if Sharon
were here to share it.  As I got up, I could see something hanging
on the front of my closet in a plastic wrap like a cleaner uses. 
It would seem that Sharon would be back, and she had some new games
in mind.  What the hell, so far all of them had been as exciting
to me as they had been to her, I was sure this one would be the
same.  As I began to get up to stagger first to the bathroom, then
to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I noticed a note hanging
on the plastic.  As I rose I made a grab for the note, plucking the
tape loose, and then stumbled out of the bedroom to take care of
business, the note clutched in my hand.
      I entered the kitchen and grabbed up my mug sitting on the
counter, making a quick swirl under the faucet as I turned on the
hot water, and then grabbed for the coffee, already hot, waiting
form me, and them headed for the table and the first chair I could
find.  Sitting down with my steaming cup of coffee, I remembered
the note I held and opened it to read it.  I could tell by the
gentle loops that Sharon had written this note in no hurry. 
Perhaps she had been planning this for a while.  If she had been
planning something, then I knew from the 5 months that we had been
seeing a lot of each other, that it should be something a bit off
beat, but guaranteed to be exciting, and a lot of fun as well, or
so all of her little games had been thus far.  I unfolded and
smoothed the note.
       It said: "Ron, on your closet door is something I got for
you, I hope that it fits, and on the floor of your closet is
another bag.  Also some things that I got for you that I hope fit. 
Please, be wearing these things when I return later.  I know it may
seem a strange request, but I promise you that you will never
regret this, nor forget it either."
      Well, I was intriqued anyway.  This was not the way she
normally did things, though she did often think out the things she
wanted done, or wanted to do, in advance.  But this note business
had me really curious, and very much in anticipation.  This should
prove to be something interesting.  I sat there thinking about it,
and wondering what might be in the dark plastic, and the bag, as
I drank my coffee and woke up completely.  I also decided that no
matter what it was, the first thing was to get a shower and shave. 
I felt like I had sweated all night and knew my heavy beard must
be looking like a weeks growth after last night.  But I would have
all this done and still be able to check out the bags and stuff
long before noon.
      Finishing my coffee, I put the cup on the drainboard in the
kitchen and then headed for the shower.  Stripping off my robe, I
reached in and turned on the water, then stepped inside.  The warm
water felt good running down my shoulders and back.  It felt so
good that I took my time about soaping up, scrubbing and rinsing
off this morning.  Finally, stepping from the shower I reached out
and took a clean towel and began to dry himself completely. 
Finishing that I hung the towel up to dry and wandered nude into
the bedroom.
      I walked to my closet and opened it first, reaching in to
take out the bag that was there as the note had said.  I took the
bag and set it on the edge of the waterbed and closed the closet,
then turning back to the waterbed, I slowly opened the bag.  What
I saw inside caused me to pause for a moment thinking about the
note I had read a bit ago.  Yes, this was very odd, even for her,
for inside the bag, a fairly large bag at that, were things I had
never really given any thought to wearing for any kind of sex
games.  Oh, sure, I had done something similar to this for
halloween, just to freak out my bosses, but not for the idea of a
sexual fantasy.  I was not altogether sure that I knew the right
way to put all of these things on.  Reaching in, my hand
encountered another note which I slipped out and read.  It seems
that she had even thought of this and had left him some simple
instructions in case I was unsure about what was in the bag.
      Following the notes, I first took out a black, half lace and
half satin cupped bra.  I looked at it and as I did, I imagined
Sharon lush, firm tits filling it.  But, remembering her promise,
I did as instructed and put it on.  It felt very strange, but oddly
not the least bit uncomfortable as I had thought that it would be.
The next thing I took out of the bag, in the order of the note was
some hose.  She had called these suspender hose, and I began to see
why.  She had said in the note that they would be less
uncomfortable, and easier to work around than pantyhose, and that
they were a good color for me, suntan, whatever that means.  So,
following her instructions I also put them on.
      Standing there, I felt a touch foolish, even more so when I
moved.  I found that as silly as I may look, the sensations of the
hose were incredibly arousing.  I could hardly wait for when Sharon
would get home.  Next was a pair of black lace nylon panties.  The
nylon was stretchable enough to support my cock comfortably.  The
soft nylon lace felt incredible against my skin, hugging it without
being tight, and allowing the most freedom of movement I could
imagine.  Even the fact that they were high cut legged briefs
rather than bikinis, which I normally wore in the men's variety,
was not a major problem with the delightful way that they felt. 
I went on with the instructions, next removing what she called a
full length black slip from the bag.  It was full length alright,
the hem covered in black lace, the cups and upper hem also were
soft nylon lace.  I put it on as she had instructed in her notes. 
Then I moved to the closet to begin removing the plastic from what
she said would be a top and appropriate matching items for the
outfit she wanted me in when she got home.  As the plastic fell
away, I saw a black shirt, and took it off the hanger and put it
on.  I realized as I did that it was not a shirt, because the
buttons were on the wrong side.  Stopping for a minute, I looked
at the label.  Hmmm she had planned this out, this blouse was silk,
no wonder it felt so soft and silky as I slid it on.
      Under this was hanging what looked to be a very long, very
light material, skirt.  Finishing buttoning the blouse, I stepped
into the skirt, making sure the slip and blouse slipped inside the
waist of the skirt, then buttoned up the side of it and fastened
the belt that was already run though the loops.  I then went back
to the bag, this time removing a strange box from it.  I opened the
box, and was oddly not surprised to see a pair of black pump heels
in there.  3 inch heels should not be too difficult I thought to
myself as I tried them on and began to practice walking in the
shoes.
      All in all, though I felt kinda strange, I found the clothing
to be very comfortable, even quite exciting.  Sharon had chosen the
sizes pretty close to exactly the right ones it would appear. But
then, since I had no idea about if any of it was really fitting
right, I was merely guessing at it.  I was trying to figure out
what in the hell Sharon had in mind for tonight, but I could not
really fathom what was in her mind.  This should prove to be
interesting, or at least I hoped so after all of this preparation. 
Now I began to understand just why she had been so curious about
my reactions and comments when she and I had sat around one night
looking through some catalogs she gets regularly in the mail.  She
had wanted to know if I liked them, not if I thought they would
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