The Dream Scenario 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When your dreams come true, you just don't want it to end!

The Dream Scenario

Jack had no idea how this had all started but here he was and that was all
that mattered right now. "Here boy!" The sound of a woman's voice brought the
young lads concentration back to the moment and where he was, as he turns
around towards the sound of the woman he took in his surroundings even more
closely than before. He was in a largish room and set out like a library come
study. The walls were mostly consisted of high, old, bookcases filled with an
array of leather bound books of different sizes and colours. There was the
obvious selection and collection of sets of books, all placed in volume order,
as would be expected. Then the much older, dustier books and even a few more
modern books, but again and of course all bound in leather.

Just as the bookcases reeked of style, culture and sophistication, and the
rest of the room had a similar standing. There was a large old fashion desk,
with an antique writing bureau not that far away and up against the wall.
There was a leather 'chesterfield' chair next to the open fireplace and a two
seater chesterfield against the far wall, it was here that the woman sat who
had spoken those words and to who now Jack was facing and looking at.

She was as stylish and as elegant as the room, that was evident for just one
look at her. She lay back in the sofa, arms laid out across the top either
side of her and looking, quite ominously, over her glasses at the lad, and she
was sure she liked what she saw, just as he was positive he was in awe of her.

He was young, much younger than her, half her age and the rest, he was average
height and about the same as her, he youthful body was on full display as he
stood there in just his boxers. His face was fresh, boyish, his blond hair was
a bit messy as if he needed a haircut, but she didn't mind it would give her
something to grab onto later!

She was a mature woman, somewhere in her 40's, but probably her late 40's at
that. She wore a pair of high heeled shoes and fishnet stockings, both black,
he could see those clearly as her legs where crossed and one of those shoes
was bouncing up and down as it pointed towards him. Then she had on a long
black skirt. It was leather with a long split down the side that allowed her
to cross her legs comfortable and for them and her stocking to be on full
show. Further up she wore a stripped back and white blouse and also a plain
but somehow very suitable slim black tie. All of the clothes and the way she
was dressed were immaculate, just as she had that certain air of class about
her

Although all the blouse buttons where done up and the tie firmly in place it
did fall over the very obviously mounds in her chest, a clear sign that
beneath that blouse was an ample bosom that his young hands would have been
overjoyed to play with. He also thought of another part of his body that could
have easy got lost in between those mounds!

Add to all this the 'extras' of the pair of leather gloves and the nasty
looking riding crop in her hand and she hand that appearing of a cross between
a harsh city business woman and a dominatrix Headmistress! This caused Jack to
get a slight 'twinge' in his boxer shorts, well it would be rude not to!

Whatever her 'roll' was Jack could not help but think she looked daunting and
stunning at the same time. If the way she was dressed wasn't eye catching
enough then there was her face and her look. She defiantly had that mature
look that any young lad like Jack was so drawn to and so alluring for him,
with her long, black, full body hair that seemed to just flow out and fall
down over her shoulders. Then add her dark, piercing eyes, the pair of glasses
that rested half way down her nose, for her to peer over, and her bright red
lips and he was captivated by her look.

But now he was totally focused on her, not only on how she looked but what she
wanted from him. The woman used the crop to point to the area on the floor in
front of her feet and Jack duly moved forwards and dropped to his knees before
her. There was a slight smile on her face as the young lad had so easily
submitted to her to the older woman's will, straight away, and without any
need for orders. The smile showed she liked this obedience from the lad, the
youth had potential.

With him in position, before her, she now leaned forward as if to inspect him
more clearly, the crop now came up and was placed under his chin, she only had
to use the slightest effort to get him to lift his head up then, to move it to
the left and then over to the right. With her examination of his boyish good
looks over the crop came back down and tapped her shoe, as she gave him more
instructions. With her legs still crossed and the shoe in question so near to
him, Jack was eager to obey and hopefully please the mature woman. He gently
took the shoe in both hand, moved his head down closer to it and kissed the
woman's shoe.

He remembered that first kiss of her shoe as being something quite wonderful
and unique, and as his lips came down back onto the leather it was just as
exciting a second time. Then he brought his tongue out and started to lap
around the shoe and worship it, and her, just as a good little lad should
adore an older woman. Jack was enjoying his duty, if he did a good job here he
might be presented with her other shoe and then after that, 'who knows what
'chore' the woman would have for him?'

Whilst he was engrossed in the task before him, the woman's arm stretches out
and she ran the riding crop over his body WHACK! A 'gentle' tap on his back to
make sure he understood this task she had set him was not for his pleasure but
hers. The riding crop moved over his body some more and up around his head,
then through his unkempt hair. The use of the crop and the woman's shoe that
he was caressing all went to give him another 'twang' in his boxer's! Jack
hoped he could control himself and not embarrass himself in front of the
woman. Somehow he knew she would be the one who 'told' him if and when he
would be allowed to get excited. As he carried on he was sure he heard a sound
behind him, but ignored it, after all this shoe deserved all his attention!

It was after he had given the whole of her shoe a good cleaning with his
tongue that the woman WHACK! She brought the crop down on him to cease his
work, it again then went under his chin and she raised the lad upright, but
still kept him on his knee, where he belonged. It was now that he was aware of
someone else being in the room, but he dares not look, he hadn't been told to
yet. The figure was to the side of him and Jack could just make out the
blurred outline of another woman out of the corner of his eye.

The older woman indicated with her riding crop and said "do you like my
girlfriend?" He'd been given permission to look, so he did, and there indeed
was stood another woman. She was attractive, not more attractive than the
older woman, but just attractive in a different way. She was younger, maybe 30
he reckoned, she was also fair haired, long fair hair tied back and given him
a good view of her attractive face, which he liked. Her bold blue eyes, tanned
skin and pink lips where all quite something.

This new woman may be younger and blond, she was also dressed differently to
the older woman, this woman was in a plain blue dressing gown, quite short and
the lad could easily see she had a pair of stunning tanned legs. But there was
something else, those legs where not just shapely they were firm, toned even
muscular!

"I have another task for you" Jack's attention was brought back to the older
woman, as he turned back to her something came flying his way, he caught the
object and stared at the mature woman as if waiting for more instructions.
Then a number of things all happened at once, she spoke again "I want you to
prepare my girlfriend for me!" The other woman opened up her robe to reveille
her stunning toned body and Jack looked at the object that had been tossed his
way.

The object was a bottle and the words 'Baby Oil Lotion' seemed to jump out at
him as he looked at it, at the same time the body of the now undressed woman
also grabbed his attention. She was incredible, dressed in a quite small red
bikini that left little to the imagination as to how incredible her muscularly
toned body was. 'Was she a bodybuilder or something like that?' she wasn't too
big, neither was she underdeveloped, her body had obviously seen hard work in
the gym, her curves and muscle definitions where a results of a lot of work, a
lot of sweat and a lot of dedication. 'She must be a bit of gym goddess' he
thought.

Somehow he knew what the older woman wanted him to do, so he shuffled across
to the younger one. This 'younger' woman in the bikini took a couple of steps
closer to him and stopped, she placed her hands on her hips and now waited for
him, for this lad to do his thing! As Jack got to her and looked up at her she
stared straight ahead as if ignoring him, from where he was she looked so tall
and so strong, he flipped open the lotion bottle and poured some into his
hand, then rubbed them together and ... ...

The lad paused for a second, he felt himself go hot and cold at the same time,
his heart raced and he felt sick to his stomach and so joyful all at the same
time. All of this was effecting him in such a strange way, he felt an even
stronger 'twinge' in his boxers and his oil soaked hands came down onto the
muscle woman's foot and he started to slowly work the lotion into her soft,
strong female flesh 'Oh God!'

As the lad hands moved onto and started to 'prepare' and oil up the woman the
older female looked on, Jack's hands move up slowly over the bikini woman's
feet then calves. The mature woman began to gently tap her crop against her
leather skirts and somehow this and the sound of oil against female flesh were
the only sounds that Jack could hear. He replenished his hands with more
lotion and moved onto the woman's other foot and calves, his hands worked
slowly as he covered every inch of her with the baby oil. But incredibly, now
he was now working the oil into her strong thighs, his hands feeling her
hamstrings and how firm and developed they were. Somehow this all went very
slowly and very quickly all at the same time.

More lotion went into his hand as he knelt before the woman and ran one hand
up the rear of one leg and the other hand over the other legs. Then his hands
were reaching out, around and behind her as he was now firmly massaging the
lotion into her shapely female arse and those firm glutes! As he knelt before
her oiling her up and massaging her arse behind her he felt the older woman's
crop move around his head, playing with him as he was holding, rubbing, oiling
the other woman's arse.

The older woman had got up and come to 'join in', she was going to have her
fun, after all that was what this was all about, it was all about her and what
she wanted. For the lad, yes he was enjoying himself, but he also knew his
place in all this, he was there to do as she told him, if he managed to get a
moment of enjoyment then that was just a happy bonus. But somehow he knew that
this task would be a very pleasing one for him. As his hands moved round the
muscle woman's arse they came around to her front and now onto her very frim
abs. The twinges in his boxers was getting more and more noticeable and he
didn't know how long he could hold out with all this. The excitement was
getting just a bit too hard for him to bear!

He reloaded his hands with even more lotion then returned them back to her
firm abs 'that felt incredible!' As his hands slowly moved up the woman's body
Jack felt the older woman move in closer, he felt her leather skirt against
his skin as he knelt there looking up at the other woman and moving his hands
up further towards her ... ... "touch her, hold her ... ... " The older
woman's words where whispered into his ear and his oil covered fingers reached
out and touched the bottom of her large round breasts.

The muscle woman was still looking forward, still ignoring the lad and his
wondering, oil covered massaging hands, but then his fingers reached out and
under her bikini top. The hands moved up and under, further until 'Oh My!'
Jack was knelt there his oil covered hands where now holding, cupping,
grasping gently but also firmly, caressing and embracing her large firm
breasts, one in each hand. He felt her breasts and her nipples 'OH! GOD!' Jack
was still looking up and he was sure, just then, he saw the muscle woman close
her eyes as he held her, 'she does know I'm here!' Behind him and the older
woman was enjoying all this, her free hand ruffled through the lad straggly
hair whist she moved the crop down into his boxers and WHCAK!

She flicked the riding crop and gave a quick stinging smack to Jack's arse,
the lad jolted at the sharp hit on his rear cheek, at the same time his hands
gripped onto the muscle woman's breasts, there was the slightest of moans from
her and Jack was sure he also saw her in that moment bit her own lip. She must
have enjoyed that!

Now the older woman grabbed on tight to Jack's hair and pulled the lad up onto
his feet so he was stood up in front of the second woman, he was looking into
her lovely face and she was still straight ahead, as if looking through him to
the older woman behind him, who still had a firm hold of him by his hair.
"Finish her off" for a split second Jack wondered exactly what the older woman
meant, then her realised, she wasn't 'fully' oiled up yet, so with another
dollop of lotion in his hands the lad went to work on the bikini woman's arms.

He started to oil up her forearms, they were strong, and then moved up onto
her, even stronger, bigger, upper arms. All around her triceps and biceps, it
was an incredible feeling touching her toned muscles, to feel her and how
strong she must be, to work that oil into her flesh. The twinges in his boxers
were getting stronger and stronger and he just didn't know how long until he
'fully showed' just how this woman's body was effecting him!

As this lad massaged the woman with oil the mature lady, still with her
stinging crop waked around the pair of them, watching, looking, inspecting, to
make sure her 'girlfriend' was properly oiled up and ready! There was the odd
'tap' from the crop just to indicate that Jack might have missed a part of the
bikini woman, but in reality the lad was very keen to get his hands all over
her body and wouldn't have dreamt of leaving out an inch of her. The older
woman knew this of course, but still she just liked to use the riding crop on
the lad

From her sculptured arms the lad's hands moved over and up to her shoulders,
back and neck and then down towards her chest again 'Ohhhhh!' Just as his
hands where moving down OOOUUUHHH! He was yanked backwards and away from the
younger woman by the older female, grabbing him by his hair again and pulling
him back. The older woman placed her lad a couple of steps away from the now
well-oiled other woman, then ignoring Jack, the dark hair woman went around
her 'girlfriend', looking her up and down over those glasses of her to make
sure the lad had done a good job, and he had!

The mature lady seemed suitable impressed with Jack's work, without looking at
him she put her hand out into his chest and pushed the lad away further, to
give herself some more room. She grabbed onto the well-oiled woman and pulled
her closer, both woman now looked, stared into each other's eyes. The bikini
woman now let her hands and arms move over her older lover. The mature woman's
lovely, smart stripped blouse and leather skirt were both now becoming covered
in baby oil as the youngers woman hands, arms and legs moved carefree over her
mistress' body.

Jack stood there, close by watching all this and getting more and more ... ...
He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if these women now went and ...
... Juts then it happened, both women moved in closer to each other and they
kissed! His cock jolted as the woman carried on with their indulgent kiss and
embrace, they were obviously enjoying all this and the older woman's blouse
was getting covered more and more in lotion as she rubbed her body deep into
that of her younger friend.

Jack's jaw dropped, his body tensed up and he hoped this moment would never
end, as how could it get better than this? But it did, as the older woman
reached out grabbed onto the boy's arm and dragged him to the two women. A
mature hand moved down into his boxers and she grabbed him and all the time
the older woman carried on with her affection towards her other friend. The
woman's hand started to work him, up and down, she grabbed him, squeezed him
and enjoyed him. Jack allowed himself to 'react' to her touch, yes it could
get better, much better!

Then for some strange reason Jack was looking at the large clock on the wall,
a very large clock that he'd not noticed before, the hand of the clock moved
to read 7 O'clock, then moved back, it moved forwards again to read 7 O'clock,
then back again. The clock carried on doing this, going backwards and
forwards, and a fait sound in the background started to get louder and louder
'NOOOOO!'

Jack almost bolted upright as his 7AM alarm went off, the lad was dripping
with sweat, in a whole second his entire dream repeated itself in his head
then over the next 2 - 3 second, as he franticly tried to stop his alarm, the
dream blurred and faded away into nothing. The alarm stopped and Jack, knowing
he'd just had the most fantastic dream desperately tried to remember it ...
... But it had gone. Strangely and at the same time it was still there in his
head, but he just couldn't remember it, 'was it ... ... NO! were there ... ...
No! what did ... ... No!' 'Shit!' He just couldn't remember, but one thing he
was sure of was it must have been 'exciting' as the mess that was in his
shorts told him he'd enjoyed it!

Somehow this dream got to the young lad, for the rest of that day he would
almost, but not quite remember parts of it, he was sure he was not alone in
the dream, there was a room and ... ... No he just couldn't remember. It
became infuriating and agonising, even though it was just there at the back of
his mind, he could feel it, but he just couldn't bring it out to remember. A
faint image would float to the surface; he would see it in his mind then a
second latter it evaporated away like a cloud of mist. But every time he tried
to remember he got a 'bit excited', it must have been one hell of a dream to
keep doing this to him!

Later that day on the was way back from school he had to pop around to his
Aunt's, there was a bag, parcel or something to collect for his Mother, he
knocked at Aunty Jessica's and a moment later the door was opened by his
mature good looking Aunt. Jack's mind was now brought back the here and now
rather than his dream as his Aunt smiled and invited him in. She was his
favour Aunt by far, a mature woman, attractive, in her 40's or so, as tall as
him with long curly black hair that flowed down over her shoulders. The sort
of older woman every lads wants, dreams of, desires to have as their sexy
Aunty!'

As they went inside the lad took in her gorgeous arse in those tight leather
trousers of her, she also wore a smart, plain white blouse, and together they
made her look smart, sophisticated as well as sexy. Yes, the lad really did
like his Aunt! As they went inside Jack had a strange feeling, as they walked
passed the open door to Aunty Jessica's smart, quaint, book filed, old fashion
study. Yes a strange feeling and more than the 'normal' he would have around
her. Of course she was attractive and he wanted her, he always had that desire
and feeling for her. But there was also this feeling of familiarity about her,
about this, of course he knew her, recognised her, she was his Aunty, but
there was something else, something more to all this. Then it came to him, his
dream, 'was she in it, maybe, yes'. He was kind of sure she was, but he still
couldn't remember fully, suddenly he got a vision of a stripped black and
white shirt, no a blouse, was it Aunty Jessica's, he was sure she would look
great in that!

But then that blurred image he had in his mind faded 'shit!' As they went into
the kitchen there was a gym bag there on the floor, it wasn't Aunty Jessica's
he was sure, she wasn't into going to the gym. But it was defiantly a gym bag,
the bold letters on the side of it that said 'GYM BAG' gave that way. But then
Jack saw the bags owner.

Out through the kitchen and in the conservatory sat down at the table enjoying
a coffee was Mrs Dawn, Amanda, his Aunt's neighbour, she was a younger blond
woman and a bit of a gym junkie. Jack didn't know her that well, and only seen
her a dozen times or so since she'd moved in, but he knew one thing, he liked
her as well! She had a fit body, from all that time spent in the gym, she
looked strong, but still very feminine and very sexy. She was wearing a pair
of tight jogger and a lose top, but as she turned and smiled at the lad "hello
Jack" he could see her toned arms, and again he had this weird feeling, almost
as if he'd remembered something for 'that' dream, strange!

"Here Jack!" His Aunt's words brought him back and he turned to her, the lad
had noticed her tone as if he was being told off for staring at the other
woman! As he turned to Aunty Jessica his eye widened, she had put on her
glasses, that sat half way down her nose so she had to peer over them. Then
there were her obvious large breasts that could be made out even through that
white blouse of hers. He felt a twinge and a memory come back to him! Leather,
blouse, glasses, boobs, this was all too familiar.

Aunty Jessica handed over a small package to the lad for his Mother then as he
was about to go "say goodbye to Mrs Dawn", his Aunties words where as if she
was talking to a small child, the lad turned and said good bye before he
Aunt's arm side under his and she escorted him back to the front door. She was
being both stern and friendly, Jack wasn't use to this, at the door she turned
him towards her and still looking over those glasses "why don't to come back
round here after school tomorrow and come and see your Aunty again?" With that
she leaned forward and kissed her Nephew, the older, mature Auntie's bright
red lips touched his and she smooched with him!

The young, boyish Nephew froze, she, his Aunt, was kissing him! When she
finished she pulled away ever so slightly, then stuck her tongue out and ran
it over Jack's lips 'Oh God!' The stunned lad was turned around by the older
woman, she opens the door and gently sent him out and on his way back home. As
a shocked and confused lad made his way slowly home, the older woman went back
into her house and back to her friend "so will he be back tomorrow then?"
Amanda asked, Jessica just smiled "Oh yes he'll be back and he'll be very knee
to submit to anything I want!"

With that Jessica open up one of the draws of the unit she was stood by and
pulled out a riding crop and playfully struck the air in front of her. Amanda
had stood up and was by her gym bag, she bent over and also pulled something
out and held it up. "Don't you mean he'll do anything we want" waving the
bottle of baby lotion at her older friend.

Jessica went over to her girlfriend, placed her hand on the younger woman's
face, stroked it then OOOOWWW! She grabbed a handful of long blond hair and
pulled the woman's head down so she could now move close and kiss Amanda,
passionately. The younger woman moaned and whimpered as the older woman took
control of her, even though both of them knew this was how it should always
be. The kiss was broken, then WHACK! OOOUCH! The riding crop smacked against
Amanda's firm arse "get upstairs to my bedroom and take that baby oil, we'll
be needing that, so you had better get another bottle for tomorrow!"

The younger, blond fitness babe scurried off up to the bedroom, followed by
the strict, tantalising and teaseing older woman. Both women were hot for each
other now and they both knew the game they were about to play. As for
tomorrow, well getting the young Jack involved in their little play time
activities had been a great idea and both of them could hardly wait. After all
Jack had no idea what they had planned for him, not even in his wildest dreams
could he imagine what these two had instore for him ... ... !