Flights of Fancy
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First, apologies to Mr. James Thurber for taking liberties with his
story theme. I just thought it was a cute idea. I first got the idea
from watching women do everyday things like flipping their long hair
back and trying on clothes in a store, and feeling envy.
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"T" Flights Of Fancy
By Lindsay Hart
"Walter, do you have everything you need?" Margaret asked in that
annoying way. Sometimes I felt like she treated me like a child.
Checking up on every little thing that I did, like I was incapable of
taking care of myself, or without her help I was going to screw
something up, or forget something important.
"Yes, dear, I have everything." I responded rather indignantly.
"Keys, wallet, checkbook, sunglasses?" she continued. I'm sure she
doesn't even think about it any more. She's been doing it for so long
that it is just second nature to her now. But how would she feel if I
did the same thing to her. And she has even done it in front of our
family and friends. It's so embarrassing sometimes.
"Yes dear, I have everything."
As she finished putting on her lipstick she said, "Oh, and add milk to
the list."
'Damn, the list,' I thought to myself. 'Where did I put that list?' As
Margaret was getting her sweater I found the list still on the counter
and with the stealth of a ninja, slipped it into my pocket so Margaret
wouldn't see I had forgotten it.
We got into our old '95 Ford and headed towards the mall. Ol' Blue
wasn't much to look at any more but she was reliable, and we had grown
comfortable with her. Not that we couldn't afford a new car, we could.
In fact, we could afford just about whatever car we wanted. We just
didn't think the newer cars had the character of the older cars.
Anyway, it was a nice spring day. The weather was just starting to warm
up, the sun was shinning bright, the birds were singing. It seemed to
be a beautiful day for our shopping trip. I guess other people had the
same thoughts because there seemed to be people everywhere enjoying the
first warm day in some time.
As we pulled up and stopped at a stoplight I noticed a young couple
walking on the sidewalk. It was obvious that they were in love and
happy for each other's company as they played "grab ass" and "tickle".
She was stunning. Fashion model good looks, long blonde hair that
reached the middle of her back and appeared to glow as the sun
reflected off of it. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and kept in
place with a bright red scrunchie that matched the lace trimmed tank
she was wearing, which in turn, showed off her ample breast that stood
up proud. Her small, thin waist indicated that she wasn't afraid of
exercise to maintain her great figure. Her long shapely legs were
perched on a beautiful pair of red sandals. And that cute blue skirt.
He had chiseled good looks with dark features, perhaps Italian or
Spanish heritage. And those muscles. The man looked like he could bench
press a Volkswagon.
"Jason, eeeehhh. STOP it!!! Stop tickling me! You know I have a hard
time catching my breath when you tickle me so much," I said as I
swatted Jason on the arm like it was really going to make him quit. My
hitting Jason is probably akin to a fly biting an elephant.
"I'm sorry, Cheryl. I'll try to be good. I just can't help myself
around you. You're so beautiful, and I love to see you laugh. And when
you laugh so hard and can't catch your breath, well, you have that cute
little snort. Cheryl, I love you."
"Oh, Jason, that's so sweet. I love you, too," I said. I reach up and
wrap my arms around my boyfriend's neck and pull him to me and we
embrace in a passionate kiss. My eyes are closed in bliss as our
tongues dance, and then I realize ... and I break our kiss. "Hey, ... I
do not snort!" and then I pout.
Jason grabs me around the waist as I feign having my feelings hurt.
"Cheryl, don't be like that." Jason pulls me into his big strong arms
and I melt in his kiss once again. And as we stood there totally
oblivious to everything else in the world my defenses crumbled and my
guard dropped. Without ever taking his lips off mine, through our kiss
he manages to say, "Yes, you do snort," and with lightning speed and
the dexterity of a concert pianist his fingers find my stomach and ribs
again in a ticklish assault.
"EEEEEHHHH!!!! Jassssooon!" Snoorrtt. I push away and spin quickly to
get away from him and as I turn my long hair whips around and hits
Jason square in the right eye. Jason winces from the sting and stops
cold. I realize what happened and I move to comfort him. "Oh, baby, are
you okay. I didn't mean to." I cup his face in my hands and he says...
HONNNNNK
"Walter, what are you doing? The light is green and people are
waiting."
We finally pulled into the mall parking lot and headed straight for
J.C. Penney. Inside Margaret went towards the women's section. I told
Margaret "Honey, I'll meet you in about an hour. I'm just going to go
over to Sears to look around.
Margret said sternly, "Oh, no you don't. You will stay right by my
side. The last time that I left you alone in Sears you bought that
electric saw thing-a-ma-jiggy that you still haven't used because you
still don't know how to use it. It's a paperweight that cost us $200.
No sir, you're going to stay with me. Besides, I don't understand
how... but I've actually come to value your opinions on the clothes
that I buy. Somehow you have developed some fashion sense and I want
you to help me pick out a couple of dresses for the Anderson's and the
Martin's parties that are coming up."
Well, there aren't many times that I'm glad for loosing an argument
with my wife, but this was one of them. I didn't mind helping her shop
for clothes at all. That just meant that I could browse the racks and
feel the wonderful fabrics without feeling too self-conscious because
I'd be helping my wife. I always found the lady's clothing in Penney's
to be quite stylish and I could always find things that I liked. I
started looking through the racks of dresses in my wife's size. But,
after a short while I had moved to the sizes that I could wear. I found
this beautiful teal green chiffon evening gown with spaghetti straps
and was admiring it in the mirror when a sales lady walked up to me and
asked if she could help me. She was gorgeous with bright green eyes and
raven black curly hair and wore a stylish burgundy skirt suit with a
white satin blouse. I stuttered the all intelligent, "Whhat."
"Can I start a changing room for you, miss. By the way, you have
excellent taste. That gown would look great on you." She took the gown
and held it up to me and brushed her hand against my breast as she
smoothed the gown on my frame. I smiled at the sales lady, whose name
according to her nametag was Emily, and said, "Thank you Emily, that
would be very nice."
Emily took the teal gown and disappeared around the corner all the
while still looking at me and smiling. I continued to browse the sales
racks and found two other dresses I thought would be suitable for the
upcoming parties. The first was a black strapless with an asymmetrical
hemline that would hit about three inches above the knee on the left
and about mid calf on the right. The second was a red halter strap
dress that was short and sexy.
Emily took the dresses in one hand and took my hand in her other hand
and led me back to a changing room. Once in the changing room Emily
closed the door, hung the dresses on a hook and without a word spoken,
eased my zipper down. As she slipped my dress off my shoulders she
caressed my breast and kissed me on the neck. I think she was impressed
that I was wearing matching garter belt, bra, panties and slip, all in
lavender satin and lace. When she saw my lingerie she smiled again and
let out a small gasp.
"The teal dress first." she said as she helped slide the dress over my
head, and slowly pulled the zipper up. Emily turned me around and
looked me up and down licking her lips before saying, "I was right. You
look good enough to eat."
Emily wrapped her arms around my trim waist and we embraced in a
beautiful passionate kiss. My white tipped French manicured nails
glistened as I ran my fingers through her long black hair. Emily
stopped us saying only, "I want to see my girl in the other dresses."
Emily helped me out of the teal dress and knowing that the bra and slip
I was wearing would not work with the next two dresses, slipped them
off of me. She was like a cat after its prey as she moved to my breast
and began to suck and caress them. My nipples were rock hard as she
worked her tongue over them. I helped her ease her jacket off and tore
into the buttons on her blouse. I reached for the clasp on her burgundy
bra that matched her suit, but she grabbed my hand saying, "First
things first, lover. You model for me and then you get your reward."
Emily helped me slip on the black dress then zipped me up. Emily moved
me in front of the mirror and moved behind me wrapping her arms around
my waist. I looked damn good in the black dress, even better than the
teal dress. She brushed my long blond hair to one side and began
kissing my neck again. I turned around to face her and asked, "Now,
what about my reward?"
Emily kissed me gently and with a smile she stepped back and unfastened
her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful with
large nipples. I reached for them and heard...
"Mommy, that man wet his pants."
"Well, I never!" "Come, Julie, we're leaving this place before
something else happens."
I looked down and noticed there was a wet spot on the front of the
slacks I was wearing, but it definitely was not from accidentally
wetting my pant. It was a different kind of accident. One that had been
enjoyable at the time, but was only embarrassing now.
"Margaret, I have to go find the rest rooms, dear.
"Oh, alright Walter. They are around the corner to the right. But, you
better not come back with anything that is not on the list."
About three hours later we left the mall with everything checked off
the list except the milk. Our arms were full as we headed back to the
car. I couldn't help be a little sad. There was not a single feminine
item in any of the bags that was mine. But, I made a promise to myself
to come back before the sale ends and look for that black dress.
On the way home we stopped at a convenience store to get the milk. I
went inside while Margaret waited in the car. When I came out of the
store Margaret pointed to the park across the street where there were
numerous people milling around and one woman appeared to be wearing a
wedding gown. Margaret suggested that we should go over and check it
out.
I steered Ol' Blue into the park parking lot and found a space that
would give us a good view of what they were doing and we wouldn't even
need to leave the car. As it turned out, a Bride was having some pre-
wedding photographs done in this wonderful outdoor setting.
The bride's dress was the traditional heavy white bridal satin with a
tightly fitted waist and bodice. Above the bust was transparent lace
that went to a high neck. The sleeves were transparent with seed
pearls, puffy at the shoulder and tapered down to tight wrists. From
the waist the dress flared out with a very full skirt and long train.
Around the hem and all along the train were more seed pearls, lace and
embroidery. The dress felt wonderful to wear, with the three petticoats
underneath to add fullness to the skirt. And it looked amazing on me.
My Maid of Honor was helping with the shoot and I told her, "Mary, I am
so glad that you and mother talked me into this dress. It's just so
right. It feels like it is actually part of me now. I can't believe
that I didn't really care for it at first. Thanks for not giving up on
this dress." And I gave Mary a hug.
Ron, the photographer, called to me, "Sharon, lets get this next series
with you sitting on the hill in the middle of all these wild flowers."
"Ok, Ron, you're the boss, at least today. Just make me look
beautiful."
"Oh, Sharon, I don't have to do anything special to make you look
beautiful. It just comes natural to you. You would look great even in a
potato sack."
"Thank you, Ron. You're such a gentleman."
I sat in the flowers and Mary arranged my skirt. I turn this way and
that for Ron, as he snaps picture after picture. It is mid afternoon
and with all the petticoats and the heavy satin skirt I am beginning to
get a little warm under my skirt. I am so glad that we decided not to
have our wedding in the garden like we had originally wanted. I kind of
let my mind wander and began thinking of my up-coming wedding. To
think, in less than a month I would become Mrs. Robert Harden, a wife.
I am such a lucky girl. I can't wait to make love to my husband.
Ron interrupted my thoughts. More directions. He says...
"Let's get going, Walter, we don't want the milk to spoil." Margaret
said.
Once home we get everything put away and Margaret fixes us a great
dinner. Fried pork chops, mashed potatoes and pork chop gravy, broccoli
with cheese sauce, a tossed salad, and a nice rose' wine. Sometimes I
forget what a good cook she is. I wish I could cook like that.
After dinner we sit down to our regular evening of watching television.
I steal the remote away from Margaret and start channel surfing.
Another lawyer show, no. A cop show, no. Another reality show, oh,
please just shoot me in the foot. Wait, here's an old spy movie. I
think these old spy movies are great. They just don't make movies like
this any more. The hero is always dashing and sophisticated. The ladies
are all very beautiful and elegant.
"We already have the codes to launch the missiles, Katarina. I don't
need to keep you alive. But, you've been such a thorn in my side these
past few weeks, I thought I would make you watch as I destroy your
beloved Moscow. Then I'll kill you slowly and painfully."
It's true, I am in a real fix now. The ropes are cutting into my
wrists, the blood mixing with my lipstick is an odd sensation, my dress
has been torn up to my waist and my stockings, garter belt and panties
were in full view of these simpletons that Dr. Devile used to do his
heinous bidding. If this guy guarding me isn't careful he's going to
drown in his own drool. Remind me to punch his lights out when I get
loose. Oh, and I broke a nail.
"You haven't won yet, doctor. There's still time. You'll never get away
with it."
"I admire your spunk. I suppose that you are still expecting your
handsome Mr. Bond to rescue you and blow up my secret laboratory. Oh,
did I forget to tell you that my men killed Mr. Bond.
There's no saving you now. The missile launch sequence has already
started and you have only minutes to live."
"Bond is dead?" Damn! Just like a man. You can never count on them to
come through when the chips are down. If I can just get to the laser in
my bra I can use it to cut through these ropes.
BOOOOOMMM!!!
The explosion knocked me out of my chair. Debris everywhere. The guard
is down, no, he's getting up. Got to spin on my side.
Whack.
"How do you like my high heel on the side of your head, you lech?"
More explosions, and machinegun fire. Ta pocketa, pocketa, pocketa
pocketa, pocketa. The lab is on fire now. Smoke filling the room. Got
to cut these ropes.
"Katarina, where are you?"
"James, in here. Oh, James. Dr. Devile said you were dead, but I had
faith in you. I knew you would come for me."
James cut me free and our lips meet in a kiss that would knock your
heels off.
"Katarina, we'll have time for this later, but, we've got to get out of
here, this whole place is going to blow."
"James, you're going to have to carry me. I twisted my ankle when I
kicked the guard." My hero sweeps me up in his strong arms and carries
me to safety and our lips meet again as I hold my soon-to-be lover
tightly..."
"Walter, don't forget that you have to take the trash out tonight. You
forgot it again last week. I'm going on to bed. Don't stay up too late.
You know that you daydream when you don't get enough sleep, so come to
bed soon. I might even let you borrow that new green nightie that you
helped me pick out today."
The End
Hope you enjoyed it.
Comments can be sent to "[email protected]
Thanks everybody.
Love,
Lindsay Hart
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