Dee was becoming tired of spending her Saturday afternoons re-filling all the cupboards in the kitchen and family room, following the recently completed renovations. It had taken her three Saturdays, as work was busy and spare time was minimal. She had started throwing out a lot of stuff that had seen better days, or had not been used in a while, if at all!
Dee was just about to call it a day and put her feet up with an icy cold beer when the bright colours caught her eye. There, in a cardboard box, was the re-made Wonder Woman costume, which Dee knew was wrapped around the novelty crystal ball. Carrying the box to the kitchen, Dee plonked it on the table and pulled out its contents.
She was inwardly transported back through the years, reflecting on her niece’s halloween party where Dee dressed as Future Girl and performed imaginative palm readings, and fortune telling, for the kids. She unwrapped the crystal ball, remembering the quaint old knick knack shop where she had bought it, for no good reason, as an ornament.
The shop was in a tiny old township in the middle of nowhere, when Dee and her husband, along with three other couples, were caravanning around the outback some years ago. The sweet old lady in the store was trying to steer Dee toward the more expensive balls, along with other mystical paraphernalia, explaining the magical qualities of each one. Hubby was usually a patient man, but the old lady’s spiel was wearing thin with him, and he grabbed the cheapest one and gave Dee ‘the look’.
Dee now placed the ball carefully on its stand, fingering the satin of the costume, and wistfully recalled younger, care free days.
Curiously, she donned the black wig and gold head band with FG stencilled on it. Dee huffed on the glass ball, and shone it up with the costume skirt, giggling and feeling a bit silly.
A shiver ran through her.
Dee looked around the kitchen, sensing a presence, but she was alone. Peering dreamily into the crystal ball, Dee saw a scene emerging, like a little stage inside the glass. There appeared a timber porch, or balcony perhaps. Beyond that, the ocean showed in the near background, with small waves lapping the shoreline.
There was an open laptop on a table, and the back view of a woman, typing energetically. The weather in the scene looked warm, the woman was concentrating, hurrying to get her thoughts down as her mind raced with ideas.
Dee suddenly recognised the woman was her favourite author, who wrote under the nom de plume ‘The Authoress’. Dee became excited, maybe she would glimpse her idol’s face! The Authoress was quite private and protective of her anonymity. Dee moved in closer to try and see more detail.
The Authoress seemed calm, but excited, although Dee could still not see her face. Dee started repeating a mantra in her head.
It was the phrase she told the children at Julie’s party. “I am Future Girl, I see all…” hoping that she would, indeed, see everything.
Future Girl watched as The Authoress sat back, her arms falling by her sides as she gazed into the distance, allowing her shoulders to relax. She seemed exhausted and stretched her neck left and right to loosen her tight muscles. Future Girl looked closer but still could not see The Authoress’ face.
Dee got herself a cold beer, and sat back down at the kitchen table, watching the little play inside the crystal ball. A man appeared next to The Authoress. Dee was hooked.
She began to drift into that state where she often found herself while reading stories written by The Authoress. Dee sometimes got so carried away while reading, that she pictured herself as one, or more, of the characters in the stories, usually becoming highly aroused during the sex scenes.
Dee took off the wig as she was overheating. She immersed herself in the scene unfolding before her, her imagination ran wild. The man, quite large and handsome, was carrying two cool drinks, lemon perhaps, with a green garnish, probably mint? He handed one to The Authoress as he sipped on his.
He is The Proofer – the only person allowed to see her stories before they are sent to the publisher. The Authoress sipped her drink and scrolled to the top of her latest story so that The Proofer could read her words.
Dee peered closer, trying to read the story, but The Proofer was blocking her view, his hand on The Authoress’ shoulder as he leaned in to read. Dee slumped back on her chair, frustrated.
The Proofer scanned the text for unlikely spelling or grammar issues, the mouse wheel slowly turning under The Authoress’ fingertip. She knew his reading pace. The penny dropped for Dee. They were obviously intimate. Perhaps lovers!
Dee’s imagination ran rampant and hoped that she may be about to see one of The Authoress’ amazing sex scenes played out before her. Dee felt her breathing become irregular. She took a sip of beer to try and cool down, but her traitorous pussy was sending electric signals through her.
Dee took a deep breath and watched excitedly.
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The Proofer wiped some strands of The Authoress’ hair, stuck to her neck, with the back of his fingers. She tilted her head, enjoying his loving touch, inwardly purring as she waited to scroll down. Page 4 contained an erotic scene which mirrored a lust fuelled night that they had together a few months back.
She knew her man was smiling as he recalled that night. Page 6 had an equally sexy time that they shared. The Authoress sensed that The Proofer was fidgety. She turned her head and looked up, catching a glimpse of the outline of his excitement beneath his lightweight pants.
The Authoress looked up at The Proofer. He looked down at her, his eyes pierced her soul. Not a word had been spoken since she thanked him for the drink.
His hand covered hers, and they clicked on ‘save and close’ together. The Proofer gathered The Authoress up in his strong arms and carried her inside the house.
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Dee still could not see her face but imagined her wanton look. Dee’s hand slipped between her parted legs, and under the waistband of her sodden panties. Dee still couldn’t see her face as she nuzzled into his neck but, in her excitement, she pushed two fingers inside herself, her pussy dripping as she pre-empted the next scene.
The Proofer pushed the bedroom door open with The Authoress’ dangling feet and threw her roughly onto the bed.
Dee leaned back as she pounded her pussy, four fingers deep inside and her thumb rolling her hard clit, but her eyes were wide open, watching intently.
The Proofer’s shorts fell to the floor, his back to Dee. She was dying to see how big his cock was, willing it to be large so he could fill her idol and make her cum hard. Dee’s voyeuristic tendencies bubbled to the surface. She yearned to see The Authoress’ face but also wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy as The Proofer fucked her into oblivion.
Dee felt her own orgasm building, so close!
The Proofer turned side-on as he walked around the bed, his cock was… clouded by the smoke densely filling the crystal ball. Dee grabbed the ball shaking it violently. It flew from her slippery fingers and smashed on the tiled floor. “Nooooo!”
Dee cursed herself for not buying the X-rated ball.
