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Ginger's Dilemma
Gingers Dilemma
Written By: Pop-O , (December, 2004) All Rights Reserved
Sitting on the cushioned windowsill, Ginger watches the lightening and listens to the sounds of the thunder clapping. Sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, she watches the wonders of what Mother Earth can accomplish. Each lightening bolt sends a semi sexual thrill coursing through her body.
Ginger has always loved storms of any kind, ever since her childhood, on the farm. She would always try to go outside during the storms, but was stopped by her parents or one of her brothers or sisters. She had to settle for standing in the window and enjoying the storm from there.
It’s three o’clock in the morning and she’s been up for an hour now with another one of those headaches that won’t go away. She was on her second cup of cocoa now, and had been watching the storm for the last thirty minutes. The pills she took were starting to work, or was it just the storm that was relieving the pressure in her head? It didn’t matter, but she had to get some sleep.
Walking back into the kitchen, she rinses out the cup, sets it in the sink and climbs the stairs to her room. Having just moved into the home recently, she hears the settling sounds every now and then. Her room is dark; Daniel is lying in the bed, snoring away, like he hasn’t a care in the world. Slipping under the covers, she turns on her side facing away from him and closes her eyes, hoping that sleep will finally overcome her.
The alarm clock is buzzing loudly, its six o’clock. Daniel reaches out and slaps the off button and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Sitting up, he taps at Ginger’s ass and tells her to get their daughter, Melissa up for school. He gets up and walks into the bathroom, as he is moving about, she goes to get her daughter.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Ginger takes a few moments to look at the one person in this world she would die for. This little child that has brought so much into her life. Each day there is something new, some little point in life that for the two of them is always special.
She leans over her daughter's face and kisses her forehead and then gives her a little shake. Wake up honey, got to get ready for school and have breakfast too. At twelve years old, Melissa goes through the same routine each morning. Getting out of bed, she shuffles her feet into her bathroom, while Ginger picked out her clothes for the day.
After breakfast was served, Daniel took off for his new job and Melissa wrapped herself up for a cold winter morning and the bus ride in to school. Finally alone, Ginger looks at the mess on the table and clears it and puts the dishes in the sink for washing in a little while.
Heating up some water, she fixes herself a large cup of cocoa and walked into the living room and turns on the radio. The station is playing an old Procol Harem song called Whiter Shade of Pale. The soft smooth tone of the music and the mellow voice sets her mood for the day, as she settles into her chair, curls up and sips her cocoa.
Not really wanting to move, she knows she has to, so she rises from the chair and goes upstairs to make herself ready for the day ahead. She likes what she calls her “me” time and she uses it wisely.
After her shower, she wraps a towel around her and walks into her bedroom to start to dress. The full-length mirror she looks at, shows back a very good-looking lady. At thirty-five, she’s worked to keep her looks and to keep herself from gaining much weight. Her shoulder length brown hair is brushed straight down with a little bit of curl at the ends. Her brown eyes appear small for her face, but they shine. She isn’t happy with her nose as she feels that she got her father’s nose, instead of her mother’s.
Ginger doesn’t like to use lipstick per se; she likes the lip-gloss instead. As she inspects herself a little closer, she notices a very tiny scar on her earlobe, where she was bitten as a child. An earring would cover it, so it didn’t bother her all that much.
Removing the towel, she inspects her breasts for signs of cancer, as she does weekly. Pressing the flesh, and feeling for lumps. Every time she does this, her nipples harden, and she often finds herself getting turned on. After the serious touching is done, she keeps her hands on her breasts and toys with her extended nipples, closing her eyes and wishing her dream lover was there caressing them for her.
A hand travels down her stomach to her small waist and each millimeter sends a small chill through her body, until she reaches her clean-shaven pussy and touches her clit. With her eyes still closed, her fingers spread her labia and spreads her moisture over her pussy to her clit. Her knees weaken some as she is throbbing and wants to feel a release.
Inserting a finger into her love tunnel, her other hand moves to rub her clit. Both hands working her into frenzy that she loves. A second finger finds its way inside of her and she lets out a loud moan from the sheer pleasure.
With eyes still closed, her phantom lover brings her to a sweet release, as her climax takes hold of her body. Picking up her towel, she dries the sweat from her body and starts to dress.
Around noon, she is sitting in the living room when she hears the phone ring. Lifting the receiver, she says, “Hello”
The male voice on the other end says, “Ginger?”
“Yes”
“I’m glad I found you. I wasn’t aware that you had moved until just the other day.”
“Who is this?”
“My name is Roger, and we met on the Internet a while back.”
“What did we talk about?”
“Just about your life in general, you’re a very open minded woman and I like that about you.”
“Well I’ve always told the truth, no matter what, but to be honest, I do not remember talking to you.”
“You wouldn’t, at least not by my real name anyway, but if I told you my user name you might. But I don’t want to do that right now. Knowing you from our chats has taken me to the point where I wanted to hear the voice that went along with the name. I do love your voice.”
This was starting to scare Ginger. She may or may not know this guy from the Internet, but why is he calling her? She hasn’t given out her phone number to anyone. So she said, “How did you get my phone number?”
“There isn’t to much information I can’t fine, one way or the other. I just researched it and after a few wrong numbers, I finally got you.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed our chats on the net, but please, do not call me at home. If you know me like you say you do, then you know I’m married, so please don’t call me anymore,” as she hung up the phone.
Still somewhat unnerved by the call, she walked into the kitchen and fixed some cocoa. While the water boiled, she went to the front yard and picked up the paper that was delivered earlier and after she fixed her cup, she sat and read her horoscope.
“Scorpio - Today you will start a new relationship with someone of the opposite sex. Move slowly and pay attention. Do not rush your new relationship, it will grow in time.”
“Dam,” she said to herself.
Having a little time, she grabbed her cup and went to her computer to check her emails. There was a bunch, so she read through them and responded where it was necessary. She went to her own site and looked over the entries in the forum to see if she could figure out who this “Roger” guy was.
There was nothing conclusive that she could find. Noticing the time, she closed down the computer. Going to Melissa’s room, she found her skates and then put her coat on. Outside, she hopped into her truck and headed for the school and then waited in line to pick her daughter up.
Taking her daughter to the local skating rink, she chatted with some of the other mothers there and then reminded Melissa that they had to get back home soon, to get supper prepared. Melissa skated for another ten minutes then they got in the truck and headed home.
Once back in the house, Melissa went to her room to do her homework, while Ginger went to the kitchen. Shortly, the front doorbell rang. Toweling her hands, she went to the door and opened it. To her surprise, there was a deliveryman there with a box. He had her sign for it and she brought it into the living room. Opening the box, she saw it contained a dozen long stemmed yellow roses. They were beautiful and she searched the box for a card, but there was no card, just the flowers.
She found a vase for the flowers and while she was putting them together, she thought to herself, “It’s not my birthday, nor is it a holiday of any kind. Who sent these? Maybe it was Daniel, just being nice for a change? No! Not Daniel, he has seldom bought me flowers for any occasion. I guess we’ll just have to wait until he gets home to find out.”
With Daniel due home soon, she finished setting the table and when he walked in the back door from work, it was all ready. He quickly went upstairs and cleaned up a little, and then they sat and ate supper.
While eating, Melissa said, “Dad, why didn’t you send me roses like you did for mom?”
He looked at Ginger, then at Melissa and said, “Because I didn’t send any roses, but if I did, I’d certainly send you some too.”
Then looking at Ginger, he said, “You got roses?”
“They were delivered this afternoon and didn’t have a card with them. I thought they were from you and the florist just forgot to put the card with them.”
“Maybe someone in the family sent them to you,” he said?
“Yeah, that’s got to be who sent them.”
The rest of the supper was quiet and after the meal, Daniel went to the living room and turned on the news while he waited for the ball game to start. He looks at the vase of flowers, shakes his head and then watches the television.
Meanwhile, Melissa and Ginger clean up the kitchen and then they went over her homework together, as they normally do. Melissa then went to her room and Ginger walked into the living room. Daniel gave her a funny look as she sat down, then looked at the flowers and then back at her.
“So, you want to tell me where these flowers came from?”
“I told you, I thought you sent them.”
“Well, I didn’t so someone else must have, right?”
“Look Daniel, I don’t want to argue with you about them, I’ll throw them out in the trash, alright?”
“I guess I have a right to know who the hell is sending my wife flowers, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes you do, but what can I say? I don’t know who sent them.”
He got up from the chair, looked at her and said, “Yeah, right. I’m going to bed.”
Dam, he was mad again, and I didn’t even do a dam thing. Her head started hurting from the stress, so she took some of her pills and went to her computer for a while. Opening her journal page, her entry was short; Received flowers today, hubby didn’t send them, who did? After reading some of her favorite sites and making remarks to the writers, she closed out and went upstairs to the bedroom.
She knew she wasn’t going to get any sleep right off, her head was splitting, so she changed into some baby doll sleep wear, put on her robe and went back downstairs.
In the living room, she sat on the rug in front of table that had six large candles on it. Lighting the candles, she just sat there looking into the flames in the darkness of the room. She changed her position to that of a Lotus Blossom, in yoga and just let herself drift into anywhere.
With the quietness and stillness of everything, except for the dancing flames, she did drift off. She was transported to a floral garden that had a rolling brook in it. Ginger took in the sweet smell of the flowers and the trickling of the water. Walking from flower to flower, loving their beauty and the serenity of the garden, she moved slowly.
Along the pathway she walked and soon there was another person walking behind her. Not following her, but with her, she sensed. She turned her head and the face of the man was fuzzy, but her was an older man with slight graying in his brown hair.
He was dressed in a black dress shirt with an open collar, and black dress pants. A black leather belt with silver studs and a buckle that was silver edged with gold and a matching “H” in the center of the buckle. His boots were western cut, and highly polished. The spur strap matched his belt.
“Hello Ginger,” the voice said.
Still unable to make out his facial features, she said, “Hello Roger, it is Roger, right?”
“Yes, and may I say that you look lovely tonight.”
Looking down at herself, she was just in her baby dolls and slippers. The top was a baby blue color and the material was quite thin. Her breasts were barely covered and she showed a lot of cleavage. The panties she wore were a super low rise boy short set and made of the same material as her top. If she faced him, he’d see all of her without a problem.
“Don’t be alarmed, I have a lot of respect for you and wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t like.”
Ginger wasn’t embarrassed about her body. She knew she looked good to the male eye and she was proud of herself for staying that way.
“Why are we here, Roger?
“You have to ask yourself, you brought me here to be with you.”
Ginger didn’t feel her head ache anymore, she felt like she was just floating in mid air with no pressure what so ever. “Let’s walk,” she said.
Hand in hand they walked the garden, smelling the flowers and enjoying the time “together”. Ginger found herself back at the brook and there was a blanket spread out on the edge of the brook. She sat on the blanket and brought Roger with her.
Lying side by side, Ginger used his arm as a pillow and again tried to make out his facial features. Slowly he came into view to her. She saw his blue eyes as they sparkled when he looked at her. He was older, and had crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. His nose looked like a “Frenchman’s” nose and his lips were full. He also had about a days growth of facial hair on him.
Reaching out, she ran her fingertips over his cheek and around his chin. She softly brought his face to hers and he kissed her. Their lips were soft against one another at first, then Ginger placed her hand on the back of his head and they both opened their mouths at the same time.
Tongues intertwined and explored and Roger pulled her body closer to him. He let his hand play across the back of her neck and hair as the kiss continued for a long time.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “Take your shirt off.”
Sitting, Roger unbuttoned his shirt and placed it behind him on the spread. Rolling back into her, he felt her breasts pressing into his chest. He kissed her again, hard and with meaning as his hand roamed down her back and he cupped her butt cheek.
Ginger’s pussy was soaking wet, she wanted to make love, to be loved at the same time. Her kiss was turning into a slight nipping of his lip.
Roger brought his hand under her top and moved it up over her head, exposing her naked breasts to his eyes. He lowered his head and suckled a nipple and let his hand roam back to her ass.
Ginger was ready and she reached between them and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and lowered his zipper. Reaching inside, she felt his hard cock pushing against his underwear. Pushing his pants down his legs, she reached into his briefs and felt the hard lump of man meat.
She wanted him in her mouth, wanted it badly, so she pulled back from him and made her way down his stomach to his briefs. With his briefs still on, Ginger took his hard shaft in her mouth and drooled on his briefs. Her hand then reached out and brought the top of his underwear up over his cock and it stood straight out at her mouth.
She lowered her head and took his entire shaft into her warm moist mouth. Her hand finished pushing his briefs off of him, as he had already kicked off his boots. When Ginger’s hand was empty, she moved it back up and held his scrotum in the palm of her hand.
Rolling his balls in the sack, she sucked on his cock. Ginger then took his sack and sucked on his balls and then licked back up his shaft.
Roger pulled her face up to his and kissed her and at the same time was removing her panties. His fingers flowed over her pussy and she drew in a breath, but then he moved between her legs and was staring at a beautiful bald pussy. Licking his lips, he then kissed her full on her labia, then with his tongue folded, he split those lips and her juices dribbled into his mouth as he licked her from bottom to top catching her clit at the very end.
Ginger loved to have her pussy eaten, but she wanted his cock inside of her. She was ready for him and wanted him badly, so she pulled his face from her and said, “Fuck me Roger, I need your cock now.”
Roger knelt between her legs and guided his cock to her wet opening. The bulbous head was ready to enter her when she said, “Please, now.”
He moved forward and let all seven inches slide into her before he stopped.
“Oh God, that is so nice,” Ginger said.
In slow even strokes, Roger moved inside of her, feeling every little ridge inside of her with his cock. He wanted to take his time, to give her as much as he could for as long as he could.
She matched his pace with her hips, as he leaned down and took her breast in his mouth and tugged on her nipple, and then did the same with the other nipple. Moving to her neck, he kissed and pecked at her neck and then he nibbled on her earlobes.
“Oh sweet Jesus, I’m going to cum Roger!”
He didn’t change his speed, but let her rise to that revelation in her own time. As he slid his cock in and out, he watched her bite her lip and then scream out in sheer bliss.
“Cuming, yes cuming, fuck me I’m cuming.”
His eyes delighted in watching her in the throes of her orgasm. Her head moving from side to side, her tongue licking her lips as she squirted her cum all over his thrusting cock.
As she slowed down a little, Roger picked up the pace and was moving hard and fast into her pussy and she loved this. Ginger could feel his cock sliding in and out of her tunnel and wished this could last forever. She wanted to cum again, so she brought her hand to her clit and masturbated it until she climaxed for a second time.
“Oh God this is good, cuming again, fuck my pussy.”
Roger was nearing the point where he would lose his load too, as he continued to stroke his cock inside of Ginger’s pussy as she was cuming once again. The warmth of her flow, streaming over his shaft set him off.
“Going to cum in your pussy Ginger. Going to cum hard.”
Hearing this, Ginger reached between then and took hold of his balls and softly squeezed them saying, “It’s what I want, flood me with your cum.”
Roger did just that too, his cock spewed cum like a fire hose putting out a fire.
As Ginger continued to squeeze his balls, she felt his jism hot and swift as his cock spasmed inside of her and made her cum again. With so much fluid inside of her, it leaked out down her ass and onto the spread.
Ginger was well spent by this time and just laid on the spread as Roger’s cock went limp and he fell along side of her. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the thought of the love making session she just had. It was so go to be held, and to be loved and not just as a release vessel. She again floated off.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the glowing tips of the candles. Looking around to make sure she was in her home, she realized it was all just a dream. Her panties were soaking wet and the carpet had a dark spot in it too. Looking at the clock on the wall, it read four o’clock. She had been “away” for seven hours.
It took her a little time to unfold from her position, but she finally did. She got some paper towels and dabbed at the wet carpet, cleaning it as much as possible. Then she went upstairs to bed and fell right to sleep.
While she was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper during lunch, the phone rang. Picking up the handheld, she click it on and said, “Hello”
“Did you get the roses?”
While she was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper during lunch, the phone rang. Picking up the handheld, she click it on and said, “Hello”
“Did you get the roses?”
“You! You were the one that sent them. Do you realize how mad my husband was last night when he saw them?”
“So, you kept them, that’s nice.”
“Don’t do that anymore please? The flowers are beautiful, but I can’t stand the arguing that they cause.”
“Okay, I promise, no more flowers as long as we can keep talking to one another?”
“We shouldn’t, you know that.”
“I know, but after last night, I just had to call you.”
“Why, what happened last night?”
“Well, after I ordered the flowers for you, I went about my day like normal, but when I went to bed, I had a dream of you.”
“What kind of dream,” Ginger asked?
“It started off with me and you in a flower garden….”
“What?”
“Yeah, a flower garden. You were dressed in blue baby doll pajamas….”
Ginger finished his sentence saying, “We walked around and laid on a blanket by a brook and made love.”
“Yes! That’s right, how did you know?”
“I had the same dream.”
Roger said, “That’s incredible, we had the same dream at the same time?”
Ginger said, I have to go,” as she shut the phone off and sat there amazed.
She was actually shaking at the thought of what Roger had said. It had to be a dream? I never left the house. But how the hell did he have the same dream as me? All these questions and more were running through her mind, but she couldn’t answer any of them.
Opening the newspaper, she checked her horoscope; Proceed with caution today. Strange occurrences may seem distant, but are closer than you think. Libra is holding a strong influence over you; it could turn out okay if you want it to.
Folding the paper closed, she stood and started cleaning, doing laundry, dusting, anything to keep her busy. To keep her mind off last night. It didn’t work; the laundry contained her baby dolls she wore last night. When she was vacuuming the living room, she unintentionally kept looking towards the candles and that place on the carpet.
“Dam, I need to get out of here for a while,” she said to herself. Grabbing her coat and purse, she headed out the door and jumped into the truck. Throwing on the heater, she backed out of the driveway and headed downtown.
For some reason, she turned in to a park and had to slow down to the five mile an hour speed. Leisurely, she took in the flat expanses where the baseball fields were. The sets of footprints in the snow that broke the smoothness of the surface. She drove further on and saw the fenced in building that was used as a locker and shower room for the Olympic sized pool.
Down further were the swing sets, monkey bars and other things for the younger children. She recalled the park she had taken Melissa to, when she was a small child. She always had fun playing in the park and Ginger just enjoyed seeing the happy look on her face, more than anything else in this world.
As she came closer to the swings, she saw a man sitting on the park bench. He wore a heavy overcoat with the collar turned up and what stood out to her was the Stetson cowboy hat on his head.
It was extremely rare to see anyone in western attire up here in Canada. His back was to the road, but she could not take her eyes off of this man. Ginger didn’t stop, she kept rolling by, but up the road was a parking lot she could turn around in. She entered the parking lot, and brought herself back out on the road.
Nearing the area of the swings, she saw that the bench was empty. Stopping the truck, she climbed out and went to the bench. It was covered in snow and the area around it had not been walked in, it was shiny and free of any footprints. Looking around, she was positive that this is where the man was sitting. Then she said to herself, “So what should I care if a stranger was sitting on a park bench?”
Somewhat confused as to why she stopped, she returned to her truck and headed to the school to pick up Melissa.
That night when Daniel got home, he saw that the flowers were still in the living room and he walked over to the coffee table, picked up the vase and threw it against the wall, then continued upstairs.
Ginger, hearing the smashing of glass, ran into the living room and saw the huge water stain on the far wall and the strewed roses on the floor along with the broken glass from the vase. She didn’t care that much about the roses, but the vase had been a gift from her sister when Melissa was born.
Going back into the kitchen, she fed Melissa, then put the food in her plate and sat down to eat. She picked at her food while she listened to the slamming of doors upstairs. Daniel came downstairs and without a word, took his coat from the hook and walked out the back door and just left.
Ginger took her plate and emptied it in the trash can and started to get the dishes prepared for washing. Melissa finished her meal and told her mom she’d be doing her homework, then going to bed.
“Okay honey, I’ll be up in a while to tuck you in, ok?”
“Mom, I’m getting a little big to have you tuck me into bed.”
“No honey, you’ll never be to big for me, besides that’s what mothers do.”
Melissa just turned around and went upstairs, while Ginger grinned at her.
After the dishes were done, she went into the living room, and picked up the roses and brought them to the trash basket in the kitchen. Before throwing them out, she inhaled their sweet scent, and then let them fall into the basket. Cleaning the glass from the vase, she hoped she got it all out of the carpet, but she had to let it dry off before she ran the vacuum over it.
She drew a bath for herself. She just wanted to soak in the jasmine scented water for a while. Checking on Melissa, who was still doing homework, she went to her room and took her clothes off and walked naked to the tub.
Turning on the spa jets in the tub, she relaxed to the water moving over her tired body. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and dozed off. Waking to the sound of the phone ringing, she decided to let the answering machine take the call.
After her bath, she threw on a pair of panties and a long nightshirt and again checked on Melissa. Seeing that she was in bed, she entered her room and sat along side of her.
With her eyes wide open, Melissa said, “Is daddy going to be okay?”
“Yeah honey, he’ll be alright. Seems as though we fight a lot, but we always make up, don’t we?”
“Yeah!”
Standing, she tucked the blanket and spread around her daughter, kissed her on the forehead and then shut the light as she left the room.
Downstairs, she saw the message light blinking on the phone and clicked play. “Ginger, it’s me! The boss called me on my cell phone and has a bunch of overtime work, so I’m going in and won’t be home tonight. I’ll also be staying here Saturday and won’t be back home until Sunday night. Look, I’m sorry about the vase and all, but it just pissed me off when I saw them there. I’ll see you on Sunday.”
Relieved that she wouldn’t have to argue with him after he got home tonight, she settled in her chair and turned on the television. She liked reality shows and checked the listings to see what was on. Nothing she wanted to see, so she shut the TV off and went to her computer.
Checking her emails, she responded to a few and then she went to her journal page and found a couple of private messages. The first one she opened just said, “Call me please? 222-555-1515” with no sender name, but she knew who it was without thinking. She wrote the number on a piece of paper and read the other messages.
Her eyes continued to go back to the phone number, so she shut down the computer and went to her chair and lifted the phone and dialed it.
“Hello”
“You wanted me to call?”
“Yes! Yes I did. You hung up so abruptly this afternoon, I was hoping you weren’t angry with me.”
“No Roger, not angry, more like confused over all of this. Why me? Why now?”
“Okay, you deserve an answer, so I’ll be honest with you, but you have to promise not to hang up one me, okay?”
“Okay, I won’t hang up.”
“About six or seven months ago, I found the journal site that you write in and I opened a journal of my own and made yours, one of my favorites. I’ve read each and every word you wrote and I was severely taken with you.”
“When I found out you placed me on your favorite list I was so happy. I read your entries and felt your pain and happiness and your frustrations with things in your life. Then you just shut your journal down and never made another entry.”
“I got to the point where I felt I had revealed to much of myself,” Ginger said.
Roger said, “We all need a place to go to, so we can just open ourselves up and not give a dam about anything.”
“That’s true, we do, but I was involving myself with a lot of people and it was effecting me to the point where I had to stop.”
“Yeah, I saw that too, but you started off, just wanting to be a friend to a lot of people and then you got drawn into a few internet relationships that you really didn’t want, but felt you needed, for one reason or another.”
Ginger didn’t say anything.
“I don’t want that kind of relationship with you. Not on the Internet anyway, and when we both dreamt the same dream last night, I knew we had a different kind of connection with one another and if you stop and think about it, you’ll realize it too.”
Ginger said, “That dream, it was something, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was amazing. I felt like I was actually there in the garden with you. The part where we made love was definitely fantastic.”
“But how did it happen,” Ginger asked?
“I can’t say for certain and I’ve thought about it. The only thing I can give credence to is the fact that when I laid down, I was thinking of you and wanting to be with you.”
“I was sitting in my living room, relaxing and I just drifted off to the garden.”
“You must have wanted to be somewhere else and with me calling you earlier yesterday and then the flowers, you must have had me on your mind.”
“But it was so real. You were so tender and sweet to me. You made me feel like I was actually being made love to, instead of with.”
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