According to psychiatrists, we all have fantasies. They say that everyone dreams, and that our dreams are only us acting out our anxieties and wishes by way of fantasies we conjure up while we sleep.

Growing up it might have been how we would like to be captain of the Australian or English cricket team, or a jet pilot and so on. As we get older we fantasise for other things, like winning the lottery, or becoming a millionaire. We know that the likelihood of any of these things happening is remote but, still, it is nice to dream occasionally.

Somehow our sexual fantasies seem to start when we are quite young, usually when we get into puberty. For many of us, and I include myself, we never stop fantasizing about sex, and we never want to. Despite how often we have sex, we still enjoy thinking about that next time, and how good it will be again.

I admit I've often fantasised about sex, without necessarily expecting to be lucky enough to actually enjoy those fantasies in real life. However, quite unexpectedly, I was able to achieve one of my fantasies.

I had moved to a new, larger flat in a block containing about 12 units. I had a balcony overlooking the garden and the street. There was a unit next to mine that also faced the front, and I was told by the agent that it was occupied by an older man and his wife.

I had lived in the flat for about a month but had only seen my neighbours from a distance. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the couple was indeed an older man and wife, but the wife was young Filipino woman, who I found out later, was only 28.

One day, while I was washing the car, the couple came out of the front door of the flat and came over to me. The man introduced himself as Jack and I guessed he was in his mid 60's. He then introduced me to this ravishing young Filipino girl, who he introduced as his wife Maree.
Now Maree was a lovely woman in every sense of the word – attractive, with a light golden brown skin, long black hair down to her waist, and figure to die for as they say. She wore a tight white blouse, and a short denim skirt. Although quite tall, she seemed poised and confident.

I could hardly take my eyes off Maree, and wondered how Jack could not only have found her, but have been able to entice her to marry him. I stammered out a "Hi!" as I held out my hand and told them that I was pleased to meet them. We talked small talk for a few minutes and then they went off walking arm in arm like any other couple.

I saw then from time to time from my balcony, as they were going out or coming in. They would wave and call up hi, but that is far as we got as neighbours

The next time I saw Maree was when I came out of the flats to get my car about two in the afternoon. . She was alone, and had obviously been shopping. She was carrying two bags of groceries that appeared rather heavy.

I walked over to her and put my hands out and took the bags from her, saying, "Let me help you with those." She flashed her beautiful eyes at me and said, "Thanks, they are a bit heavy."

She opened the front door of the units, I beckoned her to go in first. She stepped in and stood so as to hold the door open for me to come in. As I went in the door, she was so close to me that my left arm brushed across her breasts. She looked at me and smiled as I said I was sorry.

I motioned for her to go up the stairs and strolled in behind her. I was about two steps behind her, but my eyes were level with her bottom, which was so rounded and perfect in her short skirt. As you can imagine I was having trouble containing myself, particularly in one department, as I followed her up the stairs. It was all I could do to stop myself from dropping her bags and grabbing her around the waist and pulling her body back onto to mine.

Eventually we reached the landing outside her door. She stopped and opened her purse and took out her key. After opening the door she turned to me and held out her hands to take the bags, and she said, "Thank you, would you like to come in for a drink?" and then alerted me to the fact that Jack was in there by saying, "Jack would enjoy having a talk with you."

I wondered whether Jack would enjoy seeing me follow his gorgeous young wife into their flat in the condition I was in. So I made a quick excuse that I had some urgent things to do. She smiled again and said, "Perhaps we can have that drink another time."
Now my fantasies started in earnest, I could not get her out of my mind, and the thought of her beauty being with such an old man seemed to be a shocking waste.

I only saw her a few times during the next two weeks or so, and only when she and Jack came or went from the building. Each time she flashed such a smile at me that I knew that life was going to be very dull unless I could live out my fantasy with her.

It was about a month later, a warm Saturday evening when I bumped into Jack as he and Maree came home from shopping. As we got to the top of the landing, Jack said, "Hey Tony, you must come and have dinner with us, it is my birthday today. I felt there was no way of refusing him, also it would mean I could admire Maree and her beautiful body for a couple of hours.

I asked for time to have a shower and to clean up and I would be in. Just as I was about to join them I remembered I had a bottle of whiskey untouched in the cupboard, and although I didn't know if Jack drank whiskey, it would make a nice present.

I grabbed the bottle and went, I knocked on the door. It was opened by Maree, whose smile was enough to turn me on. "Come on in Tony," she said, as she stepped aside. I wanted to take her in my arms and crush her beautiful body against mine and kiss that delectable mouth.
Instead I meekly said "Thank you" as I brushed past her. By that time Jack had come to the door. I held out the whiskey bottle and said "Happy birthday Jack, I hope you like whiskey.

"Oh yes," he said, "I am always partial to a drop of whiskey, but it is getting so expensive, I very rarely buy it now."

Jack and I sat enjoying a whiskey as we chatted. He talked on, mainly about his life and his time in the army during the war, as most old soldiers do. I nodded from time to time or said politely, "Yes Jack," but my mind was on Maree who was moving in and out of the kitchen.
I noticed his glass was empty, so I took it out of his hand asking If I could get him another. He nodded and I went into the kitchen. Maree looked up and smiled. Something just snapped inside of me, I put the glass on the bench, put my two arms around her and pulled her to me. At first it seemed as if she was going to push me off, but suddenly our lips were planted together. Her arms came around my neck as our lips opened and out tongues danced together. I was erect in no time.

It was all over in just a minute, but it was the most wonderful feeling having her body pressed hard against mine. Nothing was said between us, but the look on her face said it all. She immediately returned to arranging the food on the plates. I poured Jack's whiskey and returned to the lounge room.
 
The evening proceeded normally, with Jack dominating the conversation. Well after all it was his birthday. Maree and I exchanged glances from time to time, but said little. The feeling of wanting her burned so deeply inside me that I had to force myself to concentrate on what Jack was saying.

After dinner we sat and talked, Jack drank a few more whiskeys until it was obvious that he was ready for bed. Maree stood up and quietly said, "I think, Jack, it's time for you to go to bed." She then turned to me and said, "Thank you Tony for being with him on his birthday, I am sure he enjoyed it even more having you here with us." It was obvious that I was being told it was time for me to go. Reluctantly I stood up and shook Jack's hand and wished him many more happy birthdays. Maree opened the door, I smiled at her, and she returned the smile as I left.

I spent many restless nights after that, thinking back on that glorious minute when I had held her in my arms and we had kissed. It was a real lover's kiss, but since then I had hardly seen her, let alone been close enough to even whisper to her about my feelings of wanting her so much.

It was almost two weeks after that eventful evening that I drove into the car park, just as an ambulance pulled out. Somehow I knew it was Jack. I bounded up the stairs and knocked on heir door. There was no answer.

I did not see Maree for the next two days, but when I arrived home the third day, there was a note pushed under my door from her saying that she was sorry to tell me that Jack had passed away from a heart attack.

As I approached their door, I heard voices from within. I knocked, Maree opened the door, inside were two other women, one a Filipino like Maree and the other, an older woman. She introduced the first one as her friend from the Philippines who lived in Melbourne as Rose, and the other as the wife of Jack's best friend. We talked for a while about what had happened and it seems as though Jack had had a sudden heart attack and had died before the ambulance had arrived.

We talked about the funeral arrangements and that Maree was going to stay with her friend until after the funeral. I was devastated, as I did not want her to drift out of my life, but was unable to say anything of a personal nature to her.

I attended the funeral. There were only twelve of us there, Maree and myself, her Filipino friend; the others I assumed being some of Jack's old army mates and two of their wives. It was very quiet quick affair, and we all went to the nearby hotel where Maree had arranged a luncheon for us.

I was only able to get a brief conversation with her before she was whisked off by her friend Rose, but she told me should be back in a few days to sort out Jack's things and to decide what to do with them. As we shook hand I bent over and kissed her on the cheek and she smiled at me and thanked me.

It was a week before she returned to the flat and I had longed for her, and wanted to be with her every moment since I had last seen her. I heard a movement in her flat and knocked on the door. The door opened and there was Maree. She was very formal in her greeting, and invited me in, saying how nice it was to see me and thanking me for being at the funeral. I sensed it was not the right time to take hold of her and kiss her. She had obviously been there a while as she had placed small piles of what were I realized were Jack's clothes and other belongings ready to put into the boxes sitting on the floor.

We exchanged a lot of small talk, as though we were walking on glass, and she kept her distance. As it got darker, I asked her what she was doing for food, and she said she didn't know, as she had not thought about it. I asked her if she would let me take her out for dinner.
To my surprise, she responded that it would be nice, and that she had almost finished and she should be ready in about another half hour. I took it as a signal for me to leave her alone, and told her to knock on the door when she was ready.

It was just over a half hour when a polite knock came on the door and I put on my coat not intending to invite her in and perhaps embarrass her. She had changed and looked very lovely in a subdued outfit of a black top and black long pants. It was hard not to put my arms around her and hold her close.

I took her to a quiet little restaurant I knew where we could sit and talk without a lot of noise. It was obvious she was ready to talk about herself. She told me about her early life in the Philippines, and of the abject poverty of her life there. How when she met Jack she saw him as her way out, and that is why they married. She told me how good Jack had been to her, never beating her or putting her down, but always worried about seeing that she was happy and always giving her what he could, within the limits of their income.
I asked her about children, and her only words were that Jack had no wish to have children, and in any case he was not very good in that matter. I did not enquire any further.

I started to understand her reserve now, how although she had kissed me passionately she had never allowed anything to develop between us. She was totally loyal to Jack.

She told me that Jack had owned the flat she lived in and he had left her a modest sum of money. My hear sank when she told me she was going to go home to see her parents before she came back and looked for a job.

It was after 10pm when we finally arrived back at the units. I followed her up the stairs, as I had on other occasions, trying not to look at her beautiful bottom as I did. We arrived at the top of stairs and stopped out side my door. I took out my key and opened the door. She thanked me for a lovely evening and also for being such a good friend to Jack. She held out her hand. I put out my mine, suddenly she moved towards me, leaned against me and broke into uncontrollable sobbing.

I walked her into my flat and closed the door. I held her close and let her sob her heart out. I was sure it was the first opportunity she had had to let out her emotions. We clung tightly to each other. I did not want to let her go, anyway.

Slowly her sobbing ceased but she did not make any move to withdraw herself from my arms. I bent to kiss her as she put her arms around my neck and opened her lips to me. I handed her a clean handkerchief and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes. I kissed her on each of her now red eyes and said, "Don't be, it will be alright." She came back to me, and as I took her in my arms she said, "Yes Tony, I feel a lot better now." We kissed again if anything more passionately than before.
I knew that it was now the right time.

I picked her up in my arms and walked into bedroom. I laid her down on the bed. I sat down on the edge and leant over and kissed her. She put her arms around me and held me close as we kissed. I had closed the blinds and as I had never put the lounge room lights on, we only had the filtered light coming in from the street. She looked more beautiful than ever with her tear-stained face.
I stood up and quickly undressed down to my underpants. She never took her eyes off me. I lay down next her, she turned towards me. We put our arms around each other, and gave each other little kisses. I moved my hand down and started to remove her top. She helped me lift it off and then I unclipped her bra and dropped it on the floor.

I was looking at two perfect breasts. Round and firm golden brown orbs, with exquisite nipples that stood up inviting me to taste and suck them. I kissed each nipple and put my hand around them to feel the firmness, yet the silken feeling of her golden brown skin. As I sucked on each nipple she started to sigh and to run her hand all over my hair and face. I could feel her passion rising in the way she started to move her hips by slowly rotating them and opening and closing her legs.

I alternated sucking on each nipple drawing it out into my mouth and holding it with my tongue firmly against the roof of my mouth. My penis was on fire for her, and yet I wanted to continue to play with those lovely breasts. Eventually I let her nipple go and, holding each breast firmly in my hand, commenced rubbing each nipple around my face, over my forehead, my lips and cheeks. It was most delightful, feeling the firmness of her nipples against my skin.

Maree quickened the movement of her hips and her sighing grew louder and more frequent. Her hand started to rub on my chest and then slowly her hand went lower and lower on my body. Down on my stomach and then around my belly button until she reached the top of my underpants.

There was just a moment of hesitation before she pushed her hand under the fabric, and took hold of my engorged penis. She grasped it and held it tightly. I took my head away from her breasts and we kissed passionately, our tongues playing with each other.
I told her I wanted to get my underpants off, and she took her hand from me and started to push them off me. I moved away from her enough to get my underpants off and she immediately took hold of me again, but not as tightly as before, and started to gently move her hand up and down, stroking me.

I looked at her and we smiled at each other. I knew that we had both waited for this for some time, and we were not going to hurry or rush to a climax.

She moved her lips to my ears and whispered in my ear, as though we were not alone, that she wanted to feel me inside her, and then rolled over on her back. I moved my body on top of her being careful to position my legs so as not to put any weight on her. I looked at the beauty of her mound with its little patch of neatly trimmed black hair, and her very inviting wet opening. She took hold of my very erect penis and placed it at her entrance.

I slowly moved inside her, and to my surprise found she wasn't a virgin. I wondered for a moment if Jack had been the one to take her virginity or has it been some other lucky fellow. What the heck -- I was no virgin, so who was I to judge?
As I moved deeper inside her, Maree lifted her legs around my waist and locked her ankles together. We were a perfect fit and she told me how lovely it felt having me deep inside her.

We did not rush. I would move up and down inside her and she would move her hips up in timing with my movement into her as if to make sure she got all of me deep inside. We continually gave each other little loving kisses. We stopped and talked about ourselves and how we had each wanted this, but how glad we were that we had not rushed into it behind Jack's back.

We rolled around over on the bed as we held tightly to each other, and she was on top of me. We laughed as we had to untangle our legs, and she sat up on top of me. I marvelled at her beauty and wanted this night to never end.

Slowly she started moving up and down on me at the same time throwing her shoulders back and which pushed her lovely breasts out. I took hold of them and held them in my hands, lightly rubbing her nipple with my thumb. This caused her to speed up her movements up and down on me.

We were fast approaching the time when there would be no turning back.

I let her go for a little while until I sensed we were both ready, and I rolled her back over and resumed my position on top of her. She replaced her legs around my waist. Now I could not hold back any longer, and I told her that I needed to climax. She said that she was ready also, and desperately wanted to feel me climax inside her.

I speeded up my movement, and just as she opened her mouth and cried out, "Oh god yes, yes!" pouring deep inside her." I held myself deep inside as my eruptions continued, and her hips and legs writhed under me. She was clearly having a wonderful orgasm as she clung tightly to me.

I had never felt this aroused and energized before.

I held myself deep inside as she continued to orgasm. My juices finally stopped flowing into her and my penis started to contract. Slowly her body stopped moving around. She opened her eyes and I moved down, and we kissed a long, lingering, satisfying passionate kiss.
I rolled off her and we lay together in each other's arms, just savoring the moment, kissing and running our hands all over each other in loving tender caresses.

The next thing I knew it was morning and she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me with those lovely brown eyes.
A week later I cried as I watched her go through the gate to the waiting aircraft to go to the Philippines to see her family, although she had promised she was coming back to me, my heart ached for her.

Now it is just over 15 months later and I am lying here in our bed, watching my beautiful Maree feed our 5 months old daughter, who is every bit as beautiful as her mother. Soon she will put her in her cot to sleep and come and lie beside me and we will make beautiful love again, as we have so many times in he past year

Yes, fantasies can come true, but sometimes you just have to wait.