Dreams

Dreams

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

They met over the internet, and over time grew close. They finally meet face to face, and it's an encounter that neither was expecting.

Summary

They met over the internet, and over time grew close. They finally meet face to face, and it's an encounter that neither was expecting.

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Submitted: April 11, 2013

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Submitted: April 11, 2013

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Phase I:  The Meeting

 

It had been a long time since they first started talking.  What started as a simple hello over the emptiness of cyberspace was becoming something closer than either of them could really gauge.  It was more than she wanted, but not as much as he wanted.  It was hard to believe that they knew each other for less than a year.  When they were talking they seemed so at ease with each other that you would have thought that they were close friends for most of their lives.  When she first made her presence known to him, it was at a whim.  To her, it was just another in a long line of friends that would leave her before long.  To him it was an unlikely friendship that he didn’t feel adequate to be part of.  To him it felt like he would never be enough for her.  To her it felt as though she would never be able to interest him.  They were both wrong.  Here it was less than a year since that first hello, and they are finally able to look into each others eyes.  He had flown half way around the world for this one chance and here he was, sitting in the plane trying to decide whether or not to go through with it.  Doubts raced through his mind like panicked rats. 

“What if she doesn’t like the real me?”  “What if I disgust her?”  “What if I offend her?”  “What if I’m not what she pictured?”  These were all he could think of until he firmly shut them out.  He reassured himself the same way he had during the long hours of the trip.  “What do you say we let the lady decide, shall we?”  It was a good decision and he was proud of it.  He knew that she had her own doubts about herself, and that it was no fairer of her to think less of herself than it was for him to think less of himself on her behalf.  He also knew that he couldn’t begin to see how wonderful she was if he was so consumed by self-doubt that he spent less than one-hundred percent of his attention on her.

Here it was, the door of the terminal.  He had told her to be at gate fourteen, and now he was there.  So was she.  Their eyes met.  She looked away, and he was hurt.  But he was only hurt for a moment.  He realized that she looked away due to embarrassment, not from disgust.  It bolstered him enough to get him walking.  He was standing in front of her when she started to look back up.  She hadn’t realized that he had come the small distance between them, so a small gasp of surprise escaped her lips.  She also took a small step back before he had her in his arms.  It was not a passionate embrace, but rather the embrace of a man that finally held the one thing he had been looking towards for so long.  It was the embrace of a man that had finally been able to show the great relief that rests in the soul of all those that are saved from an outside influence.  It was an embrace of the greatest sadness and exultation.  It was an embrace of life and love.  It was the embrace of friends.

 

 

 

 

Phase II:  The Day

 

They sat across from each other in a small diner.  They were sipping their drinks.  What they were drinking seemed rather similar, but only from a distance.  She sipped a martini, he sipped water.  He rather liked water from this side of the world.  They had had lunch in order to catch up, and to catch their breath.  Their meeting had left both of them feeling a bit out of sorts.  More so than either one would even admit to themselves, let alone to each other.  He had eaten quite a bit, or so it seemed to him for she had barely touched her food.  She said that she was not that hungry, but he knew the truth.  She had spent so much time avoiding food that it was as bad for her as starvation was to him.  He knew better than to say anything about it, but that didn’t help the idea that he should help her.  Maybe someday she would let him, but today was not that day.

They spent the rest of the day seeing the sights that were in this strange new country.  All were old to her, but brand new to him.  He drank them in as much for their own value, as for the lovely guide that he had.  And she was lovely; there was no doubt about it.  It was not the physical beauty, even though that that was surely present.  It was something much deeper than that.  A hint of pain with a touch of desire maybe.  It was an elusive feeling that made him feel like he had to hold her.  But he could not trust himself to do it for the comforting factors as much as for the sensual ones that kept creeping into his mind.  He knew that she knew about those thoughts.  He could tell by the way she would steal little sideways glances at him then look forward again blushing.  Then again, she was smiling a these times to.  She seemed to be constantly smiling and he found that he was too.  It was like he was a goofy teenager again.  Smiling because he didn’t know if he was embarrassed, horny or something completely different.  That was why he tried to soak in as much as the atmosphere as he could.  He had to learn about this beautiful woman that was beside him.  That was when it struck him; she was not to be found in the little diners and the streets of this city or this country.  The only way he was going to learn about this lady was to look into her eyes and give himself to her.  But that was only going to work if she did the same thing.  He knew she had been hurt many times in the past and he had no right to ask her to risk it again, but he was going to.

He stopped her mid-sentence to ask of her thoughts on the subject.  It seemed that he had avoided this question since that first embrace.  It would be avoided no more.  He looked deep into her eyes and asked if she would let him give himself to her, as he asked that she do the same.  Suddenly her eyes filled with tears and he was wondering if he had just lost his friend.  She reassured him that that was not the case, but that she had been thinking along the same lines.  She just didn’t know how to broach the subject without seeming too much like an over-eager little girl.  He tried to tell her that he was willing to do anything she wanted to make her feel completely comfortable with him, but she just shook her head saying that he didn’t know what he was asking.  He most certainly did know what he was offering and to prove it he did the one thing that would show just how much he was willing to give her.

He kissed her.

It wasn’t a kiss to write movies about, but it was definitely one that they would both remember for the rest of their lives.  It was the one thing that both had wanted, but neither had the courage to ask for.  It was pure bliss.  In that moment, they were both at complete ease with each other and the doors that had been locked to each other were suddenly thrown wide open.  These doors would never close again, let alone lock.  They would now know each other as well, if not better, as they knew themselves.  Their eyes were closed during the kiss, but they saw each other better now than they had any time previous.  It was a moment that would define life for them both.

 

 

Phase III:  The Night

 

He offered to stay at a hotel, but she said she wouldn’t hear of it.  She said that she wanted to spend the night talking and getting to know one another.  She said that she wanted to know everything before he had to leave, but he had a little secret that he would only tell if it seemed appropriate to.  This was not that time.  Even though he knew almost nothing of her native language, and she knew quite a bit but not all of his they had to improvise a bit in their conversations.  She told him what she wanted to say and he told her the words.  He tried to learn a bit of her language, but it was soon apparent that she was much better than he at languages.  So he stuck to his form of translation.  He knew it wasn’t fair, but what else could be done?  It was difficult but he managed to get her to talk about herself for a while.  What he heard broke his heart many times over, but each time it seemed to strengthen his resolve to love her in a way that would cause her no more pain.  He decided that he would offer his love to her, and let her take it or leave it.  It was her choice.

When he got the nerve to tell her this all she could do was smile a sad smile and say that he didn’t have to play games and tell her only what he thought she wanted to hear.  He was almost offended at the way that she dismissed him.  But he remembered that there had been someone not too long ago that had offered that exact same thing and then had turned on her.  The guy had told her exact what she was yearning to hear just to get into her bed, and then had told her awful things just out of spite.  She had locked him out of her life after that and made a pact with herself that she would never let anyone in like that again.  The problem was that she was already going back on that pact.  He was inside her in all the ways that truly mattered.  There was only one way left and she decided that he would have that too.

And soon.

After asking her for what felt like the hundredth time if she was sure, he let her guide him to her bedroom.  There were candles lit and soft music playing in the background.  He noticed that a small bathroom was over to the side and that a bubble bath had already been drawn.  He finally took the hint and embraced her with all the longing and all the passion that he had been restraining to this point.  He slowly removed her shirt, caressing every bit of soft flesh that was exposed.  He kissed his way down each arm to the tip of each middle finger.  He did this slowly, deliberately.  He kissed the inside of each wrist at the bracelets of fortune.  He kissed the inside of her neck, making her giggle a little when his moustache tickled her skin.  He kissed the lobe of each ear and then made his way to her forehead.  He placed a long kiss here and then he looked deeply into her eyes.  While he was still looking into her eyes, he kissed her luscious lips.  He began a soft, close mouthed kiss that transformed into a passionate open mouthed kiss that left them both panting for breath.  While they continued with their kiss, he pulled the rest of her clothes off as well as his own shirt.  He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.  He gently placed her in the bath and offered to bath her.  She said that she would let him bath her, but he had to be willing to go through the same treatment.  First.  He agreed, stripped out of his pants, and got into the tub with her.  She took hold of the sponge and soaped up his chest.  She did this slowly, so as not to miss a single spot.  Then she washed his back, providing the same attention to detail that she had went through with the front.  Then she moved on to the legs.  She did each leg separately, front and back.  Then it came to the point that he was curious about.  He wondered how she would handle this part of it.  She shocked him by grabbing it and washing it as though it was just another arm or a foot.  Then when she seemed content that it was clean, she started showing more care for the member that she still held in her hand.  She looked up into his eyes as she slowly started to rub it.  He could see the pleading in her eyes and said the first thing that came into his head.

“Do what you want, this night is yours.”

She smiled and gripped his member slightly tighter for a moment before resuming her stroking.  She sped up as did his breathing, but he was not to be brought off like that, and not this soon, so he brought her close for another kiss.  When they took a breath, he said that it was her turn to be bathed.  Before she could protest, he had retrieved the sponge from the other side of the tub and began to soap up her back.  He took just as much care in washing her as she did him.  After her back was fully washed, he began to wash her front.  He was sitting behind her in the tub, so he could wrap both hands around her to help in the task of washing, but he was unable to see much of what he was doing.  Thus he found his way by touch.  She would alternate between giggling and moaning as he stroked different areas.  He spent as much time lightly caressing her side for the laugh as he did rubbing her perfect breasts for the moan.  He knew that if he allowed himself to focus entirely on the pleasure, he would lose himself in it.  He loved her too much to allow this to happen.  When he was satisfied that her chest was clean, he moved on to her legs.  He may have been satisfied, but she made it clear that she was not.  He made a silent vow to himself that she would not remain discontent for long.  He asked if she could turn till she was facing him.  In this fashion, he had better access to her legs.  He started at one hip and slowly washed down the outside of first one leg, then the other.  When he finished with the outsides of both legs, he meticulously cleaned the insides of each.  Each time he got near the top of the leg he would switch to the other until she nearly screamed in frustration.  So as to avoid getting a swift kick for his teasing he finally started paying attention to the one place that he had thus far neglected.  When she spread her legs for his, he rubbed the sponge roughly against her.  She let out a mixed whimper and moan.  When he had finished his washing duties, he continued to administer attention to her most sensitive area.  He first rubbed the out lips, and then slowly eased the tip of one middle finger into her.  This was just enough to part her heated lips.  When this was done and he was able to see the swollen clit, he applied just the barest amount of pressure to it.  She shuddered with the pleasure that she was feeling.  As he continued o rub her clit, he slowly allowed one finger to enter her.  She was so into his rubbing that she was pushing down with her body.  This caught his hand between her body and the tub.  This may have been her desire all along.  With his hand caught where it was, she could do as she pleased for as long as she pleased.  This was fine with him, and it allowed him to use his other hand to explore the rest of her gorgeous body.  As she rode his hand, she adjusted so that he could slide another finger up inside of her.  With these two fingers, he tried to reach the deepest parts of her and with his thumb he kept rubbing her clit to the point of pure climactic joy.

He dug his fingers into her tight mound and probed for her g-spot.  He knew exactly where it was, but he didn’t want to push her too far too quick.  He wanted her to experience and enjoy every level of satisfaction as she came to it.  It wouldn’t do either of them any good if she rocketed to the top, then spent the rest of the time unable to match that one state of arousal.  So he paced her.  He knew that she wanted more, and that he could give it to her, but he had to take his time.  He loved her enough to do this.  As he inched toward her g-spot with one hand, he had placed the other hand on her breast.  The other breast was being kissed and nibbled upon to the result of moaning and writhing under his caring touch.  He was giving her the most physical attention that she had allowed herself to receive in a long while.  She was beyond words when he finally rubbed her fragile spot.  Her eyes shot wide as she screamed her orgasm.  Her body clamped down on his hand as it tried to soak every bit of pleasure from him.  As she did this, his mouth remained clamped on her hardened nipple.  He was going to sustain this feeling for her as long as he could.  As it turned out, this wound up taking nearly a minute before she was able to fall back into the tub and relax.  She nearly sobbed from the memory of the pleasure.  He held her for a long time afterwards.  He held her until the water turned cold.  He then picked her up and slowly, deliberately dried each inch of her body.  He carefully carried her into the bedroom, and laid her upon the bed.  She was nearly asleep from the earlier activity, but that didn’t stop her from watching him go back into the bathroom and dry himself.  When he returned, he was sliding his pants back on, but she surprised him by telling him not to.  She informed him that if he was going to stay under her roof, there was only one acceptable place for him to sleep, and to do so forbid clothes.  He just smiled as he let his pants fall once more to the floor.  He walked the few feet to her bed and got in beside her.

As soon as he slid under the covers with her he realized that she wasn’t quite as tired as she had seemed.  She immediately grasped his member and slowly started to squeeze it until it began to respond.  As she did, he started rubbing her mound until he could feel her juices flowing around his fingers.  When this teasing began to get the better of both of them, they started to get down to the true business of tonight.  He started by kissing his way down her body.  She would moan as he kissed an area that was excited and ready for pleasure.  When he got to her breasts, she grasped his head and held it to each nipple in turn.  The same went for the navel as he dug his tongue into it in promise of things to come.  When he got close to her Mound of Venus, he paused for the shortest time in order to take in the lovely sight before him.  Then he allowed his tongue to touch her exposed clitoris.  When she shuddered from even that brief contact, he knew that he would have her screaming before long.  Emboldened by this revelation, he sucked her tender clit into his mouth as he had done to her nipples.  As he did this, he lovingly parted her lips with his fingers and slid one middle finger back in where it had already been.  Instead of going back to work on the g-spot, he set that finger to work rubbing and caressing every inch of her.  With his mouth working on her clit and his finger working on her insides, it wasn’t too long before she was squirming all over the bad.  As soon as this began they both threw the bed sheets onto the floor because they could do nothing but get in the way.

With his attention back on her, he resumed his activities to her nether-regions.  She greeted this with the groan of someone that is ready and eager for more.  So with a few more minutes of work, he decided that she would not wait much longer.  With this, he dug his tongue into her hot body.  She was not expecting this so her eyes widened and she dug her hands into the back of his head.  He welcomed this as he began to lap at her juices.  As he worked his tongue deeper into her, she kept her hands on the back of her head as her legs would alternate closing and opening around his head trying to both squeeze him out and allow him deeper access.  So he would go as deep as he could when her legs were closed, but he would dive as deep as he could when she spread them.  He could feel her climax approaching so he doubled his efforts.  As his mouth worked, his hands were busy becoming better acquainted with her gorgeous body.  Finally he grabbed her hips and slammed his tongue into her, brushing her g-spot until she had a loud screaming orgasm.  It folded on itself to become a multiple orgasm so he did what he could to keep it going.  Finally she had to push him away so she could escape the pleasure/pain of all that raw sensation in her own body.  As she lay there gasping for breath he could see that she was quivering all over her sweat covered body.  He thought about suggesting another bath, but thought better of it.

When he could tell she was calming down a bit he reached over and pulled her to him.  She resisted at first saying that she wasn’t ready, but he insisted.  When she was next to him she pulled one of his arms around her so that there was not enough room between them to slide a single sheet of paper.  After a moment she thanked him for such a powerful gift, but said that it couldn’t have done much for him.  He assured her that it had done wonders for him to see her in such pleasure.  He was only happy when he was giving the one that he loved as much pleasure as she could stand.  She laughed and said that he must have been very happy at that point then.  He let her know just how happy he was with his warm and welcoming kiss.  The kiss must have rekindled her passions because she found herself pushing him on his back as she took control of the situation.  She had plans for him, but before this moment she had absolutely no idea what they were.  So she let inspiration guide her.  She started kissing down his body as he had done to her, but when she got to his nipples she didn’t kiss them, rather she bit them as hard as she dared.  He was surprised by this turn of events, but he was too pleased with the results to even think about protesting.  He just lay back and enjoyed the sensations that she unleashed in him.  She even paid attention to his slight deformity in the middle of his chest.  She licked all around the rim of it then planted a kiss right in the middle.  With this, she moved lower on his body till she was even with his navel.  She gently blew into it, and with the sweat that had been worked up, it chilled him enough to tighten the skin slightly.  The she looked up into his eyes as she went lower.  When his member was in front of her, she allowed the slight scent to engulf her.  She knew that smell even though she had never smelled it before.  It was the smell of desire and lust.  She felt such pride that she could evoke these feelings in someone else.  There were times when she had had her doubts. 

She looked into his eyes one more time to make sure it was ok, but his eyes were closed in anticipation, so she took her answer from the smile on his face.  She grasped it by the base and allowed her hand to move up its entire length.  When she reached the top, she allowed her thumb to move back and forth on the head.  The elicited a slight gasp from him and she was satisfied that she was doing better than she thought she would.  With that behind her she opened her mouth and engulfed him.  She took him as far into her mouth as she could, but it still left nearly an inch of him outside of her mouth.  While she was trying to decide if he was bigger than she thought or if her mouth was smaller, she started working her tongue all around his length.  She started to slowly pull off of him.  When only the head remained in her mouth, she wrapped her hand around him and started stroking up and down as she sucked.  His response was to lift his hips trying to meet her rhythm.  When he was unable to do this, he realized that she was going at different speeds just to throw him off.  With a smile he just brought his body back to the bed and let her do as she pleased.  After this, she brought his member back into her mouth, sucking on it the way she would have sucked on a too-thick milkshake.  He responded by telling her that if she wasn’t careful she would have a surprise to deal with very soon.  She thought about it, but decided that she didn’t want him to release just yet, because she had so much more planned for him and this was not where he would be leaving his seed.  She had a surprise of her own in store for him.

With a slight tinge of regret she took her mouth off of him and took in the results of her work.  He was rigid and standing straight up in the air.  She briefly wondered if it hurt to be that hard.  If so, he wasn’t complaining.  When she judged that they had both waited quite long enough for this moment she straddled him, grabbed the head of his member, made a quick adjustment, and allowed it to penetrate into her.  It hurt slightly to have something like that invade her, but she welcomed the pain.  When the pain faded, the pleasure that took its place was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to gasp.  Even he was at a loss to explain how snug and satisfying it felt to be inside of her.  It felt like being caressed by a velvet glove that was made to fit him perfectly.  He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but he could feel it getting tighter around him at certain points.  He would have been surprised to know that her body was doing this on its own, and she was just as surprised by it.  When the initial shock wore off, she lay down against his chest to feel his body next to hers as she felt him inside of her.  He wrapped his arms around her, and then moved his hands down to her firm ass.  He grasped her and lifted her a few inches off of him.  Not enough for him to slip out, but enough to make a point.  Then he slammed it back into her.  She clawed her fingers into his chest at the sensation, and pushed back onto him.  He took this as a good sign so he did it again.  Not only did she respond the same way, but she even told him to do it harder.  So he did his best to give her as much force as he could muster.  He did this in small increments.  He went harder slowly over the next few thrust, but she still wanted more.  So he gave it all he had and she was finally satisfied.  After nearly half an hour of steady pounding she sat straight up on him and began to grind her hip into his.  When he did this he tensed his member inside of her at a steady rhythm and rubbed one of his thumbs against her clit.  She had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, but a low guttural moan was emanating from between her slightly parted lips.  When she ground her hip into a way that wouldn’t allow his hands around her clit he shifted both hands to rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples.  She responded by rubbing their hip together in such a way that his pelvic bone was rubbing her clit every time she moved.  When she came, it was like a volcano had erupted within her.  It was a feeling that was so intense that she stopped all motion in order to enjoy it.  He knew what was happening, but was so far lost in his own passion that he grabbed her, and without slipping out of her, tossed her onto her back and started pounding into her.  She wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into his back.  He welcomed it because he had always thought that if he didn’t have claw marks in his back, he wasn’t good enough.  It didn’t look like that would be a problem.  When that orgasm had finally subsided, she silently counted how many that made her for this night.  Counting those last ones she was at eight.  She couldn’t believe it.  She had never had more than four on any given night, but she was at eight and could fill the next round coming on.  He continued to slam his body into her, so she lifted her legs to give him deeper access.  So he took the hint and slammed as deep as he could into her.

They were both lost in the rhythm of sex and neither realized it when the sun started to come up outside.  The candles had long since burned down, and now only a few even continued to be alight.  But they didn’t need the light at this point, because they knew each others bodies as well as they would ever know their own.  When he finally neared orgasm he let her know.  He asked where he should do it, and at first she didn’t respond.  He reminded her that this was something that needed to be decided relatively quickly so she gave him her answer.  She wrapped her legs around him and asked what he thought.  With a smile he slammed into her a few more times and unleashed what felt to both of them like a huge amount of his seed.  This triggered another round of orgasms in her as he pumped to release that last bit of his fluid into her.  Then he lay down on top of her so they could both relax.  As he grew limp and finally fell out of her he rolled over to her side keeping in constant contact with her.  She reached across both of their sweating bodies and retrieved his hand in hers.  They fell asleep lying next to each other while holding hands.

 

 

Phase IV: The Next Day

 

 

When he awoke a little after noon, he was alone in bed.  He looked around and tried to figure out if last night was just a dream or if it in fact had happened.  With that first deep breath he confirmed that it was true, because there was only one thing that had that smell and that was a long night of sex.  After he got up, retrieved his clothes, relieved himself and got his bearing around the house, he found her in the kitchen sipping coffee.  She was dressed in a shear robe that accented her beautiful body in a way that caused a stirring in him.  He had to turn and look into the refrigerator in order to banish such thoughts for the time being.  He didn’t know if she had regrets about last night, but even if she didn’t he was sure that they both needed a bit more rest before they could get back into the type of shape that would be required for that kind of exertion.  At least he would need to find something to drink and maybe a muffin.  When he had found a bottle of water, a bagel, as well as self-control he turned around to face her.  She looked up at him and smiled.  That smile banished any doubts he had and confirmed his love for her.  He walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, which she covered with her hand and laid her head on top of both.  He leaned down and gave her a good morning kiss.  She returned it and offered to make him breakfast.  As she started to get up, he gently pushed her back down and told her that he was quite capable of cooking not only his breakfast, but hers as well.  All she had to do was point out where she kept the pans and the flour.  Even she had to admit that she was a bit hungry after the night they had just shared.  When breakfast was on the table, they began a bit of small talk that circled around one topic: his departure.  When she couldn’t bear it any longer, she told him how much it would hurt when he left.  As she said it her eyes welled up with tears but she tried to cover them to no avail.  He smiled a slightly mischievous smile and took her by the hand.  He took her to where his luggage was, opened his one suitcase, and told her to look at the little envelope that was sticking out of the pocket in the top.  She did this, but she could tell that it was a plane ticket from the look of the envelope.  She started to put it back in the pocket unopened saying that she didn’t want to be reminded of the time when he would leave her.  He kept insisting until she finally opened the small flap that held the envelope closed.  What she saw made her gasp as she dropped the envelope on the floor.  She looked into his eyes for confirmation, and found it there.  What she had seen in the envelope was not just his return ticket, but her ticket as well.  It was a round trip ticket with an open return date.  She leapt into his arms and kissed him.  It was not the kiss of impending sexual activity; it was the kiss of someone that that has been given the greatest gift that they had dared never to ask for.  But he had promised long ago that if he could allow her to leave her current life, he would.  Now he was fulfilling that one promise that she had always prayed for, but never thought would ever happen.  She looked at the ticket again, but noticed that it was not to his home airport.  When she asked about it, he said that there was no real need to go straight home, and that he remembered her saying that she wanted to see much of his country.  Now she would have her chance.  Dreams do come true, after all.


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