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He Belongs To Me Now, Ch 2 Pixie Dust

Our love speaks without words, he belongs to me now. Will things go from dream to reality?
Things have actually progressed towards the better. Not only has her life mirrored the one in her dream, Marcus has moved in with Deana.
 
She stepped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her torso, and one around her hair. She closed the door for a moment. The full length mirror attached to the back of the door and the one above the sink were foggy from the steam. She started drying her hair while she waited for the mist to dissipate. When the image of her own body was visible in the glass, Deana just stood there gazing at her sixty year old body.

Although she didn’t care for the changes that age and gravity had done to her body, she still considered herself to be a sexy, full figured, woman. However, the shoulder length locks of her auburn hair no longer were thick and vibrant with color, but streaked with gray hair. As she looked downward, Deana groaned. Her breasts were no longer perky and full, they resembled deflated balloons that sagged far more than she cared to admit.

Whimsically she closed one eye, then let her eyes descend a little further, and grimaced. Her stomach had lost its tight, flat appearance. She smirked, because her hips still had that vivacious curve, which attracted men to her like moths to a flame. After that, Deana refused to gaze at her backside for fear she would faint from the sight of her sagging ass.

As she continued drying off herself, her mind wandered back in time, when she could move like a frisky gazelle. Sexually, she was spontaneous, bending, and moving her body in every position imaginable. However, since her car wreck a few years back, her bones and joints ached when moved. They often creaked, and sounded like a rusty machine that needed oiling.

Her boyfriend Marcus was very loving, and he seemed to understand. He would often try to cheer her up by joking about such things.

He often responded, “Honey, our love-making is like making bread from scratch. First, you mix the ingredients, next knead it, and then wait for it to rise before you can finish. Don’t worry darling, what we cannot finish today, we can do tomorrow. Our love, my dear goes way beyond the sexual act. After all, I fell in love with the whole, beautiful person named Deana.”

For Deana, sex was an important aspect of any relationship, and when she couldn’t do her part, it bothered her a lot. Many times her health bothered her so much that it hurt too much to make love, and on other occasions, she was often too exhausted to finish. To her, it felt as if like tomorrow would never come.
 
She slipped on the robe, and walked toward the bedroom to get ready for bed. While putting on her nightgown, she didn’t hear Marcus enter the room. It was when she went to turn the covers down, that she noticed that he was leaning against the door. As usual he was ogling her, with a lusty grin on his face.

No matter how old she was the sight of her half naked body always seemed to turn him on. He trembled with desire, sighed, and asked. “Hey gorgeous, how are you feeling tonight?”

She blushed and answered, “Better than I did before my bath, thanks. Why do you ask?”

He winked, walked over to her, and pulled Deana into his arms. “Well I was standing there watching you bathe, and started drooling over your hot, sexy, body and thought we might play around a little.”

She kissed him passionately then lowered her eyes and frowned. “Can I take a rain check on that dear?”

He ran his hand down her back, and with a calm voice, replied, “Aww, hurting again huh?”

She snuggled into his arms, and felt the warmth and love radiating between the two, clear to her toes. She kissed him, and responded, “Yeah, love a wee bit too much to feel sexy.”

He helped into bed, kissed her passionately and confessed, “No problem, we can always have our hot, sexy rendezvous, another day.”

She grinned, and touched his arm, “Honey, you’re so good to me, and for me. That is one reason, why I love you so much.”

Her touch, always set his skin ablaze with sexual desire, and he murmured, “I love you darling.”

After getting ready for bed, Marcus turned out the light, climbed in, and moved up beside Deana. He reached over, carefully put his arms around her aching body, spooning.

He kissed her neck, and then nibbled her ear. “Honey, how’s about I rub your back for you, that way you can relax and go to sleep.”

She touched his arm and answered, “Sure, your back-rubs always do wonders for me. I swear they work better than my pain pills at times.”

After helping her turn over, he gently began to massage Deana’s back. He carefully kneaded each area, asking her repeatedly if he was hurting her.

“No darling, in fact it feels divine, keep it up.”

He continued, the massage, and soon her rhythmic breathing told him she was asleep.

The feathery light movement of Marcus’s strong but gentle hands, lull Deana to sleep and soon she was dreaming.

The day was bright and sunny. She was walking along a sidewalk in the park. She saw kids playing, older people sitting on benches feeding the birds, and couple lying on blankets in the grass snuggling.

Deana went over to a bench and sat down. While watching the people, she envied how limber they were; they were not hindered by age or damaged bodies.

She noticed one couple wrapped in a lovers embrace. For a few minutes, her mind traveled back in time, when she and Marcus was having a picnic and enjoying each other on a similar warm, summer day. They seem to be oblivious to the world around them, embraced in each others body, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Her eyes fill with emotion and she reached inside her purse to get and hanky so she could dab at them.

About that time, Deana saw a girl walking toward her. She was very petite. She was dressed in a frilly, brightly colored dress, and across one shoulder was a small purse. Her hair long, silky golden hair, and looked like spun gold. It framed an adoring face, with a button size nose, rose colored lips, and twinkling eyes.

The girl sat down next to Deana, looked directly at her and spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. “Let me introduce myself. First off, I’m not a child as I appear, but a grown woman. My name is Bella. You looked troubled and I came over here to see if you were okay. Is everything alright, lady?”

Deana smiled in response, and answered, “Yes dear, I was just thinking about the years gone by, and how I used to be.”

The woman gave her a puzzled look, and asked, “What do you mean?”

She leaned over to Bella, and continued talking. “I was just remembering how I was when I was younger. When I could run, jump and play without being hindered like I am nowadays by this old body, and achy bones.”

The woman’s eyes light up. It was if she understood Deana’s statement, before another word was spoken between the two. Bella reached into her small purse and withdrew her hand, opened it, and blew a powdery substance into Deana’s face.

Deana felt dizzy, and her eyes went blurry. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and sneezed. After a few minutes, she was able to focus on her surroundings once more. However, it was a bit puzzling. She noticed that Bella seemed to be floating in the air, and was all sparkly, with an aura about her body.

Deana thought for a moment, she was hallucinating. She took a deep breath. She mustered up some courage, and with a concerned voice spoke. “Who in the hell are you and what did you just blow into my face?”

Bella winked, smiles, and chirped, “I’m a fairy, and that, was pixie dust!”

Deana was about to ask Bella a few more questions when the woman started to shimmer, and disappeared right before her eyes.

She sat there for a moment, slightly bewildered, and then shook her head. She decided to get up, and continue her walk. To her surprise, her bones did not creek or ache, there seemed to be a spring in her step.

It was then she looked down at her body. Deana gasped, and shrieked, “What the hell!”

No longer did her breasts sag, they were full, and perky. In addition her stomach was flat as a washboard. She flexed her arms and legs and discovered they were supple, taunt, and moved with ease. She grabbed a handful of her hair and noticed it was thick, vibrant red, and the gray was gone. She then looked at her skin and it looked like it did when she was thirty. It was then that she wished she had a mirror to check her face, as she wanted to see if the wrinkles had smoothed out also.

She went over to the bench again and sat down, because for a moment she thought she was going to pass out.

With an anxious thought, she spreads her legs. She wanted to examine her pussy, and when she did, she gasped. Oh my god, the bush was thick and soft. She opened the labia and ran her finger the length of her slit, and found it was drenched with moisture. As for her clit it was throbbing, swollen, and aching for attention.

She ran her finger across the sensitive bud and shuddered. She glanced around, and wished Marcus was there. She wanted to masturbate for him. Oh hell who was she kidding, she wanted to have wild, hot sex, like she used to twenty years ago!

She closed her eyes and started thinking of the last time they had sex. A time when her body responded well, and there was no pain. She was brought back to reality, when someone touched her arm. She jumped, opened her eyes and there stood Marcus, looking like he did twenty years ago.

His soft eyes looked into hers, and she felt his gaze go clear to the center of her womanhood.

He spoke, with a voice as smooth as Tennessee whiskey. “Hi you sexy thing, do you come here often?”

She looked, blinked, and with a shaky voice responded. “Oh my God, Marcus I never expected to see you here. I always come here for a walk in my dream. The place is so serene, and it calms my troubled spirit.”

She licked her lips and stared at him.

Marcus sat down on the bench next to Deana, put his arm around her and questioned. “What’s the matter dear you look like you have seen a ghost?”

“No, I was just looking you over. I noticed that you look younger. Your gray hair is gone as well as that extra padding around your middle too. If you do not mind me saying so, you’re still sexy as hell. Oh darling, you still make my heart skip and beat, and take my breath away.”

He rubbed his chin and continued the conversation. “I do not know what really happened for sure. I fell asleep, and the next thing I knew I was entering your dream. I started walking around looking for you, when all a sudden I came face to face with a two foot person. At first I thought it was a child, until she got closer, and realized it was a tiny woman. She walked right up to me, asked if I was okay, as I looked troubled. Before I could respond, she blew something in my face and disappeared.”

Deana beamed with excitement, and she squealed. “Oh Marcus, you are going to think I have went and gone loco, but the same thing happened to me. Did anything else occur?”

“I’m not sure, because I think I blacked out. However when I woke up, I noticed, my body looked like it did twenty years ago. Wonder why?”

Deana laughed, “Pixie dust!”

“What!”

She went on to explain the little woman told her she was a fairy, and what she blew in her face was pixie dust. She then disappeared before Deana could ask anything else.

Deana didn’t give Marcus a change to say a word. She leaned into him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

After that she blurted out, “I’m not complaining. I like the way my body changed. Honey, can I ask you a question?”

He still had a puzzled look, and replied. “Sure, go for it, what do you want to know?”

“First off, Marcus, if this is a dream, what shall we do now?”

“Well if this is our dream, we can do anything we want, right? May I suggest we find a blanket, and go over near that stream over there? We can lay down behind those bushes and make love, all night long, like we used to.”

After he spoke those words Deana woke up. She did not care what time of night it was. She snuggled up close to Marcus, and noticed she no longer hurt. She laid her head on his chest, and ran her finger through the hairs on is chest.

She moved her fingers downward, and purred, “I don’t want you to be in my dream any longer, I want you to be awake darling, so we make love all night long.”

She reached for his cock, and slowly caressed it with one hand as her other did his balls. His flaccid member sprang to life. She moved, and placed her warm, sweet lips, around his growing member. It was time to wake Marcus her way, with her mouth on his cock.

After all, he needed to be awake to enjoy the sexual delights of his girlfriend. Whether it was due to the pixie dust or not, Deana was ready to fuck. Until the morning sun broke through the window shades, and they both were totally satisfied.
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dwarf63
Posted 31 Jan 2012 23:49
Wow, another amazing well written story baby. 5+++
ArtMan
Posted 31 Jan 2012 12:09
Very good writing Kandi. This is great work.
 

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