I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth.

But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of Sara. Gazing longingly at her face, not gorgeous, but so delicate, so entrancing, her silken tawny hair across the pillow. I hunger to touch her sleeping form, so close. Those lips that pleasured me readily are slightly parted. Would a kiss awaken her?

Yesterday, her unexpected arrival at my front door, brought on a haze of expectancy, of tactile wonder of lips and fingers.

God, the memory of it has me hardening. I am so eager for more.

Sleep glazed, yet blessing me with hazel light, her eyes open. My mouth touches hers, so gently. Her soft lips move against mine with a brief tickling of tongue tips, as I lift her scented hair, allowing it to gently waterfall through my fingers.

I lean against her, lost in the warmth of her lips. My unsubtle pressure against her thigh, makes her break the kiss, eyes widening, and asks, “Are you---?” Her hand offers to journey down.

I hold her wrist and tell her quietly, “This is my party. I might let you know when you can join in.” A quick exchange of smiles before lips mesh once more while tongues wrestle gently. My fingers trail delicately over peach-smooth cheeks.

I listen for her breath quickening, hear a whispered endearment, as I kiss along the tight tendons of her throat, savour the vibrant skin of shapely shoulders.

Moving from cool enchantment into the realms of a deeper desire, Sara lifts one leg across mine, and flexes it, skin on skin. I trace the rising slope of her delicious small right breast, circle the aereola, gently caressing the waiting nipple.

A slight moan escapes Sara’s lips. She tries again to handle my throbbing cock, but I resist her promise, only wanting to give her my gratitude.

We had met at a residential publishing seminar six weeks ago and quickly admitted a mutual attraction. With much in common in film, books, and music we talked and talked before we shared an amazingly sensuous final night together.

Sara spoke of a need for affection as we lay in the afterglow of that night, capturing a hitherto unknown exhilaration inside me. My own marriage, big mistake, had lasted two years. She did have a husband, who was consistently unfaithful. I was her first betrayal, yet she still admitted an element of guilt.

That guilt gradually faded over our two clandestine encounters at what we called our ‘half-way hotel’. The gaps between those joyous sessions could only be filled with my hopeful dreams.

But, for now, here is Sara, having travelled over one-hundred miles just to give herself to me, lifting me to a euphoria beyond any dream.

Caught up in the thrall of her being here, naked, just for me, I stroke her tenderly. My hand slowly circles her belly. And yes, her breathing quickens as she sighs, “Please, Mark, let me do something for you.”

“You think you haven’t already?” I ask, teasingly rubbing my hard cock into her side. My hand nestles down past her groin and warmly plays along the fantastic skin of her inside thigh, where it lies across me. I’m so busy considering my next move that I miss her intent. Next second her fingers are tight around my shaft.

“Gotcha,” she giggles triumphantly. ”Don’t worry, I won’t spoil your party.”

“Wicked witch, “ I tell her, resolved to move things along. One single finger trails the length of her labia, and the moistness, which lies in waiting is immediately obvious.

Hers had been the first waxed pussy I had encountered, and I was still awestruck by the hunger it created in me. As soon as my finger parted her lower lips, I was in a swampland.

Sara’s clit has bloomed already out of its hood. Her fingers move down and teasingly tantalise my balls. Hell, if I thought I was hard before that I am doubly hard now. My rod is throbbing like a jackhammer. Time for further action.

No need to disguise my new-found greed as I lower my head for my tongue to lick around and over her recently bloomed clit. Sara gasps my name.

While my tongue adores her clit, my fingers explore her centre of all longing. Just poking in and out before moving to the shy tightness of her anus. That earns a sharp intake of breath, a heave of her hips, a trembling of her thighs and her delicious fondling of my cock.

“Let me mouth you, Mark, Please. I won’t let you cum.”

Is there a man on this earth who could deny her that? I squirm my body around so that we are in a sideways sixty-nine position. My tongue sweeps eagerly along her slit to touch at her small apartment again. My balls begin throbbing as soon as she takes me into her mouth, sucking avidly, while her tongue does crazy things around the bulging head.

God, she tastes so delicious. All cream and wonderful musk, but I know I can’t hold on much longer. I want to take us to heights that can only live in our dreams.

Reluctantly, I withdraw my hardness from the attentions of her mouth and prod my tongue as deeply into her entry as possible. Her body hunches at that before stretching out stiffly as though she is hit by an electric current.

I look up at that appealing face, see the yearning in those hazel eyes, and knowing that I am about to burst, I place my throbbing cockhead at her weeping channel entrance. One more glance at her eager face and I power into the warm, wet welcoming core of her. My full length, plunging her succulent depths. Her almost desperate response sends us thrusting, humping, and convulsing into spasms of wild mutual ecstasy.

Lying there in the wonderland of recovery, I cannot prevent the shadow of follow-up to impinge. “How long have you before becoming unhappy wife again?"

“Have you seen my car on your drive?” Sara whispers, those eyes so vivid.

“You must know that I’ve only had eyes for you.”

She laughs before rising on her elbows, saying, “Well, if you had looked you would have seen that it is packed to the roof with every stitch of clothing I’ve ever possessed, plus a few meaningful items.”

Reading the implications of that sets off a wild kicking inside me, as I sit up and ask, “You mean--?”

“I’ve left him, Mark. My note told him to find solace with one of his four current bimbos.” And she gives a gasping laugh, as I joyously press her back into the duvet. We kiss in the buzz of pure happiness, before she adds, “Now I have to find somewhere to live.”

Deliberately I fall back and away from her, as I play the teasing game and say, “I have some bad news for you, Sara.”

Now she is sitting up over me, anxiety on her face, ”What is it?”

What a wicked trick to play on the one that you love, but I hold my serious face as I add, “I can only offer you a seventy-year lease.”

Momentary uncertainty, before the penny drops, her wonderful eyes light up and she pounces on me, squealing, “I’ll take it.”

You see, dreams can be attainable!

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