The Final Dream
I lay naked on the bed, unwilling to get up. I knew that if I got up, Damien, my dream lover, would be gone for another day, and, let’s be honest, that thought was depressing. My chest ached just below my collarbones on both sides. I could see the two purplish marks now resting on my pale white skin. They were large, sensitive, and each one very distinct. But how are they here? In the real world, when did I receive them in the dream realm?
Let’s go back to the day before…
Damien and I were taking our first overnight trip together. We were heading to a city almost four hundred miles from the town we lived in. A nice little getaway, just the two of us. Away from work, our different home lives, and hopefully the drama that somehow inches its way into our time together. Well, nothing is perfect; drama keeps trying to get in the way. I told myself I'd ignore it and try to enjoy the time we were together in his car. Which was hard to do when drama kept calling his phone, and all he would do was say “nope” every time it popped up on caller ID. I couldn’t help but laugh, though I felt a little irritated.
The drive was pleasant enough; we talked about the weather and music, even about another pumpkin orchard I didn't know existed until today. No matter what we talked about, Damien always knew something about it, which was an absolute joy. One minute we could be talking about food, a topic both our careers seemed to center on; the next, an upcoming concert by one of our favorite bands that should have retired years ago.
Damien wore a muscle T-shirt and faded blue jeans. I loved this look on him. It always reminds me of our high school years. I didn’t know him then, but I had seen pictures of him from that time. The more I looked at the pictures, the more I realized we'd moved in different circles in high school. He was gorgeous: curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and a slight, cocky grin. He had an ear piercing and wore a long, dangly earring, a common accessory in the eighties. He would be someone I would certainly look at, maybe even crush on, but in my small-town high school, upper-level students did not date younger classmates. Since I was four years older than Damien, we could never be, especially since we went to two different high schools.
It’s funny how, when you’re a teenager, the rules of dos and don’ts seem to matter. You have a certain image you must uphold to be liked, and if you’re really liked, you belong to a clique. If you were like me, even with a couple of clubs and one after-school activity, you’re pretty much a ghost throughout high school. I was younger than most kids in my grade. I started my first year at thirteen, awkward, unsure of myself, and just wanting to blend into the walls to get through it.
Now, look at me. I have become a cougar, preying on younger men and enjoying every minute of it. With Damien, it's only a four-year age difference. When we talk or hang out, it doesn’t feel like there’s any age difference. I never act older, and I hardly ever bring it up unless it's a joke; then he says, ‘You are older.’ I would smile and say, ‘Yes, I am.’ It was all in good fun. Maybe it was his way of saying it’s kind of hot to have an older woman chase him.
We were halfway there, most likely no more pit stops for a while. I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed it. “What do you think you are doing?” he said with a smile as my hand moved closer to his groin. “Nothing. What are you doing?” My journey continued as I started rubbing his bulge through the denim fabric. I could trace the outline of his cock through his pants. It strained against the fabric, wanting to be freed.
I couldn’t help but salivate as I felt the wetness seeping through the denim. It's been a while since I have sucked a cock while being in a moving vehicle. It takes skill to make sure that the man driving doesn’t lose his concentration on the road. Damien was pretty responsible, and I trusted him fully, or I wouldn’t have even tried doing this to him. As I was unfastening his pants, I just kept saying to myself, ‘don’t crash,’ not that this wouldn’t be too awful a way to die.
I wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his penis. The pre-cum glistening made it all the more inviting. I pulled down his jeans as far as I could to gain better access to his delicious cock. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. The soft skin slid against my lips as my head bobbed up and down. His breathing was deep, very comforting, and satisfying to hear. I could always tell when he enjoyed me sucking his cock by his breathing. Every once in a while, a delightful moan would escape his lips that sent shivers across my skin.
He began rubbing my back as I started swallowing his cock deeper down my throat. His hands felt good on my skin. Getting lost in this warm sensation, I hadn’t noticed that we were pulling off the road onto an exit ramp. His hand was still touching the bare skin under the shirt I was wearing. I stopped wearing a bra when I knew I'd be spending time with Damien. He loved watching how perky my nipples would get as they rubbed against the fabric of the shirt I would wear, and I loved catching him sneaking a peek at my breasts. It was such a turn-on.
Damien turned the engine off and lifted his hips to pull his pants down even farther. Sucking his cock while he was driving was exciting him more than I had thought it would. He wrapped his hand into my long auburn hair and clutched it close to the scalp. I gasped at the sensation that ran through my body. He pushed my head even farther down his plucky five-plus-inch cock. It was massively thick and so hard. The pre-cum oozed down my throat. I was no longer just sucking on this delicious cock; I was now deep-throating it. I felt it go farther and farther down as he thrust his hips upward.
My God, it felt so good. This man was fucking my mouth with his cock. It was something I had read about but never had the chance to experience before now. His thrusts were getting more intense, and I was taking every inch he was giving me.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Take it, Pepper, swallow my cock.” He held my head tight as he released rope after rope of hot cum down my throat. I swallowed the salty substance and then gently rubbed my tongue across the head, cleaning up every last bit of cum I could find.
I sat up and adjusted my shirt, which was half off, exposing my breasts. I realized he had pulled us into a rest area about a hundred miles from the city we were headed to. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I told him as I headed off into the distance.
“I’ll be here,” he reassured me as he lit the end of the Swisher Sweet mini and smoked. I smiled, knowing it would be one hell of a long walk back home if he decided to leave me there—over two hundred miles. No, thank you.
Sucking Damien’s cock turned me on so much that I actually had cum running down the slit of my pussy. Most men don’t affect me the way Damien did; truthfully, I didn’t understand how much he affected me. It excited me and scared me at the same time. The crotch of my shorts was wet, and my nipples were still straining against the cotton material of my shirt.
We were back on the interstate, heading toward the big city. I glanced at the time on the GPS screen. Our destination was only thirty miles away, and we still had two hours before hotel check-in. “I’m getting a little hungry; how about you?” I asked him.
I already knew the answer. Damien loves food, and his usual response when asked if he wanted to eat was, ‘I can always eat.’ Something I had learned to appreciate over time.
We stopped at a franchised sandwich shop that made its own bread and soups. It was new to me. I had never been to one, so what the hell. We sat and ate sandwiches, and Damien ordered a bowl of French Onion Soup, which smelled delicious. He went on to explain the soup's flavor profile and how hearty it was. It was one thing I loved about eating with Damien: hearing another foodie’s take on the food, rather than the usual phrase ‘it’s delicious’.
He kept glancing at his phone. One thing about being a business manager is that you're never really off, even when you're scheduled to be. A half-dozen of your employees always have questions, and of course they all have your cell number, so you're just a text away. “I was supposed to have a conference call today,” he explained as he checked the emails on his phone. “I guess they rescheduled it.” It was sweet how he sat there and explained things, even though I didn’t ask questions. I am always interested in whatever he's doing, but I don’t like prying. He didn’t have to explain things to me; I was just grateful he did.
After “our” smoke break, we headed back into the car to see if we could find what we had started calling our hotel: the mysterious hotel. I was the co-pilot on this little adventure, and even though I had been the co-pilot on hundreds of trips long before GPS was even a thing, I rarely made the mistake of transposing numbers. Well, today was the day, and of course it happened. We were about four miles away from the hotel. We both had to laugh about that one.
Once we were in our hotel room, it felt like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. It was time to relax; nothing to do until the next morning. Knowing Damien was an early riser, I expected him to take a nap. The room had a king-size bed, but he found comfort in the chair by the sliding glass door that led to the patio.
I lay stretched across this massive bed, wondering whether he'd join me or sit there. I could feel his eyes on me, most likely on my ass. According to him, I had a fuckable ass. Not that I could see it unless there was a really long mirror in the room. But others had told me the same thing over the years, so apparently there was something about my ass that men liked.
He announced he was going for a smoke break and grabbed the room’s key card before leaving. Okay, it's go time. Let’s make it clear what I want. I removed my shirt and shorts, revealing my bare skin. I stepped into the bathroom wash area and washed the sweat off my body, trying to feel a little refreshed before he came back into the room.
I stretched out on the bed again, lying on my stomach and facing the television. Damien walked into the room and looked at my naked body. “Nice view,” he said as he took off his shoes.
My ass was pointed up in the air. “Glad you like it. Thought I would get comfortable.”
He smiled and licked his lips. “I, most definitely do.”
Damien sat in the chair again, and instead of watching the movie, he watched me. I couldn’t help but feel a little exposed for a moment, but I knew it was time to act. I rolled onto my back and squirmed until my feet were directly in front of Damien. I bent my legs and spread them wide, putting my wet pussy in his direct line of sight.
My hand rested on my stomach before I took a deep breath and began touching myself. I was no stranger to playing with myself. Hell, after being single all this time, I was a master of it. I just never had an audience before. So, yes, I was a little nervous. I began rubbing my breasts simultaneously, squeezing and pinching the soft flesh. My nipples were being aroused and started becoming erect. I took one of the nipples and pulled my head toward it and put it into my mouth. I sucked hard and even bit the nipple. I could only imagine what it would feel like if Damien did it.
My hands slid down my stomach and rested on top of my ginger-haired pussy. I could see him starting to play with himself. “Let me see,” I said, and he removed his pants and spread his legs open. I loved watching a man give himself pleasure. “Want to join me?” I asked.
“Not yet; I want to watch first.”
I couldn’t help but smile, and I ran my fingers through the slit of my pussy, opening my lips, exposing the engorged clit. I gently rubbed the clit and then lowered my fingers into the opening of my vagina. It was wet, warm, and made this squelching sound as I inserted my fingers into my hole. I began fucking myself with my own finger. At first it was just one, and then I slid a second one inside, making it feel more like a hard cock.
“No cumming,” I hear him say. He flung his muscle shirt off, and it landed on the floor.
“That goes for you too,” I manage to say between gasps. I hadn’t realized that Damien was now kneeling on the floor by the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge. He buried his face deep inside my wet pussy, his tongue licking every fold and inserting deep inside of me. I grabbed the top of his head as I was gyrating my pussy against his face and tongue. My skin tingled, and I was so on the edge of cumming. “Oh, let me cum” I begged. I needed to cum, but worse yet, I needed to cum on him. I wanted to cum in his mouth, all over his face, actually.
I started fucking his tongue. He swirled it, licking not only around the vagina but deep inside the hole. His fingers curled around the hairs on my pussy. He lowered his fingers until his thumb was nestled against my clit. He started rubbing it vigorously as he licked further down my pussy and toward my ass. He applied more pressure to the clit as he was rubbing the clit, covering it with the juices of his saliva. “Oh God,” I managed to say as I started squirting. He quickly covered the stream of juices with his mouth, swallowing every ounce that was coming out of me.
Once the squirting stopped, I sat up. There he was, staring into my eyes, eyes full of lust and hunger. I had seen this look before, the look that sent chills to my very soul. I put both of my hands on his pussy-drenched face and brought his lips to mine. I knew he wasn’t much of a kisser, something he had mentioned before. However, this time he welcomed my lips with open arms. I could taste my essence on his lips and tongue. “Damn, I wanted this man,” I thought, and I let myself give in. I couldn’t show that I was losing control. I had to be in control.
“My turn,” he said, pushing me back on the bed. He grabbed my legs and actually twisted me around so my ass was looking directly at him again. He loved my ass, the round globes of flesh, as he referred to them. His hands squeezed them tightly, digging his fingers into the fleshy mounds. As he spread the cheeks apart, I felt his tongue lick from my pussy to my ass. A long stride with his tongue gave me the chills.
The stinging of the ass-spanking brought me back to reality. I knew he was aware of all my weaknesses, all my desires, and most of my fantasies. Sometimes I forgot how much this man knew about me, or at least how much he remembered. But one thing was certain: if he spanked me again like that, I would cum all over the place, and I would have no control over stopping it.
His hands wormed their way into my long auburn hair as he grabbed a fistful and pulled it toward him. He was using all my vices, and I was loving every minute of it. He used his other hand to guide his hard cock into my saturated pussy. My lips welcomed his bulbous head as he slid his five-inch plucky cock into me. I lowered my head, which angled my pussy just right, making his five-inch cock feel more like nine inches. God, he felt so good. Thick and hard and wet with pre-cum.
His thrusts were hard, almost uncontrollable. He had let go of my hair and grabbed my hips so tight. His fingers dug into my hips as he rocked his cock deeper into my pussy. His breathing was strained, and I could hear him moaning softly with each thrust. He was close, oh so close to cumming. His excitement was turning me on so much that the cum was flowing out of my body onto his cock. The sloshing sounds filled the quiet room.
'Yes, fuck me hard, baby,' I told myself as his strides quickened. I matched his strides, actually going in the opposite direction to deepen the penetration. If this was heaven, I never wanted to leave. I found myself grunting with every thrust. He was making me cum again. I had lost count of how many orgasms I had already had. I had no clue how many more I could take. I felt my cum seeping out around his cock and running down my hairy pussy. I moaned with excitement as I felt his warm rope of cum squirt inside me. One after another, it filled me up.
“Don’t move,” I said as I felt him starting to pull out. “It is a little sensitive,” I reassured him. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling, satisfied with his achievement of bringing me multiple orgasms.
He finally withdrew his cock. Admiring my well-used hole that was gaping open. Before lying on the bed, he stuck his tongue inside me, cleaning up what he had just deposited inside. He licked and swallowed our combined juices. It was intense with how sensitive my pussy was, but it was so overwhelming in a good way.
I couldn’t get enough of the tongue lashing I was enjoying and found myself gyrating to every thrust of it and hoping to push his tongue farther inside of me. “Mmmm,” I let out. I could feel the orgasm building again. Cumming was uncontrollable by now. I knew if he looked at me with the sultry brown eyes, I would be jello again. He spread my cheeks farther to allow himself deeper access to my gaping pussy. He knew I was cumming again, and he wanted every last bit of it.
I had no idea I would keep cumming like this. I had heard people could keep going until one of us tapped out. There was no way I was going to stop, no matter how sensitive I got. I didn’t want this to end. One thing was certain, though: it would be difficult to walk tomorrow.
Damien crawled onto the bed and lay beside me. His goatee glistened in the soft glow of the dimly lit room. I kissed his sweet-smelling lips once more before closing my eyes for a bit. I had no idea it was past midnight or that we had been going at it for almost six hours straight. A night well spent, that’s for sure.
I could tell Damien had fallen asleep. His breathing was deep and heavy. He lay on his side, and I could make out the tattoo stretching across his shoulder blades. Another of his favorite bands. I swore he was a walking billboard for rock bands—awesome rock bands, at that. My body was tired, but I didn’t want to sleep. I was almost afraid to fall completely asleep because, deep down, I knew Damien would be gone when I woke up.
I remember dozing off and on, checking whether Damien was still in bed. His breathing was so damn intoxicating that I couldn’t fight it off any longer. I closed my eyes for the final time that night, waiting for the annoying alarm to go off like it did most nights. I dreamt of Damien…
The room smelled of freshly brewed coffee. I could barely open my eyes after the sleepless night before, and what a night it was. I could see purplish bruises on the tops of both my breasts. I touched them and winced at the pain. I was definitely awake. I looked around the room, not really recognizing it. A small amount of light was sneaking through the curtain of the sliding glass door.
Oh yeah, now I know where I was… I was in the hotel room I booked a month ago to visit the traveling museum of artifacts from a very famous ship I was obsessed with. The thought of Damien and the dream I had the night before felt so real that I couldn’t shake it. Okay, maybe if I lay here a little longer, my head would clear. At least I was hoping it would.
“Good morning,” a man’s voice said as he stepped out of the bathroom. “I tried to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake you.” It was Damien. He was here, and he was real. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he got dressed and walked over to the bed. He kissed my forehead and smiled. “You were out. That must have been some dream you were having.”
