Dream One.
ForeWord
Dream:
A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person.
Oxford Dictionary.
A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It
usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the
sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be
influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or
indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm
clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and therefore
carry on sleeping.
Dreams are often an illogical combination of events from the past of
the dreamer, from his or her daily life, and of his or her imagined
future. Though erotic dreams are often inspired by desire, lust or pure
covetousness. These too are somewhat disjointed but when on
waking, if the person can recall the dream it then runs in a logical
sequence, which is the form used in the following dreams.
Dream One.
Part one.
I know it was a dream for I woke up sweating and found that I was as hard as an iron bar. The latter was a normal occurrence but the sweating wasn’t, which told me that it had been a dream I had just experienced, one that was more real than any other dream I’d ever had.
You might not believe it, but it was you I was dreaming about. To eventually see you in all your glory, to see, to touch, to taste, and it drove me wild.
I’d seen you for several months both in passing and later in more social circumstances. What attracted me apart from your smile and effective laugh, was the sight of your covered breasts. Covered they might have been, but I could see the small nipples that were obvious and I imagined that I would sometime in the future see them raised up to be hard little buds that they would become.
For a whole year I was tantalised by these small buds and knew that in the right place, time and circumstances, I would be able to see them up in their full majesty. That time eventually came, and unprepared as I was, it was a turning point in my dream.
*
I was getting the sun on the open top patio, naked as usual, when I heard the buzzer go that indicated that somebody was at the gate. I got up from the lounger and went and leaned on the balustrade and saw you there. You were wearing a short halter top and a pair of shorts, but cannot remember what kind of footwear you had on your feet at the time.
‘Have I missed her?’ you called out and I replied,
‘About half an hour, but she’ll be back soon. Come on up and wait for her,’ I shouted down. You came through the gate and disappeared from view and a minute or two later, appeared at the doorway to the sundeck.
‘Oh,’ you gasped when I turned from the balustrade for you to see that I was naked.
‘Don’t worry,’ I laughed at seeing the expression on your face, ‘it’s recognised that this area is a nudist zone,’ I said as I moved towards one of the loungers and sat down. Your eyes were on what was between my legs, looking as though you’d never seen male genitalia before. I in turn looked at the covered heavy breasts that I had longed to see in the flesh so to speak. I made no move to cover myself and invited you to sit down on the other lounger, and to give you credit, you did so without any show of alarm or misgiving.
*
You accepted the glass of wine that I offered you even though it was the one I had been drinking from, for it was only the glass that I had up there. I had noted the way you had sat down, knees close together and your arms, when not drinking from the glass, tight across the lower half of your bosom. This act alone seemed to push them up though I don’t think you noticed at how they emphasised what you had and I had to struggle to control myself from reacting to this. I was stirring below but somehow managed to control what would normally have happened. I leaned back on my lounger, propping myself up on an elbow as I looked at you, striving against all my basic instincts for you to see just how I felt at seeing you sitting opposite me.
‘Surely you knew that this area is a nudist enclave? I’ve said it many times before that this sun deck is a no clothes area.’
‘I thought you were joking,’ you replied with a slight stammer.
‘Not on this sun deck where nobody overlooks us and you can do whatever you want without being observed,’ I said with a chuckle. ‘That’s why I’ve deemed it to be a nudist paradise here in this wilderness.’ Trite I know, but it was paradise for me. A place where I could strip off and give my body up to the sun and not have to worry about anyone overseeing me and getting complaints on my nudist habits.
*
‘So,’ I said, watching you drink some of the wine, ‘at least appease the sun god by taking something off. The top at least, and let the sun bless what nature has given you. Please?’ I begged and sat up in expectation, ready to give you a hand.
‘I can’t,’ you replied, giving yourself a shocked expression. ‘It’s just not done!’
‘Everything can be done up here,’ I said softly as I took the wine glass from your hand and helped you sit up. You flustered a little as I took hold of the lower hem of your top, but you lifted your arms when I started to raise it up and over your head. I couldn’t see the tautness of your breasts at the moment your arms were up, but I was pleased at seeing what you had when I finally was able to discard the top you’d been wearing. Your face was flushed and you had a defiant look in your eyes.
‘They’re absolutely beautiful,’ I breathed. The nipples small and puckered, surrounded by the light brown aureoles that all breasts carry.
‘Nobody else has ever seen them before except my husband and the doctor,’ you said in a voice that mirrored your eyes.
‘I thought you went skinny dipping in the pool last year?’ I asked.
‘The other girls did, but I didn’t,’ you replied.
‘Then you’ve honoured me very much,’ I said as I gazed on those magnificent orbs that I’d just uncovered. You then picked up the glass and took a sip of wine and then laid back on the lounger. I was pleased to see that they stayed firm, though soft to look at, and didn’t disappear under your armpits or lay there like two fried eggs.
*
I was glad that you didn’t flinch or move when I got off my lounger and knelt down next to yours and looked into your eyes, the flush of your face now having disappeared.
‘What you have here are two treasures that I’m not surprised you’ve kept hidden. Please don’t take offence at my wish to pay homage to them by kissing them.’ I saw the look in your eyes and hastily added, ‘I will not use my hands,’ and not seeing any objection in any form from you, bent my head and kissed the nipple that was closest to me.
I think that was when you closed your eyes. It’s a guess for I wasn’t looking up at your face at that point but at the other nipple that was just a few inches away from me.
I’d lowered my head and softly kissed the small nipple and felt its reaction, and went further and took it into my mouth and sucked upon it. It rose up into a hard button as I sucked and then nibbled on it and felt you squirm slightly for my naked body was now actually yours though you were still wearing your shorts.
I realised that this was the first time that some other man apart from your husband, had touched your breasts with his lips and you were not sure which way I was going to go, but I followed what I had said and did not use my hands in anyway.
*
Your arm went up to cover your eyes and I felt free to suck and tease the nipple with my tongue and teeth which I did so. It came up as hard as a nut and I could see that the other one reciprocated by rising up too.
I felt that I now had the freedom to kiss and tongue you wherever I wished and so I kissed and licked you all round that wonderful breast that was underneath my mouth. Apart from sucking and doing things to your nipple, I moved down a little and ran my tongue round the underside of your breast. Not knowing women’s sizes in respect of their bra size, it took a long sweep of my tongue to cover this part of the breast.
You gave a shudder again at this and it encouraged me to go on with my kissing and licking down your rib cage to your stomach which was lying there nice and flat. This I kissed in concentric circles until I finished up by tonguing your navel, or what some people call the belly button. I think you liked that for I felt you give a light shiver when my tongue explored that indentation right in the middle.
What I really wanted to lick and suck was denied me by the waist band of the shorts that you wore. I ran my tongue under the waistband but that was as far as I could go and so I travelled back up your body to finish up sucking on that delightful nipple on the breast that was closest to me.
This first exquisite encounter came to a close when we heard the gate latch and you quickly shot up and scrabbled for your top and pulled it on and went downstairs. I too put on a pair of shorts and finished up being there in time to put the kettle on for coffee. Small talk ensued before you went home.
*
I think it was a week later before you missed the walking out with the dogs again and you rang the bell down by the gate. I leaned over the balustrade and was pleased to see that it was you and beckoned you up to the nudist sanctuary. Here I was slightly ahead of you for when you hadn’t shown up at the time of dog walking, I had taken two glasses up to the sun deck.
I waved you up and you were quickly up with me there and didn’t seem at all fazed this time to see me fully naked as I was the last time. I accepted the excuse that you’d missed the walk but this would do till it was over. You sat down on the other lounger this time as you took the offered glass of wine and it only took a word from me about the sun deck being a nudist area that you peeled off the top yourself.
You know what I wanted to do and quickly lay back on the lounger, your breasts there for me to pay homage to, which I did so. I kissed this other nipple, my being on the other side of the lounger this time. It was quickly raised up to its hardness and I heard you sigh as I kissed and nibbled on it before sucking and licking my way down across your ribs to your flat stomach. I never did understand why the tonguing of your belly button made you squirm each time.
But again I was frustrated by the waistband of your shorts from going further and I then took the liberty of hooking my fingers into the waistband and tried to pull your shorts down.
*
‘Please,’ I begged. ‘I want to kiss and tongue you further.’ I kept tugging at your waistband, kissing your stomach, and my heart leapt when I felt your hips lift and I was able to pull your shorts down. I got the underside down quickly but took my time in drawing them down the front part. Savouring the pleasure of seeing the slow exposure of the trim sparse bush that covered what I most desired. It was light coloured as the hair on your head but finer to the touch as I found out later. Softer, smoother and more sweet smelling of womanhood.
I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on my target as I drew your shorts down your legs and didn’t really appreciate the lifting of your heels for me to take them completely off. I then dropped them onto your halter top by the side of the lounger as I moved up to kiss and suckle at the naked breast there before me.
It was downhill from there on. The breast and nipple, the underside of the breast and down across the ribs to the stomach. I loved that little shiver you gave when I kissed between the thighs. First it was the right inner thigh going down your leg to kiss your toes and then up the other side. I think it was an involuntary action on your part that your legs and thighs opened for me to venture further towards the goal that I sought.
*
I kept getting tremors myself at every new piece of territory that my mouth and tongue came across. First it was to smell your very own essence, that heady perfume that came from between your thighs as I buried my nose into the lower part of your bush.
I inhaled first before I pushed my tongue out to part the lips of your sex. Again that gentle shiver that you gave when you felt the first probing of my tongue. Especially when it moved in between the lips of your sex. This alone, the first probing touch made your legs open even wider to give me greater access to the treasure trove that was there waiting for me to savour.
Your legs were opened to their widest and I’m sure that your feet were on the tiles so as to give lift to your hips, for I suddenly found it easier to gain access to those lips that I was kissing and putting my tongue in between.