NOTE: I wrote this story in 2007. The ages reflect this.
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When I went to bed the night of my birthday, I was as happy as I'd ever been. The girl of my dreams was now the lady in my life, and I wanted to make sure it stayed that way. She was even giving serious thought to having my child, which was more than I had dared to dream with any other woman since I became an adult. I hoped that the rest of Cami's visit would follow the pattern of the first part of it: sex, sightseeing, sex, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat. It would not go quite that smoothly.
Around three in the morning-I couldn't see the clock clearly without my contacts-Cami bolted forward and screamed. She started crying. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked what was wrong.
She pulled away from me and sobbed a few times. "It was terrible," she said. She turned to me and asked, "Did you ever have a dream where someone you know is in the dream, and you know it's them, but they have the appearance of someone else you know?"
"Sure," I said. "A few times."
"Well, it was Mike's body in my dream, but it was really you." I paused for a moment and remembered her telling me that the only long-term relationship she'd had since dropping out of college was Mike, and he died of a heart attack. "We were on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, just like yesterday. My post card blew out of my hand, but this time you climbed over the rail to get it, and you fell off." She started crying.
I put my arm around her again and told her, "It's okay now. I'm still here, see?" She turned toward me and sniffled. "I'm not going anywhere." I held her a little more closely, and she turned toward me, still bent over a little. I looked down at her and told her, "I will never leave you."
She looked up at me and asked, "Promise?"
Even in the dark, her eyes captivated me. "I promise," I said. I kissed her, and I eased her onto her side so we could hold each other.
"Thank you," she said. "I feel safe with you."
Wow. No one had ever said that about me before. "So you can sleep now?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," she said, and we fell asleep like that.
I awoke to a numb feeling in my hand. Cami was still lying on top of it. She hadn't left my arm all night long. I was able to lift myself up, and I leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Cami!" I whispered. She opened her eyes. "Good morning," I said.
"Good morning, sweetie," she answered.
"Did you sleep well after your nightmare?"
She looked at me lovingly and said, "I slept great."
"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked.
She put her arms around my waist and answered, "Not yet." She held me tight. "This time I want us to eat together instead of taking turns eating and showering." She took her right hand off my waist and reached underneath to find my cock. "Especially the showering part."
That got my attention! "I think we could work that out," I told her.
"Another reason for using the sponge," Cami said.
"Let go of me, and I'll meet you there," I told her.
Cami took her other arm off and lifted her back to free my hand. "It's a date," she said.
Neither of us had put any clothes on before we went to bed the night before, so I went straight to the linen closet to find the longest towel I had. Cami had gone straight to the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain open and started the water. She was already in the water, and the sight of the water running down her sides and over her pussy restored the erection that had subsided while I was looking for the towel. "Come on in," she said. "The temperature's right where you set it yesterday morning."
I stepped in and pulled the curtain closed. Cami pointed the shower head, which is removable, over her head. It was hitting me directly in the chest. She put her arms around me, and we moved toward each other. This put her hair directly in the stream, so she looked like she had just come up from swimming. "You're beautiful with wet hair," I told her. "Course, you're beautiful with dry hair too."
She let go of me and turned around. She bent over, which briefly led me to think she wanted me to take her from behind, but she picked up a bar of soap and turned back to me. "It's supposed to be warm today, so we need to smell good before we work up a sweat," she said. She held the bar of soap in the line of the shower for a few seconds and proceeded to lather up my chest. I'm not a hairy guy, but I've got enough chest hair that Cami was able to enjoy the process of saturating the chest hairs with suds. "First the top, now the bottom," she said, and she began rubbing my stomach with the soap, then my crotch, and then my dick. She held my hard cock up and rubbed the soap all around it.
"Oh, yeah, get me nice and clean," I said.
Cami stepped back and let the water run over my body. "Turn around," she told me, and I did. "Hand me that sponge," she said, and I did that too. I didn't feel her doing anything, but soon the sponge was on my shoulders, followed by my lower back and then my buttocks.
"Is this what you do for your residents?" I asked.
"Sort of," she said, "but with a lot less enthusiasm." She moved right up next to me and continued, "And I never do this for them." She lowered her right hand, which held the sponge, to my thigh and reached around with her left to stroke my cock. It didn't take long before it was as erect as I'd ever seen it. It only stayed that length for a few seconds, though, because she let go and rubbed the sponge between my ass cheeks. "How's that feel?" she asked.
"Surprisingly good," I answered.
