Daydreams The Beginning

It had been a while since she sat and took the time to really day dream. Today gave her one of those rare moments when she would allow herself the luxury of loosing herself in a fantasy world. It was a warm day outside. The windows were open and the breeze was gently blowing. No one around to interrupt her. She settled into a lounge chair on the screened in porch. Tea in hand, legs propped up and nothing but time. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to drift off into that wondrous world of fantasy. Where she could linger on the promise of a different life. A life with someone special. ...

It all started with a glance, or was it a just a glance. Sometimes she could swear that there was something else there. A glint in his eyes or his crooked grin. What was it about this one man? There had been others that attempted to catch her eye and yet they never really did. This one was different. He was devilishly handsome, yet unassuming and real in the best ways. There was something about him that made her pulse race, made her heart beat faster at the mention of his name. The way he looked at her when he didn't think she was paying attention. The look in his eyes told so much more than he had ever said to her. And yet was she just imagining it, hoping that it existed. Sometimes it was so hard to tell. That mystery intrigued her. He was a puzzle. He seemed so playful at times and then at other times so serious. He could be funny, charming and cantankerous all at once. She found herself thinking about him more and more these days.

He challenged her in ways she hadn't been challenged in a long time. She liked that. It seemed to awaken parts of her that she had almost completely forgotten. They had grown so close and yet there was still so much to learn about each other. It felt like a real friendship, but there was no ignoring the pull that was there. Whether spoken or not, it was there. She found herself wanting so much more, but afraid to lose the friendship that they had begun.

She is lost in thought now. Not aware that someone has walked up to the screen door. She opens her eyes and there he is. She had completely forgotten that they had plans to hang out together... you know... like friends do. How could she have forgotten that? She blushes at the thoughts that had been running through her head. He looks at her quizzically. Can he tell what she had been thinking? Is it written on her face? She feels the heat rise and she knows she's blushing, but why? He can't possibly know what she's thinking.

The heat seems to spread like a wild fire radiating from parts that had long since lost that urge. She feels warm and yet she shivers. Her eyes meet his gaze and she gets lost in them. Neither of them speaks for what seems like forever. Or was it just a few awkward moments. She couldn't tell anymore. Time seems to halt when he is around her. And then it would seem to be over in a flash after he left. But for now, here he is staring down at her. His eyes seem to see all the way into her soul. He has to sense what she's thinking, feeling. She slowly rises to her feet, feeling uneasy on them. She isn't sure that they will even hold her up at this point. They both exchange awkward hellos. She can tell that he knows what was going through her mind.

At that moment she wants nothing more than to feel the slight swell of his lower lip touch hers, to have him nibble on hers. She's staring at his lips now. As if reading her mind, he moves in quickly and pulls her into an embrace, almost as if he is afraid of losing the moment. Slowly he lowers his head looking down at her. Moving his mouth toward hers and she draws her breathe. It's caught in her throat now. He was being so damned slow and deliberate. Their eyes are locked, neither looking away. How she wishes she could read his mind right then. To know what he is thinking. What he really wants from her, what he wants for them. It's in that moment that she realizes that all these feelings are real. Is it really happening now... like this? They are friends. Wasn't that the important thing? Her pulse is so quick. She feels all her blood rushing threw her veins. Every sense is heightened. And yet his searching eyes are calming her at the same time. He seems so sure of this and she simply relaxes in his arms. No words need to be spoken. They both just know. This is what is meant to be, why fight it?

His lips brush hers softly at first. Her lips are tingling with the softness of that touch. Then a long slow deep kiss. The kind that reaches down into your loins and wakes you up from the inside. She completely surrenders herself into the embrace, allowing fate to take hold. Their bodies molded together. How many times had she envisioned this moment and here it was. Both their bodies responding in tune with each other. A perfect fit. His tall muscular stature against her smaller more delicate frame. She curls her arms up under his and wraps up over his shoulders. Her body is fully leaning into him now. Her head tilted upward and back taking in every inch of his body that she can. His hands are cupping her chin and then her head. He moves then with deliberate course. Stroking her back, feeling her hair in his fingers. Their lips feel perfect together and his tongued flicks in and out of her mouth in just the right rhythm. Not staying in one place too long and not wildly moving about too much. Their heads adjusting sides with that same rhythm. It is the most sensual kiss she has ever experienced. And she is lost in it. How odd that it would be their first kiss and yet feel so strangely familiar. Like it is the most natural thing for them to do. She almost forgets that this is their first real kiss. Not the kind of friendship kiss on the cheek when they would greet each other or before they parted, but a passion that seems to have been unleashed from a cage.

As if reading her body language, his kiss grows hungry and his mouth is hot and wet. His fingers on his one hand thread through her hair continuously. As if he had wanting to do this since the beginning. The fingers on his other hand hold her at the base of her back now. Holding her firmly against him. As if claiming her as his own. He is relishing in the moment. Especially the feel of their bodies pressed against each other. Heat rising off of both of them from mounting desires.

Every nerve in her body is at attention. She is fully aware of every touch, taste and scent that washes over her. He tastes amazing, his mouth, his skin. It's intoxicating, almost addictive. Their kisses grow more and more hungry. Her arms wrap around him again. This time over his shoulders, holding on as if she would fall if she let go. Her legs are trembling under the weight of the passion between them. Her hands find his ears, his hair. Moving as if mesmerized by the events taking place. They move across the path and are up against the wall now. His hands finding the waste of her pants. He begins to tug at her t-shirt. He slips her shirt out of her pants in a frenzied rush as his other hand roams everywhere. Exploring the areas, he has been longing to touch. At the same time, she fumbles with the buttons of his shirt. Her lips seeking his chin, then neck, following the trail with a finger. She begins to unfasten each button slowly, her lips follow. Her fingers dancing over the hair on his chest. He moans slightly and she smiles to herself. Relief that he has been wanting this to happen as much as her. Her gaze meets his again and the fire dances in her eyes.

All at once he takes control again and slows the pace down. He is looking down at her as if seeing her fully for the first time. It's as if he is trying to commit every inch of her to memory. He is breathing so heavy now and has this amazing glint in his eyes. It seems even brighter than usual. His eyes dancing all around her. Her shirt is askew and her hair is now a mess and she is feels sexier than she has ever felt. It is amazing how he makes her feel. She isn't even self-conscious. She gazes back at him. drinking in every inch of him in turn. His chest is bare and she lingers on his taught muscles, a smile spreading across her face as she looks up and into his eyes again. She can tell he is happy she likes it. He is breathing so hard at this moment. It is as if time has stopped again. There is no outside world, just the two of them there in that moment.

His desires have begun to overwhelm him again. He needs to taste every inch of her. Pulling her to him again, his lips part and his beautiful tongue begins to travel from her mouth to her neck. He pulls her t-shirt over her head so fast that it's off before she even realizes it. His fingers find the clasps of her bra and is gone in one quick movement. Her hands are at his waste and she is dizzy again with desire. His mouth is traveling down further, kissing even inch of the trail. His thumbs caressing the curves of her breasts. The heat is rising all over her body. She is so wet and they have barely begun. His mouth has found her the crease between her breasts and she sucks in her breathe, not wanting to move. Longing has taken over her body. He looks up with an evil grin. Looking into his eyes she can see the lust and need and she matches it with her own. She is hungry and worked up. The sensation between her thighs is intense. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back allowing herself to appreciate every sensation pulsing through her.

Her breasts are beautiful to him. He can hardly believe how beautiful. Modest, but full with the perfect sized pink nipples. He could stare at them for hours, but staring isn't enough. His fingers find her nipples and she sucks in the air as he rolls them between his finger tips. Softly at first, but as she holds onto his back tighter and tighter, he gradually gets firmer and firmer in his hold of them. Soon his mouth is following his fingers and his tongue flicks her nipple and begins to suck and bite, each one in turn. He can tell from the slight arch of her back that this is exactly what she wants. Her fingers have begun to pull on his hair as she becomes more aroused. He is fully enjoying this moment. her eyes are open now and she is staring down at him so intently. It's a look in her eyes he has often fantasized about. ...

In one motion he picks her up into his arms and cares her into the living room. She is so small in his arms and yet she feels as if she has filled his entire world. She is the only thing that matters in this instant. His need to have her, to not share her with anyone else. He could hold onto her forever and not let go. She feels so right, being there in his arms. Holding onto him. Kissing his neck and nibbling his ear as he is carrying her. He tries to speak, but his throat is hoarse. He manages to whisper that he had been wanting this for so long. Now it's her voice that is hoarse, but manages a whisper saying the same thing. It's as if the green light has been turned on and they both smile...

Lowering her back to her feet, she tugs at his shirt and helps pull it off. She traces her fingers over his biceps and shoulders again. Staring at how beautiful they are. Strong and cut. His hair is disheveled. God is he sexy. It amazes her to think that he desires her as much as she desires him. He is so close and he smells of a mixture of sweat and cologne. It's a scent that she could get lost in all on its own. There's a slight glistening across his skin as she runs her hands across it. Slow and deliberate in her own right. It's her turn to draw this out and make him want more. His eyes are full of lust and mixed emotions. Wandering up and down her body. She can tell he wants the rest of her clothes off, but that will take more finesse that the shirt. Her jeans are rather tight. She wore them in hopes of simply getting his attention when they were hanging out. Now they seem to be a stumbling block for him and he seems perplexed with how to remove them without feeling foolish. And she is relishing in his anxious looks. She eyes HIS pants now and smiles finding that it will be rather easy to take them off, but is wanting to make him wait... build the anticipation even more.

Casually she asks what's on his mind and smiles knowing the answer. He tells her that he loves the way her jeans look on her, but he would much rather see them off her. Still smiling she gestures with her hand that he is welcome to take them off. Much to her surprise, he playfully pushes her back onto the ottoman causing her to fall onto her back. Smiling and leaning down over her, he kisses her again. This time playfully and he's amused by her stunned expression. He sinks to his knees and draws his hands down across her breasts again, trailing down to her button and zipper. Quickly he has them open and peals back the top of them. Kissing her stomach along the way. She laughs at his ornery humor. Admitting to herself that it is one of the things that has drawn her to him the most. She loves that he can make her laugh. He always has. Why should this be any different? Who says that this has to be all lust and no fun?

He slowly and deliberately lifts her bottom with ease and pulls on the denim, pealing it down as he tugs at it. His devilish grin as wide as ever. Off they go to reveal very sexy black lace panties. He cocks an eyebrow as he stares down at her. She obviously came prepared for this encounter. Her sheepish grin lets him know she is slightly embarrassed, but only a little. Quickly sitting up she tugs at his belt, unfastening it and pulling it from his pants. Staring into his eyes the entire time. She can tell his is very hard at this point. It shows clear threw his pants. She unbuttons them and inches them over his muscular rear, falling to the floor. He steps out of his shoes and allows the pants to be cast aside. His boxer briefs have perfectly outlined his full package. And she can't help but to admire the presentation of it all. She thinks to herself, God's own masterpiece.

Lowering himself down again, he is overwhelmed with the urge to drive her crazy. They have always shared a love of one upping the other in the casual verbal banters, but this was completely different for him. He had every intention of winning this one. He would have her begging for rest, only to find that he would not give it. He has her laying back across the leather ottoman again. and notices that it is the perfect height. Gently he kisses her lips. Softly nibbling the lower lip. Looks at her and grins that mischievous grin that he knows gets her goat. His fingers are at her nipples again and he is staring deep into her eyes watching every reaction to his touches. She determined to match his gaze though. She can be so stubborn, never backing down from anything. This only strengthens his resolve. He has already discovered her pleasure from this action and he is determined to take it further. He wants to be careful not to hurt her, but he can tell she gets pleasure from the pressure of her nipples between his fingertips. He kisses her long and deep while massaging her breasts. They feel so full in his hands. The perfect size as far as he is concerned. Drawing his mouth down her chin again, he inches further and further down. Careful not to impede his attention to her breasts, but wanting to reach his final destination just the same.

Her fingers are running up and down his back. The further down he kisses, tighter her grip becomes on his back. The pleasure is rising again. The heat between them is building. The playfulness that gave her a brief recess from the passion has begun to subside being replaced with desire again. His kisses have just the right feel against her skin. It's as if he knows exactly what will get her squirming with pleasure. He bites at the panties moving them with his mouth rather than his hands, tracing his tongue along the line of skin as he moves the soft fabric. His chin now resting on small patch of dark hair that's neatly trimmed and shaped under the lace. Slowly he slides his hands down the small of her stomach and begins to slowly, sensually move her panties down, kissing and flicking his tongue along the way. It sends shivers up and down her spine.

Her nipples are so erect at this point that they ache with desire. She is so wet that she is relieved to have the panties off of her now. He gently flicks at her clit with his tongue and she almost jumps. Smiling he holds her down firmly at the hips. His tongue finds her clit again and begins a dance around the sensitive area that mixes with a gentle use of his teeth. As she lets out a slight moan, he continues to flick around the clit. She attempting to squirm, but his arms have a firm, but gentle hold of her helping to keep her rooted to the ottoman. Quickly his takes a long, slow lick of the open of her vagina, circling and then plunging in with the tip of his tongue. Pulling his tongue back up to her clit, his 5 o'clock shade brushes again the soft outer flesh and she lets out another squeal of approval this time. Her arms are raised above her head now grasping at the upper edge of the ottoman. Gripping from the force of her pleasure that has taken hold. He seems to go on with this for an eternity, but she can't tell. She no concept of time anymore. He massages at her clit in such a frantic rhythm while his tongue weaves in and out of the soft opening. She is so hot and wet now that she feels as though she might completely explode at any moment. He is relentless in his pursuit of his ultimate goal. He massages her thighs and her rear while continuing his quest. As she begins to squirm again, he holds her gently in place and playfully tells her, she's not going anywhere. In the heat of that authority and the flicking of her clit, her legs are in full tremble. Hot liquid pours out of her and she can feel it flowing everywhere.

She wants him to enter her so badly at this point and yet she wants her turn to drive HIM wild too. Two can play at this game. Her wild eyes meet his ornery glint and suddenly she has the strength of tiger. Catching him off guard, she flips him onto the ottoman onto his back. He left wondering how she managed that one. Surprised by the strength she could still have left in her body after all he had done to her. But she is on fire from head to toe and it's her turn to rock HIS world now. The desire in her eyes is blazing right through him and he is almost scared of what she has in store for him. Slowly she removes his briefs and exposes the most beautiful cock. Thick and long. Neatly groomed as well. With a devilish look in her eyes she stares at him for a brief moment cocking her eyebrow. Apparently, someone else had high hopes for the night as well. Now it was his turn to grin sheepishly. But this just made her even more satisfied with the next steps. She gently grasps the tip of his penis and slides her fingers down the shaft to the base. He is so hard and his skin so smooth. He breaths in deeply, her hands are so soft, delicate - yet firm in their grip. She is letting him know she's in charge now. Her other hand is cupping his balls in a gentle massage motion. Their eyes are locked and his desire is written across his face. She knows full well what he wants her to do, but SHE is in charge and SHE is the one setting the pace now.

Her kisses are light and soft against his hard abs. Leaning over him, her hands move back and forth from his chest to his erection. Her fingers rake down his chest firmly and take hold of the base of his penis again. Lightly she licks the tip, like a lollipop at first. Then slowly parting her lips, she begins to suck the tip into her mouth. Allowing her tongue to encase the tip, almost wrapping around it. He moans with ecstasy. Ignoring him, she continues to cup his balls with she sucks lightly on the tip. Her other hand playing in the groomed coif around the base. He's ticklish and jumps slightly. Looking up, she firmly pushes him back, but now he wants to sit up. Too bad though. Holding him down with surprising strength, she licks all around the shaft, tip and base, wetting his cock from tip to base. her lips trace the tip again and he sucks more air in. Parting again, she draws the penis into her mouth, with each draw of her mouth, his penis goes deeper and deeper in. The fingers at the base are massaging in an equal rhythm with the sucking now. Slow at first, but then faster and faster, firmer and firmer on her hold. And then he feels it, she has fully encased his penis, to the base and he can't believe how amazing it feels. How can she reach that far down?