A Few Stolen Days Ch. 06: Sweet Dreams
The morning sunlight poured in through the great glass panes that overlooked the deck. Travis was aware that Brandi's hair was in his face and it may have been the tickling of hair that awoken him from what he would have described as a very vivid dream. He shifted slightly and realized that he was in intense need to relieve himself. He was erect, but he knew from experience that it was not an erection that although it was impressive, it was not terribly functional. He drew himself gradually away from Brandi's warm both and the joy of her naked skin and slipped quietly into the bathroom, careful to close the door and chose to sit and relieve himself rather than stand and create the sounds of his strong stream echoing through the cabin.
He stood at the door of the bathroom and debated. Part of him wanted to return to the warmth of the bed and take Brandi with the light breaking over them, washing them both in its warmth. Part of him just wanted to stand and watch her. To judge her naked form under the sheet and remember the texture and the smells of having her.
The part that won out was the chivalrous part that reached for a towel to wrap around his loins and walked over to turn on the coffee maker which was prepared to start its process.
Part of him wanted to walk around the cabin naked and have Brandi look at him hungrily. Part of him kept reminding himself that he should ever be vigilant to be a gentleman in this process. He never wanted her to feel uncomfortable at his forwardness. It was so easy to let his mind run away with the sexual thoughts and appetites that she generated in him.
Knowing that it would be a while before the coffee would be ready and not wanting to wake her until he was ready to bring her fresh coffee in bed, he let himself out onto the deck. The morning was glorious. Cool enough to raise a bit of goose flesh on his arms but with the warm rays of the sun beginning to spill over the mountain crests it was fantastic. He debated on dropping the towel and standing naked before the sunrise, but he noticed a porch swing on the end opposite the hot tub which had been hidden in the shadows the evening before.
The truth was, he mused, it had been in plain sight before the sun went down, but his eyes were so fixed on her leaning over the rail yesterday that the sun could have probably turned blue at sunset and he wouldn't have noticed it.
He walked over to the swing and sat down. In the quietness of the early morning he could hear the slight squeaking of the chains as they moved within their anchors and the birds moving in the trees and he watched the play of sunlight breaking through the leaves of the tree and splashing onto the deck all around him.
He lost track of the time as he let his mind drift. He could remember with an uncanny vividness the touch and smell of Brandi and the sense that though he had slept soundly, he remembered her. He puzzled in his mind, had he awoke in the night and taken her or was it a very powerful dream?
He heard the door open and his head snapped around. He had forgotten about the coffee brewing and his intent to surprise Brandi from her sleep. He saw her backing through the door, dressed in his shirt from the day before. A soft knit pale yellow Polo golf shirt that now seemed almost to be translucent. It hugged her backside so that he had no trouble discerning the separation of the globes of her bottom. It fell just below her upper thigh and reminded him of a very large mini-dress.
She turned to let the door closed and two steaming cups of coffee caught his attention almost as he noticed that the soft knit shirt had molded itself to her breasts. It hid nothing, but the hint of the coverage was very appealing. She hadn't buttoned the neck of the shirt and it fell low enough to give ample view of her cleavage. She stirred him anew as she had done so many times.
"Coffee?" she smiled.
"I intended to wake you up with fresh coffee in bed!" Travis offered with an apology in his voice.
"I loved being awoken to the smell of fresh coffee, but I wondered where you had gotten off to." she countered.
"I got lost sitting here in the morning sun. Come sit with me." Travis took one of the steaming cups as Brandi sat at the other end of the swing.
Travis started to move and arrange himself, but stopped. He had been sitting with one leg on the deck and one pulled up to his butt on the bench of the swing. His towel covered himself to his own view, but he knew he was totally exposed to Brandi who sat at the other end.
He should have been more gentlemanly and proper, but they had become comfortable with their nakedness together. And, he thought, he wanted her to see him. Not just hard and full blooded, but soft and vulnerable. He wanted her to be comfortable with his nakedness and his manhood.
Brandi sat down and then turned and mimicked his posture on the other end of the swing with their toes now touching on the bench of the swing. His shirt covered her but with her leg swung around he knew that it wouldn't take much to open the same vista to his eyes that he was displaying to her. She sipped her coffee and over her cup he saw her eyes watching him.
"She knows exactly what she is doing" he thought to himself.
And with the slightest movement of her leg perched up against her bottom on the bench of the swing, she pulled the soft knit fabric taught and he watched her grin as she drank. She was now fully exposed to him. Her soft lower belly and the cleft of her womanhood parted in just the narrowest chasm but the depths were lost from view.
Travis thought to himself quietly for a bit. He was terribly curious to know if what he thought had happened in fact did, or had it been a very vivid dream. He knew the risk of asking. If it had happened as it thought surely it had, then Brandi may feel badly that he didn't remember it as importantly as she did and then even worse if she felt that something she felt very real about had been remembered by him as an unsubstantiated dream. He decided that probably the best route to take was to not mention it, or at least not until she did and from her remark, draw his conclusion.
Brandi sipped her coffee quietly, he though to not interrupt her deep thoughts when in fact Brandi was mulling over in her own mind the exact same question. She had some vivid feelings but they had come and gone in the twilight of her sleep and try as she might could not settle for herself if they had joined during the night, or just the pleasurable glow of a very real dream. However, being a female she didn't see the potential of the lose-lose scenario which haunted Travis.
"Did we make love during the night? Or did I just have this beautiful dream that we had?" Brandi asked over the rim of her coffee cup.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I was just getting ready to ask you the same thing!" Travis lied.
"What makes you think it was a dream?" She said it as a statement of her intent to assign him the task. There was no invitation to debate who would go first in this inquisition.
Travis thought a moment, "Well, I could never tell if I was awake or only dreaming I was awake. The sweetness of our coupling was dreamlike and perfect."
Then Travis intended to turn the tables on her. "Tell me what you felt/dreamed and then I'll tell you and we can compare notes!"
It was Travis turn to turn the tables and although Brandi squirmed with the idea of going first, and might have pouted her way out of it, she decided to begin the exchange.
"I loved be awaken in the middle of the night from a peaceful sleep to find your face already between my legs. Just quietly taking me in my sleep, without permission. As though you had awakened hungry and went to the fridge to satisfy yourself."
"I wondered then if this is reality or a wonderful dream. I find myself laying on my back from being rolled over by you, unbeknownst to me because of my deep sleep. I awakened to find you enjoying yourself, and me, with the slowest, softest, most romantic kisses to the part of my body you crave the most. I discovered I was already excited because you had been there for a short period of time. I find myself already ready for you even in my sleep."
I found that my legs had willingly opened for you and invited you in and that I was already wet. I felt your tongue probing, licking, searching out that wonderful spot. To have you gently concentrate on this area (Brandi demonstrated the target of her description by causally laying her hand between her leg and resting in on her shaved mount."
Travis knew he was being affected by the story and her demonstrative presentation. His eyes were fixed on the hand which rested palm down between her legs on her Venus mount and her fingers cascaded over her like a falls which might have been intended to hide her, actually only called attention to her and the view was made more erotic because through her loosely laid fingers there was no doubt all that she had to be seen, could be seen if you looked intently.
Brandi continued, "I was so ready for you. You then slid your body up to take my breast into your mouth, making love to my stomach all the way up with your kisses. I knew I don't have to do anything but enjoy, to just lay in the darkness and feel you sucking me in. From my breast you slid your hot body back down leaving a trail of kisses as you went, until you reach the wonderful treasure hidden for both you and I. A treasure hidden so you can again search with your tongue, from the outside in. And you begin to feel my body writhe and move ever so slightly as I take you all in. You sucked my clit and entered me with your tongue until you felt my body begin to tremble."
