It was an August night, and the air was calm and warm. Troubled by a surprising turn of events in my life, and too hot to sleep well, I had this dream:
The place in which I came to awareness I did not recognize, but it seemed to be a blend of several beautiful places I have been. I was on a small, tree covered island like the kind in the Discovery passage in British Columbia. The air there is cool and sweet smelling and there is a feeling of isolation, but nearness to civilization provides a sense of safety, too. Across a small channel, snow covered mountains rise steeply out of the water. There is a small sandy beach in a cove on the island. When the sun hits at the right angle, the beach seems to be made of glistening gold. The sun is approaching the right angle now. As in Canada, large trees, escaped from logging rafts, litter the beach, providing some cover from the breeze that occasionally rises. The sand on the beach is clean and unmarked by footsteps.
I assume I got here by using the canoe that's been pulled out of the water.
You are here, too, and when I look at you, I notice that your beautiful skin is glistening from the exercise of paddling the canoe. You're wearing a tight white tank top of the style you often wear and which makes you look very sexy. Part of the sexiness comes from your exposed slim, strong arms. Some splashes of water have soaked the white cotton; the resulting translucence reveals tantalizing parts of your skin beneath. You have on a pair of blue shorts, short enough to reveal you well-muscled shapely legs.
We're making a camp and as I start a campfire, you are arranging the sleeping bags. We must not be married in this dream, because you haven't zipped the bags together and I 'm disappointed that you haven't. I'm wearing a wedding ring, though.
When you bend down to adjust the sleeping bags, I look through the building fire as the bottom of your ass peeks out from the leg openings. I can't help but stare; I've dreamed about your ass before. It's the perfect ass, from my perspective. I think about cupping your buns in my hands and feeling their firmness as I squeeze them. You seem to be wearing some blue french cut style panties. The seams of the panties are clearly outlined as your shorts stretch taut. I can tell they're blue because I'm straining to see more of your skin.
What I've seen already makes me yearn to see it all. You notice me looking at you and smile.I blush quickly and smile back embarrassed, but your eyes take that away. My heart pounds and my blood flows quickly and I can feel my cock swelling and turning. I blush again and quickly add more kindling to the fire, avoiding your eyes now. You stand and walk over to the fire and crouch next to me, putting your arm in mine as I poke at the flames. A dizziness comes over me for a moment and I roll from my crouch onto my butt. With our arms tangled, you fall too, but roll onto my chest.
We both laugh genuinely and our eyes catch each others for a long moment and I wrap my arms around you. Your arms are on my shoulders and one of your legs moves between mine. You turn your head and put your ear on my heart. "You're heart is pounding," you say softly. "It's full," I reply. I move my hand the cradle your head and run my hands through your fine, dark hair, and notice a long exhalation escapes your lips. I caress your head. I can feel your breasts pressing into my chest.
The sun is at the proper angle now, and we are golden on a golden beach under an orange and peach sky next to an orange and pink and blue gray sea. Our breathing and the sound of little wavelets breaking on the beach are the only sounds.
The scent in the air is intoxicating, a blend of trees, ocean, your Devil's Workshop oil and you, and it has liberated me from my fears. There is nothing to fear here. I think about rolling you on your back and you sense that and roll with me. Above you now, I look deep into your eyes and see the message there. You close them and I move my lips to touch yours. They are smooth and soft and warm and slightly open.
There is no awkwardness as our lips meet this time. The small magics that have marked our relationship happen again as the tips of our tongues dart to meet each other in the space between our teeth. Our timing is perfect, and something tells me it will be throughout this night. We kiss like this for many moments, like we have been saving up kisses for a long time. Our mouths and tongues are dancing together somehow, alternating between a hard, fast dance, and a slow, smoldering one.
We roll in the sand, putting one of us on top and then the other. Our bodies are pressed together now and I decide that some of your clothing has to go. I fumble with your tank top, but its lack of buttons frustrates me. I can't get it over your head and keep on kissing you, so I stop trying for a moment and settle on slipping my hands up the back of it and touching your back for the first time.