Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read at least Part One first though I recommend reading all previous parts.
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Chapter Twenty-one
I wouldn't have said that Irene was "last but not least" but I had known Linda and Theresa before I'd met Irene so it should have been no surprise that I'd wanted to fuck them for longer. That is no indication, however, that I wanted to fuck Irene any less. Because I hadn't known Irene as long, or as well for that matter, I spent a bit more time figuring out a dream scenario that would not only feel dreamlike but also hopefully lead to sex. Since the beach had worked so well with both Linda and Theresa, I was kind of still leaning in that direction but eventually came up with the idea of a secluded cabin on a pristine lake. It was generally similar to the Mediterranean villa concept but different enough that it would still be a completely new experience. Once I had the concept developed enough, I felt like I was ready and it was time. Of course I'd been doing recon and Irene still had a sweet MILF body, on the more petite side like Linda but with boobs that weren't as big, though still impressive. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her twenty-ish body but I knew I'd be looking forward to some fun with her MILF body, too.
On the night I was planning to take her to the cabin, I was initially dismayed when I showed up at her house because she and Jim were still up. He was watching hockey and she was sitting nearby on the couch, reading. As I stood there, invisible, trying to decide what to do, I noticed her eyes close and her head dip really quickly. This was going to work out after all and her positioning couldn't have been better. I moved over close to her and the next time it looked like she was on the verge of dozing off, I touched her and took her away. Instead of sitting on the couch in her living room, the next thing she was aware of was sitting on the end of a dock that was jutting out into a lake. I was just gazing off into the distance despite the urge to check out how she looked in the bikini top and denim cut-off shorts I'd conjured for her. I was wearing cut-offs as well but was shirtless and, of course, more buff than I'd actually been when we'd first met back in our early twenties.
"Wow," she said, "where did my subconscious pull this place out of?"
"How's that?" I asked, catching her drift but pretending that I didn't.
"Well, this is clearly a dream," she replied, "but I'm not sure what the inspiration was for this location. I'm pretty sure I know why it's just you and me, though."
"Do tell," I encouraged, feeling pretty good about how this was going.
"We never did manage to get together back when we were this age," she explained, "so I'm assuming that we're here in the middle of nowhere so we can finally be alone together."
"Like that time we went swimming together over at John Barry's house when Jim was stuck working," I replied, the memory suddenly coming back to me.
"Exactly," she confirmed, "I had to be super careful that day because of all the people around but I seriously was ready to jump your bones."
"Why don't you show me what we'd have done in the pool had we been alone," I suggested as I stood. From the edge of the dock, I did a flip into the water which, while not as warm as the waters in which I'd fucked Linda and Theresa, was plenty comfortable. I emerged from under water and kicked a bit away from the dock since Irene was standing. She didn't flip but she launched herself upright and her twenty-something body looked amazing as it flew through the air. She splashed and submerged then popped up and swam over to me. She threw her arms around my neck and we kissed, quickly progressing to making out passionately.
"I'm not really sure where my subconscious came up with these cut-off jean shorts, either," she said once we took a break. She let go of me and reached under the water and a moment later she was throwing the wet shorts onto the dock. I followed suit, stripping mine off then also throwing them up onto the dock, leaving me fully naked with my cock at half-mast. Since she was otherwise naked, she removed the bikini top, too, and threw that up on the dock as I ogled her bare tits and hard nipples. In the back of my mind I wondered, if she assumed this was a dream, why did she even bother throwing her shorts and top onto the dock instead of just tossing them aside or leaving them to float wherever they came off? I didn't give it too much thought because she was back in my arms, her naked body pressing against mine. As we resumed making out, I ran my hands over her bare, sweet ass while my cock continued to stiffen.