Maing His Dreams Come True

*Ding*

I heard my phone go off as I finished my workout for the evening. I figured it might be the parent chat about tomorrow's ball practice, but it was Henry. My heart raced as I opened it.

"I miss you. It's odd to say it, and I'm sorry if that's too much, but I do. I miss you."

I haven't heard from him since he left me at the lake yesterday morning, but I haven't stopped thinking about him for even a minute. And I'm pretty sure I masturbated at least a dozen times since then. I missed him, terribly. It's like a part of me was missing now, constantly.

"It's not too much. I miss you, too. I wasn't sure if I should text you." I replied.

A long minute went by, and I started stripping to go take a shower when it dinged again.

"I was hoping you would, but I understand. I just can't stop thinking about the other day, and you."

I stopped and read it twice, my face growing hot at the memory of his hands on me.

"I can't either. I don't really know what to do about all of this, or why it's happening now. But I can't stop thinking about it, and you."

I sat down on the edge of my bed, suddenly self conscious of how naked I was while texting him. I crossed my legs and realized I was already a little sensitive and wet, just from thinking about him. I couldn't believe how my body reacted to just the thought of him.

"We should get together soon and talk, if that's alright with you. My head is a mess, and I have so many questions. I can't think straight, even when I'm not around you now. Everything about you is so stunning, I can't believe that the other day happened.

Having you in my arms felt so right. And you bring out an aggressive side of me that I've never had. When I saw you on your knees in front of me... I just wanted to take you, control you... I felt so possessive. I'm sorry if that wasn't okay, I couldn't help it."

I swallowed, and my pussy throbbed at the memory of his hands in my hair and around my neck. I leaned back into my pillows to answer him.

"I loved it. It really turned me on, I'm very okay with you taking control of me like that. I never would've expected that from you. You're one of the most respectful and considerate people I've ever met. I think that's why I liked it, I feel so safe with you."

I laid my phone down and relived that experience for the hundredth time. His tongue in my mouth, his breath on my cheek. His hard length pressed against me... I ran my hands over my naked body, stopping everywhere he did, grasping my ribs, my waist, gripping my hips. It wasn't right though. My hands were small and cold, his were big, strong, and warm. I shivered at the thought of them, how one wrapped entirely around my neck as he thrusted his cock down my throat.

*Ding*

"You're very kind. And open minded. I've never felt judged with you. You listen to me talk about birds, flowers, and tea, and never shame me because I'm not into the typical things a man my age should be. I don't have to pretend to be more with you. My mean old face has never put you off, and I feel so comfortable with you. You ask me questions, and listen to what I have to say. I can't tell you how much that means to me. "

My heart ached reading that. How could anyone shame him? He was so masculine without even trying. The man was a welder and contractor for decades, and could fix anything. He hunted and fished, and kept to himself. He grew a beautiful garden, loved tea, and appreciated flowers. And he looked like a Greek god to boot. I shook my head.

"You're an incredible person, Henry. I've always felt safe and comfortable with you. I enjoy your company, and I love listening to you. Just the sound of your voice makes me happy. You're so thoughtful and sweet, and I think you're wonderful. And so unbelievably sexy. I've always thought so."

My hands continued to roam over my body, brushing my nipples and thinking of how good his chest felt against mine. How badly I wanted to feel his powerful torso, run my hands over his heavily muscled shoulders, and massage that tension right out of them. Feel the warm sense of safety as his arms wrapped me tight against him.

"Thank you so much. I can't tell you how happy that makes me that you feel that way about me. You're so sexy and sweet, and your face is so innocent with those dimples and rosy cheeks. Seeing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth shattered me.

You always look so proper and sweet, but then you took all of me down that pretty throat. I couldn't hold back."

My heart raced, and I reached down to touch my aching pussy. God, I was sensitive after all of the orgasms I've had. My face was innocent...? I guess I've always been told I look younger than I am, but I never thought of myself as innocent. But it was sexy that he found it hot, and I felt my cheeks going red again.

"I didn't know I had an innocent face. But you taking me by my hair was so sexy, it turned me on so much. I loved pleasing you, and hearing those noises from you drove me wild."

I was really rubbing my clit now, arching against the blankets and breathing hard. Wondering if he was next door, stroking his cock to the thought of me, those sexy growls coming from him.

"Sweet girl, you have the most innocent face. Those big eyes, that soft pretty smile, and that gorgeous glow when you blush bright pink for me. You look like all the goodness in the world, and seeing you be so ready for me makes my blood boil. I miss your gentle touch. I want those pretty hands wrapped around me again. I'm so hard just thinking about it."

I slid two fingers into my tight pussy and moaned, knowing now that he was hard for me next door. It would just take a few steps and I could be riding him, his thick cock filling me. I decided to do something daring, uncertain as to how he would receive it. He was a pretty old fashioned guy, but if he wasn't stroking his cock now, I would motivate him to.

I leaned back and arched, held my phone out and took a picture of my curvy naked body, two fingers deep in my wet pussy. I checked it to make sure it was alright, took a deep breath and hit send.

I was nervous but so horny, I fucked myself harder, pinching my nipples with my free hand and picturing him stroking that beautiful cock to my picture. A minute went by, then another. I felt my orgasm building when he finally answered.

"Oh god. You look so good, baby girl. Are you touching that sweet pussy for me right now?"

A picture loaded, and there was his hand wrapped around his cock, a big drop of shiny precum on the tip. The head was swollen and purple, like he'd been hard for a long while. I groaned, my whole body aching with need. I've always taken the lead in every relationship I've been in, and being called baby girl would normally make me cringe. But coming from him, it made my stomach dip, and scratched an itch I didn't know I had.

"Yes, I'm so wet for you. It's not enough, though. I need you. I want to feel you stretch me, and come inside of me."

My face was hot to the touch now, I can't believe I just sent that to him. But it was all so sexy, knowing he was over there jerking off to me. It felt like the right time to be daring.

"I want to come deep inside of you. I want to fill up that gorgeous pussy and make you mine. I can almost feel you around me. Are you going to come for me, sweet girl? I'm so close for you."

I was panting now, picturing his cock exploding inside me, filling me. His strong hands gripping my hips to pull me close to him.

"Yes, I'm gonna come. I want to come on your cock so badly."

I hit send and let my orgasm build again. I could almost smell him, and hear those deep groans that he'd make as he fucked me.

*Ding*

I glanced over at my phone, and there was another picture of his cock, covered in a huge load of his cum, his hand coated in it as it gripped the base.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I said aloud as I rubbed my clit and fucked myself harder. I came, my hips bucking as I pictured all of that cum hitting my walls, filling me. I lay there, breathing hard as my pussy clenched around my fingers.

"Did you come for me, sweet girl?"

"I came so hard. That picture sent me over the edge, it was so hot."

I was still panting. I can't believe I just came with him while texting. It was oddly really sexy, but I'd never done that before. I've sexted guys before, but I never felt like actually doing it, it was more flirtatious than anything.

"You sent that picture of you playing, baby. This was all you."

I laughed, and grinned at my phone. Henry was teasing me about sexting him. Was I actually awake or was I dreaming? I decided to tease him back.

"Are you saying you didn't like it?"

"I loved it. I've never gotten a picture like that. It took everything I had to not explode in that second. You drive me insane. Just look at how much I came for you."

I looked back at the photo he sent, and I could almost taste that picture. I licked my lips in desire.

"I want to clean that mess up for you."

"I'd love to watch that."

"Are you working a half day tomorrow?"

I was momentarily stunned. I wasn't planning on working a half day, but I suppose I could. I haven't used any of my personal time, and it was September.

"I can be. What did you have in mind?"

I laid back and waited, my thighs and pussy already drying. A whole afternoon with him? Was that a good idea? I glanced at the photo of his cum covered cock, and felt my stomach do that flip deep down. Fuck it, it was a fantastic idea.

"I'll think of something. Just let me know when you're home. I'm going to pass out now, I don't think I can move. I'll talk to you tomorrow, my dear."

"That's probably a good idea. Good night, I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

He sent a kissing emoji, and I giggled at the thought of this grown man sending me a kissy face via text. I sent one back and went to shower.

I reread the whole conversation again before I fell asleep, and dreamt of warm big hands holding me.

The next morning, saying I was distracted was putting it mildly. I raced home from work as soon as it was my lunch break, saying something about a forgotten appointment to my boss. He had nodded without looking up, and I was gone before he could say a word.

The house was empty with my husband at work and the kids off to school. I had already showered and shaved that morning, but I wanted to look nice for today with Henry, even if all we did was go to the lake. I ran some conditioning oil through my hair to make my curls shine, and changed from my usual work clothes into a feminine floral short sundress. It had thin straps, and a little belt at the waist that tied into a bow in the back. It had a built in bra under a sweetheart neckline, and I didn't wear a thing underneath of it.

As I pulled a few curls from my half updo to frame my face, and really looked at myself. Henry said I looked innocent, and he loved that. I did have a round face, with rosy cheeks, a round nose, and deep dimples when I smiled. I was never conventionally pretty, I had bold features that did make me look younger, though the fine lines around my eyes definitely dated me. My reddish/brown curly hair was thick and fell past my shoulders, and this cream colored floral dress set off my tanned skin. Once I was satisfied, I texted him.

"I'm home, and ready when you are."

A few minutes went by and I contemplated making some tea, when he answered.

"Come on over, I'm out back."

Oh. So we're hanging out at his place. Sasha must be out, then. I dropped my bag on the table since I wouldn't be needing it over there, and headed out the back door.

Most of our gardens were dead or dying, since it was almost fall, but the flowers were still blooming beautifully. I walked through the gate over to their property, to find him on a blanket, with a lunch spread out on it, surrounded by his own wildflower garden. He looked so nervous sitting there, a thermos in one hand, a cup in the other. His cheeks were pink, and his face was carefully blank, but I didn't miss his mouth parting slightly when he saw me.

I smiled broadly at him. "A picnic?"

"Is that okay? It's a beautiful day, and I thought..."

"I love it." I stopped him, and gently sat down on the blanket next to him. "No one has ever taken me on a picnic before."

His eyes widened then, and his expression was one of shock. "Really? Ever?"

I shook my head. "Men don't take their girls on picnics anymore. Which is a shame. I always wanted to wear a pretty dress at a picnic with a pretty boy."

He blushed harder, and held the cup out to me. "Tea?"

I beamed. "Yes, please."

Our fingers barely brushed as he handed it to me, and our eyes locked, that electricity flowing between us again.

"You are in a pretty dress, and you are so beautiful." he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"And I'm with a pretty boy. It's only taken 25 years, but little me would be so proud right now." I laughed, and he blinked and smiled widely.

"There a lot of things I've never done that I have in the past two days, I guess it's the time for changes." he said, offering me a plate of cut fresh fruit.

"Speaking of changes..." I said slowly, picking up a piece of pineapple.

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "Yes. I... I wanted to ask. Or, that is, I'd like to say that..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. He started again. "I have feelings for you. Not just physical ones. I don't know what to do about it, because you're married, and I'm married for the time being."

He stopped abruptly. I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to be holding his breath, like he could barely get that out. I nodded.

"I do, too. Have feelings for you. I don't know what to do about it, but I know I've never felt such a strong connection to anyone, ever. I can't stop thinking about you. I think we should still... Wait. See what happens. See if it goes away, or wears off. Until then, I'm just enjoying this. Enjoying you. You make me really happy." I finished, holding his gaze.

"I agree." he said thickly. "I have strong feelings for you. And I've never known anything like it."

I reached forward to pick up a strawberry, and brought it to his lips. He opened them, and when he bit down, his lips just closed around my fingertips, which sent a shiver down my back. He took my hand and brought it between his own, his thumb stroking the back of it.

I reached a hand up to his face and gently stroked his soft beard, loving the texture under my finger tips. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"I love the way you touch me. It's so gentle. I crave it." he said, his hand sliding up my arm.

I got up on my knees then, and went around behind him. His eyes flew open. "What are you doing, are you uncomfortable?" he asked, reaching for me.

I shook my head, "I just wanted to massage you. If that's alright."

He nodded, and I slid my hands up his back to his shoulders. He let out an audible groan, and I began working the knots out of his muscled torso. He felt so good under my hands, I loved the lean solidness of him. I slowly worked up his back to his neck, and he breathed so deeply when I massaged his neck that I thought he had fallen asleep.

I hesitated before asking, "Can I massage your chest?"

His head turned, "My chest?"

"Mhmmm. I've always loved your chest." I said, leaning around him but still keeping my hands on his shoulders.

"Really? Well, of course you can." something like pride flashed in his eyes, "I had no idea you liked it."

My hands greedily slid down over the wall of muscle, kneading and feeling, smiling in satisfaction at finally being able to explore this part of him. Finally he laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, the smile never leaving my face as my hands trailed down his stomach.

"You. You're really enjoying this, aren't you? You're not doing this for me." He was grinning hugely at me.

I shrugged. "Bit of both, I think. I DO enjoy this, though. You feel so good."

He chuckled, and gently wrapped one hand around my ankle, sliding it up my leg to my bare thigh. "So do you, baby. I can't get enough of you."

I felt that hand stray higher. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, but I didn't stop my movements on his chest. I'd waited a long time for this. Suddenly his hand stilled at my hip, and slowly, so slowly, inched toward my aching pussy. His eyes were dark when he finally spoke again.

"Are you... Sweet girl. Are you not wearing anything under this dress?"

I shook my head, and gave him a devilish smile as my fingers gently traced his belt.

"Not a thing, honey."

His whole face darkened then, to a feral and slightly frighteningly serious expression. He raised up on his knees, scooped one hand under my legs, bracing my back with his other arm, and in one movement I was on my back on the blanket, looking up at him.

My dress had ridden up almost to my waist, and he pushed it the rest of the way up, spreading my thighs with a gentle nudge. I panicked slightly about having myself bared to the world, but we lived in the country, and we were the only people around for a few miles. He growled a deep sound of approval when he saw my bare pussy, entirely open for him. He admired the view for only a moment before devouring me.

"Mmm... I needed this." He groaned against me, the vibration of it making my toes curl. I gripped the blanket beneath me as his tongue explored, tasting my clit before moving south to my entrance, and pushing inside. He groaned again, his hands coming up to grab my hips and pull me closer to him.

I moaned and spread my thighs wider, needing more of him. I couldn't think as he gave me waves of pleasure. I could feel myself getting close, but I wanted more.

"Please... Please..." I begged shamelessly, my eyes half closed and staring at the top of his head.

He raised himself to look at me, one of his fingers circling my clit. "Please what, sweetheart?"

I raised my hips, seeking his hand. "Please fuck me." I said, almost a whimper as I felt my orgasm fading.

He shook his head. "I will. But this will have to do for now, baby."

He pushed two fingers inside, and I moaned with the fullness of him.

"Is that what you wanted, sweet girl? To be filled?" a third finger joined the first two. He was stretching me now, his other palm pushing down on my abdomen while his thumb rubbed my clit.

I nodded, and gripped his strong forearm as I climbed higher. I was so close, when he curled his fingers inside of me and started pushing up. My eyes flew open, and I all but screamed as my pussy gushed all over him and the blanket.

"Fuck..." he growled in approval. "So sexy..."

My eyes had rolled into the back of my head, and I couldn't focus on anything other than the rhythmic curling of his fingers deep inside of me. I was almost there, and my nails dug into the skin of his arm as I gushed again.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Let go, I've got you." he groaned and pushed down harder on my abdomen, and my orgasm shook me, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. He slowed and softly explored me, and after several minutes, the only sound around us was our heavy breathing, and nature.

I collapsed back on to the blanket, trying to catch my breath. He stretched out next to me, one hand coming up to tuck a curl behind my ear and cup my cheek.

"You are so beautiful." he said softly, that same genuine tone filling every syllable. "I could please you for hours, and never tire of it."

I relaxed into his warmth, enjoying the soft strokes of his fingers against my hot face. The sun was warm on my bare skin, the breeze drying between my legs. I felt so happy and content, and when I opened my eyes to look at him, his face was completely open and vulnerable.

"Thank you." I said gently, reaching up to comb my fingers through his gorgeous beard, the sun highlighting the handful of silver hairs spread throughout it. He is going to be one hell of a silver fox.