Beverly lay on the coarse dark masculine sheets, her legs spread wide, her lovers cock began to part the lips of her wet pussy in what had become an almost ritual of the night. Her mind was instead filled with thoughts of the afternoon, of lying on soft lavender sheets, scented with a hint of lavender, the soft skin of another woman next to her. A moment she had dreamed of, but never allowed her the luxury to steal just for herself.
Now I too am about to be taken by my lover, but choose to let myself dream of the afternoon. A chance I took one time, maybe not again, our bonds with another too strong. Your tender body was laying there wearing just a blouse, half still covering one side of your chest, the other fallen to the side exposing your breast topped by the brown skin of your nipple. My eyes feasted on what I saw, the shape, and the texture of your breast.
My tongue slid along the inside of your thigh, the aroma of your pussy filled my nose, then continued across that part of the pelvis that protrudes up, and then across your stomach just below the navel. I lingered and tasted the mixture of the wetness from my tongue and the beads of moisture that lay on your skin. It was good. The day was hot, but I could tell your passion was much hotter. This was different for you. Your lover just kisses your lips, your pussy, misses your clit too often, never spending enough time anywhere, then fills you with his cock long before you are ready.
My hand extended up along the front of you towards your chest; your breast wiggled as you moved a little. I touched your nipple and it turned from soft to hard. I love to think it had something to do with me, not just a natural response to just any touch. I heard you take a deep breath and your chest rose, and then you let it out in a big rush of air.
As I moved my face between your legs, I turned my body so your face was between mine. Rather than the so familiar balls and cock, you now saw and smelled something more like yourself. That smell you know from your fingers after you touch yourself as you do so often when your lover rolls over and goes to sleep, not even holding you in his arms. The look you see as you stand in front of the mirror before you dress in the morning, letting a finger slide through your folds of skin between you legs, your pussy, and your cunt. The raw words always excite you, but your lover never says them to you. Now you had a pussy, a cunt, just inches from your face, your lips, and your tongue. You wondered Ôwhat will it be like?Õ You had never experienced this and your mind raced.
My lips wrapped around your clit, and held it firmly as my tongue licked the end of it that extended into my mouth. Your body took over and you kissed me between the legs, no on my pussy. Your first pussy you told yourself. A gift you have given yourself.
As your mind came back to reality for just a moment, your lover is riding you, his cock now buried deep inside you and his grunts are harsh. You drive yourself back to the afternoon and remember how different it was.
Suddenly I woke and sat straight up.
"What's wrong Beth?"
"Oh Patricia, just a vivid dream. God was it nice."
"Tell me."
"Strange, but the details have almost vanished. Something about a woman spending a wonderful afternoon with a stranger, a woman who is married to a man, had never been with a woman, but wanted to."
"Was it you?"
"I don't think I was either woman. Kiss me and lets go back to sleep."
I lay next to her with my arm draped over her side, our lips almost touching. I could tell she was already asleep. Her breath blew gently on my face. The moonlight illuminated the part of her face around her lovely blue eyes. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. At our age, so many women had given up on finding that perfect love. Our time together had opened my eyes.
It had been a lovely day. You know, late spring, almost summer, mid 70's, and a clear sky. The boardwalk not very crowded yet today. As I leaned against a light pole, a few couples walked by holding hands, others carrying a cup of morning coffee or a newspaper. Some made an occasional glance my way; something I'd become accustom to since I'd lost much of my leg years ago. I didn't mind, either having one leg, or the stares. I still liked showing off my looks, something I'd not lost. Had a cropped top over my bathing suit top, the bottoms were those skimpy bottoms with the tiny legs, the kind that look like Hanes Hipster panties. Love that look. What remained of my left leg was exposed for God and everyone to see. It was just a part of me.
I moved to another pole, this one across from a Starbucks, lots of foot traffic, better people watching. Loved to look at some of the people around here; the woman in a thong with very little covering her shapely breasts, the top barely able to support them; the guy with a washboard abs and a nice package between his legs pressing against his cut offs. Everywhere there was plenty of fodder for tonight's masturbation. I just stood and watched.
"Need a good fuck?"
I just glared at the guy in front of me. "Why? You got a pussy between your legs?" He muttered something and walked off.
A nice looking woman in a more conservative bathing suit leaned over to put a tray on the table. A breast almost popped out, most of the flesh was now exposed. Not bothering to push it back in, she sat down and took a sip of coffee, then a bite of her pastry. I just watched. As expected, someone, looking almost like he could have been a lifeguard, sat next to her and held her hand. Many of the fine ones are often taken, at least for a while. My other rule is if she doesn't look good from the back, she won't look better from the front.
The day was getting hot and I walked the few blocks home.
I flopped onto the couch. The cold Corona from the fridge I was sucking on sure hit the spot. With an empty bottle now on the table in front of the couch, I drifted off to sleep.
"Your tongue against my large clit puts me into orbit baby."
"I love the way you taste. I could live off this yummy wetness of yours."
I tossed and turned, and realized I had been dreaming again. I closed my eyes and let the nice warm ocean breeze from the open window blow past me.
"Oh Kevin, fill my pussy with your huge cock. Split me wide open. Oh baby ... like that."
"I know how you love the feel of my cock. You're so tight. I love the way that feels."
"Yeah baby. Pump my cunt full with your white-hot cream. Fill me ... yeah like that."
I looked around. It had been just another fucking dream, another dream of fucking. I even had both legs. I always have both legs in my dreams. I don't know where the guys come from.
The sun was setting as I changed into my cutoff jeans, and then walked back to the boardwalk for dinner. As my bare foot swung between my crutches, I sometimes dragged it in the sand that had drifted over parts of the sidewalk. I wiggled my toes. The sand, still warm from the day, felt good.
'Burgers and More' was a place that was much nicer than it sounds, maybe one of the best along this part of the boardwalk. I found myself eating here a few times each week. Nice staff, nice environment, good food, plus tables inside and on the boardwalk. There was a single vacant table for two outside. I sat down and leaned my crutches against the building.
"Hey Beth! Looks like you won the last table out here."
"My lucky day. And in your section too!"
"Your usual?" she leaned over, letting me see all the way to her navel, nice boobs, no bra either, and whispered "I'll try to sneak it in ahead of the others."
"You're sweet."
Susan really was sweet too. I sometimes lusted after her body. She could cuddle up to me any old night. She was married to a loser and I knew she'd never leave him. As she walked away, I leaned my head on my palm, and watched a volleyball game near the waters edge. The surf was coming in and the waves were already starting to wash the edge lines of the court away.
Susan put my Corona on the table.
I looked up. "Guess I'll have to do a few extra sit ups tonight."
"Oh Beth. You crack me up. You'll never be fat." She slapped her stomach with the palm of her hand and laughed.
"Hey, if you get tired of Matt, let me know."
"I'll remember that Beth. May take you up on the offer sooner than you think."
The water looked like it should boil as the sun just touched it. I loved the next few minutes of the sunset.
"Mind if I join you?"
I looked up to see a lovely woman with a beer in her hand.
"This seems to be last chair outside."
"Not a problem. Specially since you have a Corona in your hand." I held mine up a few inches.
"Some say it is a Bud in a nice bottle, but I like it."
"I'm Beth."
"Patricia. Crutches?"
"Have one leg. It's good though."
I studied Patricia's features. Her blue eyes, lovely blue eyes, blue like the ocean; were just the way I like them. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail tucked through the back of her baseball hat. Her nice hands ended with pretty fingers.
