The storm that hit Hawaii had been the result of an underwater volcano erupting. Hawaii was building another island. The heated water from which evaporated into a storm front already developing creating a more powerful storm. Only she had dreamed the whole thing or did she?
She had awakened in her bed to her husband's voice. This confused her because she had been rescued from the storm by a stranger living in a light house down the beach, a stranger she had eventually slept with...several blissful times. The memory of the dream was as real as if it had just happened including the warmth of his cum exploding inside her, which, even now seemed to linger. Rick her husband handed her a coffee when she woke dazed and confused. Had it all been just a dream? The details she remembered were far too vivid to be merely a dream, yet here she was in their vacation house miles from where she remembered being just moments before.
But then she remembered, walking to the light house the day before only to be awakened by her husband after having fallen to sleep in her lounge. That also had been a very vivid dream. Again here she was wondering if it had been a dream or not? Sensing her need to be alone Rick moved out of the room and turned out the light so she could rest. She did not sleep but instead began to wonder what was going on before her thoughts began to dwell on Greg the man she was planning to have an affair with, rather had already begun an affair with if she counted their time on the pier and the fabulous orgasm she'd had at his hands. They had not slept together or fucked... "yet" she reminded herself.
He was waiting back home for her to return so that they could 'talk'. Laurie smirked knowing full well what their talk would lead to. Not a twinge of guilt or regret surfaced knowing that she would give herself to him without question or hesitation. Only she would not be asking her husband for permission or announce the fact that she intended to cheat on him. No, this was going to be her secret, hers and Greg's. The storm then distracted her as the wind and rain increased severely. It sounded bad, dangerously severe and the wind was rattling the windows and causing the house to shudder as gusts threatened to tear the roof off.
Walking to the front porch where her husband said he'd found her, she watched the tide splash against the seawall which was now very nearly submerged. The beach she remembered walking on was underwater. Up the coast she saw the flash of light. A few seconds later another flash...and another. The heavy rain prevented her from seeing anything but the flashing light off in the distance. Was that her mysterious light house? Was her dream lover still there or was he just some figment of her imagination or an expression of her longing for Greg?
Try as she might the idea that it was merely a dream would not register. She could not accept that. Something had happened...the orgasms she'd had, the taste of his cum...the heat of his shaft pulsing deep within her body...were far, far too real to be just a dream. Yet, here she stood, in a robe she remembered being given by the man in her dream...no...not a dream...a...a...what?
She felt the soft terry cloth running her hands over the embroidered light house. She had never bought such a robe...and her husband would not be this tasteful. His idea of a robe would have been some plaid eye sore and certainly nothing as luxurious as this.
With that thought an acid wave of disgust for her cheap, fat...pig husband crashed over her reminding her why she had been seeking an affair. Greg was not someone she had intended to be with initially...but as time and their relationship grew...her desire for him grew. This culminated in an unscheduled, unplanned ignition of their mutual lust one night after a dinner meeting and drinks on a public pier.
Dizziness forced her back to the bedroom and under the sheets...where she let the clear memory of her recent experiences take her as she collapsed into a deep sleep. But her dream lover did not return nor did the light house.
The remainder of their vacation was pleasant while tame. The storm had done a great deal of damage to the island but luckily had not ruined their vacation. What irritation she'd had for her husband eased up somewhat with Greg's touch to look forward to. The idea of being alone with him and fucking his brains out was a nice distraction from the irritating asshole husband snoring on his chase lounge, God how he pissed her off.
Laurie did not venture passed the beach outside their rental cottage for the remainder of her trip. Her heart simply couldn't take the idea that it was all a dream. She wanted to hold onto something and remember her vacation time fling with a stranger in a lighthouse in a storm.
On the flight home she let her thoughts dwell on Greg and their first planned meeting and the talk he'd promised they'd have. She'd sent him a text from the plane an hour before they landed.
Laurie: Headed home...landing in one hour, he texted her back almost instantly.
Greg: 'Hey...how was your trip? Heard about a nasty hurricane that hit Hawaii were you in it?'
Laurie: Yeah, got caught on the beach. It was a weird storm really. Came on suddenly and really did some damage. I was afraid that the roof of our cottage would come off.
Greg: Wow!! Seriously? Hope you are ok.
Laurie: It certainly gave me time to think...about us. ;)
Greg: And?
Laurie: I'm looking forward to 'talking' with you...(hint) I want to do more than just talk.
Greg: I'm so glad. So you are ok with our being friends with benefits? I don't want us to be superficial...but I need to keep it off the radar.
Laurie: Yes, I am VERY much into being friends with benefits...you have no idea how hard it was for me not to turn around that night and run up to your hotel room and fuck your brains out.;)
Greg: I know...I wanted that to... soo bad. But had you turned around I was already gone. I couldn't stay there knowing that you could have been there with me...fucking my brains out.
Laurie: Ok...so why did we wait?
Greg: I wanted to make sure you wanted this as much as I do. That and I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you.
Laurie: It isn't taking advantage if it is something I want to. Had that woman not said anything...you'd have had me right then and there...all of me...no regrets. I don't want to wait any longer. Can I see you tonight?
Greg: I'm already in town and have a hotel room. The La Quinta Inn down the street from your house; I figured you could 'take a walk' and meet me here. I got a room with a nice view. I can see your house from here. I couldn't wait...so I had my secretary check on your flight. Once I knew you were on the plane and heading home I booked a room and drove up.
Laurie's pulse quickened and her face flushed with excitement and as well as fear. Nowhere was there any doubt that she would meet him. Nor was there any doubt that she would, she smiled, fuck his brains out...a few blocks from where her husband would be either sleeping or watching television.
Laurie: Let me be clear...I am coming to you this evening and it isn't to 'talk.' One thing I want is for you to fuck me...while I am looking at my house. I want to feel you inside me as my husband sit's and watches television. Not really sure why...but that is something that I do want.
Greg: I understand that...more than you know.
Laurie: I want to please you in more ways that just the one. I'm not very good at sucking cock...but I want to for you. Don't ask why but I want to do that for you. I want to get good at it...for you. Is that weird?
Greg: No not weird at all. I was hoping we would get to that because I love that...However, I also like to reciprocate...a lot...that is if you don't mind me doing that to you.
Laurie was getting dizzy. He had forgotten about the reverse roll in that activity. It had been so long since she'd had that done that she'd actually forgotten about the pleasure she once enjoyed from it.
She replied with her fingers shaking like they hadn't done in a long time.
Laurie: I would love that...in both ways. God...I wish this plane would land. The drive home is going to be insane. I can't wait...I can't wait...I can't wait.
Greg: Neither can I. I want you so badly.
Laurie: I want you to...more than you can possibly know. We will have plenty of time. I'll just say I'm going out to meet someone. I won't be lying...will I?
Greg: No, I guess not. Hurry and make that plane land. How do you want me to greet you tonight? Clothes on...off...what?
The question made her think. She'd been thinking of him wearing his towel at the gym that day she'd seen him. It was the image she most often imagined when masturbating. The orgasms she'd had with that image in her mind were mind blowing.
Laurie: I want you wearing only a towel. I want to unwrap my present...but I don't want to work too hard either. God how I want you!! Can you send me a picture of you in your towel? Please.
Greg: Give me a few minutes...It'll be something to get you going.
In less than a minute he'd sent her a selfie...only he was wearing jeans and a shirt. A few minutes later he sent her a picture of himself in a towel as requested. Standing in front of a mirror in a bathroom in all his glory making her heart nearly stop. With her heart beating savagely she replied to the picture as her eyes fixated on the sausage like protrusion underneath.
Her mouth went dry...as she saw a hint of what awaited her. Oh my god!! She thought as her lust exploded. His physique didn't hurt either. A flat taught stomach...six pack abs...and his obliques...running down into his towel...terminating at the base of the monster hidden underneath it.
Laurie: Oh God!
Greg: You like?
