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Day two at the beach
I began to dream, I was walking alone when Sally came up and kissed me; we walked together holding hands. Suddenly, Sally left me and Jill came and kissed me; then, we walked together, hand in hand. Just as suddenly as Jill appeared, she was gone and I was alone again. The path I was on which I was walking turned into a beautiful meadow with a small pond. When I got to the pond, Stan, Jill and Sally were skinny-dipping. They motioned for me to come in, but I did not feel like swimming, so I just took my clothes off and lay down by the pond.
I was lying there when someone began to suck my cock. I raised my head and saw Sally, with her lips around my hard cock. I put my head back down and enjoyed the blowjob I was receiving.
“Oh l, Sally,” I said to her in my dream.
When I raised my head again, it was Jill who was sucking my cock and Sally was nowhere to be seen. “Jill that’s good.” Jill was deep-throating me and I was getting ready to come. When I woke up, Jill sucking my cock. She smiled when she saw I was awake. She could tell I was ready to explode in her mouth. She increased the tempo of her blowjob and within a few seconds I shoat stream after stream of hot cum in that pretty mouth of hers.
She waited until I was over my orgasm before she asked me “Were you dreaming? You called out Sally’s name as well as mine and you seemed to be kissing someone. It must have been a sexy dream; you were so hard before I even started sucking you.”
I told her of my dream and we both laughed. “I am not sure what it means, but it sure was sexy.” I told her. “By the way, Jill, I like your wake up call. You can get me up that way anytime.”
Jill laughed at my pun. “You are welcome, I enjoyed it too. I love giving head as much as I enjoy receiving it. Today is your day. You were so wonderful to me yesterday, so I decided to return the favor. I intend to keep you in a constant state of arousal, with a few get togethers throughout the day. Let’s get breakfast and then go to some of the shops we saw in town. I want to see if there is anything there for our house. Plus, we should get gifts for Stan and Sandy. In the afternoon we can hit the beach, I want to be tanned when I walk down the aisle in three weeks.”
“I like your thinking,” I replied. “We need to shower and wash all the smells of sex off of us. Do you want to shower together?”
“Not now, when we come back from the beach, I’ll take you up on that offer. Let me go first.” Jill then went into the bathroom. In a few minutes later she came out with a towel wrapped around her. “Your turn,” she said.
Just as I entered the bathroom, she called my name. As I turned to see what she wanted, she dropped the towel and did a sexy dance. Her tits bounced up and down and she moved her hips and ass like a stripper. “Just something for you to think about when you are taking your shower.” She turned her back and began to get dressed.
Jill was already dressed in shorts and a tee shirt when I got out of the shower. “Hey, Jill,” I called, “How about this?” When she turned around, I dropped my towel and did a sexy dance for her, moving my hips and bouncing up and down. “What do you think of this?” I asked.
Jill laughed, “If you think that thing bouncing up and down is supposed to turn me on, you’re crazy. In fact, if you don’t stop soon, you could hurt yourself. However, turn around, I want to see that tight ass of yours. Now that will turn me on.”
I danced, with my back to her, showing her my ass and wiggling my hips. After a few seconds, I heard Jill laugh. “Don’t quit your day job,” she said out to me. “Get dressed, I want to get to the shops before they get crowded. We will have enough time to do that later.”
After breakfast we went to the artists’ and crafts’ shops. I must admit; I had fun with Jill. We walked together holding hands or arm in arm through all the shops. We bought a painting and two photographs for the house. The painting was a beautiful landscape of a meadow, filled with wild flowers and a pond. It was pretty and the colors in the painting matched the color scheme of our house. Jill told me she had to have the painting to remind her of my dream.
However, the photographs caught both of our attention. We both knew we had to have them as soon as we saw them. The first one consisted of four children, two boys and two girls, taken from behind them. You could not see their faces, but it appeared they were around seven or eight years old. The boys were taller, so they were probably older than the girls. They were arranged in couples. The boys had their arms around the girl’s waists and each girl had her head on the boy’s shoulder. They were standing on the porch of an older house, looking out onto the street and the neighborhood.
The second photograph was of the same four children, but in this photograph they were playing together. They were laughing and their faces showed how happy they were together. The rest of the world was around them, but they were content to play together.
Looking at the two pictures, I felt goose bumps and the hair on the back of my neck stand out. I looked at Jill and saw tears in her eyes. We looked at each other and both said together, “I want those!” We both chuckled at our oneness.
“We must be meant for each other,” Jill said. “We even think alike.”
“I know,” I replied. “Those photographs sum up our situation. We have to buy them.” Jill nodded her head in approval of my statement. “We should get the photographer’s name and address, he may have more pictures of the children playing together”
“That’s a good idea,” replied Jill. “We can all go to see his photographs. I am sure Stan and Sally will like these as much as we do.”
We got the photographer’s information from the owner of the shop. The photographer did not live too far from us. He lived with his wife and sister. They had a studio set up in their house. The owner thought the photographer might have more of the four children playing.
On the short walk to our motel, Jill and I talked about those photographs. How much they meant to us and how the photographs made us feel closer. It was as if it were Stan, Jill, Sally and I in the photos.
When we got to the motel, I went to the car to put our purchase in the trunk, while Jill went up to our room to change. Jill was already dressed when I entered the room. She wore a tee shirt and shorts.