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The Weekend Dream

The Rendezvous


“These corner bars are all the same.” You say to yourself. The smell of over powering scent of cigarettes is about to make you gag. The latest rendition of Achy Breaky Heart has been sung at the Karaoke stand. The DJ’s sign off for the night and begin packing up. You sit at the bar after talking to your girlfriend. She is over at a table with a young man she “thinks has a nice ass”. You sit sipping on your dreamsicle mixed drink. You have promised to be the designated driver. So the idea of slowly sipping your one alcoholic drink works well. You sit at the end of the bar farthest from the door. The crowd slowly begins filtering out of the establishment. As the crowd thins you see him sitting at the other end. “What the hell is he doing here?” you think. He is an old boyfriend of yours. Not in a place you would expect him to be, not at least this bar. He sees you and notices you looking. He turns his eyes away. The brief look tells you that he isn’t here for the performances or the ambience. You have seen those eyes of his before. Those eyes aren’t good. They tell you he is holding something in, something hurtful. You see he has ordered himself another round of beer. He gives something extra to the bartender. The bartender works his way down the patrons at the bar and arrives in front of you. He places a glass of Pepsi in front of you. “I didn’t order this.” You tell him. “Its from the guy at the other end of the bar. Something about a hello to an old friend.” The bartender tells you. You look back and see him not looking at you, but at the baseball game on the television.

Your girlfriend comes back to you and tells you she think she has found Mr. Right, or at least Mr. tonight. You chuckle at her. This isn’t the first time and won’t be the last. You aren’t looking for Mr. Whatever tonight. It doesn’t help that you now have an ex at the other end of the bar. You finish the dreamsicle and hit the Pepsi. Not turning down a perfectly good free drink. You watch your girlfriend and her chosen paramour for the night depart. As she exits she winks back to you and points to your ex sitting at them bar. She will be ok; she is a big girl and needed someone you think. Why is the sight of him at the end of the bar so upsetting. It wasn’t like you both parted on bad terms. He just seemed to disappear. That’s how you knew those eyes. Seeing them before. As you try not to focus on him, the crowd gets thinner. Only about 4 more people in the bar, including him. You decide at the end of this glass you are going home. You need to get home at take care of yourself. You are lost in thoughts when suddenly a bottle is set next to you. The half drunken beer is there and so is his hand attached to it. “Is this chair taken miss?” He asks. “It is now by you. Been a long time.” You state. “Yes it has.” He replies. “How are you doing tonight?” he asks. You tell him you are well. He replies to your inquiry with a typical response from him “I’m alive”. You know this is his way of not saying anything. As you both continue to talk, you find he hasn’t been having the best of luck in life. You want to tell him how you feel but can’t. You know it may not be the best for either of you. Fate has not been kind and may never be. But you get him to do something that looks like its been awhile for his face, he cracks a smile. The warmth in his voice returns to where you knew it before.

The two of you continue talking more not noticing the time. The bartender hands him the key. The bartender says thanks for locking up for me to your friend and leaves. He then springs up, draw the shades on the one window and kills some of the lights. He then walks over to an old jukebox that you heard never worked and warn him. He returns you warning with a smile and a wink. He asks if you would like to dance. Stunned by everything that has transpired tonight you give in. The tables have been cleared for a small dance area for just he two of you. Then the jukebox kicks in with a Lone piano. You embrace each other as the song begins. He draws you closer, hands about your hips. You like the feel of those hands. You think especially when those hands roam around on you. You recognize the song as he lightly sings the words, badly but not horribly “I know your plans don’t include me, still here we are. Both us lonely. Longing for shelter, from all that we see.” You giggle slightly as he smiles wider. You both continue the slow dance together. Drawing as close to each other as you can. He continues to look in your eyes and yours to his. A spark has been re-ignited again, light the embers of campfire. Then both your lips touch. The fire is more real than you could imagine. The lips part and your tongues continue the dance that your bodies are engaged in. Those hands begin to roam up your body. Yours roam down his. The dance continues. Your mouths separate only for air, then engage again in passionate kissing. You feel his member getting harder as it presses thru his jeans against you. The warmth of your own is already in full gear. His hands over your breasts, even through your clothing, still delivers that wet feeling to you. You think to yourself “got to get these panties off and his tighty whities off too” The song ends. Both of you slightly out of breathe. He asks if you would like to go someplace more private. You slide you hand of his jeans and smile. You both agree on his apartment. His place is closer and is a rarity for a night-time visit. Maybe we can do breakfast you think. You leave your car parked in a safe spot near the bar. He guides you into his van. The ride is only 10 minutes but feels like an eternity. You hold hands as he drives. You see his pants are still bulging. Your panties under this denim skirt are becoming very uncomfortable with wetness.

Arriving at his apartment, you remember it well. The downstairs was cooler than the upstairs. Your shared passion would be warming up that downstairs soon enough. Just inside the door, he grabs you with an excitement you haven’t seen from him ever. You return the fury and both begin shedding clothing like it is on fire. You both stand naked in the hall, using your hands to explore each other. His hands glide over your breasts, pinching your nipples. Then than move down to your pubic area and over the trimmed hair. He then finds your wet vaginal entry with its swollen clit. He works his finger on your clit. That breaks open the flood gates. You slowly stroke his cock that is very hard and poking you, just not in the right place.

He turns and guides you down a set of stairs. You enter the bedroom and decide you to take charge some. You push back onto the bed. He lies there with his member at attention. Time to make him curl his toes. You proceed to slide your lips along the head of his cock. Slowly you use your tongue and lick all along the hard throbbing shaft like it is a lollipop. While you tongue works you can tell with his movements that he is enjoying this. You know you will get him give you as much in just a few minutes. Your lips then lock in a seal around the cock and begin sliding up and down. The occasional “oh baby” and moans escape his lips. As the sucking continues you sense he is close. Time for more fun, time to ride his nice hard cock. As you break the cock seal with a popping sound. He knows you are ready to ride. He grabs for your hands but you move them so as to use one to make sure his cock gets into you nice and deep. Just like you want it. The head of his cock breaks through you pussy lips and now slides very easily in. You feel your moisture release and make another seal on his cock, only this time with your vaginal lips. Your body is steadied on his, as he clamps onto one of your breasts first with his mouth. He suckles both evenly as you not only slide up and down his shaft but rock forward to back, forcing his cock to slam into your clit. He lays back making sure that you get maximum depth of his cock. Occasionally he thrusts up in unison with you. His hands are now on your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples. The extra pain sends you both to the edge. You feel is cock in you twitch and turn. He yells that he is cumming for you. Good you think because I want to cum again and am almost there. You feel his first bursts of hot cum fire into you and then his cock continue to pump. You tighten around his cock and add your own juices to his. Sweat drips from you onto his chest.

He stays inside you as long as he can. You dismount him so to clean up some. After some giggling and cleaning you both return to his bed naked. With tired arms you embrace and cuddle asleep together. Darkness takes over as you think. Maybe he can have me for breakfast.


Breakfast


Your mind has been filled with erotically wild dreams. They run the gambit from on the beach with a country music star named Kenny to the rustic cabin in the woods with an old ex flame. The comforter feels soft against your flesh. Your feel though that something is out of place. You cover your full luscious breasts just to be safe and open your eyes. Then the mind awakens. This is not your bedroom. The large window behind you confirms it. This is the bedroom of your ex. You look and see the alarm clock reads 7:47 in bright red numbers.

The sleeping body next to you confirms that you are at you ex’s home, in his bedroom. Your mind starts cataloging the night and you smile warmly. Lifting the covers his body facing yours, you smile even more. You see that his “morning wood” is already there. You slowly caress his arms feeling the hairs slowly move. He grunts and groans some, moving a bit making is member flop a bit but still erect. “I wonder if he is thinking about me?” you ask yourself. You let your fingers lightly walk down his stomach, brushing against his member. You cuddle it in your hand. You think this would be a good way to wake him up.

His hand comes up and surprises you by moving to your bare ass and slowly stroking the skin. “Morning sexy” he says to you. You see his eyes open wide. This time they don’t show any pain. His blue eyes show a peacefulness you hadn’t seen before. “Morning yourself my human fucking furnace” you giggle to him. His reply is a playful slap on the ass. “Now Now” you hint at him with a bit firmer squeeze of his cock. “You owe me breakfast.” “So I do indeed. Might be a tad hungry now.” He rumbles back. Pushing him up over top of you he throws the comforter off exposing both your naked bodies. This causes a loss of grip but you like as he now positions his body over yours. You begin a slight wrestling but he is on top of you and has your wrists pinned to the bed. You feel him spread you legs and slowly just brush his hard cock against your lower lips. “I win.” He laughs. “Because I let you” you smile back. You notice the pressure isn’t hard on the wrists, but the cock against your vaginal lips is driving you nuts.

The smile of his face is wider than usual. He then decides to give you a deep wet kiss. The passion you can feel is growing again. A thought crosses your mind “god we were good at this.” Your tongues dance like two snakes, twisting and turning together, driven by passion. His mouth disconnects from yours and kisses your neck. Blowing on your ear he whispers lightly to you. “Maybe I am thirsty this morning.” The mind races at speeds not known to his words. Then you feel his lips move down your body. He kisses down your chest, thru the folds of your breasts. The mouth curls back around your breasts. His hot breathe hovers over your nipples, making them harder. He kisses each one, slightly sucking them in the kiss. Then, the tip of his tongue runs down your stomach like an express train and heads for you the folds of your legs. You spread wider as his tongue reaches your pubic hairs. Deftly he kisses them and moves to you pubic region. His breathe on your vaginal lips is driving you over the edge.

When you can seem to stand no more of the kisses close to your lips and tongue brushing them he then moves in quickly. His tongue parts the folds of your lips. He begins exploring your vaginal walls with his tongue. Probing more gently then that big cock but just as pleasurable. Your body arches in a sensation of pleasure that you haven’t felt in some time. You feel his mouth sucking on your hard swollen clit. As he continues to suck in a sensual rhythm his tongue goes from probing in a sliding motion to feeling like he is all over opening. He licks you constantly, almost like he is collecting every juice that you let out of your pussy. You grab for his head and dig into grab hair. Unfortunately he doesn’t have much hair so you grab the sheets. You arch away in extreme pleasure. He is able to keep his mouth in touch with your clit until you feel your body twitch and begin to release. You moan in pleasure and you feel his mouth pull away as your body twitches and quivers to an end of the orgasm.

“I just wanted to see of you tasted the same.” He laughs. “I guess you do. Maybe a bit sweeter.” “You are such a dork.” You pronounce with a slight push of his head. Then you look at him again. You remember his touch but it feels different. You can’t place it but it’s just different. He asks you if you want real breakfast and maybe could come back and collect some things. “Sure but I get to return the favor first,” you grin at him. Before he can argue, you grab his cock and begin sucking the head. You feel his member twitch in your mouth. It helps your taste is still on his cock. You suck the head like a thick milkshake straw. Using your hand to pump his cock occasionally and sucking with a good rhythm you feel his toes curl. You also taste the pre cum shooting from his cock, knowing fully well he is about to cum. You slowly withdraw from his member and with a good pump feel him shoot his load all over him. You smile at him and see his eyes closed. “Yes darling, you can still suck start an F-15.” He snickers.

A brief cleaning up of the fluids and you both lay cuddling on the bed. You are lost in your thoughts and he in his. You know he is thinking. Those eyes always give him away. “Ok really, I am hungry. I didn’t eat much last night.” “Ok, will be right back” he says. Jumping up and getting his shorts and a t-shirt on he runs out the door. You look around and think to yourself about how it would be if you two were together again, but it’s not the best idea, maybe. He returns with something but heads upstairs. You start to head up but he yells for you to stay down stairs. In a few minutes he comes back down, naked as the day he was born, with a plate of pancakes on a tray with orange juice and a rose. “I have never had the chance to do this for you so I decided to try.” He smiles. “Besides, I still have to help the lady properly clean afterward.” Puzzled you look at him and smile. “What is he thinking?”

You both are talking and laughing over an impromptu breakfast in bed. Your pancakes are really good. They also are filling, giving you more energy for later activity you think. You finish the glass of orange juice with a smile. He smiles back, finishing his cup of coffee. You love the smell of it, but it is toxic to your lips as far as taste. You ask where did he get this whipped up so fast? He tells you about a favorite diner down the street. He called in the order on his cell phone while driving there. He piles the plates on the tray and says he will be right back. You watch him leave and head up the stairs. He doesn’t have much of a butt, but its cute when it wiggles. You throw your body back on the bed. “What did I do to deserve this?” you ask yourself quietly. “He has never done any of this before.” While awaiting his return one of his pet cats comes up and begs for attention. You pet the cute little feline and he responds with a purr. His fur feels very soft to the touch. The cat becomes a bit playful and draws your attention. You move to lie on your side to continue the play. While you play thoughts swirl thru your head. This can’t be real. The thought of pinching yourself sounds appealing. Then suddenly, you feel a pinch on your butt. As you flip around he stands there smiling, his hand caught in the proverbial cookie, or in this case, his fingers pinching your butt. “That is my butt thank you.” You smirk back at him. “ And what a lovely butt it is. Then again it is also attached to a lovely lady.” He fires back. He then tells you he did that to scare Spunky, the cat, away for a few minutes. In your best Scarlet O’Hara impersonation, had to forehead “Oh my sir, are you going to ravage me again.” The smile on your face is wide as can be. “Perish the thought, Ms.” He plays along “There will be time for that though soon. But first, must help the lady properly attire and wash.” He holds out his hand in a gentlemanly manner and upon grasping your hand, pulls you from the bed. He guides you short distance to the bathroom. He steps back out to acquire 3 towels. You decide to beat him to the shower by turning on the water and setting the temperature. He pulls the curtain back for both of you step into the shower. You grimace some since your own beauty aids aren’t here, but then again this whole day feels like a dream.

You start washing the water through your hair, getting moist for a good shampooing, when you feel his hands grasp your body. The touch of his hands make your clit throb and your lips moisten. His hands lathered with soap begin running all over your body. He says he couldn’t help himself. This seems to put your thighs into a slight shiver. You feel his semi-rigid member cradling in the crevice of your butt. Slightly moving as he works his soapy hands on your body. The up and down motion of his cock along your backside is titillating. His hands run along your thighs first then up your stomach. Lathering your skin as he goes along, then working up to your full breasts. You know he will cup them in his hands and play to his heart’s content, not that you mind at all. He starts to cup them and lather them up also. “Didn’t know getting me dirty was part of cleaning?” you say to him. “No, but its a lot more fun.” He replies back. He then moves his hands to your back and applies the soap to your back. The pressure forces your body forward with hands spread against the wall. “Interesting position” you think, with your feet spread slightly. Those hands start at your shoulders, giving them a slight massage. The hot water beating down helps also, but the pressure takes it over the top. Working down your shoulder blades, to your hips and then along your butt. The hands slide around forward to your pubes and through the tuft of hair, just lightly touching the swollen clit. “You are a bad, bad boy.” SMACK with a wet slap on your ass. “Indeed, as you’re a bad girl that needs a good spanking.” He laughs, as the soap slowly washes off. He lets the water wash away the rest of the soap and is working on his own body when you snag the bar from him. “My turn.” You hungrily tell him. “Far be it from me to deny a lady’s request.” He smiles back to you. “Though you like to wash your hair now, don’t you?” You reply that you will, but you want to make sure he gets the same teasing, err cleaning.

You lather your hands up with the bar soap he uses. “Have to teach him to use body wash soap someday.” This is the thought that flashes through your mind, as you begin rubbing the soap into his chest. He has more hair than you normally like, and not a vision of Adonis, but you seem him close his eyes, enjoying your machinations. Running you hands up his shoulders and down the arms, you notice his cock is VERY hard and standing out at attention. You continue running soap all over the front of his body. Carefully avoiding the hard cock with your hand but brushing against it occasionally. This draws a moan or two from him. He turns around at your request soap up his back. Starting at the shoulder blades and working down, like his was except a bit slower, to his butt. Which you pat a few times to repay the smack earlier. You announce to him that you are all done, looking a bit let down he begins to rinse off. Time to surprise him some. While the water rinses away the soap, you decide to use your mouth to make sure he has scrubbed his cock clean. You grasp his very tight ball sack in your hand, cupping it and not to squeeze too hard. Your hungry lips slide up and down his rigid shaft. He lets out moans of pleasure. He now gets back his surprise. You continue to work the member up and down through you mouth. Even making a lip locked sound as you let go of the head of his cock.

You stand to see him just open his eyes. It’s those damn eyes again. This time they have a hungry look to them. Like he wants to devour you in erotic blissfulness. The water cascades over you both, he reaches his fingers and slides easily into your warm opening. “Mmmmm, I see you are a bit damp there as well. “What are you going to do about that?” you challenge to him. With those words, and with a unique grace for a shower, he spins you side ways and back so the water is hitting your side and pins you against the wall of the shower. You think this could be a lot of fun. His hands clamp your wrists together, above your head. He then slides his cock deep into you with ease. He begins kissing your with a desire he hasn’t shown to you in a long time. You return the kisses with an equal hunger. You feel the hairs of his chest slide with water against your breasts. He actually is thrusting hard enough to lift you some. “Damn his cock feels so good, I hope he doesn’t rip me apart.” The juices from your pussy pour out like the water in the shower. Finally you feel your muscles tighten and release as you climax and let out and orgasm. His tongue still buried in your mouth. He releases some for you to let out your moan as he lets go of your wrists, and holds you up. He pumps you more until his cock explodes again and you feel the warmness flow in you, then out of you. He kisses you passionately again. You both have a somewhat tired yet happy look on your faces. He slides out of you and you both giggle. Both of you quickly redo the shower some as you both have “soiled” some and the water is starting to get cold. He steps out first allowing “his lady” to finish her hair.

You finish up and shut the water down. You move the curtain back to seem him there in his sleep shorts and with a towel outspread. He wraps you in it, and helps dry you off. You ask him to stop, so backs up and waits with a towel for your hair. When you are ready he hands it to you and steps out of the bathroom. You finish and walk to the bedroom. You see the time is now around noon. He has taken your worn clothes and laid them out like new on the bed. You hear him come down the stairs and with a grin on his face. He asks what you had planned for this lovely Saturday afternoon. You tell him a fictional meeting with Kenny but other than that a big pile of laundry. He asks then if he would be so bold as to invite you get out of town for the night. “Hotel and the works” he says. You think about quite a bit. Would going along send the wrong message? Maybe time changes things? You decide to say yes, but a stop for an overnight bag is required. He smiles and begins working on one of his own as you talk. He seems to be different, but the same. You ask him where you are going; he tells you that you will find out when you get there. Another surprise and more adventure. This weekend could end up in a story you think.

The Road Trip

After getting his overnight bag packed, he decides to pick on you some as you attempt to dress. The occasional nipple pinch or caressing of thighs startles you some. “Keep this up and we may never get out of here.” You smirk at him. “That may not be such a bad thing” he replies. “Too late, you promised already” you tell him. He replies to you without words but with a bow. You smile at his playfulness. He then allows you to finish dressing and grabs his overnight bag. He motions for your hand gentlemanly fashion and asks if he may escort the lady to her “motorized chariot”. You respond with a mock English accent “oh please sir.” He leads you back out of the house into brightness of the sunshine. You ask about the cats, he tells you he has already provided for them. Your mind wonders as he opens the van’s door and helps in, then closes it behind you. He opens the back doors of the van and throws his bag in the vehicle and yells to you “no trying on the door”. You snicker knowing he is talking about you opening his door as he comes around the van. He gets in and asks you if it’s still the same house he remembered. You tell him it is, and he begins to pull away from his home. In minutes he is winding his way back to the bar. He figures you want to pick up your car before heading home. You tell him no need, as your girlfriend left you a voicemail about picking up your van. You don’t tell the voicemail included a “way to go girl” in the message. On that note, he turns and winds back towards the freeway. The next destination is your house.

He pulls his van up in front of your house. You ask him to wait. It won’t be long, just a few minutes. Walking up the drive you see your van parked. You now feel reassured that everything is ok. The door unlocks as normal and you head for your bedroom. You think of all the excitement that you both have had in this room. You decide a quick change of clothes is needed also. The smoky smell will have to come out later. For the drive you decide on a basic t-shirt and skirt outfit. The mind races some and decides to give him a surprise. Your panties all go in the overnight bag, none on your person. Collecting a few other personal items and some music for the trip you depart your room, lock up the house and head back outside to see him standing at the door of the van. “Oh no you don’t” you challenge. “Oh yes I do and I will” he retorts back. He then opens your door and closes it for you. The thoughts go through your mind again. Why am I doing this? Why does he want me so? Is this my way of telling him I want him back? Do I really want him again? The thoughts roll through as he drives out of town, onto the highway.

The drive is somewhat scenic but overall not exciting. Though you feel the air flow under your skirt. It tries to dry the dampness of your thighs but not really working. Conversation between you both tends to stay rather normal. You notice though he shifts his denim shorts every now and then. “I want that cock,” you think to yourself. The thought of maybe pulling over and going at it again fills your mind. How does he do this to you? Maybe you need to get his attention more. As you talk and he looks over at you, your skirt slowly moves up your thigh, exposing more of your supple skin. His hand slowly moves across to your knee. His touch sends a jolt in your leg. So much for keeping your clit from throbbing and your vaginal lips dry. His fingers slowly follow your skirt up and you hear him hum in excitement when he discovers your surprise. “Me likey” he says with a k** in a candy store voice. Your hand goes down in a faux slapping kind of way. “Not yet you dirty boy.” You playfully say. “Keep your eyes on the road.” He turns and smiles at you, those blue playful eyes again. He says he would like his hands to start getting dirty first. You snicker and say leave that to me, just keep your eyes on the road. With glee he turns his eyes back to the road and leaves his hand to your use. Guiding his fingers, you take his hand and use his fingers to tickle your clit. His touch though guided by your hand is wonderful. He plays along by flicking his fingertips to help your rubbing action. Slowly you slide down into the seat allowing you to use his hand for deeper access. He then forms his fingers for you use as a dildo. You slide his fingers deep into your now soaking wet vaginal opening. On hearing your moans of pleasure, he adds his own. Feeling your body ache in desire and shear joy with his hand deep in your wetness, you decide to really work it good and slide up and down on his hand as if were his cock.

In your mind you wish they were, but this will work for now. This is one great way to tease someone. The fact that you are driving along an interstate is lost. In this world it is just he and you together. His hands feel good inside you and slowly you begin to orgasm. What felt like hours has been only a few minutes. The motion of the vehicle hitting the bumps in the road help and actually some times take his hand deeper. The width of his hand helps and brings you to orgasm quickly. “Damn baby” he says to you lovingly. You ask if he enjoyed it as much as you did. His reply is that of him shaking his head quickly up and down. You laugh at the almost overblown way he does that. Then he takes his hand you have just used and begins to slowly lick your juices from his fingers. “Very sweet, to match the lady of course.” He says. You giggle at his words and feel even more turned on by his finger licking show.

You ask how much longer till you get where we need to go. He tells you not very long. He tells you that you both are heading for “the door.” His time estimate is about 45 minutes. The smile you show is comparable to a Cheshire cat. He asks you what you have in mind. You request that he move the seat back some, keep the van on the road and enjoy. He maneuvers the seat back and keeps with your request. In your mind, you know he knows what is coming next. You figure since he has tasted you, a like taste test is required. Though you do notice a box of tissues just to help out. The captain chairs help and with a movable center console make it even easier. You kneel down and begin to unbuckle his belt, seeing that his shorts are straining to hold in his cock. All that much easier you think. You look up at him as you release his cock from its constraints. Those damn blue eyes you see. He looks forward trying to keep from looking down, but you also see the smile on his face. With one good plunge you swallow his erect member and begin suckling it. You suck hard on the head playing with his tight ball sack as well. He moans in pleasure as you continue to suck the top and middle part of the shaft, stroking the bottom and playing with his balls. Your saliva works as a great lube allowing your mouth to move easily up and down the shaft. You work your mouth for what seems like forever then you feel the pre cum but keep going you want him to explode. His cock then shortly explodes its load. You feel his balls constrict and the cock pump. You catch a bit in your mouth. The salty taste is there for a second and you grab the tissues to catch the rest. You hear his grunt of pleasure as his cock finishes twitching. “Thank you sexy baby.” He says to you, as you clean up. You finish the clean up and notice he is now off the highway and when he slows down to a stop sign leans over and kisses you deeply.

With the driving completed, you both pull up to a small cottage style motel area. You look at the area and see it a bit quaint. He walks up and registers you both and you go to the little cottage. Cottage number 8 will be yours for tonight. As he unlocks the door and helps you carry you bag in, you keep thinking about this whole weekend. This has to be a dream. You pinch yourself. He goes into the bathroom as you sit on the bed. You bounce up and down a bit and think this could get a work out. Upon returning from the bathroom, he smiles at you and flops down on the bed. You bring your legs up and curl next to him. You look at his eyes again. They seem to have mellowed in the last twenty-four hours and regained a sparkle. He asks you if you have enjoyed the weekend. You ask him if this is a dream. He says if it is a dream he hopes never ends. You start thinking that maybe time is changing, but first things first. He holds you close and kisses you deeply. Both you work your hands over your bodies. He smiles and says to you that its time to do some exploring. You ask what he means. He says you told him once you have never been to “the door” so it was time to see it some before its gets too dark. At that, you both kiss again standing up. He leads you out the door and locks it. He offers his hand, which you take. Time to explore the outdoors and later tonight explore the indoor.

The Door Exploration

Sunlight still shines on the warm late Saturday afternoon. You are in the resort area known as Door County, or as people call it locally “the door”. The current weekend wasn’t supposed to happen. Last night you were going to an old bar with a girl friend and just have a drink or two. Today was supposed to be laundry and catching up on soap operas. Having a romantic night and so far very nice day was not part of the plan. Especially the part of being in “the door” and the company you are with. Though the company isn’t bad at all, just a big surprise. He takes you around areas he knows from previous visits. He drives you thru what look like quaint fishing villages just outside of huge farms. You go onto the grounds of a lighthouse that is open and walk along the shore. You both talk and enjoy the day. His demeanor seems different to you in some way. You listen to his descriptions of places like he is giving a guided tour. Throughout the walk you notice he never holds your hand. You look at his eyes again and they seem not troubled, but deep in thought. Asking him what he thinking about is what you want to do. He then blurts out while talking about the history of a 19th century house “Have you missed me at all since we have been apart?” You look at him, measuring your answer. You look at those eyes again. You tell him in a very sheepish voice “I have missed having you around. Missed talking to you”. Then you approach him and whisper into his ear “I also missed something else too”. You see his face light up and his cheeks get a bit red. He also notices your hand brush against his thigh ever so slightly going close to his manhood. He reaches down and cups your hand in his, kissing it gently on the knuckles. Pulling your hand away swiftly, you then fling your arms around him as he does the same to you. The fervent embrace lasts for only a minute or so but neither of you seem to want it to end. You rest your each other’s heads upon shoulders. The eyes begin to water some at the warm feeling you have. As the embrace opens, you notice his eyes; those blue eyes again have watered some as well. The two of you slowly this time, drift to another embrace. This one you both are locked at the lips and kissing with a long held desire. You feel a surge of passion from him. These kisses are different from last night. These kisses are coming from the heart and not the loins. Both of your lips open and tongues begin to hungrily dance and lock. The breathing for both of you becomes heavier and heavier.

Your hands wander his body as his caresses your back. You wonder if the heat is from the sun or from the “human fucking furnace” you are lip locked with. So what, the warmth feels right and feels good. The need for air peeks thru and both of you release the lip attachment. The hug is still holding together, though loosely. He moves his hands and cups your face in them, almost trying to protect them from the lake wind. You mimic his action. With your touch you see his eyes well up. He quickly then turns from you and walks away a few steps. He crouches down; his back is to you now, his head buried in his hands. The sudden action is very confusing and a bit scary. Slowly, you move to him thinking you have hurt him again somehow. Your gentle touch on his shoulder and he stands again. You see he is holding back tears. Worried you ask him why the sudden change. He stops for a moment and appears to gain his composure. You never remember him being this emotional before. He then tells you that he feels like he is in a dream. The whole weekend feels completely unreal. He fears it is artificial and not sure what to say or do. The words he says echo the feelings in your heart. You place a finger to his lips and tell him this. The tears cease with this action. Taking your hands in his he kisses them like a knight with an honored maiden. You both return to a tight deep embrace. This time you know it is his warmth and not the sun as a beautiful sunset shows over the horizon. You release the embrace with a brief kiss and begin to walk back along the shore to his vehicle. This time he holds your hand. You look at his face and occasionally catch him looking at yours. The two of you speak no words till you are at the vehicle. He goes to your side and readies to open the door for you. You turn and run your hands over his chest.

“May I ask one request?” you inquire to him. “Anything me lady” he answers in the faux English accent. “Tonight, I want us to make love. Not just sex, but love.” You whisper to him. “Your request is my command.” He says while taking one of your hands in his and again kissing the knuckles. He then opens your door and helps you into the van. He quickly circles around the vehicle to get to his door before you do the open from inside trick. Tonight is not the night for that you think. He opens the door and looks a bit surprised. You giggle at his surprise. He starts the vehicle and begins to head out from the beach. The two of you decide to be good and go back to freshen up. He calls and makes reservations at a small Italian restaurant on the way. Your attention switches from the late evening scenery and back to the man who has brought you here. He is so different this weekend. Maybe, just maybe things are different.

The trip is quick back to the cottage. He opens the door for you and asks if you would like to go first in freshening up. You decide to take him up on that, and go into the bathroom. You listen for sound and hear a slight rumbling while undressing. It is very faint indeed. The shower looks tempting even more so. A quick one won’t hurt. You literally jump into the shower and feel the water all over your body. Thinking of his hands doing the soap instead of yours. You feel the wetness in your folds again. Smiling to yourself, hoping that maybe the door will open, but never does. He is being a gentleman you think. You open the door to the room and the truth is funnier than imagined. He is lying on the bed asleep. He had removed his shirt and fallen back on the bed. Standing with only a towel around you, you begin to think about teasing him. The man has the look of peace on his face. His bare chest rises and falls with his breathing. Your hand runs down through his chest hair across his stomach to his shorts. These denim shorts were always a pain you said to yourself. The towel now falls to the floor and you feel the chill of the air against your body. This is partly due from the dampness of the shower and more wetness from your inviting folds. No reaction that you see. A kiss or two very lightly on his stomach could get him going. There still is no luck for you. With his shorts wide open you decide to grab his semi-rigid cock and give it a good stroke or two. A quick glance up to his face shows you he is playing with you. He is smiling like a Cheshire cat. With the smirk you drop his member and climb up his body to as his hands rise to guide you to him. The feel of skin on skin again to you is exhilarating.

You meet him eye to eye and give him a playful growl. His smile is even wider now. Suddenly he breaks your growl with a deep, sensuous kiss. You attempt to be a bit more resistant with closed lips but quickly let him penetrate your mouth with his tongue. As his tongue invades your mouth, his arms close around your body pulling your tighter to him. He holds you in place, and you return his kisses with equal vigor. Both of your tongues dancing and moving like weeds in the wind. His hands slide along the curves of your body. God this feels so damn good. He reaches your butt and playfully raps his fingers on your bare bottom. You now feel your pussy is completely soaked. Lowering your hips down on to his waist you slowly grind against his cock. Your long slightly damp hair dangles and tickles his chest causing a laugh that breaks the sexual tone. He brushes your hair from your face and kisses you again sweetly. “How about we wait till later tonight?” he says. You agree with him completely, besides your stomach decides to add its vote.

You climb off the bed and over to the side you have designated your’s. He heads to the bathroom to wash up and just looks at you. “Something I can help you with sir?” you say to him. “Maybe later miss” he replies. As he closes the door behind him you think of those eyes again. He was leering at you some, but you noticed his gaze was soft. Not the hard gaze of a man bent on carnal pleasure, but a lover admiring his partner’s form. All the thoughts race in your mind again about how things have gone. You forget the fact you hands are running all over you shape in places he has touched. Upon the realization, you decide to stop and begin getting dressed. Another skirt and blouse combination work. The man’s emergence from the bathroom surprises you a bit while putting your bra back on. He smiles at your look and you return his smile. He dresses quickly in jeans and a collared shirt. When both of you appear ready he comes over to you and cups your face in his hands. “You look fabulous.” He tells you. “Your not so bad yourself there.” You let him know. Now both your stomachs growl some, so it is time to depart for dinner.

The little Italian restaurant on the outside looks more like a warehouse than a fine dining establishment. He opens the door for you and the metal door belies the beautiful décor. The aromas add to the sites and smell and get your stomach churning more. The hostess guides you to a table on the side of the dimly lit building. The table is lit only by candlelight. This is all so very romantic. Both of you decline the wine list, but decide to partake of the lasagna special. The two of you both have salad, some breadsticks, and wait for your dinners while talking over the day’s activity. Neither of you can believe that you are in “the door” on a Saturday night, enjoying a romantic dinner. In fact, this whole weekend has been a blur since the bar last night. Topics range from is your lasagna as good as the restaurant’s, to what time you will be heading home tomorrow to what else you will do while here. Throughout the evening, you both look at each other’s eyes. Could the fires be rekindling? Before either you go down that road, the meal arrives. The lasagna is very good. He gets a dollop of sauce on his shirt and gives you a snicker. You think he can be such a dork, but it wouldn’t have it any other way. The meal concludes and you both depart. Heading back to the cottage you ask to stop and grab some water and some juice perhaps. He agrees and you stop at a gas station for some drinks. The destination is the cottage after this brief stop as the clock approaches close to midnight.

Arriving back at the cottage he opens the door for you. He playfully tries to pick you up and carry you into the room. You slap his hands away in jest. Laughter is shared and then you enter and lock the door. As a couple you both decide to get more comfortable. He strips down to a t-shirt and shorts. You slide out of your skirt and remove almost all of your clothing. Reaching into your bag, you grab a nightshirt and slide it on. The final touch is to slyly remove your panties. The room is fairly sparse with a television and the belongings you have both brought. The radio in the corner he turns on and throws in a CD of music he has mixed for the two of you.

He pulls back the covers and asks you if you want to sleep. You tell him that you just enjoying his company and sleep is furthest from your mind. He smiles at you sheepishly. Then he stands and extends his hand. He asks if the lady would like to dance again. You tell him you be honored at the beginning of the next song. You stand and hold onto his arms and he onto yours. You both look at each other’s eyes hearing the last song end and your song to begin. Then you hear the guitar pick of the tune and know that it is literally “your song”. This is the one song that you both had claimed as an expression of shared feelings. His hands move to your waist and your arms around his neck. Your bodies sway to the slow beat. His mouthing and low singing of the words makes you giggle. The song plays on, and as it does the two of you get closer and closer. Once again, you both lock at the lips and begin a feverish kissing dance.

The song is then lost in the background to the passion you both share at this moment. You feel his hands roam down to your butt and then slowly slide underneath, lifting your nightshirt up. Your hands run through what little hair he has and down to his face. You then move back down his back to his butt and slide your hands in his shorts, working your way to his hips. His arms pass yours as you feel his hands all over your skin. He caresses your hips and runs his hands along your body to your breasts and feels them firmly in his hands. You both unlock from your kiss to take a breath and remove clothing. Apparel slides to the floor and you fall into bed with him on top of you. Now you are both naked and feeling each other’s body. He kisses you deeply and then moves from your mouth to your neck. Nibbling his way down soft flesh to your chest. He works slowly sucking one nipple then the other. Coming close to biting them but enough for you to notice. His hand holds the other plays with the nipple. Your mind is racing a mile a minute. This feels so damn good. Your hands caress his shoulders.

Leaving your breasts you grab them to continue feeling them up. He kisses down your stomach and kisses around your belly. Occasionally, he slips his tongue out and licks your body. It feels so enticing. The folds of your pussy are damp bordering on gushing. The body aches for release or in this case an entry of someone. Feeling his now hard cock rub against your body doesn’t help. It is out of reach for you to play with. He continues to kiss down to your thighs and purposely avoids your wetness. Feeling his body rise back up to have his face meet yours, his hands in yours he kisses you again deeply. This time it is very brief as he looks into your eyes. He begins stumbling over a phrase he wants to say. You blurt out “I love you too”.

With the words said, he melts into you. The two people becoming one. He physically joins with you, as his hard cock enters your wanton pussy. He slides in quickly as you feel is member come inside you. Your body quivers some from your first release of juices brought on by tonight’s events already. His thrusts are slow and very deep. He returns to kissing your body while thrusting and suckling your breasts. When you climax and his finally is about to occur you dig nails into his bare butt. He gives one hard deep thrust and kisses you as he releases his hot load into your body. The sweat drips from his brow and lands on your breasts. You both smile and exchange the phrase again. He leaves himself deep inside you till you ask him to move out so you can wash up a bit. He follows you into the bathroom and stands behind you. He holds your shoulders and kisses you on the neck. You exchange some small chitchat about the next day. You then finish your wash up and go back to bed. You fall asleep thinking about how wonderful this weekend has become. Later on in the night you feel his hands all over your body. Your roll and turn to face him seeing he is half awake. This time you want to let him take it easy. “Lay on your back my furnace” He smiles.

You then throw back the covers and see his cock. It is already hard. A grin returns to your face as you climb on top of him and slide on to his man pole. You slowly rock back and forth on his member feeling it even deeper inside you now than earlier in the night. You place your hands on his chest to steady your thrusts. His hands reach up and grab your breasts. He begins kneading them and playing with your nipples. You slowly work your body up and down and back and forth on his shaft. You are slowly thrusting on him as he had inside you earlier. The feeling is so intense. I really did miss his cock you think. After what feels like and hour but is only 15 minutes you both again reach climax and cum. Juices flowing in and out of you and then you collapse.

The sun shines bright and awakens you both. He notices how late it is in the morning and asks if you would like to shower up then head out. You agree and then both jump in the shower together. Helping each other wash up and avoiding temptation is hard but you do it. Bags are quickly packed and you check out of your little cottage. He mentions about coming back sometime. You tell that maybe someday. The ride home is a bit quiet as you to talk some and hold hands. The music plays on the radio and reminds you of the last two nights.

Then the DJ screams about some movie that the singer’s actress girlfriend was in. You rub the sleep from your eyes and in a shock look around your room. Your voice shills about it only being a damn dream. But one hell of a dream you think. You feel your reaches and feel your clit is swollen and you are wetter than you remember ever. You look at the calendar and see it is Friday. You pick up your cell phone look at messages. There is one there from your girlfriend about getting out tonight for a drink. You flip thru the list and you see his number is still there. Maybe, just maybe it was time to call him again. Time will tell.