Dreams and Desires (3 page)

Watching herself in the bathroom mirror, Kelly took the time to brush her thick, wavy hair, her mind drifting absentmindedly. She saw before her a pretty girl, trim, with fine, round breasts which pointed upwards at the ends. Her skin color was light and luminous. Was she wasting away, she asked herself. She had broken up with David soon after she moved here, the pressures of the long distance relationship too much. It had not been much of a relationship, anyway. He was a pleasant convenience, someone to spend some time with and with whom to satisfy her cravings for sexual release. There had been no one since. She wondered if Adele would make a connection tonight. She imagined her wrapping her long, lithe legs around the hips of the imaginary Latin lover, moaning with pleasure as he plowed her furrow with his hot, hard cock. As she repeated her mechanical brushstrokes, her mind a thousand miles away from what she was doing, Adele's face in the fantasy became her own. She imagined the feel of the thick, rigid manhood scraping across her bud of pleasure, scouring the inner walls of her wet cleft, the pressure of the man's strong chest against her breasts, his hips pounding into hers. She licked her lips. Her breathing began to become labored. Her free hand unconsciously looped under one of her breasts and massaged it, her thumb and forefinger trapping her stiff nipple and squeezing it until she brought herself a twinge of pain.

Suddenly, Kelly came awake. What was she doing? Her crevasse had moistened and she was showing a blush on her chest just above her breasts. She was startled at her lasciviousness. This was not her at all! Her body gave a little shiver and she put the brush down. She turned out the light and went into the bedroom.

When she entered the room, Kelly turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead. The room was cast in a soft, almost eerie light. She looked down at the bed. Would she dream again tonight, she wondered. Would her lusts be raised again by the image of the strange man beckoning her? She was actually apprehensive about going to sleep. The dreams were so real. Lately, the dreams were lasting longer and longer. She could see his lips forming words; he seemed to be calling her. The smoothness that had characterized his appearance seemed to be giving way to lines and bulges and curves. The fog, or what looked like fog, was thinning. In the early dreams he had been far away, in the distance; now he was coming closer and closer. Last night, she felt like she could just reach out and touch him. She sensed her dream-self yearning for him, desiring him. But her yearning, her desire, was tinged with a deep foreboding, as if when she finally made contact with him, placed skin to skin, she would cross a Rubicon from which there would be no return. She looked again at the double windows. She felt as if there was someone watching her. But who could it be? She stepped to the windows and drew the curtains closed after checking to make sure the sashes were locked. A hint of unexplainable panic ran through her mind and she went out to the living room, bathed in the glow of the dim light from the bedroom, and checked to make sure the door was secure. It was.

What was wrong with her? She had never felt like this before in this house. It was her island of peace, away from the world. If she could not feel safe and secure here, where could she? She tried to reach into her rational mind. No one was outside, she told herself. No one is inside. Dreams can't hurt you. Okay, so she was randy. She was a vibrant, normal, young woman, after all. Sexual drives were entirely natural, beneficial even, placed in every one to assure the continuation of the human race and allow everyone to experience the pleasures of their own bodies.

And there was nothing wrong with bringing pleasure to your own body. Masturbation was a good way to get release. As long as it did not become an obsession. She usually performed this self service about once every other week. Maybe she would do it tonight. It would help her get to sleep.

But was it becoming an obsession? She had brought herself off this morning, almost unconsciously, while awakening from her dream. And she had spanked the monkey the day before too. And Wednesday. And several times last week. What was happening to her? Was she becoming obsessed? Lately, she had found herself drifting off into sexual reveries several times a day. Were the dreams driving her sexual needs or vice versa?

Kelly quickly slipped under the sheets and drew the warm comforter over her. She reached out and flicked off the light. It took only a few seconds for the silence of the house to enwrap her. Through the windows, she could hear the rippling of the stream outside. The wind had picked up and she could hear the double paned glass shifting slightly as it blew against them.

Her body warmed up quickly under the covers, the coolness of the sheets quickly fading into a comforting reflection of her body's heat. She was on her side, facing the windows, her legs curled up, her arms around herself. She let her mind drift and, soon, she felt her hand easing down her torso over her hips and over her legs. Her skin felt so good, soft and clean. Without thinking, she rolled onto her back and drifted her fingers along the inside of her thighs. She raised and spread her knees so she could caress them down their length.

Why not, she thought. It wouldn't hurt her to get off. Her pussy was already burning with need. It only took her a moment to shuck off her panties, kicking them off of the ends of her feet at the bottom of the bed. She brought her hands to the crux of her thighs, ran them through the carefully trimmed, wiry hair and softly pushed her engorging labial lips together. It felt so good. She drew her fingers along the slit for a while, parting the lips slightly, up and then down again, letting the tingle in her loins develop. She moaned lowly as her fingers sensed the moisture of her arousal. She gasped when they brushed against the hardened nubbin at the apex of her needy sex.

There was no stopping now. Kelly let her right hand continue to draw pleasure from her softening pussy and brought her left hand up to massage her aching breasts. They were hard with the blood of her lust. The heat of her hand sent rivulets of pleasure through her. She imagined the coffee brown skin of her imaginary bedmate covering her, his long, glistening, shoulder length black hair falling over her body. He was kissing her breasts, running his rough tongue over her teats, sucking on them hard, squeezing her mounds firmly in his large, strong hands while his cock slowly eased its way into her depths. It was her and Adele's fantasy Latin lover, the man who would bring her everything: love, passion, strength, warmth.

Kelly's breath began to get short and her heart began to thump in her chest. Her fingers massaged her clit, pressing on it, running little circles over it, pausing only to dip into her well of sexual heat to draw out her oozing moisture, and then covering it until it was slippery and rolled under her sensitive touch. She could feel the telltale signs of her orgasm building inside her. She was thrusting her hips back at the hand in her loins as her thighs began to shudder. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she moaned. “Ohhhhhhh!” Suddenly, her mind became overwhelmed with the flood of pleasure that rushed to it. Her pussy began to throb and contract. She spread her legs wider, her knees almost touching the mattress on either side of her, drawing her long, graceful legs up. Her hand rubbed harder and faster on her loins. She arched her back as she felt her whole body electrified with ecstasy. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she called out into the dark room at each convulsion of her sex. In her mind, her lover was pounding his lust into her, filling her void, forcing apart the sides of her enflamed inner flesh. It seemed to last forever. She wanted it to last forever. And then she moaned again, “Ohhhhhhhhh!” as she crested her lust and her pussy's spasms finally begin to subside.

When the tremors of her orgasm faded into a bliss that seeped into every pore of her body, Kelly rolled to her belly and fell asleep.

They say even the longest, most involved dreams take only a second to flash across our minds. Kelly wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping when the dream began, but she felt sure she had long ago descended deeply into somnolence. She was standing nude in a huge, grassy field. It was bright and sunny with large, fluffy, bright white clouds fleeing across the deep blue sky as if pushed by strong winds. But no breeze caressed her naked form. The air around her was still and heavy. Across the field, which was strewn with a wonderful array of brightly colored wildflowers, she saw the man approaching. He wasn't walking, more like floating, and his body was enwrapped with a swirling fog.

He was coming closer and closer. He was also nude, and the fog that surrounded him had sprinkled him with its droplets, making his smooth, hairless chest shine and glisten in the sun. He had long, black hair that touched his shoulders and flared back behind him as he approached. Kelly felt her passion begin to rise as he neared her. He was no more than twenty feet away from her when she saw his lips begin to move. His right hand extended from his body, palm up, like he was inviting her to take it. Kelly's mind filled with the urge to flee. But her body wanted to stay, wanted to reach out and accept the strong, compelling hand in her own. His eyes, though, belied his gesture of amity. They were dark and foreboding. As her hand, seemingly of its own will, extended towards him, she felt her own eyes locked into them, felt his gaze piercing her brow, entering into her mind.

Suddenly, the man was upon her. The misty shroud still enveloped him. She was trying to tell her dream-self to back away, to withdraw her hand. Some part of her consciousness struggled to bring herself out from this entrancing night fancy. The dreams had never gone this far before and she knew that some barrier was about to be crossed, that whatever happened now, somehow things would not ever be the same. It was too late. She wanted to stop, to break the mesmerizing gaze of the man's sharp, fierce eyes. But her body would not obey her. She was lost.

The dream Kelly slowly reached her right hand into the swirling mist. When her disobedient fingers made contact with those of the man, she felt a flow of energy pass into her. Her mind reeled with the pleasurable sensations being sent through her body. The man waited, his hand now grasping hers. She saw his lips forming her name, calling out slowly in a deep, inviting voice, “Kelly ... Kelly ... Kelly.” He seemed to want something. And then she realized he wanted her to pull him to her, that he needed her efforts to cross the misty barrier which separated them. Again, her rational self said, “No! No! No! Don't do it! Don't!” as she felt her arm drawing back, bringing the man towards her.

Kelly gasped as the man's body emerged from the swirling field of mist that surrounded him. He was inches away from her now, his naked body fully visible at long last. His smooth chest was well developed, his stomach taut and firm. Heat radiated from his torso like a plinth. His arms and thighs were thickly muscled, his face clean shaven and strong. She looked down as he moved to press his body next to hers and saw his long, thick manhood was erect. For a moment, a fearsome regret passed though her mind. What had she done? Then the man leaned forwards. He placed his large, strong hands on either side of her head and pressed his lips onto hers. Her lips parted and she felt his hot tongue enter her mouth.

A wave of lust passed through the excited young woman as she felt the tongue explore her mouth, dance against hers, sending hot passion into her very soul. She sucked and played with the hot invader eagerly. Something was passing between them, something more than mere lust. She felt as if her mind was being probed by the strong hands on her head. Something was wrong! This was more than a kiss! The strong, broad shouldered man was exploring her, drawing her essence from her and filling her with his will.

Suddenly, she was no longer standing, but was on her back with the dream man lying beside her. Keeping one hand on the side of her head, his hot tongue in her mouth, he drifted the other down along her neck, across her heaving chest and captured first one breast and then the other, massaging them, caressing them, causing another wave of passion to pass through her.

When the hand dropped to her belly, it brushed over the wiry bush that surrounded her sex and then slid a thick finger down the already wet slit between her nether lips. Kelly moaned. She spread her legs invitingly. Her hands were on the man's body, exploring the firm flesh, receiving an exciting flow of energy wherever they went. Their lips had separated and the man had pulled his head back. His eyes bored into hers. It seemed as if she couldn't look away, not even blink, as the brown pools, cold and hard, drew her in.

The man shifted himself so he was between her outstretched legs. He took hold of his hard shaft and presented it to her fevered, distended nether lips. She felt a moment's panic when the fat, round head pushed aside her labia and delved between them. But the sensation of his entering her was overwhelming. The hard rod of flesh eased its way forwards, making the interior flesh part seemingly of its own accord, inviting his penetration. Slowly he pressed deeper into her. She felt herself being filled. She groaned with passion, her hands gripping the large man's shoulders. When he had sunk his manhood fully into her, his pelvis bone meeting hers, he slowly began to withdraw, dragging across the tender flesh of her sheath, running the top of his cock along her hard, electrified pleasure bud.

The sensation of the man's languorous stroke drove Kelly wild. She wrapped her arms around his back, slid her legs down his hard, flexed thighs. Their lips rejoined and the impassioned young woman's body shuddered with delight. He began to rock back and forth within her, increasing his pace almost imperceptibly, until he was gliding in and out of her lush canal at an almost frenzied pace. Kelly rocked her hips back at him, meeting each thrust of his with a powerful push. She could feel her blood getting hotter and hotter. Her whole body tingled with the foreshadowing of her impending climax. And then it hit her. She felt her pussy throb and spasm. Her body shook and her back arched. “Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned into the stranger's mouth. There were no thoughts in her mind but the appreciation of the waves of ecstasy that flowed through her. When her pulses of pleasure began to ebb, she felt her passion begin to rise again as the man, not missing a stroke, continued his relentless plowing of her burning sex.