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Dream Lover

She knew she wanted more of him and the time to explore all of him inside and out. She thought about his hot breath on her neck, feeling desire tingling in her belly where he had left a fiery trail of wet, lingering kisses the day before. She opened one eye to see if anyone was watching her. The crowded beach was packed with weekend families that were busy playing with their kids and cooking hotdogs. She turned over on her stomach to resume her day dreaming about him.

Listening to the ocean sounds and feeling the hot sun on her body she relaxed and in a few minutes was dozing and finds herself with him again. She imagines herself moving with him as she clings to him in the water. They are rolling with the outgoing tide. She wraps herself even tighter against his muscled hardness and begins to move, grinding her crotch against his, rocking and rubbing with an increasingly frantic rhythm. As she dreams she began to wiggle her hips, imagining that she was pushing them towards him. Frowning to herself, she turns onto her belly to push her throbbing crotch against the sand. She rejoined her dream lover in an erotic dance of heated passion. Her neighbors on the beach were enjoying the show of an overweight, obviously lonely teenagers bottom as she ground her heated mound against the sand. Suddenly she gave a little cry like a wounded cat then her body seemed to just melt into the sand. She lay still now, fully awake and aware of the familiar wetness left behind after experiencing him..
She almost wept this time. It seemed cruel, the tricks her imagination played on her, as always she consoled herself with the knowledge that he was hers and hers alone. He wouldn't lie or cheat and he was always near, coming to her when she wanted him, though only in her sleep. That was enough for her, to be sure of him. Her frown became a smile as she gathered her things and walked toward the beach exit. She ignored the stares and giggles from the nearby beach goers. They could not know of him and the things they had done. Maybe she would take a nap when she got home, after a long, steamy shower of course.

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