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DREAMS COME TRUE Part One |
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I gasp as the most delicious sensations ravage my body
T here's a knock at the door. GREAT, here I am in my house-cleaning clothes, a simple short black tank top that barely covers my breasts and an old pair of cut-off jeans. My long black hair looks like I just crawled out of bed; I'm wearing no makeup and I have an old pair of tennis shoes on my feet. Propping the mop against the sofa, I go and open the door, expecting my neighbor Linda to be there. A very loud GASP escapes my lips. It is not Linda, and it is not a woman, but a man. A man that I have only seen pictures of, the man that I have been talking with on the Internet. I am in complete shock, unable to utter a single word. Surely I must be dreaming. Things like this only happen in dreams or movies.
I hear a deep throaty laugh come from his lips. Shaking my head, I try my best to compose myself. I am sure shock is written all over my face. I run my fingers through my disarrayed hair. My discomfort seems to be very amusing to him. Questions roam through my mind, but no words come from my lips. Why is he here, how did he find me, what does he want? He reaches and takes my wrist in his hand. I want to pull away, but for some reason I can't. "I want to talk with you, come for a ride with me," he says. His voice sounds like magic, sending delicious tingles all over my body. Placing his arm around me, we walk to his car. Opening the door and helping me inside, he gets in on the driver's side. We talk about nothing important, just small talk.
After awhile the car stops, whether it has been minutes or hours I have no idea. It's like he has cast some sort of magic spell over me. His magnetic sexy voice tells me we are here. Looking around, I see a small powder-blue cottage, surrounded by trees and flowers A very romantic place, like something out of a fairy tale, or perhaps a dream. Opening his door he gets out and comes to my side. He opens my door, takes my hand and assists me out. My body trembles slightly as his warm hands touch the exposed flesh of my waist. Looking up into his hazel eyes, I see them twinkle, the smile on his lips telling me he's enjoying the feel of my naked flesh as his hands squeeze slightly. The magic voice speaking to me, "Remember that dream you told me about? Today it's going to come true!"
A slight tremor of fear runs through my body. I try to pull away, but his arms go around me and hold me to him, preventing me from pulling away. I tell him, "Now wait a minute I never meant I actually wanted the dream to come true. I just told you about it because it was so exciting to talk about. Plus, I never thought I'd see you for real. Surely you don't think I meant for it to actually happen. Besides, I'm not sure I could go through with it." A wicked smile crosses his lips, as a devilish look shines in those eyes. "Babe, you will have no problem going through with it, all you have to do is enjoy!" A delicious shiver runs across my backbone, with just a touch of fear.
He guides me to the door of the cottage, turns the knob and opens the door. We step inside. It is so beautiful. Simply furnished, with a small loveseat in front of a large window. The wooden floor is bare except for a thick rug in front of the fireplace, and pictures of angels hang everywhere. Sitting me on the sofa, he tells me he'll be right back and disappears through a door. As I sit there staring out the window, fear builds and builds inside me. The first thought to enter my mind is to run. I can't possibly go through with this. It was a very erotic dream, but I'm not sure I trust him enough to actually do it. My eyes travel to the door he entered, and I can hear him moving around in there. I've got to get out of here, NOW!
My hand is on the door, opening it. I'm outside, running to the car and looking inside, I see no key in the ignition, and we are miles and miles from nowhere. Suddenly, I hear his voice coming from the direction of the cottage, "Where do you think you are going Angel?" Not answering him, I start to run down the narrow dirt road away from him. Running as fast as I can, I hear him coming after me, but I have a big head start. The sounds of his running feet seem to be getting awfully close. I want to look back but I'm afraid I'll trip and fall if I do. Then it happens, his arms go around me, stopping me in my tracks. I try to fight him, but his arms are confining mine. He whispers in my ear, "Angel I'm not going to hurt you, calm down and behave yourself." I give in, partly from the sound in his voice and partly because I am gasping for air. Turning me to face him, he makes me look into his eyes. "Angel, you know me, we have talked for a very long time. You know I would never hurt you; I care for you very much, I only want to bring you pleasure not pain. Trust me Angel, I will never hurt or harm you!" The softness of his voice calms my fears a little, but the look in his gorgeous hazel eyes tells me more than words can say.
The eyes do not lie; in his, I see love, trust and desire. Maybe I can go through with this dream; a slight smile crosses my lips. Seeing this small response, he smiles at me with his lips and those sexy hazel eyes. Staring deeply into those eyes I say, "Stephan, I am going to trust you. Some how you have broken through the shield that I have placed around myself. I swore to never trust a man again." He then places his hands on either side of my face, and very gently tilts my head up. He lowers his face to mine and ever so slightly touches my lips with his in a kiss as soft as the touch of a feather. With his arm around me, we walk back to the cottage.
When we enter the cottage, I see he has brought two glasses and a bottle of chilled wine and placed them on the floor in front of the fireplace. Sitting me on the thick rug, Stephan then starts a fire in the fireplace. He pours two glasses of wine and hands me one. He then sits behind me, placing his long legs on either side of me. With his right hand on my bare tummy, he pulls me back against him. We sit like this, sipping our wine, his warm fingers running back and forth across my exposed flesh, as we watch the dancing flames of the fire. Our glasses empty, he sets his glass down and taking mine, places it beside his. With both arms around me now, his face snuggles into my neck, warm breath sending tingles throughout my body. He whispers, "Are you still afraid, Angel?" Trying to swallow the lump in my throat I whisper, "Yes!"
" But more excited than afraid?" Stephan asks. A tiny smile appears on my lips, "Yes, Stephan." He nuzzles my neck. Did I tell him how much I enjoy that, or does he just know? Sweeping my long black hair over my right shoulder, he nibbles at my earlobe sucking softly, slowly working his way down my neck. He reaches that magic, special spot on my left shoulder, his cheek rubbing softly on my neck. My mouth opens and I gasp as the most delicious sensations ravage my body. His lips gently tease the magic spot. Nibbling and nuzzling at first, his lips part and his wet tongue starts a slow circling motion. My head tilts to the right, allowing him full access. Sucking softly at first then stronger and stronger, he drives me out of my mind. Words go through my mind that a lady does not say, wild wicked thoughts of things I want him to do to me. Suddenly he stops, "No, Stephan please don't stop", I beg him! He whispers, "Time for your dream to come true Angel! " He slowly gets up and pulls me up with him. His arm around me guides me to a door. He opens it, and it is the bedroom.
My eyes do a slow sweep of the room. There is a full size brass bed covered with a patchwork quilt with several pillows at the head, and night tables on either side of the bed with several unlit candles on each. Behind the bed is a very large double window with curtains that match the quilt. A small dresser with mirror sits to the left side of the bed, with two vases of red and yellow roses sitting at each end. The floor is bare except for throw rugs placed on either side of the bed. To my right next to the door is a straight-back chair with cushions that match the quilt and curtains, and a closed suitcase lying in the chair. Stephan ignores the questioning look in my eyes; a mischievous twinkle is in his.
Slowly those twinkling hazel eyes come closer to mine, those full moist lips just inches from mine. Involuntarily, I hold my breath. Waiting, anticipating those lips touching mine. Finally our lips touch. Barely at first, like the touch of soft velvety butterfly wings. His hands gently hold my face. The tip of his tongue gently parts my lips, seeking entrance, tenderly licking at my tongue, as my eyes close I drift into sheer ecstasy. Those strong powerful hands slide slowly down my neck and shoulders, and then just as slowly back up and down again. Every place he touches is suddenly alive, tingling, wanting more. My body aches to be pressed to him, to have every inch of me touching him. As if he can read my thoughts, his arms go around me and pull me to him. Pressing his strong sexy body to mine, my breasts are crushed into his wide strong chest. His hard erect manhood pushes firmly into my stomach, getting larger and firmer as his tongue explores the depths of my mouth. Our arms are around each other, our hands massaging each other's backs as we try to get as close together as humanly possible.
Suddenly Stephan's hands come around to my waist and he gently pushes me a few inches from him, withdrawing his sweet lips from mine. My eyes flash open to those mesmerizing hazel eyes staring into my dark brown eyes. Both of us are gasping for air, sparks of desire flashing from our eyes, desire for each other very much apparent. His reassuring voice whispers, "Angel, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything, I am trying my best to control the passion that is boiling deep within me. Baby, I want this to be so special for you. I want to show you so much pleasure. To awaken all those deep desires and show you how much I want and need you. That beautiful body of yours deserves to be treated like it is something very precious, a gift to be treasured, worshipped, treated with tender loving care and shared with no one else. To just hold you brings me more pleasure than I could ever say with mere words. The only way to express it is to show you." Tears slide slowly down my cheeks, for I know he speaks truthfully and from his heart, how could I not trust and believe in someone so kind, gentle, sweet and most importantly, honest.
Stephan gently dries the tears from my eyes with his smooth fingers, "Do not cry baby, I know how much you have been hurt and I swear to you that I will never bring you pain and will not let anyone hurt you again!" This of course brings another trail of tears down my cheeks, sweet tears of joy not hurt. Again he gently dries the tears, and his warm fingers on my cheeks feel so wonderful, the barrier around my heart melts as his handsome face comes closer and closer to mine. Those sweet soothing lips, like the touch of a rose petal sliding across my face, pause momentarily here and there, as his warm gentle hands softly caress my neck. His hands slide slowly down my shoulders and arms, caressing my brown skin It lights a fire deep within my soul, a soul that yearns for so much more, to be touched in places that only he seems to have the knowledge of. He pulls his face away from mine, and those enchanting hazel eyes sweep up and down my body, admiring and memorizing all that is me. He grasps the hem of my short tank top in each of his hands and pulls it up. My breasts are now exposed to him, his eyes devouring the sight. Removing the shirt from me, he tosses it to the floor, eyes never removing their gaze on my breasts. As the palms of his hands barely touch my brown mounds, the nipples jump to attention and my body shivers involuntarily. He looks deep into my eyes and smiles the sexiest smile I have ever seen. His hands slide smoothly down my breasts, then delicately across my tummy. They run across the waist of my shorts, stopping only to unbutton them, and very slowly unzip them, before they fall down around my ankles. He takes a step back in order to admire what he has uncovered. The only undergarment I had bothered to put on this morning is a silk cream-colored thong with tiny red roses and trimmed with narrow black lace. With a look of pure pleasure he says, "Beautiful Angel, the perfect adornment for that gorgeous body of yours. I hate to remove them, but for what I have in mind they would just get in the way."
TO BE CONTINUED....
ANGELBRNEYES
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