INTERLUDE IN THE SAND

    The beach was dark but the night was warm. I was just resting on the sand looking at the stars and listening to the sounds of silence broken only by the muted surf sounds. These small offshore islands [or rather large sand bars] were just the place to relax and recover from the breakup. I thought that I was the only one out there and was stretched out nude on my beach towel when I dozed off. I was dreaming of a time when somebody loved and cared for me and the dream was very real. I could feel the gentle hands of my lover as they stroked my breasts; his breath sent chills down my spine as he nuzzled my neck and nibbled on my ear. Kisses covered my nipples and moved down to my groin leaving a trail of sparks that joined into a raging fire. His tongue explored all of my secret places as I burned with need. My fingers moved to join him in touching me but instead of reaching my clitoris my hand found a head. Too real, I thought but it feels so good I’ll just enjoy it. I was bucking and demanding to be entered when my dream lover slit his body up mine. Strong muscles and broad shoulders, demanding mouth tasting of me, legs finding room between mine. We were both ready as he gave me what I needed. I met his thrust with a push of my own as he entered me and we joined in those motions that lovers share. Slow at first until we grew comfortable with each other’s bodies then faster and faster as the need grew to overwhelm all else. I screamed with passion as I felt him spent his need inside me, each pulse of his manhood sent jolts of pleasure through me until we both lay in the sand to sated to move. Even the small movements as his member shrunk down thrilled me, his hands and mouth continued to pleasure me until he fell out of me. A last long lingering kiss and he was gone. I awoke fully and stretched thinking -what a dream, wow, never had one that good before. My hands idly wandered over my body retracing the path he had taken trying to recapture some of the magic. I played with the places he had filled so well and longed to taste him. I even thought I could taste the sharp taste of man mixed in with my own juices and I was much wetter than I had ever gotten before. There were strange marks in the sand around me and I wondered- was it just a dream?