It'd been a long time since I've had an erotic dream. The dream started out calm enough, Wam and I sitting on the couch at the cabin, watching the local news. Within minutes though, we were kissing, Wam was holding my face in his hands, and his tongue plundered my mouth. This was the single hottest kiss I'd ever witnessed, let alone been a part of.
His kisses moved from my mouth to my cheek, then to my neck. He breathed hot air on my ear, and I felt my body react. Not only did the gusset of my panties become wet, but my chest became hard, sensitive. The sensitivity proven as Wam's body moved against mine. It was too much and yet, not enough. I remember thinking in the dream that it was 'just a dream, so I might as well enjoy myself'.
Enjoy myself, I did. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. Wam pulled back and studied me with a look of surprise, but beyond that, there was pure desire in his eyes. "We don't have to do anything your not ready for beautiful," he whispered in a husky, sensual voice. I could feel my lady parts still inside my jeans, pulsating with my heartbeat.
Since it was just a dream, I was all in. I refuse to be my shy, reserved self in my dreams. A girl has to have fun at some point. My life had been way too much work and not enough play, so this was my playtime. The next thing I know, Wam had pulled his shirt off as well and pulled me flush against him. I couldn't help but run my hands over the bare skin of his shoulders and upper back as I swooped in for another kiss. Wam seemed shocked when I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as we sat on the couch. Initially he froze, but as I ground down against his hardening manhood, he groaned into my mouth.
I'd imagined moments like this before, but even in my dream I felt powerful at being able to draw such a response from him. Wam was ten years my senior with likely much more experience in this area than I've had. Of course my experience was pretty much nonexistent, so that didn't take much.
Wam's hand slid around my ponytail and he gently tugged my head backwards and ran his teeth down my neck to my chest. Releasing his hand from my hair, he brought both hands up to cup my size C chest. Lightly he ran his thumbs over my peaked points, and I couldn't help but arch into his hands. That simple gesture earned me a sexy smile that made me feel bold. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall down my arms until I pulled it off and threw it in the general direction of the television. Wam wasted no time enveloping my sensitive peaks with his hot mouth, and I felt my breathing and pulse speed up. Now my hands were in his hair, pulling him close so he couldn't get away. I was afraid if he quit now, I might die of frustration. This was my dream and I was calling the shots.
We continued to explore each other's bodies with our hands and mouths until we had both divested ourselves of all our clothing. I never dreamed simply feeling skin on skin could be so sensual and cause such a strong response. I'd never been this turned on, and I wanted, maybe even needed Wam to show me just how good 'it' could be. 'It' being physical love... yes please. Now without clothes, I could feel everything. I had to admit Wam's manhood was a little intimidating as I had never even seen an unclothed man before. Well, except for the times I accidentally walked in on Kedron in the bathroom, but he's my brother. Totally different, since I'm attracted to Wam. With Kedron, I ran as soon as it registered what I was seeing.
One of Wam's hands slid down from my chest to the area between my legs and began to stroke lightly between my nether lips. After several strokes, he dragged my natural lubricant up to my bundle of nerves and began to move his index finger in small circles over the tip. Never in my life had I felt such intense sensations, such strong emotions. I pulled away from the kiss and rested my forehead against Wam's toned chest. His Native American heritage left him with almost no chest hair. I was taking in big breaths but still felt like I wasn't getting enough air. Wam said my name, "Kynlee," but I didn't respond. He repeated himself, "Kynlee," as he tilted my head up to meet his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
I shook my head and he smiled before kissing my forehead then my temple and worked his way down to my chest again. His finger began to move faster, giving up its leisurely pace like it was hell bent on racing to the finish line. I heard Wam's next words, but I couldn't respond. "Kynlee, I want you to let go. I've got you."
That was all it took... A couple more circles and I saw white flash behind my eyes. My muscles seized up and I've no idea the sounds that came from my mouth, but I guarantee I didn't stay silent. Wam slipped one finger into my feminine passage and to my surprise, it felt good. I'd always heard your first time was painful and not usually enjoyable. If this was any indication, I never should have waited so long. Of course that could just be Wam, making sure I enjoyed it.
I was riding Wam's hand shamelessly as he continued to pump his finger in and out leisurely before adding a second finger. The second finger gave me a stretching feeling, but it wasn't exactly painful. Of course he could have done almost anything after bringing me to my happy ending, and I doubt I'd complain. Wam curled his fingers as he drew them out and I felt my muscles clench again. Was this man some kind of female pleasure expert? How was he getting my body to respond in ways I didn't even know were possible? My hips began to move faster as I rode his fingers without shame and surprisingly, without embarrassment. Man...dreams were awesome! I'm unsure how the real thing would ever compare.
Wam laid me back on the couch and met my eyes as he asked, "Kynlee, do you want me to stop or to make love to you?" I nodded in response, but that didn't seem to be the answer he wanted. Wam removed his hand from my core as he said, "Kynlee, I need to hear your words. What do you want?"
"You Wam," I responded. "I want you... inside.. of.. me." I panted as I told him what I wanted. Evidently, dream me, was a wanton creature.
As soon as the last word left my mouth, Wam was picking me up and carrying me bridal style into his bedroom. He set me gently on the bed as he grabbed something out of the bedside stand. Once he was on his side next to my prone form, Wam kissed me in a long, passionate kiss that almost curled my toes, and did make my fingers curl into his thick, dark hair. One last time, he met my eyes and asked, "you're sure? I would not be upset if you told me to stop."
I shook my head before placing my palm on his cheek and feeling the hint of a five o'clock shadow. I took a deep breath, smiled, and replied, "please Wam, love me."
Wam smiled in return, kissed my forehead, and sat back on his feet. I watched as he ripped open the wrapper and rolled the rubber down his length before kissing me again. I felt him at my entrance and was ready for him to make a woman of me. I yearned to feel him inside me, to wrap myself around him, and have Wam move inside me. I was so ready...
As Wam met my eyes, my 5am alarm picked that moment to go off and wake me up. I bolted upright in bed before I realized it was my alarm going off, where I was, and what that alarm meant. Dang it! Why do I always have to wake up just as dreams are getting good?
Interestingly enough, my body felt like I had actually been involved in the activities in my dream. My passageway and bundle of nerves throbbed as I shut off my alarm and attempted to catch my breath. My mind kept replaying parts of the dream, and I decided maybe a cold shower was in order. Anyone who says only men need cold showers, doesn't know women very well. I had to get my libido under control, or it was going to be a very long day.
As I finished getting ready for the day, I heard the front door downstairs open and close. I heard humming as Aggie moved into the cabin, and was glad I'd see her this morning. I descended the stairs and followed the humming I heard into the kitchen. Aggie was standing at the sink filling the coffee pot to start coffee. I knocked on the wall to alert her I was there. I didn't want to give the poor lady a heart attack. To my surprise, she said, "good morning Kynlee," and hadn't even turned around.
I walked up next to Aggie and leaned my hip against the counter. I felt a genuine smile come to my lips as I watched her go through the motions of making coffee. Suddenly I heard my mom's voice in my head, 'it's not polite to stare Kynlee'.
I cleared my throat before saying, "good morning Aggie. I owe you a big thank you for finishing my laundry. That's not your job. Please don't feel like you have to do things like that for me. Thank you though, for what you did."
I hated how conversations like this always made me feel so dumb. I knew what I wanted to say, but felt like a bumbling idiot when I actually tried to convey my message and began to ramble. As if she hadn't noticed my discomfort, Aggie turned her mega watt smile on me and simply replied, "you are most welcome dear," and went about her work. Suddenly she turned back to me, "I almost forgot... I'm going shopping for Dr. Teton for the weekend. Do you have allergies so I should avoid certain things? What about strong likes or dislikes?"
Aggie waited for my response as she wiped her hands on the dish towel and resumed humming.
"You don't have to do anything special for me," I said in a surprised voice. Aggie simply arched an eye brow at me and continued to smile. "I'm just grateful to be here Aggie. Thank you though."
Hands on her hips, Aggie became serious before saying in an even tone, "it's no bother. I'm happy you're here so Wam isn't so alone all the time. He is usually working or alone when here at the cabin. Having a 'friend'," (emphasis on friend), "will be good for him. I'm grateful for you because Wam is like a son me. I may only work three times a week for him, but I've grown very fond of him in the last two years." Aggie turned back to the coffee pot, put a cover on, and handed me a travel mug of fresh coffee. I couldn't help it, I gave Aggie a hug. I took the coffee mug, slipped my shoes on, and headed out the door. Her acceptance was appreciated yet scary.