The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I had actually banished him from my life.  I had my reasons.  It was a mixture of an extreme attraction that scared me and the fact that at times he got so pushy he qualified in the asshole division.  Oh…and of course I did have issues with the ring around his finger and the new baby on the way.  I wasn’t the girl who could break up a family.  I wasn’t even sure how we had met and started talking since he was states away, but there we were flirting away until one day the logical me kicked in and I blocked him from my life.  Still, he was in my thoughts.

It was about a year later that I found out he was getting divorced.  I didn’t reach out to him, but I did unblock his number so that if he did contact me, the message would come through.  Wouldn’t you know it, he reached out for me.  It was different.  He wasn’t the pushy asshole that he had been previously.  He was genuine, sweet, and most of all he was real.  This was a man who no longer hid behind his macho exterior, no longer hid behind anger or alcohol, this was a man who I could love more than the bad boy I had an attraction to in the beginning.  This was a man who could be trouble for this heart of mine.

When we spoke, we had balance.  It wasn’t just about flirting and sex like some men expect from me.  It was about life.  We talked about how things were going with his family and we talked about how things were going with my work.  He was a gentleman but still dominant enough to move that wild hair of mine in the right direction.  The time had come for us to stop beating around the bush and finally meet in person.

We opted to meet in my town but instead of staying at my place, we rented a cute little beachfront cabin.  With this option, we both got a bit of a vacation but were able to go to my place if we needed anything instead of spending so much money.  I wanted to pick him up at the airport.  I’ve always had daydreams about an airport rendezvous, but he had a different plan and wanted to meet at the cabin.  It wasn’t a long flight for him, but he wanted to get there and get cleaned up before I saw him.  He didn’t want me to meet him for the first time with that “airport stench” on him.  Oh, I tried to fight it saying he was being silly, but I could tell he had an agenda so I just went with it.  He called me when he landed.

“Baby….,” he said so sweet, “I’m here for you.”

When We Meet

I loved when he prefaced his words so sweetly making sure he had my full attention.  We planned for me to be at the cabin in 2 hours.  That would give him time to get there, get cleaned up, and for me to drop my dog off at boarding for the weekend.  As I pulled up to the cabin, my heart was beating through my chest.

I wore a mid-thigh length, light cream sun dress that had a tube top and a flowy bottom.  I didn’t wear shoes, I was going to seem very short to him when I did see him, but I was looking forward to it.  I had the top down on my Jeep so my hair was a little messy and tousled, but I liked it that way best.  The beach air made it so curly and thick that it looked good more often than not.  My skin was definitely touched by the sun and my freckles stood out on my body through the light color of my dress.

I hopped out of the Jeep, grabbed my weekend bag, and went to the door.  I stood there for just a minute to catch my breath before going in, but he opened the door before I could reach for the handle.  

“Hi Beautiful,” he said with a smile.

I had no words.  He swallowed me in his arms and hugged me close.  I only stood to his chest and when I tried standing on my toes to compensate for my vertical challenge, he lifted me up to him and held me closer.  I had to giggle.  It’s not often I meet a guy who picks me up into his arms, but I felt safe right where I was.  When he put me down, he grabbed my bag and opened the door for me to go in.

The cabin was filled with flowers.  It was absolutely beautiful.  No wonder he wanted a couple of hours.  There were all my favorites: yellow roses, sunflowers, lilies, sweet peas.  It was a great mix of color and a light flowery aroma.  The windows were open allowing the cool gulf breeze to flow though and the ceiling fans we on their lowest setting adding to the wistfulness of it all.

Since it was getting close to sunset, we decided the first thing on the agenda was to go for a walk on the beach.  The sunsets are a nightly gathering of spectators taking in the beauty and letting go of their stress.  You can just feel the energy in the air.  As we walked along the low breaking tides, we held hands and watched as the sun set into the water and people began to leave the beach.

“Do you want to go back to the cabin or grab something to eat?” I asked

“No, not yet.  I want to explore, if you don’t mind,” he said.


Of course I didn’t mind.  I was happy either way.  I wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to explore, but I was up for an adventure.  We walked along the length of the beach and soon we were one of few random couples scattered about in the miles of beachfront.  As we turned to walk back towards our starting point, he gently tugged my hand.  When I looked at him, I saw a smile that meant trouble.

“What?” I asked.

“Lifeguard tower.  There’s no one there at night, right?” he asked.

“No one at night, no one there when the flag isn’t up on the pole. Why?”

“Shhh, just come with me,” he said.

He led me to the lifeguard station which sat high above the sand.  I could walk under it if I wanted to.  It was painted white but looked grey/blue with the reflection of the moon off the water hitting the little building.  We climbed the stairs to the deck and looked out at the crashing waves.  It was the stuff dreams are made of.  As he stood behind me, he wrapped his arms around me sheltering me from the light chill in the air.  I leaned into him.  I had not a care in the world.

When I felt his warm breath on my neck, goosebumps instantly popped up all over my body.  He held me tighter as his lips met the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.  He started with soft kisses, then I felt his teeth sink in.  I couldn’t help but melt into him further and damn it if the wet spot between my legs wasn’t growing already!  His hands reached up to my breasts and he slowly pulled the top of my dress down exposing the girls to the brisk night air.  My nipples were already hard with excitement.  As he continued nibbling and kissing me, he rolled my nipples in his fingers bringing just the slightest pain sensations.  Of course I liked it!  I tried to reach back for him, but he caught my arms and placed them on the railing in front of me.  

“Don’t move,” he whispered, “Right now is about you.”

His hands wandered down my sides as he lifted the bottom of my dress.  He moved on hand to my tits and the other down inside the front of my little, white lace panties.  

“Oh you’re so wet already, Princess,” he crooned.

His finger rubbed my clit lightly making me twitch as I tried to stifle a moan.

“Good Girl, don’t hold back from me.  We have a long weekend ahead of us,” he whispered.

His fingers moved to the back of my panties and he cupped my sex with his huge warm hands.  I felt like a puppet and I had not a care in the world.  He dipped his fingers just inside my pussy releasing more of my excitement. I don’t know if he realized how long I had wanted him.  I bent forward just slightly and I felt his hand go to the small of my back as he slowly moved his fingers deeper inside me.  I couldn’t help but let a little moan escape me.  Instantly I bit my lip, trying to remain somewhat composed.  We were, after all, on a lifeguard tower!

the Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

I don’t think either of us could wait for that first moment together.  As I heard him unzipping his shorts, my body started to quiver.  I wanted nothing more than to have him.  It was only seconds before I felt the smooth head of his cock press against me.  I tried not to whimper, I wanted it so bad.  He was slow and deliberate with every move he made after that.  He was determined not only to fuck me but to make love to me for the first time.  

The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Slowly his cock opened my lips and was welcomed by my wetness.  He slid into me slowly, stretching me every inch of the way.  It had been months since I had a lover, and though my body was slightly resistant to being torn to his size, it responded with more sweet cream to coat his cock allowing him to slide in easier.  I could barely breathe.  I wanted to cum with every inch he throbbed inside of me.  He moved one of his hands up to my throat, pulled me slightly back on him, and gave me the last couple inches fast.  I gasped, and melted into his arms.  I could feel myself dripping around him and I was sure my cum was dripping from his balls to the deck of the lifeguard tower.

We stood there for a minute, his cock buried deep inside of me throbbing with our heart beats.  He turned my head towards him, kissing me deeply as he slowly started pumping my pussy.  His kiss stifled my moans.  My body began to tremble more as my first waves of orgasm came.  I could feel him smile beneath our kiss.  When my trembling slowed, he wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned me forward.  I was like a rag doll in his arms, and still I had not a care in the world.  No one could see us atop the tower and for the most part, the crashing waves masked my moans and whimpers.

I grasped the railing for support as he grabbed my hips.  This time, he wasn’t taking the sweet route.  He pulled all the way out then slammed into me time and time again.  I could hear my wetness gushing out of me as he replaced my emptiness with his cock.  His forcefulness turned me on just as much as his sweetness the first time.  I wanted to cum with him, but I couldn’t hold back.  My legs went weak and he grabbed me tight fucking me harder as I squirted and came for him again.  He pressed a finger into my ass making me even more sensitive and still he kept fucking me.  I couldn’t believe he could keep going with me like that until finally his moans grew louder and i could feel his cock stretching me just a little bit more.

Oh how I love the feel of a nice, hard cock owning my pussy and taking it for all it’s worth.  I knew this time I could cum with him.  I felt it building up inside of us and when he finally let loose, I thought he would never stop.  He filled my tight pussy so full of his hot seed that it ran down my thighs in streams.  It felt so good to be owned like that.  It felt so good to have someone tear into me and shape my pussy to only fit his cock.  I could barely stand, but I knew I didn’t want it to end.  When he finished pumping me full of hot cum, he stood behind me with his cock still inside of me and pulled me back for a kiss.

“I am going to carry you back to the cabin and make love to you all night long,” he said.

“Oh you don’t have to carry me…”

“Yes, I want you still full of my cum when I lay you on the bed.  I want to feed you what’s left of our juices before I start again.  I hope you can handle this,” he said.

All I could do was smile.  Slowly he pulled out of me and I nearly cried.  I never wanted to feel that emptiness again, but the throbbing in my pussy was so good that I knew I would survive…just for a little bit.  He threw me over his shoulder and carried me the short way back to the cabin.  I had a feeling the best was yet to cum.