Cliff Diving

My Dream:

We were cliff diving, it seemed familiar, like something we did often. I had jumped first laughing all the way down, hearing your whistle fade as i fell, i was treading water waiting for you to join me, i giggle as you splashed me while landing in the water not far away, you swim to me and take me in your arms, our wet bodies touching. We swim to the shore together, the water is warm and clear. The shore is light brown sand and warm on my back, we were crawling out of the water and you kissed me, pushing me down on the warm wet sand half way out of the water, a long passionate kiss, you untied my string bikini top as you kissed me, arching my back, moaning in the passionate kiss, your left hand on my right breast, your right hand caressing down my wet tummy, under the water, into my string thong. Two fingers hook into me, i arch my back hard and kiss you desperately as i moan in pleasure. we stay like this, time seems to stop, your lips pressed hard to mine in our kiss, our mouths open, playing with my breast, a playful pinch of my nipple as you work your two fingers deeper in me. Its heaven and pleasure, lost in happiness, warm and wet and touching, hips bucking as your fingers are magic in me, Devine pleasure.

Somehow time has passed and I’m dressed in a button up long sleeve shirt, i know its yours, the shirt is not buttoned but tied at the bottom, the shirt top is open displaying my too small string bikini top is back on. My hair is wet, the shirt tail partially covers my thong, my ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom flirtingly, i know you like to show off your possession and I’m yours forever. The beach is crowded with afternoon sun bathers and swimmers. I’m working my way up stone beach walkway, it has an old wall on one side, about hip high, lots of boys and a few girls of all ages are sitting on it, it seems to be the thing the cool kids do. I’m alone as i walk towards the street and away from the beach, im concerned where you are, you don’t leave me often, i cant remember where you have gone, i hold my beach tote tighter to my hip and keep moving.

Two males flirt with me very aggressively as i come near, its all in Spanish, we are in Mexico. They make me nervous, I try to ignore them and move past but they jump off the rock wall they had been sitting on and block my path, one takes my wrist and stops me, i say to “let me go”, he just smiles, showing brown crooked teeth, its an evil smile, I’m afraid.

Then you are there, confident, overbearing, they see your face and back off, you have a reputation here, and they are frightened, you face them boldly as they retreat down the stone walk way back to the beach. you turn and take my hand in yours gently and look into my eyes, I’m catching my breath, my heart recovering, you smile and your eyes sparkle, any stranger could tell you love me by the way you look at me. You have remorse in your eyes, its clear your sorry you had left me alone even a few seconds, your holding my hand, its the same hand but its so different, its delicate and loving, you say "lets get some ice cream". Your soft words and tone calm me, I’m safe now, your here again. We start toward the small town, away from the beach area which seems very crowded now. Holding my hand gently its so romantic, talking and walking, strolling down the sidewalk, lost in each other like we are alone on this planet.

We stop for ice cream and later coffee, we window shop, you buy me a silver locket, its beautiful and special because its from you. We enjoy the town and each other like its just ours alone.

Its later in the day, the sun low, nearly down. its been a long walk and we are at my home, my legs are a bit tired but its a good fatigue, the kind that makes you feel happy and alive. I live above a restaurant, in a small simple room. We are upstairs changing, i put on a very tight lacy shirt with no bra, it shows off my tummy, and a short dark pleated skirt, i have not changed from my beach thong. you look at me very possessively, clearly disapproving. "You know i hate the way you dress for work"

"i know but papa says its good for business, besides i see you flirt with all the senoritas all night"

"thats different" you reply.

i smirk and spin for the door, dashing quickly down the stairs to the restaurant. You follow running after me, its our usual race.

Our shift has started, were a few minutes late again, papa see us at the foot of the stairs and rolls his eyes, knowing you always make me late but not caring, its a happy restaurant, papa greets every customer, it seems each is a regular and he knows them all like family. I’m busy and bustle, taking orders and delivering meals. I wish i had roller skates, its busy tonight. You work the bar like a concert pianist, spinning bottles in your hand, making music with the shakers. I peek glances at you as i work the room, i smile when i catch you glancing back.

We flirt with our eyes every time i come to the bar your tending with my drink orders. There is an anticipation in our faces we give to each other.

Its late, the moon is up, i can see it from my bedroom window, the window is wide open, the night is warm and breezy, my curtains wave, were on my bed, I’m laying on my tummy and you beside me, both on our elbows, it feels familiar, a nightly routine. The only light is a small lamp on my night stand. Your helping me with an algebra problem, were both tired from the long day but i have to get my school homework done, as your explaining and writing something on my notes, I’m listening but i lose focus, i cant resist the urge to put my fingers in your hair, were on the last problem and you have been so patient helping me again tonight. My heart is tight as i think about how happy you make me.

You turn and take my hand from your hair and pull me to you and kiss me passionately, i moan deeply. It seems you have been fighting this desire for an hour while my homework trudged on. But the flood gates are open, your all passion and desire, your hands are all over me like you have ten of them, its not long before my tight lace shirt is gone, but you leave my skirt on. the thong moves to the side and you enter me easily, I’m already wet, anticipating your lust from my touch, i straddle you as you enter, moaning, arching my back. My head leans back, my eyes closed, i focus every part of me on how your cock feels entering me and filling my pussy. its transcendental, something i know i can never get enough of, even if i live forever. You hold my hips as i ride you cowgirl, letting me set the rhythm, slowly rising and falling, scooping my hips, your cock moving in and out, filling me tight and deep then out again, time slows as I’m lost in feeling this moment.

Finally, i shift my hips back a bit and my clit glides over your cock shaft, i moan again louder, it fills the room, i worry papa will hear, but he is old, he cant hear like he used too. My tummy muscles clench hard and i moan and rock forward, you know me so well, you saw this coming, your fingers are in my hair as i lean forward and you kiss me hard. Your other hand on my breast, toying with my nipple again...

I wake up, I’m back in reality, the dream is over. I’m alone in my bead, breathing fast, my heart racing, my pussy drenched, my lips puckered, my nipples hard, I sigh as the dream fades, happy and sad at the same time, amazed how wonderful the dream was and sad, almost crying its over, i roll to my side and slowly rub my clit as i relive the beach scene. Wishing it was all true, if only it could be, if only master were here...

- love, pamela