Gosh, it's been cold this winter, hasn't it?  There's nothing I like better on a  cold evening than to curl up in the floor leaning back on the floor against my couch in front of a nice warm fire.  One night I got out of a nice hot bath, stayed naked but wrapped up in a fluffy soft blanket so I could feel it all over, gently caressing my skin, and settled down in front of my fire, with a steamy romance novel.  It was an intriguing story of love, passion, conflict and anger and two families at odds and a pair of star crossed lovers.  Sound familiar?  As interesting as it was, I was very warm and comfortable and I felt my eyes begin to get heavy and I slowly lost my concentration...

Suddenly I found myself on a beautiful sandy beach, in the bright hot sunshine, lying on a lounge chair, under a beach umbrella with my book still in my hand.  Beside me was a small table that held a cold, wet glass of some tropical concoction with the standard umbrella in it.  Beside that was the young Latin boy who had delivered my drink.  He was smiling and looking down, for lack of a better word, ogling my body.  I realized that I was topless and in the very tiniest and lowest cut of bikini bottoms and he was enjoying it.  My first response was to cover up but then I thought about it and just let him look.  He did for a moment then wandered off and I went back to my book, and the sound of the waves crashing on the white sand beach, the blue of the sky and darker blue and greens of the ocean and surf.  To the other side was a row of palms off the beach, offering some shade, and the promise of a cool breeze.  There were other  lounge chairs up near the palms and some under them so I decided to move.  I got up, gathered my drink, my book, my cover-up and walked slowly to the trees, feeling the hot breeze caressing the bare skin of my back, my boobs, my legs and thighs and even my butt cheeks as my bikini was a very skinny thong made of only a single course of string up my crack and  slung low across my hips where it tied in bow knots at each side. It was strangely exhilarating to feel my body so exposed in a semi-public place.  I had never done that before.  I settled onto a chaise lounge in the shade  of a group of palms and rested my eyes against the brightness of the sun for a few minutes.

When I opened my eyes I gasped.  Standing quietly in front of me, was a man.  And what a man.  He was tall, slender but not skinny, tight and taut but not overly muscled, a Latin lover, with dark brown eyes, black hair, no hair on his body, and almost all of it was visible.  He wore very low slung trunks, that hung from his hips just begging me for the slight nudge that it would take to make them fall to the ground around his feet.  He was smiling at me with even whit e teeth and when  he saw I was looking he spoke softly, "Good afternoon, senorita,  You are beautiful." 

I think I whispered under my breath, "You are too."  We began to exchange small talk, smiling at each other, and flirting with each other as the sun slowly sank into the ocean.  We moved over to a couple of lounge chairs that were together so we could both sit and talk.  The drink delivery boy made several trips bringing us those tropical fruit numbers with the little paper umbrellas always in them.  Finally we were sitting leaned back close together our arms touching below our shoulders.  I could feel the electricity  flow between us as we giggled at nothing, and every time he talked with his slight accent my heart skipped a beat.  He moved to turn toward me a little, I turned toward him and realized that now my bare breast was lying against his arm.  My breathing began to get deeper as I felt myself tingle all over.  He smiled slightly and leaned into me, his lips gently caressing mine as we had our first kiss.  They continued and deepened as our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance together.  My pulse was racing and my knees trembling  from the sheer excitement of what we were doing and the fact that we were in plain sight of anyone who might want to look, although there were few if any people around.  We moved to be face to face, body to body, his chest pressed to my aching breasts, which were heaving as I gasped for air in my excitement.  I could feel his smooth tan skin on me, his legs intertwining with mine and his heart beating in his chest as mine did in my chest.  We moved slightly together as our passions increased and our bodies tuned themselves to each other.  I couldn't believe I was responding like this to a man I didn't know but it was real and it was definitely happening.  I felt my whole body aching to hold him inside me. 

I felt him reach down to untie the string at my hip that held my tiny bottoms in place.  Once it was undone, so was I.  They came off easily and his hand closed over my sex, his fingers gently caressing me, my little button throbbing as my whole body shook in excitement.  Then I felt his finger gently invade me, finding the warmth and wet softness that awaited him.  For once, he seemed to get a little over excited, and gasped as he quickly pushed his trunks down and slid down in the lounge to kiss his way to my breasts and then down my stomach to my waiting sex.  I trembled even more as his lips caressed my sensitive mound.  I felt warm, then warmer as I responded to his lips and tongue against my fragile skin.

I lay there, my thighs open as his head moved and my hands caressed his hair.  I felt myself quivering inside as he drove me higher.  I felt his lips and tongue against my tender lips and clit, and I felt my whole body tremble as the sensations washed over me like the ocean had done earlier in the day.  My thighs were shaking uncontrollably and I was gasping  with quick shallow breaths as sensation overpowered me.  My nipples were hard and throbbing, and my little pussy was so wet and so sensitive as I felt myself getting hotter, and hotter under his authoritative touch and his eager mouth.  Hotter and hotter, as I felt my whole body seem to levitate off the lounger, hotter and hotter...

as my eyes opened and I found myself back on my floor, under the blanket, in front of the roaring fire, all hot and sweaty, with my book on the floor, forgotten beside me, and my body aching to have my dream man really there, and have him really giving me all that pleasure. 

Oh well, back to the book!