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Storm Lover; A Fantasy  

hotdreamer1000 60M
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10/18/2006 11:36 am

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Storm Lover; A Fantasy


It was a warm, almost sultry October afternoon. I was walking past the river cafe when I heard a soft voice behind me:
"Dreamer.."
I didn't register for a moment...Dreamer is not my real name. Then it hit me. American accent.
I turned and there she was. And she was beautiful. Just like she said; not beautiful like Elle or Angelina, but striking, and she glowed, and she knew what she wanted. For a moment I thought I was dreaming.
"How...?"
"It wasn't that hard," she said smiling, "I knew the town, and like you said there are people here who know you. Once I'd worked out that clue you gave me I asked around and the rest kind of fell into place."
I was still in a trance.
"I've come to visit, is that ok?"
She was wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt, with a little linen jacket over the shoulders. Her skin was like polished oak and her eyes shone with excitment. I knew I was staring at her as if she had no clothes on but she just stood there and let me look. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders and set off the curve of her breasts. It was Stormlover.
"Can we sit and have coffee?" she asked, breaking the spell.
"Yeah...yes," I stammered, and we sat at a table outside and began to talk. We talked hours, about how she had found me, about how she had just had to jump on a plane but had guessed I would back out if I knew she was coming, and then about our lives, the universe, everything, and who we really were. And all the time I kept staring, soaking her in. I'm over forty and in the words of Peter Green I've seen lots of pretty girls, but I felt like Bobby Goldsboro singing "Summer the First Time."
It didn't seem long, but the autumn sun had fallen low behind the church and a wind was picking up. Her hair blew across her face and I looked up. The sky was heavy, and just then a big raindrop slashed across my face.
"Come on," I said, "we'd better move."
I led her along the river and cut through the edge of town. As we reached my road the sky crashed open and we were instantly soaked through.
I didn't need to ask her if she could run. We flew down the street and into my house dripping on the floor and gasping for breath. Suddenly there was a different spell, one I couldn't break with words. I took her hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom, but that was the last of the leading I was to do for the rest of the night.
She threw back the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed. Her wet nipples showed hard through the T-shirt, and she peeled it off, then wriggled out of her jeans and pulled the duvet round her as I took off my own clothes. We lay together a little, warming our bodies, and I buried my face in her hair. She smelled of perfume mixed with skin and woodsmoke. Her hand began to wander over my skin and I returned the caress, running the back of my fingers down her cheek and brushing them over her nipples.
She gasped softly as I took one between my lips and touched it with the tip of my tongue.
"Don't forget this," she said, lifting my face to hers, and she pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue slipping over my teeth. It was the first time we had kissed. I responded with my own tongue, feeling heat flood through me. The wind was rising outside and rain thrashed against the windows. A flash split the evening halflight, and a second later there was a heavy bang of thunder and I instinctively flinched.
"It's ok," breathed Stormlover, looking into my eyes. The calm in the room seemed intensified by the fury of the rain outside, but there was a storm building in me too.
She turned her body so that her breast hung over my lips and took my nipple lightly between her teeth.
"Aaaahh," I groaned, and I arched my back to feel more of her against me. My lips returned to her breast, mirroring hers on mine, and we teased and released each other in unison, each following the others lead. I pinched her other nipple in my fingers and she moaned again.
"Oh Dreamer," she gasped, "I want to wait but I don't think I can."
She slid lower, kissing my belly. I licked against hers and wrapped my arms around her. My cock was in her mouth, but before I could begin to lick at her clit she swivelled back round so I couldn't reach her.
"Not yet," she said smiling, before sliding her lips back over me and flicking her tongue across the underside where the skin is most sensitive. It was like a rush of electric shocks. The lightning flashed again and she looked at me and shuddered as the thunder rolled. It was as if she was getting off on the storm.
"Come for me dreamer," she whispered, reaching up for my nipples with both hands. I felt as if all the parts of me she was touching were connected together and there was a connection in our minds as well. I gave myself up to her tongue and her fingers. Her breasts lay between my knees, brushing my thighs as she moved, and a swell was building in my chest and between my hips. She brushed back her hair and looked up at me so I could see her face. Her eyes were smiling; she knew I was coming and she was in complete control. An electric charge began to spread through me, building like a storm cloud about to break, then I crashed over into an orgasm, pumping again and again, filling her from inside me as if I could make us into one.
She stayed with me as my storm subsided, she gently caressed me with her tongue and lips until all that was left was a tingle of afterglow, then slid back up my body, her warmth covering my chest. Her hair fell over my face and she kissed me again, softer this time. She tasted salty and sweet, and I felt heat rising again in my heart.
"Stormlover..."
"Mmmm?" she replied.
"I need to do that for you."
"I know you do, Dreamer; there's time."

My fantasy continued, but like Stormlover says...There's plenty of time.

sassicat 55F

10/19/2006 3:11 am



i bow to you lover..........delicious

when you see a chance, dig your spurs in and ride


hotdreamer1000 60M
11652 posts
10/19/2006 3:06 pm

    Quoting  :

Thankyou Romantic. My problem, part of what I hinted at on your blog, is that I have quite a few of those kind of memories in the recesses of my mind and sometimes they haunt me rather. Part of starting this blog is that I think knowing people like you are reading them may help me to gain perspective on my memories. Some day, I am putting it off, I am going to have to write about "The Lioness," and I am frightened it will be too painful. (If I get it right it may also be highly erotic!) Right now I am having trouble getting Stormlover out of my head, and she is just a fantasy... I think....


stormyonegood 66F

10/24/2006 4:55 pm

Mmmmmmmm.....very nice....I like the name....BTW..Hello...first time here....


hotdreamer1000 60M
11652 posts
10/25/2006 3:47 am

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. I saw your post on Partygirl's blog, and I wondered if you'd like my dreamlover's name if you came to read!


hotdreamer1000 60M
11652 posts
12/20/2006 8:27 pm

    Quoting  :

There is a cafe in my town called ________ (!) It's not actually on the river, but a nice little street just off the main centre, a short walk along the river from my house. I imagine I am just walking up to the door when I notice someone sitting at a table outside. She looks familiar, and as I catch her eye she says "Dreamer," rolling the r in my name as only an American can. She may not be as close to Stormlover as it is possible to get, because Stormlover is a dream, a fantasy. And she may not necessarily get turned on by being in a storm, which is a good thing, because we don't get many here. And the likelihood is that the trip will have been pre-arranged if it happens at all, because who would fly the Atlantic even to meet me, without letting me know they were coming! But if ever she ever makes that trip, and we meet it's sure going to be exciting. And if it ends up like in the story........WOW!


hotdreamer1000 60M
11652 posts
1/10/2007 7:35 am

    Quoting  :

That happens to me all the time. It was a dream that led to a fantasy which took on a life of it's own that prompted my recent "You are in my thoughts again" post.


amakamaria 40F

2/28/2009 2:53 am

I feel like a spy.... A voyeur so to speak... That was a hot post... But whats wrong with getting turned on by storms!?! Granted, the way you wrote your fantasy is much more intimate than passionate love making in the rain! The other funny thing was from the "dreams" name I was half wondering if you knew Stormy, and I see from your comments she visited ya... Shes a sweety... Anyway, I probably should be off to bed and not lurking around in the basements... It is amazing how times change, how people change and how our stories change... I wonder if I went back into my basement and read my old comments and posts what words of wisdom I would have for the girl that wrote them, not that long ago, but yet liteyears ago... Oh dear I am really just babbling on your blog. And it has NOTHING to do with your post... I really must just go to bed...
night night dreamer



"We believe what we experience, but we often forget that we experience what we believe."


hotdreamer1000 60M
11652 posts
3/3/2009 4:17 pm

    Quoting amakamaria:
    I feel like a spy.... A voyeur so to speak... That was a hot post... But whats wrong with getting turned on by storms!?! Granted, the way you wrote your fantasy is much more intimate than passionate love making in the rain! The other funny thing was from the "dreams" name I was half wondering if you knew Stormy, and I see from your comments she visited ya... Shes a sweety... Anyway, I probably should be off to bed and not lurking around in the basements... It is amazing how times change, how people change and how our stories change... I wonder if I went back into my basement and read my old comments and posts what words of wisdom I would have for the girl that wrote them, not that long ago, but yet liteyears ago... Oh dear I am really just babbling on your blog. And it has NOTHING to do with your post... I really must just go to bed...
    night night dreamer
What a sweet comment this is! Yeah it was a hot post wasn't it! I haven't read this one for ages. I was just finding my way on the blogs and this was a way of exploring some "what ifs" I think. Stormy's visit here was oure coincedence -vthe post wasn't inspired by her, in fact I think she said she came to look just because she saw the title.

Also very interesting to see the early interaction here between me and a blogger who was later to become very inspirational of future posts, lol.


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