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Tropical Paradise **
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Dream or Reality***
by
Barry R. Long
part 3 of 12 (dream or reality)
I
awoke with an inexplicable burning desire to visit that mystical
shore. After a quick shower and donning a few clothes, I was out
the door and heading straight to lover's beach. By the time I'm
just about there, the desire had reached a fever pitch of
excitement, yet the reason for going was still unknown to me.
As
I came over the sand bank to reveal the beach itself, to my utter
amazement the sand was full of lovely ladies sunning themselves,
several of which acknowledging me with a smile. Some of the ladies
were wearing swim suits and still dripping from their swim.
Standing, toweling their long flowing hair, with the swim suits
they wore turned half transparent, proudly notifying that the
water was indeed cold, proceeded to peel their wet, clingy, swim
suits off themselves and join the sun bathers. Other ladies had
obviously decided to bathe in the sun rather than the water, or
they had gone swimming quite some time ago, as their hair was
perfectly dry and recently brushed, sporting golden tans with no
bikini lines, their curvy bodies absorbing the sunlight with
gratitude. There was yet another group that were playing
volleyball, expressing their nakedness with elegance and grace as
they vied for the ball in turn, diving low for some and jumping
high for others, laughing all the while as the game progressed,
although it seemed no one was keeping score. Then I noticed there
were yet a few more frolicking in the waves, body surfing and
playing tag.
The scene was magical in it's simplicity and
beauty, with an aura of friendship, love, sensuality, and
happiness. How had I known to come ?, not having an explanation, I
put the question to one side and decided to simply enjoy the
experience that was install for me. It was obvious that I was
meant to be here, and that would have to suffice.
One of the
bathers approached me, smiling widely wearing a very curvy, tight
skinned body of olive complexion, her well endowed breasts lightly
bouncing as she walked. Her wavy blonde hair flickering about in
the gentle ocean breeze, her uncovered thigh's exposing the
natural red hair colour she was born to. Resting at the top of her
cleavage was a diamond encrusted pendant in the form of spread
wings. To my surprise she greeted me by name, and welcomed me with
a very sensual embrace, her skin caressing mine in warmth and
desire, sending my heartbeat into double time. After a long
embrace she nibbled my ear and whispered that everyone had to go
for a swim in their clothes before returning to the group, and
strip off for the rest of the day. Thus with a slap to my butt
sent me down to the water. Strolling past everyone I realised my
manhood was very excited, feeling a little self-conscious,
thinking it was a good thing the water was cold.
Reaching the
surf line I made a mad dash into the ocean, and dived into a large
wave. The sudden change in temperature instantly giving me an
ample supply of goose bumps, plus quietening the developments in
my trousers considerably. I was soon joined by six gorgeous ladies
encircling me in laughter and fun making, taking me by the hand
and group body surfing, and water fights. The cold wasn't of any
concern, I was too busy having a marvelous time. After about
quarter of an hour of playing in the waves, one of the ladies, a
brunette, swam up and glided right into me, her face beaming with
an enormous smile. She started kissing me, lightly biting my lower
lip, then engaging in an erotic tongue dance, all the while
brushing her torso over mine, and running her hands all over me as
if on an adventure of discovery. Her rock hard nipples pressed
firmly into my chest almost to the point of discomfort. With her
pelvis also pressing firmly against mine, both our bodies were
moving up and down uncontrollably in the surf.
We were both
smiling immensely as we ventured out of the water to rejoin the
others on the beach. Two of the sun bathers got up and proceeded
to relieve us of the dripping clothes we wore, and towel dry us
both in a patting, dabbing fashion, making sure to dry everything
with care. While drying us rubbing their naked bodies against us
to finish the drying process with flare. The effect of which could
not go unnoticed. They were obviously affected in a similar way as
I could detect the moisture held by their inner thighs as they
rubbed themselves against my now naked skin, and them giving small
flinches of enjoyment when ever the contact was precise.
Hearing
a double hand clap, the lovelies parted to allow entrance of the
blonde beauty that initially greeted me. She held out in front of
her a velvet pillow, upon the pillow a small ornamental chest,
sparkling with rubies and diamonds, set in polished gold. Dropping
to one knee, she spoke a language that was foreign to my ears,
strangely I could hear the words spoken in my own tongue
reverberating inside my head. It was a gift of love from the
princess Diana, of the land of Paradise. And if I were to accept
it with a pure heart, the pendant would glow with approval, thus
allowing us to meet. Instantly I knew the princess and the lady of
the bottle I had found on the night of the storm were one and the
same. The blonde opened the small chest to reveal a pendent
similar to the one that she wore except this one also had a single
large diamond sitting dead center between the wings. Without a
moments hesitation I accepted and bowed my head thus enabling the
pendant to be placed upon me. Standing she draws the pendant from
the chest and places it about my neck. The instant the pendant
fell against my chest, electricity sparked producing a bright
white light. All the lovelies then started chanting “love
long and smile, bless the princess Diana and her stone chosen
lover”. The intensity of the light got such that I had to
close my eyes. Upon opening them, I found myself in my bed at
home, it was the morning of the next day. I realised it must of
been a dream, yet it seemed so real. I became aware of someone
knocking at the door and calling me by name, throwing on my
trousers, I went to investigate.
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Copyright:
Barry R. Long, 9th. April 2004
Published:
www.tardemstudios.co.nz - 11th. April 2004
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