Fuzzy Dreams Come True

Thursday, July 3, 2014

I woke up from a fuzzy dream this morning that made me laugh and struck me as strange: I dreamt that my good old friend Rubin and I had sex, not once but three times, in the span of a day, in various guises, positions, and temperaments. We were of course, having lots of fun, laughing and carrying on as two old friends do but there was an intensity to the passion of each of our encounters. There was a strong sense of desire and lust for each other that isn't usually there between two old friends. Mix that with familiarity, and the feeling is one of something akin to love. I couldn't shake the intensity of his dream eyes, staring and piercing into the core of me at the moment of deliverance, the final image left on my mental dream screen. 

Later in the day, I actually had to speak to Rubin and I mentioned my morning dream to him. We had a real good laugh over it! Afterward, I found myself wondering why such an intense dream about a good friend had to play itself out in the way it did.  Could it just be that I was missing my friend after having spent a wonderful two days with him and his husband just last week-end? 
Could it be that some emotional representation in the dream form of Rubin was telling me something in the esoteric way that dreams often do? Could I still be fantasizing the one and only real life sexual encounter between Rubin and I sixteen years ago (before I had lady parts)?  Back then, we had an explosive three way with a very well hung and handsome "daddy" in a gay bathhouse who took turns penetrating both of us, our teen asses up for his taking while we kissed each other, whispered moans and promises of keeping this a special secret of our youth, while actually enjoying our young bodies and our budding sexual maturity together, forging a bond of brotherhood that still lasts between us.

Hours later and completely putting the details of my dream aside and letting the day take over, I was walking down Wilshire Blvd past the Beverly Wilshire Hotel to meet a friend for a late lunch. I see a guy sitting full face in the direct sun, his head slightly down looking at a tablet. 
"He looks familiar..?" I say to myself as I quickly and secretly check him out. I make a mental note of him and keep walking. After my quick lunch date, I proceed back to my place, walking again down Wilshire, past the hotel. 
The same handsome man is now sitting facing my direction, back to the sun. I see him and try to check him out, this time the sun in my eyes. I squint from the glare as I look in his direction. 
He waves at me to get my attention and asks me, "other than this place here, where is a nice place nearby to have a drink?" He has an accent, Spanish. Very nice. "My goodness, he looks like Rubin!" I think to myself. Caught off guard not by his question but by the similarities of him and my friend, I try to answer as succintly as I can. 
"You can't do any better than here. There is also another nice hotel bar lounge a block up Rodeo Drive," I answer and point north toward the street I mention. 
"Is that where we're going then? For a drink together?" He answers. Assertive and confident, double nice. His sexy accent starts to work on me. 
"I may be a little under dressed for a drink with you there right now," I say. 
He replies, "You look perfect. You have such beautiful eyes! It is them I'll be looking at, and your lips as you sip your drink, and your smile as we talk and get to know each other, not your dress, which is very nice. My name is Rodrigo. You are?" 
"M. Very nice to meet you Rodrigo.  You look very much like a friend of mine, you could be twins!" I say. 
"Oh really?," he asks. 
I answer, "Yes. The resemblance...uncanny. Shall I just join you here or are you just chatting me up?" I coyly reply. 
"Wait, I will exit and come out to you," Rodrigo says. He gets up and takes his bag and table check and walks off. 

I have just mere moments to decide what to do next. As a modern girl, it's not unusual to have some strange, good looking man chat you up. Most times, these things lead to just small talk and a quick "nice to meet you" and I'm on my way. Rodrigo was a man of action, no doubt. Add to that, his face: the same deep set blue eyes, slim nose, full-lipped mouth, milky complexion, and, if he had a full head of dark hair instead of an all over close crop buzz cut, he really could have been Rubin. Except, more masculine, taller, decidely "straight", and Spanish. He had the right formula: tall, dark, handsome, and foreign. I decided then, what the hell, have a drink with this man. It's 4:30pm, one drink is fine. 

He comes out towards me. Smartly dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy blue slim trousers, I take in his physique. Tall, broad shoulders, an outline of muscles in his shoulders and arms and legs from some sort of athleticism, slim waist, tan leather belt which matched his shoes, both Gucci. Silver Rolex watch, a wedding band on his right hand. My moral compass reflects on his wedding band for a split second but the libertine in me quickly dismisses it. It's just drinks, and we both know through subtle hints, it is an innocent enough situation about to occur that will allow us to believe everything that could possibly transpire after a drink or two was all because of the "moment". I give way to this falsehood, and we walk north on Rodeo Drive toward the hotel lounge at the Luxe. 

As we walk, we chat a little. I find out he is from Buenos Aires, Argentina, here in town on business. He works in film. I tell him that I work in fashion and that I'm also an artist/writer. He comments on the perfect fit of my dress, noticing it is Lanvin. Impressive, a man who knows style. He comments on my wild and sexy curly hair. It blows in the wind as we walk up to the hotel and enter the doors. 
"The lounge is upstairs, on the roof. There is a lovely view of Los Angeles, which I think you'll like. Come," I say and push the button to call the elevator. 
We get in. He stands on my left and slightly behind me. He puts his hand on my right shoulder, softly touching the skin exposed by my sleeveless dress with his full hand, then his index finger. He stops short. Already, electricity moves down my body. The seduction has begun. 
The elevator operator announces we've arrived, and wishes us a good afternoon. "I'm sure it's going to be," I say to him, and wink as we exit. 

We enter the lounge, the hostess escorting us to a table for two, "for aperetifs" Rodrigo says to her. We are seated at a table with a view over Rodeo Drive and west toward the direction of the Pacific Ocean. "It is a lovely view," Rodrigo says, "but you in front of me is even lovelier" he finishes. The waiter comes to us and Rodrigo orders two champagnes. My favorite! Our drinks come and we toast, "to a beautiful afternoon in Los Angeles," I say, our glasses clinking and pressing to our lips as we sip the first taste of the bubbles. 
"I was watching you walk toward me earlier and pretended to not see you and looked down. You are a confident walker, like a cat," he reveals to me. 
"You must have caught me checking you out then? Because I was. I was trying to be sly about it!" I say. 
"No, but when I turned to not be in the sun and you were walking past again, I did notice," he says. 
"The sun was in my eyes then! I was squinting and trying to not be obvious! Was I? I must have looked silly, " I laughingly say. 
"No, it was endearing. I had to get your attention then, I had to know you," he says. 
"Well, here we are, getting to know one another," I say seductively. 
I take another sip, and place my glass down. He takes the opportunity to touch and caress my hand. I respond and caress his. Our eyes gaze into each other. I can't shake the fact that he looks so much like Rubin. I ponder on my dream, thinking perhaps it was a premonition of some sort. Stranger things have happened. 

We talk some more, and flirt even more. I find out about his life in Argentina, more about his work. He does the same with me. He sidles closer to me. "I want to take you to my room and show you something," he whispers to me. "I'm sure I know. Yo sabes, si..," I reply. "Ah, tu no sabes que..," he answers. In his native tongue, it sounds like the language of love. I want to hear more. "Are you staying at the other hotel?" I ask. He answers yes, "And a difficult walk back there for me how I am now," indicating his excited nature. I motion for the waiter, and ask him to bring us another round, with the idea that I'd let Rodrigo cool off a little before we walk back down the street. 

We enjoy our second drink standing up looking at the view and the street below. Rodrigo is behind me most of the time. I can feel his swollen excitement against me when he presses close. I subtly lean into it a few times, teasing him just a little. I point down to a yellow Rolls Royce driving up the street. "That belongs to a man called Bijan, who has a boutique right here. It's a bit garish and loud, isn't it?," I say. Rodrigo laughs. I turn toward him and knowing this seduction has come to a turning point, begin to explain to him that I am not like "other girls". He stops me with a finger to my lips and says, "You are what I like. I like a woman who is...different." He moves his hands along the sides of my figure, to my small hips. He rests his hands there, holding the small of my waist. Looking into my eyes, he says it is time to go. He leans forward as if to put his lips on mine. My lips in anticipation, slightly part. He intentionally dives  away and smells my perfumed neck. I lean back a little, and close my eyes for a mere second. Excitement rolls through me. I am caught, and he knows it. 

Our short walk back to the Beverly Wilshire was the longest walk ever. We sidle close to each other, play at holding hands, coyly touch each others arms and hips and diverge away from each other, a walk of pure seduction. We enter the hotel and go to the elevator. If there wasn't an elevator operator in the car with us, I'm sure we would have started undressing and caressing then but we refrain and wait until we get to the sitting room of his suite. 

There, in the privacy of his lavish quarters, the seduction that began a couple of hours ago comes to full fruition. Rodrigo spends no time at waste, pressing against me, and kissing my neck. I lean back and let him nibble away. My hands move all over him, finally getting to feel his sexy athlectic litghly hairy body. I unbutton his shirt, he unzips my dress. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, he pulls my dress down. Our clothes fall away quickly. Our hands move all over the place as our lips kiss together and part, kissing down each other's necks and face. Our passion is at full speed. Our eyes constantly meet. The fuzzy dream I had this morning begins to fade and blend with this moment. It was a premonition, no question about it now. The Rubin in my dream is now realized as Rodrigo. I smile at the thought of it, and thank my intuition for the psychic preparation. 

With just our underclothes on, Rodrigo leads me from the sitting room to the bedroom. He lifts me and places me on the bed, plush pillows under my head, with my wild curly hair everywhere. I still have my heels on. He makes no move to take them off, as he pulls down my panties. I unhinge my bra, my small breasts now free. He suckles my right nipple, one of my weak spots. He bites it too. I moan. He pinches the left one at the same time. More moans. He brings his face to mine, kissing me deeply and placing his body on mine. I pull down his briefs, exposing his hard and thick uncut cock. I touch and squeeze it, tiny gobs of juice escape from it. It is so hard and so thick. I kiss him back deeply, relishing the joyful taste of his mouth and the excitement of his cock pressing on my body. He runs his fingers through my hair, his hand on my neck, his lips on mine. His weight bearing on me, I move under him. He writhes on top. I wrap my legs around him. He rubs my thighs and hips and wraps my long legs around him further. He reaches under and cups my buttocks. I arch up to feel him press against me more. Our eyes met and part and meet again. Our dance is fast and furious and we're both lost in its wild, ecstatic tango. 

He rolls me on top of him and pulls my breasts toward his mouth. He suckles and bites my nipples, at first softly and then more urgently. He then starts to bite them. I moan loudly and urge him on. He alternates from sucking to nibbling to biting and I don't stop him. If feels so good and hurts so good at the same time. My entire body urges him on with moans and yelps of pleasure. I reach down and back and stroke his hard cock. I can feel his excitement and can feel his heart beating through the throbbing pulses his cock jolts as I'm stroking him. More juice escapes from it. He finds my spot and feels the wetness there. He puts his fingers inside of me, feeling me from inside. His fingers are covered with my juices and he uses it to play in and around my yoni. I feel myself coming up to a high and fight myself to fall back down. He knows what he's doing to me and continues. More moans of delight escape me between his hard kisses. 

He rolls me onto my back again, with him back on top. He pushes my hands firmly down above my head. My breasts are exposed, my body there for him to take. He looks straight at me, those blue eyes driving deep into me and says "I want to torment you with passion. This is what I wanted to show you here," and dives down to my breasts again and bites them hard. I wince but relish the pain until it turns pleasing. He licks my nipples gently but goes back to biting them hard. Again, I crest and fall. My yoni is wet and slick. He is still holding me down. I playful fight against him but he holds me down stronger, all with one hand. His other is at my yoni, fingering it deliciously. In and out and all around his fingers go. "You are so wet, bebita" he says as he sweetly bangs away at me. Wishing I could stroke his throbing cock but can't because my arms are down, I try with my feet to touch his cock. He spanks my leg back down. I obey. 

Rodrigo fingers me and bites my breasts still, and moves from them to my neck, where he also nibbles then bites hard. He moves to my ears, another weak spot, and licks them. I writhe more. He goes back to biting my neck, intent on taking a bite. What should hurt only brings pleasure. He moves toward my armpit and bites the breast muscles there. I have never been bitten there before. It feels so good! He nibbles and bites more, intent on actually eating a piece of me. I struggle against him but it is futile. He releases his hold on my arms and I quickly move my hand to his cock. I stroke it and play with it. I ache to taste it but he stays on top of me, kissing me while I pleasure him with my hand. He fingers me still, and then grabs his own cock and spanks my mound with it. I feel his heat there and I arch to invite him in. He spanks my slit again and rubs himself against it. I ache for it and we kiss deeply. 

I move my yoni away slightly as we kiss. "Let me get..." I whisper and he knowingly says " I have some here," and reaches to the nightstand and opens the drawer. He pulls out a string of three Magnums, that familiar gold wrapper shining. He opens one and gives it to me. I unroll it onto him, and it fits like a perfect glove. He goes back to knocking on my door again, and I arch and open, letting him in. His heat collides with mine. It is an inferno between us. He drives himself in full, and his girth is haughty but I open to take it. His pulls almost out and drives in deep and hard again. I yearn to take him. My wetness grows and I feel myself slick as he begins to drive in and out at an assertive speed. We're kissing passionately. Our eyes meet and we smile at each other. I wrap my legs around his manly body as he fucks into me. We moan together in pleasure. Rodrigo hasn't ignored my nipples or any of my other soft spots, continuing to work them over as he fucks me. There is nothing I feel except heightened, intense pleasure. 

We change position, with him behind me. I arch my body down but he raises me up as he torments my nipples. I have no choice but to come up. He hungrily bites my neck at the same time. I wrap my arms around him, he bites my arms and neck and my back, rough deep bites. He pummels into me as he does this. By this time I have cum twice. 
He pushes my head down and pulls himself out of me. I turn to face him and say "Oh please Papi, put yourself back inside me! Please?"
 "You want? Tu quieres, bebita? Si?" he says. He touches the entry point and leans in but pulls back saying, "Are you sure?" 
"Yes, I am!" I moan. He puts the head in and slowly enters. I open for him. He pulls out again and asks me again if it is him that I want. He's tormenting me further, I know. I moan and sigh an emphatic yes. He drives full stop into me. I swallow him. He pulls out again fully and drives back in again with the same force. My eyes roll into the back of my head, blood rushing all over me sending heat to all parts of my body. He grabs my hips and drives in and out of me. I let him take my body on a ride. "Use me to make your self feel good, Papi. Yes!" I cry out. He does just that, as if he is ignoring me and rides me hard and deep. Our bodies slap hard against each other. I count the "thump-pound-thump" of the bed with his thrusts, 45 and counting. 

At around 72, he drives into me deep and pauses. He pulls out and flips me over, back onto my back. He parts my legs and enters me deeply. He cups my buttocks from underneath to tilt me up and puts his mouth to my breasts, biting very hard as he thrusts into my slickness. His rhythm grows as do his thrusts. I relax into his thrusts and enjoy his ardent motion. I feel him grow more solid and thick and know the moment is coming. He comes up and kisses me deeply, pressing his body onto me. As I pulse and milk him and come to my own final climax, I feel his cock begin to throb its final measures. We look into each others eyes and I feel him pulse inside me, volleys of joy exploding into the condom. We smile at the moment of our shared crescendo, and kiss again as we give into its fall. 

Spent and happy, Rodrigo looks down at me. Our eyes meet and there is that sexy smile, much like, if not the same as, the final moment of this morning's dreamscape. Both moments come forward into my mind and blend again. I smile back at him, knowing for sure that yes, it was a premonition, definitely. I secretly thank my intuition again for its prescience and relish in knowing that fuzzy dreams do come true. 

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