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Cyber-Dreams
 By Slowhand Luke

*All original material and characters herein copyright 1997 by the
author. All rights reserved by the author.*

More quality erotic fiction by Luke and others including Taria, Summer's
Rose, Kim and Cynthia can be found free at:

http://www.slowhand.com/

********************

She awoke to the sound of the sea. Consciousness crept in slowly like the
tide, and she luxuriated in that perfect moment that exists between sleep
and wakefulness. Her body felt vital and alive - all her muscles relaxed
and all her senses heightened. For a long time she lay quite still, as if
fearing that even the slightest movement could break the spell and
evaporate her warm sense of comfort and wellbeing.

The bed beside her was empty, but her lover's shape was still imprinted
on the tumbled sheets. He must have left early and been unwilling to
disturb her. Smiling, she thought of his face, his kind eyes and sexy
mouth. She felt a jolt deep in her loins as her mind threw up an image at
random, of that mouth fastened to her breast, suckling hard whilst his
tongue teased her nipple. A whole string of other pictures, feelings, and
sounds flooded through her awareness, as if triggered by the first. The
sound of her own breath, loud and gasping in her ears. The look of his
eyes, screwed up in concentration as he came. The feeling of his sperm
trickling between her thighs as he fell asleep beside her, his arm thrown
across her body.

She enjoyed the memories for a few minutes, but gradually the need to pee
became stronger than the desire to remain recumbent, and she got up and
wandered into the bathroom, gathering up a robe from the floor as she
went.

When she emerged, the seagulls were calling outside and she wandered out
onto the balcony to look across the beach. The whole flock was way out
over the water, chasing after a fishing boat whose wake sparkled brightly
in the morning sun. The robe was wrapped loosely around her and
she shivered slightly in the cool breeze blowing along the shore.

Returning inside, she grabbed a cool glass of orange juice from the
fridge and went to sit down at her computer. Firing it up, she skipped
quickly past the work applications she had so sincerely intended to spend
time with over her vacation, and flipped instead to the folder containing
her web browser. In seconds, the modem was screeching it's binary welcome
down the line to her local access provider, then it all went quiet and
she was on line. Calling up her bookmark sheet, she selected her
favourite chat room, then entered her handle.

The screen blandly announced her presence:

     Welcome Beachcomber!

A half dozen other messages, sent prior to her arrival, disappeared up
the page. She scanned them quickly, learning that Hard8" was a fuckwitted
wanker, Ron was feeling lonesome, and Shelley (f/23) was either having a
real good time or else was in some very serious pain.

Smiling to herself, she reset the number of lines to 20, enabling to see
more of the previous conversations, then typed her own message:

     Beachcomber: Good morning party people! Are y'all early risers, or
aintcha been to bed yet... to sleep, that is *Grin*

The replies came trickling back:

     Hard8": Early riser? Beachcomber, honey, you know I'm a riser at ANY
time - night or day! Like to PM me this morning?

     Ron: *YAWN* Been up all night, Beachcomber - you m/f?

     Shelley: (f/23) UUURGH! OH! Yeah! Yeah! NO! NONONONONO! ARRRGH! I'm
     CUMMING!

Checking the user list, she was disappointed to see that none of her
other friends were there. Hard8" was OK, but his imagination was severely
limited - almost as bad as Shelley (f/23) seemed to be. No doubt the two
of them would get on well together - probably already were, which would
explain Shelly's outpourings. Someone really ought to show the poor girl
how to send PRIVATE messages to save her blushes. Of course, it was
always possible she liked being watched.

Beachcomber smiled at that thought. She typed again:

     Beachcomber: Shelley - are you just masterbating for the rest of us
to enjoy, or have you got some sneaky partner who hasn't bothered to show
you how to PM?

Shelley replied quickly:

     Private Message from Shelley (f/23): Just showing off a little... Uh
Uh Uh HrrrNNNGPH!
     *giggle*

That about exhausted the possibilities for chat as far as Beachcomber was
concerned. On impulse, she decided to E-mail John at work.

LOVER, she sent, after swithing to her mail server, GIVE IT ALL UP AND
CUM HOME TO ME...
I'M BORED. *KISS*

Before logging off completely, she flicked back to the chatroom. on the
offchance that someone interesting had arrived. A new message intrigued
her.

     Welcome: Don Juan!

An interesting choice of name, she thought, and quickly typed:

     Beachcomber: Anyone tilting at windmills out there?

The reply came:

     Don Juan: Wrong Don Juan, I'm afraid, Beachcomber... *S* I was
thinking more of 'Don Juan de Marcos'

The conversation continued rapidly.

     Beachcomber: *Sly grin* In that case, have YOU ever really loved a
woman?

     Don Juan: *LOL* I haven't made 1502 yet... but I'm working on it!
Are you m/f, Beachcomber?

     Hard8": He's never REALLY loved a woman, Beachcomber, not up the ass
- you need ME for that!

     Beachcomber: I'm all woman, honey... and in search of a little love
right now. You want to swell your total? Or anything else that comes to
mind? *Blows him a kiss*

     Shelley (f/23) Take me, Don Juan! I'm spread wide open, waiting for
you!

     Beachcomber: *mildly* Shut up, Hard.

     Don Juan: *Catches kiss and presses it to his lips. Swirls cape.*
Beachcomber, it would be an honour to make love with you... *Dark eyes
smouldering*

     Hard8": *Meekly* Yes, Beach. Whatever you say. Shutting up right
now. You won't hear another peep out of me. No, not even a little
one!*LOL*

     Don Juan: Shelley, my appologies, but it would be an insult to the
gorgeous Beachcomber if I were to give her any less than my full
attention.... Beachcomber, tell me how you are looking tonight...

     Beachcomber: I'm not sure about the 'honour', DJ - but I certainly
hope it will be a PLEASURE! *S*

As the last message from Don Juan appeared, Beachcomber paused to
consider... what should she tell him? It was fun sometimes to beguile
them with impossible fantasies, but this guy seemed more genuine than
most and unlikely to be impressed by a lie. And besides, it was even more
fun to think of him fantasising over HER! She decided to tell him the
truth.

     Beachcomber: Well... I'm about 5'6" tall, with long, curly dark
hair. I'm 31 years old with luscious blue eyes and a build that has been
described (recently!) as 'shapely'. I'm dressed in a soft white bathrobe,
tied with a long belt...and underneath - well, you'll have to find that
out for yourself... PS I'm a little dishevelled right now, having only
just crawled out of bed!

     Shelley (f/23) *Humph* Suit yourself, Don 'daftass' Juan - you don
know what your missing. Wanna play, hard8? PM me.

The line was silent for a while as Hard8" and Shelley (f/23) slipped into
PM land. Beachcomber updated several times, wondering if her new lover
had left her, before his next message arrived.

     Don Juan Beachcomber, your face and body delight me *shiver* I
tremble in anticipation of our love. I am 23 years old, but I hope you
will not let this discourage you... I adore older women - they are so
sensual and alive.

     I am 5'11", slim with a youthful physique. I have dark hair and
smouldering eyes. I am dressed in belted black trousers, a black shirt
and black calf boots. I also wear a cape.... guess what? Black.

     *Takes your hand and kisses your fingers* Let me share pleasure with
you...

She typed quickly:

     Beachcomber: *Shivers in response, then pulls you to your feet*
*Deep kiss, running hands over your chest* Undress me!

     Don Juan: Loosening your belt, I open your bathrobe, pulling it down
from your shoulders, then leaning forward to kiss the exposed flesh. Then
I stand back to admire you... what do I see?

     Beachcomber: My creamy white breasts are pushed forward within a
midnight blue bra, which complements my eyes. A matching pair of knickers
hide my secret flesh. All of my skin is smooth and soft... there is a
sense of yielding ripeness to my body. I use the space you have made
between us to reach out and unfasten your shirt...

     Don Juan: As you work my buttons, I raise my hands to your breasts,
feeling them and testing their weight. The smooth silky material of your
bra feels good under my fingers, and I can just discern the texture of
your nipples as they begin respond to my touch. As you reach the last
button, I shrug out of the shirt and reach behind to unclip you

     Beachcomber: *soft moan* MMmm, yes... free my breasts. I want you to
suck on them, close your lips around them and make me feel good.

     Don Juan: Nuzzling and kissing your neck, I remove your bra
completely, letting it fall to the floor by your robe. My hands slip
round to hold your full, rounded breasts once more, and my tongue dances
downwards to circle your left nipple - teasing, coming close, but never
quite making contact.

This was starting to sound good. Easing her robe open, the Beachcomber
began to caress her own breast, her hand imitating the actions Don Juan
described. With the other hand, she typed:

     Beachcomber: Holding your head to my breast with one hand, I try to
guide your mouth to my nipple - at the same time, my other hand reaches
down and unfastens your belt. I start to unzip you.

     Don Juan: I shift my hips back to assist you, and my shaft springs
free. It feels warm and alive and throbs slightly in your hand. My mouth
moves across to finally engulf your nipple, my soft tongue caressing your
skin as I begin to suckle gently.

     Beachcomber: That feels NICE... My hand moves on your shaft, holding
you firmly but softly. My fingers curl underneath to touch your balls.

     Don Juan: *Groans* MMmm.. *Backs off* Let me get rid of these...
*drops pants and steps out of them, leaving boots behind. Cape rustles to
the floor* I take your hand and lead you to my bed...

     Beachcomber: I come willingly, following close behind you, but when
we get there, I skip ahead and lean forward across the bed, presenting
you with my silk-clad behind.

     Don Juan: Standing close behind you, I press my hardness into you
through the silk of your panties. I am exited now, and a little moisture
oozes from me, increasing the size of the wet patch that is already
there...

Smiling to herself, the Beachcomber allowed her hand to drift down from
her breast, to press into the gusset of her panties, imagining the feel
of this handsome, enigmatic stranger's knob pressing there instead. He
was right - there was a wet patch, and she moaned, spreading her legs a
little to touch herself more easily. As she typed her next message, she
was unaware of the door opening downstairs.

     Beachcomber: MMMmm... I wriggle my ass backward, making your cock
butt against my pussy through the single layer of damp silk that
separates us... 'Take them off,' I gasp.

     Don Juan: I lean forward to kiss your neck, grinding my hips hard
against you from behind. Then I hook my fingers into the waistband of
your knickers, and lean back once more as I draw them slowly past your
hips and thighs before letting them drop to the floor...

Shifting her hips, the Beachcomber pushed the gusset of her knickers
aside, in too much of a hurry to bother removing them. Her questing
fingers stroked along her wet opening, then settled on the
hood of her clit, making her shiver with the tiniest of melting climaxes.
Outside of her awareness, the door behind her opened.

     Beachcomber: I lean even further forward, spreading my legs to let
you see the secrets you have uncovered. My labia are thick, swollen with
the blood that is rushing through them, and my clitoris pops out from
under its hood of its own accord. I am glistening with moisture, and
the aroma of my sex wafts up to fill your nostrils.

     Don Juan: I stand behind you a moment, placing my hands on your
buttocks and pulling them gently apart, the better to admire the sight
with which you gift me... I inhale deeply - the smell of you is a heady
drug which intoxicates me. Then I kneel, slowly, reverently, and place
my tongue precisely on your centre of pleasure.

A sudden movement behind her brought the Beachcomber back to her senses.
John was there. She turned just in time to see his pants join his shirt
on the floor, then, with a smile he ducked beneath the workstation. Two
hands now free, she felt his tongue run the length of her slit as she
typed her response.

     Beachcomber: MMMmmm! Oh! I wriggle my ass once more, pressing back
into your face. That feels SO good! Stroke my bum while you lick me. But
not for too long - I don't know how much longer I can wait to feel you
inside me.

John's tongue moved in her pussy with vigorous excitement, lapping up the
juices that were now flowing freely from her. He even turned his head to
kiss her thighs and lick the juices from them. She moaned, waiting
eagerly for Don Juan's response.

     Don Juan: I taste you, kissing all around your sweet entrance,
delighting in your flavour, before pushing my tongue deep inside you. I
withdraw it slowly, then push back in rhythmically, bringing one finger
up at the same time to stroke your clit. My touch is featherlight and
teasing - too good to want me to stop, but never quite enough to make you
cum.

The thought aroused her further, and she bucked her hips forward onto
John's tongue, sneaking one hand down at the same time to rub furiously
at her clit. The other continued her conversation.

     Beachcomber: I reach back and take hold of your head, pulling you up
by your hair until you are leaning right over me. My other hand slides
between my legs, grabs your prick and guides your cock head to my pussy.
I rub it a couple of times across the gaping entrance,then slide you in
and wait for your response.

     Don Juan: Taking hold of your hips, I pull you back onto me as I
feed my whole length into you in one slow, smooth stroke. I grind my hips
against you, moving them in a deliciously erotic circle. Then I withdraw
and start to pump in earnest... I would prefer to be restrained and
sensual, but I'm too excited now, and I thrust deep and hard.

John's tongue had withdrawn now and he was busy feeding as many fingers
into her as would fit. Once inside, he curled them up, crossing and
uncrossing them to expand the soft walls of her pussy in directions she
wouldn't have believed possible. She pressed her thighs in hard against
his head as another climax shook her. She managed one last message before
losing control completely.

     Beachcomber: Oh yes, that's just what I need. OOOOH! I'm so wet for
you, I NEED YOU. God, that's good - fill me up hard and deep I - I - I'm
CUMMING!!

With that, she stood, knocking her chair out of the way, and drew John up
from under the workstation, kissed him deeply, then manouevered him
behind her as she placed both hands on the workstation and lent forward
towards the screen. Don Juan's last message appeared even as John's
nimble fingers spread her wide open before nudging his thick cockhead
into her.

     Don Juan: Feeling your muscles clench around me, I lean forward and
squueze your breasts as you cum, twirling the nipples between thumb and
fore finger. I can feel my own passion rising as you buck and writhe on
my cock. A few more strokes is all it takes to send streaming ribbons of
cum flying up inside you... I groan out loud and call your name, pump a
few more times, then collapse, resting my weight on top of you...

As she read it, and imagined the feel of her cyber-lover's body on top of
her own, the pressure of John's cock moving inside her made her insides
seem to churn and a sublime, melting climax engulfed her. Her knees
buckled and she was supported only by her arms, and by John's hands on
her hips. Her internal muscles flexed wildly and she felt the entrance to
her womb being butted by the force of John's stroke, and as he came, she
was sure she could feel those streaming ribbons of cum shooting up inside
her.

'Oh god,' she murmured, her face and chest flushed a bright strawberry
pink, 'that was SOOoo
good... Oh God, oh Don!'

END
Cyber Dreams By Slowhand Luke
slowhand@dial.pipex.com

*******************************

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