Tara Tainton

A Much Needed Climax

Written by Tara Tainton

Sunday, 23 September 2007 00:00

A heated dream lingers for hours, then days. A steamy scene packed tightly with all the anticipation one can stand sticks with you long past the mere moments it plays out in your mind in seductive shadows and morphing images. Your subconscious knows how to push your every button.

And my one and only recurring dream continues to heat up my nights and leave me longing in the mornings. I want more, so much more. I want resolution. I want a goddamn climax from the dream theme that's been stirring my libido for over a decade, teasing me with arousing situations, intense but silent communication with my lover, and never so much as a sexual touch.

This time, the face and body of J-, my first love and teenage crush appeared when I least expected him. And my previous teenage self responded with every fiber in her body.

I was at a military function of some sort, some outside gathering taking advantage of the afternoon sunlight. Everyone was dressed in their applicable uniform or garden party gowns. Including my 16-year-old self. My budding body walked in a flowing white gown reminiscent of the 70s flower girl era I was born into. My hair was long, reaching down to the top of my ass and topped with long bangs.

I belonged there because of my own military affiliations, my Freshman year as a JROTC cadet perhaps. And he was there for something similar, some junior high school military program, just as all of us military dependents seemed to fall into.

I simply walked, my almost transparent gown billowing all around me, from the public building and towards the rash of tables covered in white tablecloths and surrounded by joyful guests. And something caught my attention within the view from the corner of my eye. I turned, looked behind me at the second gathering near a cluster of trees on the other side of the building, and I saw him standing there, clear as day.

His young, broad shoulders held up his one-piece flight suit beautifully. The olive green material pressed against his lean body flatly, making one long and straight line from his neck to his ankles. His dark hair framed his olive skinned and almost cherubic face; it was growing long, threatening the guidelines of regulation. And his small dark eyes pierced the distance, somehow beaming directly at me.

I turned with a blush. My heart began to beat at a surprisingly fast pace. I couldn't believe he was there. Couldn't believe my luck. I spent the time, after returning to my table and friends, plotting an excuse for at least passing through that other party, the one J- happened to be in.

Instead, a highly decorated officer in uniform approached my table, addressed me, and stated that my presence was requested at his commanding officer's table within the other gathering. When I arrived at my new table, flustered, curious, and totally speechless, I found J- sitting to the left of the officer who'd invited me and who further explained that he greatly admired J- and the conversation between the two of them had led to the mention of me.

My dream ended, as this particular continuing saga always does, with J- and I eyeing each other at a relative distance, saying so much with our glances or stares, almost able to feel the rising heat of the other's body... and never ever having the time or chance to carry out what our minds are imagining during every moment we're in each other's presence.

But I want more. And this time, I'm carrying out the experience to where I've always hoped my dreams, at least, would lead us. I've been waiting for years. I insist on full satisfaction.. at least in fantasy.

I simply excuse myself from the table and my host, don't even acknowledge J-'s presence across from me as I've done such a good job of all afternoon, and begin a path leading me through the group of trees nestled beside the party. I'm enjoying the walk, slowly stepping, and finally free of that tense and unnerving etiquette required at the table full of important people. And I can let go of pretending that I don't feel for J- what I do feel for him, that I'm not picturing his bare body beneath that flight suit while those high-ranking men around me are in mid-sentence and believe they have my full attention.

And then, I feel a firm hand at my waist, reaching for me from behind, unexpected in that moment but very much anticipated. I turn around to face the firm, masculine chest I've dreamed of touching and look up to see those familiar eyes staring affectionately down at me. We both smirk, nervous and shy as always, yet somehow silently admitting the grown up thoughts we're both thinking.

I look at his chest before me again; it's right there within reach of my hot breath. Without asking, without giving notice, I reach up for the zipper at the top of his suit, and pull it down towards me.

It slides down easily, opening his uniform to reveal a completely bare and sun-kissed chest, the very vision of my teenage fantasies. My other hands reaches up to rest flatly on his breast, feeling the pertness of his nipple against my palm. My body instantly feels with an entirely new and mysterious sensation, a warming ooze that travels to every extremity. I feel like I can sense everything around me so much more intensely. And my hand keeps pulling at his zipper until it completes its course just above his crotch.

I'm dying to look down but I don't. Instead, J- completes my intention by pulling me against him, every inch of my thinly dressed body pressed against his. I can feel his cock growing against my abdomen, creating a yet another sensation within me, and he lowers his head to take my mouth with his.

I'm not brave enough to explore that place between his legs. It's still new, forbidden, frightening. Instead, I slide my warm hands inside his open suit, around his waist, down his lower back and over the rise of his ass. And I hang on for dear life.

I don't know what to do, don't know what I feel. But it feels good... even as his flight suit falls down around his waist and continues to free his cock before my very eyes.

It's beautiful. Long, thick, and dark as his own natural skin. It's pointing at me, and I kneel down before it without thinking, take it in my mouth, and search for every taste and smell I can absorb. His legs grow weak, I can feel the tremble in his hard thighs, and he falls to the ground on his knees, blushing, embarrassed, but with a new and very adult fire in his eyes.

He slides my dress over my head, yanks his uniform further down his legs, and he lays me in the grass. We don't smile, don't make eye contact, we're granting permission with our bodies, pulling with our arms, clawing with our fingers. And he pierces me, slides right into that space between my legs that's never been penetrated before. Everything comes naturally, no instruction necessary.

And I finally feel the infamous pleasure of a woman's orgasm.

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Tara and Her Fans & Friends

| 2008-08-03 11:34

Osbasso
09/24/2007 10:26 AM
Whew! Sorry I interrupted last night! Looks like I didn't affect your train of thought, though!

Tara, your Fantasizing WebMistress
09/25/2007 12:57 AM
Are you kidding? You're all the more inspiration, Os. ;) xoxo

Curvaceous Dee
09/30/2007 02:36 PM
Oh my... such a lovely resolution to your dream! xx Dee

Tara, your Aroused WebMistress
10/01/2007 11:21 AM
Thank you, Curvaceous! And I'm guessing you could cook up some pretty fantastic endings yourself! ;) xoxo

Rocco Tool
10/05/2007 07:10 PM
Nothing wrong with cumming naturally, I always say. Especially with your head in the sky and your legs up there, too. Glad I stopped by.

Tara, your Adoring WebMistress
10/07/2007 06:52 PM
And I'm always glad when you stop by, Rocco! xoxox

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