Dalias Dream

Dalia’s Dream

Another hot dry desert day. Not a cloud in the azure blue sky…..

Dalia dropped to her bed… exhausted from the heat… and felt the coolness of the air conditioner pour over her… Slowly she pulled her top and her jeans off… Silky bra and panties barely covered her soft skin.
Her eyes closed and she slipped into a deep sleep…. letting the cool envelope her… Her breathing deepened and soft moans escaped her lips as the dreams overtook her.
Dalia knocked at the door and from deep within the house heard a soft voice. “Entre vous.”
She slipped thru the door, into the cool darkness of the house and seeing thru to the pool, she spotted Susan.

Susan was tall and slender, her athletic, toned body showed the color of golden honey in the bright desert sun. Her brown hair sparkled with a variety of highlights from auburn red to sparkly blonde. Her brown bikini hung precariously on her flared hips and clung to her “B” cup breasts invitingly
Susan walked slowly across the sundeck towards Dalia, a soft smile played over glistening white teeth.
“Hi” she breathed softly. “Glad you could come over.”
Their eyes met, and held, if only for a moment, but Dalia felt the electricity between them and she forced herself to exhale for the first time.
“Thanks.” She whispered back. “I really appreciate you taking the time to help me.”
“Come on out by the pool.” Susan whispered softly, “I fixed us some iced tea’”
Susans hand slipped into Dalia’s as she led her out the door to the deck. “I was just working on my tan”.
Dalia felt herself warming as she looked at Susan’s long tanned figure…
“Your tan looks great to me.” Whispered Dalia, barely able to force her voice above a whisper.

Susan the bikini bottoms down slightly, letting the hot sun strike the hidden parts of her. Dalia marveled at the smoothness of the golden honey colored skin. Her eyes lingered at the top of the soft fold, smooth, hairless and the color of golden honey. She tore her eyes away….trying to concentrate. Susan arched her back….pushing her breasts against the fabric of the bikini… her nipples growing gently in the heat. Dalia bit her lip in an effort to concentrate.

“Let’s go inside,” Susan said, “This heat is getting to be too much.”

Together, they walked thru the patio doors into the coolness of the living room.


“You’re very pretty Dalia.”

The words took Dalia by surprise.

“Thank you.” She breathed. “That’s quite a compliment coming from someone as beautiful as you are.”
They stood in the living room… both becoming acutely aware of the others beauty… beginning to feel the heat from their own bodies.