Dream Lover

It was a dark and stormy night. The thunder rumbled and the lightning crashed as I attempted to wash off the day’s troubles. There I was naked in my bathtub filled with warm water and rose petals. Smooth jazz played on my Ipod and the air was scented with lavender oils. The room was lit by candles. It didn’t take much time soaking before I dozed off.

My dream began in a flower filled meadow. There I stood in a cotton sundress, the wind lightly tussling my blonde locks as I picked wildflowers. The sun beamed down on my my exposed shoulders. Small beads of sweat gleamed on my tanned skin. I ventured down a grass covered hill barefoot to a crystal clear lake. Since I was alone I decided to take a dip. Slowly I peeled off my sundress and then unhooked my bra to let my 36C bosom swing freely. Last I slowly removed my panties and waded into the cool water.

The water was cool and calm as I waded out until my shoulders were covered. I dove under the soothing current and wet my long blonde hair. I swam out further and frolicked like I’d imagined the water nymphs did. I glided through the water as if I hadn’t any other concern in the world. It was as I was one with the current. My body flowed with the water and I was completely unaware of the world around me.

While I frolicked a young man appeared on the bank. He was tall and from afar I couldn’t tell much about him. As I swam closer to the bank his features became more visible. He looked to be of Mediterranean descent. He had a strong Greek features and shiny dark hair with a richly tanned complexion. He was clad in linen shorts and wore no shirt. His body looked as if it had been chiseled by a master sculptor lovingly. There was not one ounce of fat or imperfection visible. As I climbed out of the water he offered me one of his large hands. I accepted and walked up the bank of the river, still unaware of my nakedness.

He told me his name was Nikos and that he had come to get away from it all. He told me his family owned the land that was across the lake. As he began small talk his eyes roamed all over my body. They started at my freshly polished red toes and worked their way up. He gazed at my slender ankles and I could see the desire in his eyes as they wondered up my long legs. As he was asking my name his emerald green eyes paused on my neatly manicured bush.