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Lost Souls and Dreamers Beach


Lost Souls and Dreamers Beach

She was looking out the window of the hotel at the beach down below. It
looked so inviting and beckoning to her. Her co-workers were busy setting
up for the training session tomorrow and they were all under the usual
pressure to out perform as a team. Becky was a very stern and
business-like woman, who had no time for walks on the beach, or making love
to someone in a location such as this tropical one she was in now. All of
her life she had been driven to achieve perfection. In all things so far
she had done very well. In school, college, and now business, she was at
the top of all things she did.

Her black hair was pulled back tightly and in a severe bun, and she wore
glasses that matched the description of a strong, very strong woman. The
aura she gave left men not wanting to 'get to know her' and she didn't care
for the male of the species anyway. They were so clumsy and inept at
times. Any woman could out-do them in all situations, she was thinking.
Still the beach called out to her. She turned to the others in the room
and announced that she was going to take a walk to clear her mind for the
next training session. They glanced up and knowing that she had already
done the lion's share of work shrugged and acknowledged her statement.

As Becky reached the trail to the beach she saw that it wended through a
little 'valley'. There was paper everywhere, being the off-season it must
build up, she thought to herself. As she walked the trail a little wind
kicked up and twirled the paper in front of her. She was reminded of
snowdrifts that she remembered from her childhood. As she walked further,
one particular paper rose up and slammed into her chest. It clung to her
breasts and seemingly caressed them. When her hand touched it, it felt
unusually warm. That was a strange thing for a cool evening breeze had
almost chilled her as she walked along. It should have been cool to the
touch! She picked it off of her and got ready to toss it away, irritated
by the junk now swirling around her. "Stupid people! Leaving garbage
laying around to be an unsightly mess and get in people's way." She softly
spoke those words, not realizing that she spoke aloud.

The paper in her hand had writing on it, she glanced down and started to
read it, thinking that she might get a name or address and send them a
letter of incensed dialogue to set them straight for littering such a
beautiful tropical place as this. She read the first paragraph and
discovered it was some kind of erotic story about a man and a beautiful
brunette woman. She laughed derisively and thought to herself that a man had obviously written this drivel. Only a man would get everything wrong
in the first paragraph. She started to toss it aside then thought better
of it. I'll just take it to my room and read it tonight; I could probably
rewrite it and make it a much better 'love' story. Rolling it up she
turned around and headed back to the hotel.

Later, after she got out of the shower, she went over to the desk in the
room and opened up her laptop. She proceeded to copy the story down and
rewrite it as she did. "Let's see now, first of all everyone knows the
woman should be portrayed stronger and she should be blonde." She wrote
some, and then stopping for a moment; she erased a few lines and started
them over. "Second of all, a woman should be the love interest here, not a

As she wrote she had the paper she had picked up in her lap. It was
still warm and her leg felt this warmth as it crept up her body. Her short
robe was open, and since she had the room to herself, she had allowed the
one luxury of sleeping nude, so after her shower she had just put the robe
on in case someone needed to talk to her. The warmth reached her sensitive
area at the top of her legs and seemed to envelope her totally at that
point. She thought wryly "What would her male counterparts be thinking now
if they knew she was writing an erotic story about two lesbians?"

She wrote late into the night and when she finished she decided that she
would proofread it then, a habit that had served her well for the last ten
years or so. She took it to her bed and started to read, and as she read
it she unconsciously began to stroke her leg with her free hand. The more
she read her 'story' the more insistent her hand moved around her body.
Soon it was at her bellybutton and it seemed to be making a decision on
which way to go, up or down. It chose up and soon it was putting fingers
in her robe and lightly touching her nipples. She began to get a warm
feeling in her pussy, and she soon noticed that she was getting wet down
there in a serious fashion. In her story, the blonde woman became the one
female in her office that she had respect for. She had written about the
blonde and her having a long, satisfying relationship. By the time she had
finished her story, her fingers had found her wet slit and drumming in
tandem with the story she orgasmed in one very strong and long lasting
shudder. Shocked at what she had just done, she put the computer away and
put the story in an envelope in her briefcase. Why had she done that she
wondered. She hadn't masturbated in such a long time. She went to sleep,
and in a short couple of hours was up getting ready for the days work. She
felt refreshed and clean, ready to attack the long arduous day ahead.

She walked into the conference room and the first person she saw was a
blonde woman, wearing a power business suit. Her hair was in a small bun
and she was wearing dark glasses. Becky's heart gave a change in cadence
seeing the object of her desire in front of her. Her cheeks glowed red for
a moment as she thought of her night and what she had done. Joan came up
to her and gave her a quick hug. "Missed you last night, I thought that
you were going to be back and you didn't show. Are you feeling all right?"
"Yeah, I was just tired I guess Joan. I didn't miss anything important did
I?" Becky was trying to pull herself together from the close contact with
Joan just now. Her cheeks blushed again as she thought of what else she
would like to do with Joan. "You look smashing Joan!" "Thank you Becky, I
was hoping that you would like it. I chose it before leaving home thinking
that you would like it, hoped so anyway." "Oh really? I do like it Joan,
but why would you care if I liked it or not?" Becky's heart started to
heavily beat, hoping to hear just a hint of what she wanted to hear from
Joan. "Well, I respect your opinion Becky, and, well, I want you to think
that I look good, you know, for the company and all." Joan blushed, and
turning towards Becky she stepped closer. "I really would like for you to
think that I was attractive, and well,..." Becky's heart was near bursting
it was pounding so hard now. "Are you trying to say something to me Joan?
I think that you may have more to say to me but you are not sure how I will
react, so, for right now we are just going to pretend that we are two women
whom are just meeting, not two coworkers on a business trip. Tell me
whatever it is on your mind, I'll not say or do anything, honest." "I
couldn't Becky, if you took it wrong it would be a very bad thing and could
cause a business problem. I can't tell you what I am feeling right now."
Feeling daring, and quite brave, Becky blurted out her thoughts to Joan.
"Do you, well, Joan, oh hell, here goes. Joan, do you have certain
feelings for me? You don't have to answer. I would just like to let you
know that I have had feelings for you for quite a while, and since I don't
know how you'd react, I have kept them to myself. I would like to get to
know you better Joan." "Romantically? I mean, would you be interested in a
physical relationship Becky? Oh God, I have gone and done it now!" Joan
blushed crimson. "Well, honestly Joan, I actually thought of you last
night. I dreamed that we were lovers. I know that since I am your
supervisor that this is wrong, but I can't help myself. I have wanted you
for quite a while now." A thousand miles away in the city, a man came into
his apartment building, jockeying his luggage and briefcase around while
fumbling for his keys. As he did so he felt a presence behind him,
waiting. He turned and saw that he had inadvertently blocked the hall and
the pretty woman was waiting to pass. He blushed and stammered out an
apology. "Sorry, I'll move this junk so you can get by." She looked up at
him and smiled. "You don't have to hurry on my part, I'm only one door
down from you." He looked at her again and realized that this was his
neighbor whom he had just written an erotic story about. He flushed again
thinking about what he had written and turned away to finish unlocking his
door. She had finally spoken to him and he was at a loss as to how to keep
this conversation going. "You look particularly beautiful this morning."
Oh god. Had he said that out-loud? She was looking at him with a smile
and her head tilted ever so slightly. "You think that I am beautiful?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean that you look very nice. Uh...well... no
you aren't nice looking. Oh shi... I meant to say that you look
ravishing. Damn what the hell is wrong with me? I am sorry!" He was
stammering and blushing. She was laughing a soft laugh. He fumbled some
more and got his door open. He practically ran into his apartment.

Now she is going to think that I am the biggest weirdo on the block,
maybe in the whole city. Why did I say that to her. I mean I was thinking
those thoughts about her, but I don't really know her, never spoke to her
before. He was certain that she would think of him as a nerd or something
now. He had the story though, and that would do. He could always read
'that' story and think of the possibilities that arose from it. He
couldn't believe that he had written a story, well, rewritten a story like
that. He had been walking out to that beach that evening, and a paper had
blown up in the grasp of a freakish wind. It had planted itself firmly in
his face, and irritated, he had been ready to throw it away. First he had
seen the writing, and decided to read what it was about. After realizing
it was an erotic story he read it all of the way through. It had been more
than the single piece of paper he held, but, imagination running wild, he
made up the rest in his mind. Taking it to his room he had copied it down
and changed it a little to suit his taste. He imagined his beautiful
neighbor. She had a perfect body, wonderful facial features, and a certain
something, an aura he supposed, that drew him to her being. He had never
even spoken to her, but his mind and body wanted her totally. He wanted
her like no other before.

He was so shy of women though, he felt like he would never 'have' her.
He was almost desperate to know her and be her man. Oh, what he would give
to be with her always! He knew that she worked in the city near their
apartment building, within walking distance anyway. She always had a smile
and he had once heard her laugh. That laugh had gone to his heart. Shot
in with suddenness and the impact had been thorough and direct. He had
listened to hear her laugh and voice since then. His one hope was to hear
that laugh and see her smiling at him, to see her next to him, always.

His main problem was his shyness. He never knew what to say to women,
especially beautiful women like her. She wouldn't be interested in him as
a lover, he felt. He had seen her with a man once or twice, and figuring
him as her boyfriend, he had lost any will to introduce himself to her, as
if he could have done such a thing anyway.

That paper had released in him the need to let his feelings for her out.
He needed to see what he felt, and what he wanted. It gave him a feeling
of strength, to see his thoughts in ink, in front of him. He knew that his
feelings for her bordered on love. His infatuation had bothered him for
some time. He had never felt this way about any woman. She caused him to
choke up and loose his ability to talk. He had been alone for some time,
looking for something to cling to. Maybe, he thought, she was the one.
The one to draw to and love. The one person in the world that he would
mesh well with. Here he was, on the verge of being in love, and he
couldn't even let the person he felt that way about know! GOD! He felt so

He had written how they met, and how she had smiled at him. How he
talked so confidently to her and asked her out on a date. How after
several dates, they ended up at his place, where they kissed for the first
time. One thing led to another, and soon they were hungrily touching and
kissing each other in other places. His hands sliding down and holding her
breasts. His tongue lightly caressing hers. Her breath coming in short
gasps as they both heated up.

Her nipples were hard and stuck out. He pulled up on her sweater and
she let him pull it up and over her head. She laid back and looked into
his eyes. Her hands went to his shirt, and unbuttoning it she pulled it
off of his broad shoulders. Her touch was electric to him. His mouth
started to travel down and lips caressed her neck, softly brushing and then
crushing. Alternating he moved down until his tongue was licking and
brushing up against her bra. The lacey and soft material a marked
difference to her soft warm skin.

Her hands on his head, encouraging his explorations. His hands moved up
to unfasten her bra. As it came undone, his palms cupped her breasts,
holding them firmly, but softly. Her breath caught with his naked touch on
her nipples. She moaned, pulling his face down to them. Wanting him to
suck and lick her hard and sensitive nipples. He did just that, and as he
sucked on one, his fingers were busy with the other one, imitating his
mouth. She was so close! Her body shuddered, and then her breath came in
hard gasps. She came! She had orgasmed from just his touch on her
breasts! He felt so strong and sexual at that moment. He had brought her
pleasure with his hands, fingers, lips and tongue. He had brought her to
orgasm and there was still more to come.

She pushed him back and undid his pants. Her hands were almost shaking,
her need to see and taste him overcoming her own shyness. As his cock
became exposed, she looked up into his eyes. Her smile was a calming
relief to him. He had been worried about this moment, would she want him?
Would she do for him what he was so willing to do for her? Would she like
to hold his cock, to kiss it? He was shaking ever so slightly as she
looked back down at his exposed maleness. Her breath was hot and moist as
her lips moved down, touching the sensitive head. Her eyes looked back up
into his and her mouth opened. As she took him into her mouth her eyes
maintained contact with his. Her eyes telegraphing to him how much she
wanted to please him. He had to move a little bit to get more comfortable.
All she did was move with him, her lips now in his pubic hair at the base
of his cock. She had all of him in her mouth, down her throat. He had
never had a woman do that for him, and he was soon very ready to shoot off
in his own orgasm. He looked into her eyes, and then started to tell her
that he was so close to cumming. She came up for a breath and then started
back down. As she did he spoke again, telling her this time that he was
going to cum real soon. "I know", she told him, as she pulled off of him.
"I want to taste you, so you relax, and when you cum, well, give me what I

He moaned and then her lips were once again slipping down and caressing
his hard maleness. Her tongue doing things that he felt deep down in his
being. Soon he started to feel the tingling and the beginnings of his
orgasm. As he tensed up and started to shoot off, her lips clamped down on
the base of his cock. Her swallowing caused him to cum even harder. He
shot his whole load into her mouth, down her throat, and she didn't lose a
drop! After she cleaned him up they lay next to each other for a bit
feeling and touching, exploring each other's body. Soon his erection was
too insistent to ignore. Her body was showing the signs of need also, so
she straddled him and lowering herself, she took him into her body. His
cock was so hot, so hard, and so right in her pussy. She reveled in the
feelings that his cock was giving her. Soon she was slamming up and down
on him, taking all of his cock deeply into her tightness. Her orgasm was
very strong and hard. He started to cum with her, and together they felt
the world stop, their bodies intertwined.

Looking into her eyes, their softness showing an emotion fleeting
around, he felt that he was right with the universe. His own emotions were
swirling around in his head, and heart. He suddenly realized that he loved
her, so much so that he spoke it out loud. "I love you."

She pulled back to look into his eyes better, searching for the honesty
in them, to back up his softly spoken statement. "Do you? Do you really
love me?" Her questions were softly worded but had a little bite to them.
He looked into her eyes, and firmly but softly still, spoke his thoughts
out to her. "Yes, I love you. I have loved you for some time now, and it
just came out. I spoke truly and honestly, I love you!" His hands were
holding her to him and hugging him back she felt his heart beating. She
knew that he was speaking to her with all honesty and truth.

Remembering his erotic story, he reached into his briefcase to get the
story out to read. He couldn't find it anywhere. It was gone, and he
didn't know where or when. There was a knock at his door. He went to it
and opened it to see who it was. It was his beautiful neighbor. "Hi, I
hate to bother you, but I locked myself out and need to call a locksmith,
could I use your phone?" Her voice was magic to his ears, he thought back
to the story and blushed. She saw his discomfort, and mistaking it for
something else started to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset
you, I'll just go down to the phone booth out front!" She started to turn
away and he knew that his one chance was going away. "No, please forgive
me, you are more than welcome to use my phone anytime. I just was taken
off guard as I didn't expect you to ever knock on my door!" He stumbled
around for more to say, but couldn't come up with anything. "If you are
sure I won't be a bother, I do appreciate it." She stepped up to him,
looking into his eyes, her own were sparkling, dancing with light and a
little deviltry too. "I am glad that you are home, otherwise I would have
had to go downstairs to call and, well, I am slightly afraid of using that
phone. It's so lonely out there and dark now that the sun has set." "The
phone is over there, the phone book should be in that drawer. Would you
like something to drink?" He was still stumbling, and desparately trying to
cover it up. "I have water, and uh, well, I have water!" Why hadn't he
gone to the store on the way home, he had nothing in his fridge and he
really felt stupid now. "Water would be great." She was smiling at him,
and she looked to be amused by his discomfort. "You always drink such hard

He blushed again, and then turned to go get her drink. She called the
locksmith who told her it would be about two hours before he could get to
her place. He asked her if she was hungry and while waiting for her
answer, looked in his cupboard. He had just enough to make a dinner up,
not fancy, but good to eat anyway. "Oh, I don't want to put you out...
I'm sorry, I don't know your name." "Bill, my name is Bill... uh, and you
are..." "Nancy, glad to meet you finally Bill!" She laughed as she said
that, and Bill felt a spark run through his body. He loved her laugh. It
made him feel so right, so in his place with the world. "So Nancy, would
you like a pasta dinner, or something else?" He felt his confidence soaring

At that very moment in another hotel on the same beach where Bill had
found his story, a man was looking out of his hotel room window. He
thought that the beach looked like it wanted him to walk along it so he got
dressed and went for the walk. He wished that his wife were here to walk
with him. He had lost her several years ago to cancer, and had not quite
gotten over losing her yet.

He had a lot of work to do and little time to do it in, but he felt that
the walk would do him good. As he walked towards the beach he noticed the
trail going through the valley in front of him. He saw the papers blowing
around and wondered why such a pristine and pretty beach would have such a
mess. A paper blew up and danced in front of him just out of reach. He
saw writing on it and grabbed for it. It kept just out of reach until in a
long dash he managed to grasp it and hold.

As he turned it around to see the writing, he felt the warmth radiating
from it. Huh, he thought, strange that this paper is so warm. As he
started to read it he realized that it was an erotic story. As he read it
he realized that it was about two women. He thought that it could be
better, so as he walked on his thoughts were on the story and how he would
be re-writing it. "First of all, a real love story should be a man and a
woman." Talking to himself he walked back to his room.


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