Hot Summer in Mexico

The alarm clock sounds. Gina is jolted from a deep sleep, wincing her eyes to take in the dim morning light. Looking around the room she knows she is not in the hotel but somewhere far away from that place and that summer long ago. She has been rudely awakened from her dream of Carlos to her current life. Gina sighs and hugs her pillow. She has been dreaming of him again. Her hand between her legs, she knows she was rubbing her pussy in her sleep as she dreamed of Carlos. But that was long ago. Now her husband of 15 years is snoring oblivious beside her, as their kids lay sleeping in their rooms just down the hall. Gina taps the "snooze" button on the clock, closes her eyes and drifts back to sleep. Just five minutes more, she thinks in a dream-like haze, just five minutes more of my summer with Carlos.