The Dream

The joke didn't fall completely flat but she was distressed about something as she smiled blandly and stated, "I need a fucking drink."

I waved to the waitress in the universal gesture that we needed service. She gave me the finger back which I naturally assumed meant she'd be along shortly.

"So.... That guy...? I ventured to ask.

"Oh, you mean that walking stack of shit that strolled in ten minutes after the show ended?"

"Yup, you took the words right out my mouth." I laughed.

Her mood lightened considerably either due to my light-heartened banter or much more likely, due to the appearance of our server.

Jodie ordered without looking up, "Pint of Lentil Cream Ale and two shots of tequila." I shook my head at the waitress and held up one finger indicating we only wanted one shot of tequila. I was under the false impression she had ordered one tequila shot for me. I was wrong. Jodie laughed, "I was going to drink both..."

"The lady doesn't fuck around." I stated sardonically.

"She does not." Her mouth curled up at the corner in wry amusement.

After a few drinks she was visually calmed down and we were getting on like we'd been friends for years. She didn't speak of the 'walking stack of shit' and I didn't ask again. I appreciated that she didn't want to broadcast her drama to me and although I was naturally curious I was in awe of her restraint.

As the night wore on and the beers flowed we both were feeling quite good. Conversation flowed naturally between us with few, if any, awkward lulls. The inevitable occurred though and it was time to go. I was pleased when as we stepped out of the bar, we both simultaneously asked if the other minded if we had a smoke.

"I don't smoke all the time..." she started in the obligatory smokers' remorse diatribe.

"I just like to when I've had a few drinks," I finished the diatribe for her.

We were both laughing as we walked into the night.

"You're at The Bessborough?" she questioned indicating the historic hotel in downtown Saskatoon. It was a quite fancy and moderately expensive hotel but I was in the mood to treat myself. When I nodded she suggested we cut through the park.

And so, on we went together, two practical strangers for all intents and purposes but I felt a connection between us that seemed bigger than either of us as individuals. We were passing by a gazebo when she signaled to me with the crook of the finger to follow her inside. Once inside, we leaned on the railing and looked out over the North Saskatchewan river with all the lights from the city playing flit-fully and dancing upon the water.

"I'm glad I met you today," she said somberly, "It really salvaged a shit evening for me." My first inclination was to make a quip to lighten the mood but that seemed unfair to the emotion she was displaying.

"It's really been fun. I don't know what is going on with that guy and yourself but maybe it isn't worth all the trouble. I mean, you are a very talented musician that just finished a knock out, hell of a show. You should be feeling on top of the world!"

Turning to me she smiled and said, "Maybe I still do."

"As you should," I answered as our eyes met and before I even knew what I was doing; I was leaning in to kiss her.

It was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Her lips were impossibly soft and full against mine. We started slow and timid like middle school students having their first kiss. Passion simultaneously erupted between us as the smooth texture and heat of our lips together fostered a raw urgency within us both. I wanted to put my hands on her body but I was afraid that any wrong move on my behalf and she would put a stop to this moment. It felt so right- her lips, her softness and her passion- I couldn't bear to think of it stopping. Not now, not when I'd just got here. So, instead I brought my hands up to her sensuous head and ran my fingers through her hair tenderly. I felt her do the same and soon we were both grasping onto each other's heads as though to a life raft. It wasn't long and our hands were moving in tandem over each other's bodies above our clothing.

Feeling more confident, I pushed her playfully up against a pillar in the gazebo while moving my hand up to cup her more than ample tit under her barely-there bra. Her nipple was hard and I rubbed it lightly with my thumb, all the while aware I was not sure what I was doing. She seemed more assured than I as she brought her mouth to mine drawing me into the most intense, passionate kiss I'd yet to experience. She was biting and sucking at my lips with a famished fervour. I could tell she was bruising my mouth but I didn't care. Quite the opposite really and feeling emboldened by her passion I gave her nipple a quick pinch. She drew in her breath sharply while still holding my kiss. I brought my hands smoothly down her beautiful soft body.

Skin like silk I thought as my brain triggered in on to the fact, it was unlike any man I'd touched.

I ran my fingers teasingly inside the waistband of her jeans and I felt her shiver as her lips fell away from mine and to my neck. She began kissing my neck hard as my hands made their way to her ass. Because I could and because she was a good half foot shorter than myself; I lifted her up until her legs could wrap around my waist. I was ambivalent to the reality that she was surely leaving marks on my neck. Marks that I would have to explain but that was an issue for later. Leveraging her against the pillar, I moved my hand up to her breast and I popped it up and out of the constraints of her bra by cupping it from underneath. My mind boggled at how deliciously wonderful it felt in my hand- no wonder men go on as they do about tits; they really are quite marvelous.

"Oh, yessss..." She moaned against my neck as I worked my fingers on her nipple in the same technique I had often used on my own while making myself cum.

I began with feather-light touches to send that initial wave of electricity through her nervous system- to instigate that sharp, back-arching jolt that awakens the animalistic lust lying dormant within us all. Placing my lips over hers; I kissed her forcefully, taking her lead, by sucking, biting and bruising her lips as she had done mine. Just as I began to roll and pinch her hardened nipples she pushed me back somewhat vehemently. As I stepped back I let her down as gently as possible. All the while her lips never left mine as though we couldn't bear to part them. She grasped both my hands in hers and I felt I should stop kissing her. Worried that I'd maybe been too forceful; she soothed those fears by drawing my hands up to her face and hair. I ran my fingers through her gorgeous, soft, smooth hair and caressed the sides of her face as our kiss softened but did not decrease in necessity. It could have went on for the entire night, that kiss, or perhaps just moments; all I know is that that kiss changed my entire life. It blew open the boundaries of my sexuality. It exposed me to a tantalizing and fresh new world of hidden pleasure taboo to the culture I'd grown up in.

At some point that embrace ended- it could have been minutes or it could have been hours; time had no meaning between us. She grabbed my hand and led me closer to the river where we could escape the prying eyes of anyone that might happen upon us. We were close enough to go to my hotel room at the Bess but this was so much more exciting. I didn't want her on a bed confined by four walls; I wanted her in the grass under the slight chill of a clear night sky. I wanted the dew to seep through her clothes to her skin and I wanted to lick it off her. I wanted grass in my hair and stains on my knees. I needed the risk of being caught but more than anything, I needed her and right now. Simply put, I wanted to misbehave, to throw off the shackles of my heteronormative upbringing and I wanted to do it as dirty as possible.

As she led me away it became apparent how tipsy we were when we both tripped comically over a branch hidden in the dark shadows of the night. We landed roughly on top of each other in a bush and we were both scratched mercilessly by the sharp branches of a harsh juniper bush. Laughing uncontrollably at our joint clumsiness; we rolled away from the bush. She grasped my hands and pinned them over my head as she kissed me roughly, silencing my giggles. Her hips ground into mine and my clit cried for stimulation. Arching my back, I tried in vain to get the pressure I craved against my most aching of spots. Realizing I would never be able to get that from her, I couldn't help but giggle at my inexperience against her lips.

Reading my laugh correctly she laughed her throaty chuckle in my ear and whispered, "If you're looking for my cock, you're going to be sorely disappointed."

Still grinning and feeling euphoric. I laughed while admitting, I don't feel disappointed but I clearly don't know what the fuck I'm doing... like...not at all."

"Yeah," she agreed smiling broadly, "Me neither. Not at all." She began to laugh that contagious laugh of hers and I joined in.

"Oh... Oh?" I said between giggles, " I thought...?"

She shook her head with humour. "What? That I'm in the habit of taking advantage of sexually confused clients from work?"

"Well..." I faltered a bit. "No, I just thought one of us might have..."

"A little experience?"

"Yeah..."

"Not it!" She joked and I chimed in a late with my own "Not it!"

"Well... I guess that puts the onus on me," I said as I rolled on top of her and got to business.

Putting on my best authoritative voice I continued, "The first order of business will be releasing these bad boys." I said in reference to her large and tantalizing breasts.

Her shirt was in tatters from the fall; continuing my charade I said, "You'll find in situations such as these, there is a time and place for decorum and grace."

"Oh? Which situation is that? The situation where a lady finds herself without proper attire?" She questioned falling into my repartee.

"Precisely. However, this is not that situation." I said as I finished the job of tearing her shirt down the middle. Her gorgeous breasts were literally heaving with her panting breath as her excitement level rose.

"Now," I said as I reached behind her back and deftly, with one hand, unclasped her bra. "Here is something I actually do have experience with."

She had the most beautiful set of naturally large boobs I'd ever seen. They were round like mine but a cup larger and with slightly oversized nipples. They tightened quickly, in the chill and passion of the night, into pencil eraser sized buds. I dove in, sucking and nibbling on them, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. She cried out in pleasure as I sucked hard enough to pull her nipple through my slightly parted teeth. Grasping the back of my head she encouraged me to continue and pressed my face into her bountiful tits. I used my hands to sandwich her breasts and let my cheek rest on her incredible soft silky pillowy flesh. Unable to stop myself I detached my lips from her nipple and pushed my face between her cleavage reveling in the smooth globes of pure sexual desire. I could help but laugh a bit when I realized I was essentially giving her a "motorboat" as one of my cruder guy friends referred to the act.

"And this, my young pupil, is what the kids call a 'motorboat.'" I said in my facetious scholarly tone.

She laughed and grabbed my hair pulling me back to her nipples and I went back to work sucking and nibbling. When her hips picked up rhythm in their desperate grinding I realized it was time to move further down. One would have thought this would have to be the difficult part. Surely going down on her was crossing the division between dabbling in some light girl on girl action to actual lesbian sex. I was nervous but hoped that having experienced great head myself, I could channel that and perform it in reverse.

I kissed, sucked and licked my way down to her navel. She had the most adorable belly button and I couldn't help but run my tongue around it as I move further down. She stopped me briefly, declaring it 'unfair' that I still had my shirt on. I sat upright and pulled it off as sensuously as I knew how; wanting to put on a bit of a show for her. Logan often told me I have the best tits he's ever seen. Showing off, I unclasped my bra in the same one-handed technique I used with hers. My tits sprang forth and she reached up to feel them and gasped.

"I never thought..." she drifted off.

"...that something could feel so fantastic?" I finished for her.

"Tsk tsk, such conceit." She teased.

I laughed and explained that I was only was describing that that's how I felt the first time I could touch hers.

"You are beautiful, though." She stated somberly with meaning intoned in her words.

"As are you." I said softly.

I returned my attention to her midriff which shone brightly in the moonlight. In that moment, I paused stunned almost, at her beauty. Her breathtaking strawberry blonde hair was spread like a halo around her head, contrasting sharply with dark green grass in the bright light of the moon. She threw her head back and gasped as I ran my fingertips lightly along the waistband of her jeans. I thumbed the button open, shuffling back in the grass as she lifted her hips to help me pull them down and off. Overcome with the unstoppable desire to taste her I was very pleasantly surprised to discover she wore no panties that night.

"Ooo commando? Are you clairvoyant? Or had you something planned?" I commented.

"Neither, I was a girl guide. Always be prepared." She said with a smile.

"I promise to do my best.. since you've come prepared." I said with a wink, in reference to the girl guide motto.

She had shaved all but a small landing strip. Unable to restrain myself any further, I moved in and took the plunge.

When I was a child, I often would lie on my back in the grass and stare up at the clouds. I always wondered what it would be like to drink a cloud. I imagined it to be epitome of refreshing. Cool, cotton like water would wash over my face as I opened my mouth to drink it in. Jodie, not unlike my childish dream was just as refreshing. The hair on her pussy was astonishingly soft unlike my own or any I've yet to experience.

As I ran my tongue from her opening to her already hardened clit I was taken aback by how wonderful she tasted. It wasn't as strong a flavour as I imagined it would be, instead it was as refreshing as my cloud fantasy but warm. I wanted to drink her in strongly, in gulps but I knew I needed to hold back and move slowly so as not to overstimulate her sensitive bud. I feathered kisses and little nibbles on her outer lips. In between kisses and nibbles I would lightly run my tongue in between the lips of her pussy. She was very wet and moaning quite loudly now.

She grasped my head and pushed it further down which I took as a sign that I was getting this right. I could feel the grass brushing my own hardened nipples as I ran my tongue firmly up her slit until I reached the throbbing bud of her sex. I moved my tongue around it increasing my pressure as I spiraled it in towards the hardened nub of her clit. She cried out as I applied more pressure on it with my tongue and closed my lips around it sucking while tonguing her clit firmly. She began to cry out gasping as shockwaves of pleasure slammed her to her very core.

Emboldened, I kept going, feeding off her frenzy as her nails raked up my back. I felt certain she must have drawn blood but I didn't care in the slightest. I knew she was close and wanted to feel her explode more than I wanted anything.

In that moment, I decided to take advantage of a move a former boyfriend did that could drive me into a wanton, screaming mess. Following his example, I moved my finger up and slipped it inside her just as I felt her tensing up in precursor to an orgasm. I hooked my finger upwards searching for the firm patch indicating her "g" spot and rubbed in a circular pattern. It didn't take long and she erupted in a furious display of mind bending orgasm. She cried out, clawed my back further, grasped and pulled my hair while pushing my face firmly into her pussy. I sucked her cum as it flowed around my finger, clamped in place by her spasming pussy.

Once she finished, she tugged on my arm and pulled me up to her face drawing me in for a deep passionate kiss. After she had sucked and licked her cum from around my mouth; she pushed my head into the crook of her shoulder where I felt just as satisfied as I knew she did. As I rested my head there, our naked bodies intertwined and she began exploring my flesh with her free hand. She teased and pinched my nipples bringing them to complete attention and I moaned softly as she triggered the pleasure center of my brain. Shifting herself so she was lying on her side, she licked, sucked and fingered me to the quickest orgasm I'd ever had.

We must have been quite the sight; our sex tousled hair mingling together in the soft grass as we both lay completely naked and satisfied. Doing my best Monty Python I said, "... and here endeth the lesson."

She laughed and said in a terribly done but very cute English accent, "Yea, verily."

We lay a few moments longer until the chill of night toned drained the flushed heat from our naked skin and motivated us to move on. It was no simple task as the darkness of the night stole our ability to easily find the clothes we had torn off in a fit of passion earlier. Amidst much giggling we managed to find most of our clothes and it was at that moment that Jodie noted what I had done to her shirt.

"Um... excuse me mam, but what have you done to my top?" She questioned with a twinkle in her eye indicating she found humour in the inconvenience I'd wrought on her.

"Mam? Mam?" I questioned mockingly. "I'll have you know at age 23 I'm still very much a 'Miss'".

"Well Miss Jamie, you've totally fucked up my shirt and that cannot go without repercussions!"

"That's not all I fucked." I joked as she looked me squarely in the eye, grabbed the shirt I was about to put back on and threw it directly in the river.

"Fair's fair," she stated.

She was so adorable I couldn't even be mad; not that in my post-coital state I was capable of anger anyway. Laughing, I walked to the river and fished my shirt out with a stick.

"Luckily, you can't throw for shit." I cracked.

She walked behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She reached one hand up and tweaked my nipple saying, "I have other talents."

Turning around in her arms I kissed her briefly but passionately.

"Indeed, you do. In fact, I feel you may have many talents. I think I'd best take you to my room to do further research."

"This is going to be cold, embarrassing walk. My shirt is literally in tatters and your shirt looks like you just won a wet shirt competition."

"At least, I won the competition. And... yeah, oh God, you're not kidding. We are going to make one hell of a scene walking in the Bessborough looking like this."

"Well luckily for you, I've come prepared. " she said while rummaging in her oversized handbag. She handed me a pouch of some sort.

"A fucking poncho!" I cried out in dismay. "Why the hell do you have a poncho?"

"Always be prepared." She said holding up her two fingers together in the girl guide salute. "That and I haven't cleaned out this bag since the last Riders game I went to."

"I honestly don't know what's going to draw more attention. Walking in wearing a poncho made of recycled garbage bags or my wet shirt with my nips poking out. Regardless, I think I'll do better in the shirt. Maybe with some luck it'll dry off a bit during the walk."

I took an assessment of her attire. Her shirt, while purposely cut to took tattered, was in complete shambles and totally ripped down the middle. Her bra was the type that left little to the imagination; made of thin material, her nipples were clearly visible. Just looking at her like this sent a shot of desire though me but I quelled it by focusing on our predicament.