“Mike, please Mike… please.” Awakening from my dream, my eyes still half closed, I feel her, her scent fills the room. I slowly sit up in bed, realizing it was a dream; but the dream feels so real, my body aroused, my fingers tingling yet from the touch of her silken skin. Often in the last months I have awoken like this… I can’t quite remember her, except that her scent lingers in my flared nostrils, her taste still on my lips and tongue. “Beth” I call out, “Where are you Beth?” Shaking my head, I come up, now sitting up in the bed as the dream and scent fades, and I feel once again empty. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I sit, head in hands, trying to remember her… the curve of her hip, her graceful neck that I so often trailed with kisses, trailed down, across her shoulders to the swell of her breast, and then I know, Beth is gone. Often, months ago, Beth had gone into dark, depressed moods. With me, yet gone; there, but yet far away, and then one morning, she was gone. Getting up and walking into the shower, I dropped the boxers I slept in, pulled the shower curtain back, reached in and turned the shower on. I adjusted the temperature, almost unknowingly, to the exact temperature Beth liked… hot, but not so hot it was uncomfortable, and then stepped in to let the water cascade down over my shoulders, the sleep leaving me. Reaching out for the shampoo, I wet my hair and began to wash my hair… then I felt it, a scent I recognized, not the shampoo, but the scent that was the essence of Beth. Chuckling to myself, I began to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. Suddenly I felt a cool breeze, and the rustling of the shower curtain. Afraid to look, afraid to change the moment, I kept my eyes closed as I felt her with me. Her arms encircled my waist, her body against me, her breasts pushed against my back as she breathed softly and whispered in my ear “Mike, please Mike… please…” Relaxing I leaned back, my body now fully in contact with her… her scent once again flaring my nostrils as her hands slid down further. Her fingers found me, wrapped around me, and began to stroke my hard shaft. I groaned, leaned back further as her hips ground her mound into my buttocks. Feeling her against me, her hand on my shaft, I moan, then with my eyes closed in fear of this being a dream, I turn slowly, being careful to not loose contact with her, and as I turn, I kneel down, the water from the shower beating down on us, I feel every curve in her body, and as I kneel I reach around, grab her firm full cheeks and pull her to me, my lips open as her center comes in contact with my mouth… “Mike, please Mike… please” she groans as I slowly open her folds with my tongue, letting it find the opening to her vagina, and then slowly licking up to her clit, I suck it in my mouth. I feel her shake, her hips thrust forward, and again, I hear her moan and as she moans she parts her legs, allowing me more access. As I feel her legs open, I begin to flick my tongue across her clit, and releasing one of her cheeks, I slide a finger slowly into her opening… she grunts and squirms, and as I find that special place, I stroke my finger over it slowly as I continue flicking her now engorged clit with my tongue. Suddenly she tenses, screams “Mike, please Mike… please” and goes over the edge. I hold her as she shakes, then her knees begin to give way and I slowly stand up, holding her body tight against mine, her essence on my lips, her taste in my mouth, I push her back against the shower wall, grab her ass again, and lift her up as she opens her legs to go around my hips. I position myself, crouch just a little so that my shaft is at her opening, and as I begin to enter her, I feel her vanish… “Beth, please Beth….please!” Alone again at the mirror, her taste still in my mouth, her scent around me, I smile, and know even though she is gone, she will always be with me.
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