We had breakfast and went to the beach, oiled up, and sunbathed and slept for the rest of the day, not saying much to one another. This was not beyond the norm anyway, as the first few days of our holidays we both slept virtually all the time, occasionally waking up to apply more sunscreen or to drink. We always took a while to wind down from our jobs.
That evening we had an enjoyable meal, chatting away to ourselves and the waiting staff. Fortunately nothing seemed to be any different despite what had happened in the bathroom, so I began to think my fantasy was one-sided and tried to put it to the back of my mind. We walked back to our apartment and retired to our beds to read and eventually fall asleep.
I awoke early in the morning in a frazzled state. I had had a very erotic dream about Mia and had awoken just as she was about to suck and finger me to what would have been a mind-blowing climax, I am certain. The sheets had been kicked off, my skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and my fingers were stroking my very wet pussy. Desperately in need to bring myself off, hoping Mia was still asleep, I quickly glanced over to find her facing me, propped up on one arm, watching me. Mortified, I hastily removed my hand and scrabbled to cover myself with the sheet. I mumbled,
"Sorry."
She then asked,
"Were you having a good dream?"
I sighed and said,
"Yes."
There was no point denying it. She then went on to explain,
"It's clear to me you were talking in your sleep. It was very erotic and I watched you pull and squeeze on your nipples and then move one of your hands down to your pussy to stroke your clit. You were moaning in ecstasy and I found it very arousing. What were you dreaming about?"
By this time she was sitting on the side of the bed, naked and facing me. She again asked me,
"What were you dreaming about?"
I figured shit or bust by this time, so I told her,
"I was dreaming I was in bed with another woman. She kissed, licked, and sucked her way down my body, drawing each of my nipples into her mouth, licking them with her tongue and raking her teeth over the flesh. Moving down to lay between my legs and suck my clit, fingering me with two fingers curling up and massaging my G-spot—and I had been about to explode as I frustratingly woke up."
She didn't say anything in response, so I looked over at her and what a sight I saw. She sat with her legs apart, one foot on the floor and the other propped up on the mattress, completely exposing her pink pussy to me, stroking herself with her fingers. Her pink lips and fingers were covered in her juices. She opened her eyes and looked at me directly, asking,
"Who was the dream about?"
So I told her, "It was about you, and since I shaved your pussy for you yesterday morning, I haven't been able to think about anything else! I've been left in a constant state of arousal and not had the opportunity to do anything about it."
She mumbled something. I was sure she said along the lines of "Well, do something about it now," but I guess because I didn't expect her to say such a thing I claimed,
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
To which she said exactly what I thought she did:
"Well, do something about it now…"
I was in such a state I didn't know what to do or how to react. Should I just lie there and masturbate, stroking my swollen clit to orgasm in front of her while she watched, or should I tell her to come lie beside me and make my fantasy a reality? Needless to say I bottled out on the latter and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed to copy her pose, exposing my wet, aroused self to her. She continued to touch herself but gazed at my wet core, her breaths becoming faster and faster. So turned on was I by our confrontation and the sexy sight of her wetness that I moved my hand to the top of my thighs and slid my fingers over my pussy, mirroring what she was doing to herself.
By now I was positively panting myself as she started to rub herself harder, her fingers stroking her wet lips less and less and starting to massage her clit in small circular strokes. I mimicked her, starting to feel the pressure build, the tingling more intense, and my toes started to curl. Watching Mia, her cunt secreting oozing white cream, I could smell her sex and desperately wanted to taste her, but I so didn't want to ruin the moment and frighten her off.
Her moans became louder and louder. She clutched each of her nipples in her fingers, twisting and pulling at each of them harder as her fingers danced over her tight button of sensitive flesh. I realised she was getting close too and increased the friction and pressure on my clit, desperate to come at the same time. She closed her eyes as she came and threw her head back, groaning as her orgasm coursed through her. Copious juices pushed out of her and ran down between her arse cheeks.
My own orgasm shocked me. I had orgasms aplenty with my partner but not like this. My vision clouded and the spasms wracked my body over and over again, leaving me woozy and sated. I got up on wobbly legs and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then ducked into the bathroom to wash my hands. By the time I returned, Mia had covered herself over and gone back to sleep. I wanted to hold her and caress her body but wistfully realised that that wasn't to be. I so hoped our interlude had not been a one-off. Only time would tell.