Van reminisces

Van opened his eyes to find morning sunlight flooding in through the window. It was a rare morning off from baking, and he had taken full advantage by sleeping in. A dream was fresh in his memory — smiling lips, a familiar voice, smooth brown skin. Ana, who he hadn’t seen in years, felt close.

He closed his eyes and let the light play through his eyelids. A thin camisole, the smell of her body, her breasts pressing against his chest. He noticed that he had awoken fully erect. He kicked off his boxer briefs and felt the sheets against his naked body.

She would climb on top of him in the mornings, pulling her camisole or t-shirt slowly up under her breasts until they dropped into view. She would reach down and place her palm against the underside of his swelling cock, smiling mischievously. Ana’s appetite, he thought. Van wrapped his own hand around it, surprised at the aching rigidity of his morning erection. Her expressions, her perfect breasts, her appetite.

In the dream, Ana (or those alluring parts of her he glimpsed) was leading him through a tunnel of grapevines. But instead of grapes, there hung clusters of pearls which brushed against his face as they walked. Ana’s hips tipping side to side, her full bottom, her strong legs continuing down with the roots of the vines, her skin glowing with life. He found the image irresistibly erotic. “Oh Ana,” he whispered as he squeezed himself down to the base, eyes tightly closed to keep the scene from escaping.

In the mornings, after teasing him by leaning back and swaying her large breasts back and forth, she would scoot forward until the tip of his cock pressed into the warmth between her thighs. Do you want to? she would ask. He did, always. His hands above her hips, feeling her tummy against his wrists, eyes on her hypnotizing sway, her dark nipples leading. She took the first inch slowly, then the second, and then the rest hungrily. Inside Ana, Van was lost in pleasure. He let himself be devoured by warmth, by her pulling desire.

A cloud passed and sunlight flooded the room, a burst of rose gold through his eyelids. The orgasm came suddenly, irresistibly — Ana’s memory seemed to pull it from him. He found his underwear just in time to wrap them around his throbbing shaft and catch the spurting flow of hot, pearly white ejaculate.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, he opened his eyes to an ordinary morning scene in his quiet apartment. Swallows called from the neighbor’s eaves and the succulents on the windowsill glowed in sunlight. Downstairs, he could hear Asami starting to wedge the day’s supply of clay. Van climbed down from the loft and padded naked to the bathroom for a shower.