Rescue

I was having one of my typical vivid dreams. At some point I found myself dangling nude from the top deck of a large ferry, hanging onto what I thought was a bungee cord, but whatever it was just gave enough for me to bounce in and out of sight of the crowded lower deck. Then there was another ferry just like ours and the two started bouncing off each other like bumper cars.  

I dropped into the water and swam naked alongside the slow moving boats until it suddenly started getting dark. Then there was a boy. He was in the water and even in the dark I could tell he was in distress. I grabbed him to hold him up in the water, he was cold and tired. The tanned skin of his face was punctuated by the blueness of his nose. I got a better hold on him and told him that I would help him. 

We started to move toward the nearest boat in the growing darkness and both of us yelled for help, weakly at first. My voice got stronger. The crew heard and responded. As they started to pull the boy from my grasp, he said something like, “we need help.” 

Two things occurred to me at once. My young friend was not the only one in peril and my being naked no longer mattered. I was lifted out of the water onto the boat as everyone watched. They stared at my wet naked body lying in the pale light on the lower deck, which somehow made me relaxed and horny. I woke up.

Of course, I was drowsy, but the horniness from my dream was real. It was too early to be awake and my partner, Amy, was sleeping. I could tell from the distinctive sound of her breathing. The room was dark, but I was able to quietly get out of bed, pick up my iPad and leave the room without disturbing her.

The rest of the house was dark as well, so I opened my tablet to light the way to my favorite comfy couch. I laid there with my tablet beside me, thinking of the dream and decided to write it down so I could share it with Amy later. She had been with me on the ferry on the sun deck on top just before I found myself naked. Was I trying to hide by dangling over the side of the boat? 

I decided to take my top and undies off. I never wear a bra to bed. After undressing, I neatly laid my top on the couch and sat on it, my legs spread, one hand draped over my neatly trimmed bush. I thought of the images from the dream as I caressed my neck, shoulders and breasts with my other hand, softly kneading each breast. I licked my fingers and spread the moisture in circles around each nipple, then started pinching and pulling on them while I rubbed my slit with the other hand.

The surprise in the eyes of the people on the lower deck of the ferry in my dream seemd real. First, they saw me dangling naked, then the bungee took me up and out of sight. Then I was there again seconds later.  They watched, mesmerized by what they were seeing, not noticing the other ferry on a collision course. 

I slipped my fingers into my slit, exploring the moist inner lips, the familiar hood at the top over my clit. I was wet enough already to allow a finger to slip inside and I curled it in and up, feeling that wonderful flat, smooth spot inside me, pulsing and rubbing with my fingertip, focused on that spot.

Just before the ferries collided, I dropped into the water, which felt warm to me. I was floating beside the boat and wanted to intervene, but it didn’t matter. There was no sharp crash or grinding of metal on metal. The boats were like soft, rubberized bath toys, sliding along each other and bouncing harmlessly in the waves. I was intrigued and swam alongside until the sun set. 

By now, I was really feeling it. That tension and need for release, needing to feel something inside of me. Every part of my body was tingling. And there was that sensation in my tummy almost like butterflies, but also an emptiness. My breathing becoming heavier. I started fucking myself with two, then three fingers, tugging on my breasts randomly.

Then the boy was there in the dark and I kept going, my voice cracked…”we need help!” Then I was naked on the deck with everyone watching me. I felt the intensity washing over me and shuddered, my vagina clinching around my fingers as I came.

I realized too late that my voice was not just a memory from the dream. Amy walked into the dark room, lit only by my iPad.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“I had the most incredible dream. I was going to write it down, but got carried away with…um…”

“I can see that.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She smiled and asked me to come back to bed. I shared my dream with her. There is nothing better.