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realize it only gets easier.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    That night I dream of dipping my fingers into the Atlantic. I'm curled up in my little pop-up tent, cozy in my sleeping bag. My body is comfortably sore and I can't help my thoughts as they meander through G-rated dreams of reaching the Eastern coast, finding my new home, running into the arms of my fantasy to R-rated sex on the beach with my dream man. I like these dreams better.
    In my fantasy he would be wearing these loose shorts that hang low enough to show off that sexy-line that only lean, male torsos possess. He would spot me on the beach a short distance from him. My see-through white dress would be light and airy against my hardened nipples. One side of my dress would hang from my shoulder, the wind would flutter the material. I'm not wearing any underwear.
    At the sight of me, biting my lip, gazing longingly in his direction, the man's expression would turn predatory. He would stalk toward me, with his hips swaying, his bare feet sinking into the sand. His abs would ripple and his short, dark hair would ruffle in the breeze. His toned arms would snatch me up before the next wave came lapping over my ankles.
    The sun is setting. Seagulls cry off the shoreline. He would squeeze me to him, my breasts firm against his defined chest, his erection digging into me. His lips seal around mine, filling me with his tongue and saliva, the taste is sweet and provocative. His scent replaces the smell of the ocean. He's pine trees and fresh air. He's warm sunshine and clean soap. His smell is addictive. I inhale to get more of him inside of me, he smells amazing.
    He would lay me on the sand, undoing the drawstring of his pants and my legs would fall shamelessly open. I want him inside of me. His solid erection would release from his shorts and I'd gasp at the size of it. It's my fantasy, of course it would be perfect. If he hadn't been quick to slip inside me, I would have slid my mouth around him, sucked him off before he got the chance to make love to me.
    “Ah!” I cry out in both my fantasy and reality as his cock slides all the way to the hilt. In my little tent, as my fingers rub my clit, “Almost there,” I breathe.
    I imagine his penis running in and then out of me. His firm stomach flexing as he gears up to ram home once again. He's panting over me. His breath is hot against my skin. My tension gathers, my pelvic muscles contract. The wave builds, builds, builds then crashes over me. It pulls me under, and I'm lost for the better.
    I'm breathing heavily in my little tent. My core contracts and releases with my orgasm. I right my panties and roll onto my side with a sigh. Where was Maurice when I needed him? I curl up into a tight little ball. Better yet, where was my dream man?
    My eyes drift closed as I focus on the continuous melodies of chirping crickets. This is my chance. I think sleepily. I'm sated and tired, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow with it being barely the beginning. I have hundreds of miles to go. I pull my sleeping bag tighter around me. I have to find him.
     
    ***
    “ Where the devil am I?” My phone died last night, and I had been sent off my original course by an impenetrable cliff-face that led me farther south than I'd intended to go. I look at my map and my compass. Everything around me is forest. I'm not worried, it's not like I can get lost or anything, I just need to keep heading east.
    I pull the straps of my pack higher up on my shoulders, my map still clutched in one hand. Today is only my second day and this happened. Kara will not be pleased. My body already aches from sleeping on the ground, and my hips are sore from the miles of walking. And I want a real meal.
    Geez, when did I get so soft?
    I'm staring down at my map as I daydream of hot soup and French bread. My hair feels like dried sweat, my clothes smell like exertion. My new boots already look months old covered in dust from the trail