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really give a person much chance unless you wanted to get into dirty cattle watering holes. Then, her jobs left her sleeping all day as she performed or entertained all night, so she never felt an interest to learn to swim.
    But the gentle waves and soft slope of the sand on the Gulf beach did not worry her, and she had no intention of wading in beyond getting her feet wet. One evening, enjoying the cool breeze and dressed warm, she wandered further down the beach than usual. Here, she found the remains of someone’s picnic area.
    She looked around and then saw the footprints and the mark of where a boat had been pulled up. Evidently, someone had come in and built a fire and relaxed on the deserted beach for a few hours and then left. She approved of the fact that they had cleaned up, as she did not find anything left behind except the remnants of their fire.
    They had piled together a small bunch of driftwood and banked a sand wall around it, and there were embers still glowing as the last of the wood sputtered and caught in small updrafts to make a nice evening glow. She sat down in one of the dry spots left from one of their towels that they had taken and laid back to look at the stars as they began to take their place in the sky above.
    She was sleepy and not surprised, as she had only caught naps for several days. Thinking that she was fairly safe on this stretch of beach, she allowed herself to relax and even sleep for a few minutes. She caught a whiff of smoke, and it had the most unusual smell, not damp driftwood, but the strange odor of sandalwood and cinnamon and something richer. She took a deeper breath, drawing the smell into her, and drifted.
    She felt a breath on her ear. It was warm and male, and she waited. Then, around the breath, she heard a whisper.
    “You need to stroke yourself for me.”
    She lay still, not wanting to break the magic of the dream. Finally, she could not resist. She placed her hand down between her legs and pushed against the denim shorts. She had tried masturbation until she made herself sore with no results, but in this dream, the touch of the seam of her shorts against her body felt good. She immediately felt heat and a response.
    Again, she felt the breath on her ear.
    “It would be better if you could feel your finger on your body. Open your clothes for me.”
    This time, the breath did not go away. The warm breathing continued to move against her ear and her neck.
    As if it were not her body, her hands unzipped her shorts and, raising her hips, she pushed her shorts and pants down. She felt the cold sand on her bottom, but it was erotic, sending a pulse through her system. She returned her hands to her mound, then, using one hand to pull her lips apart, she found the bloated nub with the other. Her first touch sent bolts of fire up her body. She pushed her fingers down and sucked in as she felt moisture seeping. Yes, she was responding.
    “Oh yes, sweet one, that is what I want. I smell your sex. Use your hand. Make yourself come for me.”
    She felt the breath hotter and hotter with the whispered words and then, as she pumped her fingers into her core and twisted her anguished nub, she felt a scalding tongue lick the swirl of her ear and she came with a bolt of lightning behind her eyes, and the air in her body totally knocked out of her. She did not think she had had an orgasm as bold as this one in years.
    She lay motionless, eyes still closed, the smell of the smoke sweet as she choked to get air into her starved lungs. She slowly revived and opened her eyes from the dream, but she was aware that her hands were on her split lips with one leg cocked open. She felt her own moisture and knew that she had reached an orgasm. She looked down and saw her shorts down around her ankles and slowly pulled her clothes back up as she weakly got up.
    Okay, she could not reach an orgasm with a partner, but she could reach the best she had ever had since she walked into her neighbor’s