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From: Dreamweaver <Dreamweaver_185@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} Daydream (M/F, rom, cons, daydream)
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Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:10:01 -0400
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This is a work entirely of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead 
or real events past or present is purely coincidental. What follows includes 
description of sexual activity between consenting adults. If you are offended 
by or are not of legal age to view such material quit reading now.

I swung a leg over my XR and headed into the hills west of town.  After 
coming up on to that bench over town I wound out on the open trail until I 
reached and turned on to the lesser used trail to the right which led to the 
base of the cut where the power line ran straight up the hill.  I slowed down 
for the rocks water and time always rolled to the bottom of the hill before 
cracking the throttle open for the third gear climb.  I could feel myself 
shifting my weight up over the tank as the front wheel lifted to only skim 
the ground and the rear danced under me roosting away the loose cover to grab 
the embedded rocks and solid ground underneath.  A short level and one more 
steep climb brought me on to the more gradual grade where I threaded my way 
through the rocks and scrub brush until I turned off to a narrow cow trail 
leading left.  Since this trail leads generally sidehill it has a lot of 
tight switchbacks crossing draws and ravines, adding in the narrow spaces 
between jackpines with a few low hanging branches and fallen logs thrown in 
here and there made it mostly a first and second gear challenge I loved.  The 
trail continues to head south until it disperses in the small clearings above 
the MX track.  I shifted back into third and held just a little above idle, 
standing up I could feel the bike rocking underneath me as I climbed the 
natural steps toward the level clearing a couple of hundred yards further up.
  

Cresting the hill I saw something in the middle of the sheltered clearing.  
It was a small blonde woman sunbathing on a blanket.  Having heard me she was 
watching for me and motioned for me to come over once she knew I had seen 
her.  I rode up and stopped, shutting my bike off next to her.  As I was 
taking my gloves and helmet off she smiled, rolled onto her side and moved 
over to make room for me on the blanket beside her.  The sun's rays weren't 
as strong as they would have been during the peak of summer but the clear sky 
and natural windbreaks had the temperature just right.  I settled down on the 
blanket in what can only be described as awe.  She was the woman of my 
dreams.  Blonde hair just shorter than shoulder length framing the the 
sweetest rounded face, perfectly suited to a body set to keep a trace of its 
original shape of baby fat.  Firm B cup breasts along with rounded hips and 
thighs fit her height in proportions only nature could master.  I kissed her 
tentatively, brushing my hand across her smooth shoulder and down her arm as 
I did.  The surrounding jackpines creaked and groaned as the breeze wafted 
through their tops whispering the universe's approval.  She reached to lift 
my shirt which I sat up to remove before I lay down to pull her into my arms 
where it felt so right for her to be.  We lost ourselves in each other as we 
made love in the sun, both somehow instinctively knowing the keys to the 
other's pleasure.  Spent, we drifted off to a contented sleep curled up 
together.  

I woke up when the lengthening shadows of the trees stretched across me and 
the warmth was fading.  I looked around to find myself alone.  The blonde, 
who was she?  Where did she come from?  Where did she go?  Will I ever see 
her again?  Contented but having questions that may forever go unanswered I 
rubbed the sleep from my eyes, dropped my chair down from the fence and came 
inside to start looking for something for supper.

Comments, feedback and email welcome at Dreamweaver_185@yahoo.ca

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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