I was alone, on a small tropical island. A gentle breeze blew through the trees. I thought, "This is perfect weather for a cold beer."
No sooner had I thought that than a waiter appeared, towel draped over one arm, wearing a white suit. He handed me a cold black 'n' tan in a highball glass.
Am I dreaming? I thought.
"It's not a dream, sir," he said softly, "But you may wish to visit the guest cottage."
Shrugging, I figured he might be right. I walked up the beach a ways to this little gazebo thing with windows. Inside, I could see a tall, blond and fit lady settling down in one of the plush chairs. As I watched, she removed her bathrobe, and began peeling away layers of clothing.
I was at that door faster than light speed. She flung aside a stocking, and locked me with her sensual gaze. "Won't you come in, traveler?"
More clothing flew away from her. I watched each piece leave. Finally, she stood before me wearing only two small squares of cloth. The world departed from my mind at that moment.
"And now for the best part of all," she said, reaching down toward her ample cleavage. My eyes followed her hand, full of expectation. With a lusty sigh, she reached in and pulled out a half-pound of Old Joe Krantz and tossed it to me. As I held this treasure, she pulled out a pair of Petersons and we smoked in bliss as the sun set, talking about Greco-Roman architecture.
Best dream ever.
No sooner had I thought that than a waiter appeared, towel draped over one arm, wearing a white suit. He handed me a cold black 'n' tan in a highball glass.
Am I dreaming? I thought.
"It's not a dream, sir," he said softly, "But you may wish to visit the guest cottage."
Shrugging, I figured he might be right. I walked up the beach a ways to this little gazebo thing with windows. Inside, I could see a tall, blond and fit lady settling down in one of the plush chairs. As I watched, she removed her bathrobe, and began peeling away layers of clothing.
I was at that door faster than light speed. She flung aside a stocking, and locked me with her sensual gaze. "Won't you come in, traveler?"
More clothing flew away from her. I watched each piece leave. Finally, she stood before me wearing only two small squares of cloth. The world departed from my mind at that moment.
"And now for the best part of all," she said, reaching down toward her ample cleavage. My eyes followed her hand, full of expectation. With a lusty sigh, she reached in and pulled out a half-pound of Old Joe Krantz and tossed it to me. As I held this treasure, she pulled out a pair of Petersons and we smoked in bliss as the sun set, talking about Greco-Roman architecture.
Best dream ever.
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