The first thing Skip did when he got to the grotto was pour himself more broove. The kegs in the grotto were the only ones without lines in front of them.

     Skip saw three Azurian couples. One couple sat hand in hand, neck deep in the slowly flowing, warm-to-hot grotto pool. Another couple climbed on a rock in the middle of the grotto to kiss and caress.

     The third couple fucked. She rested on her back on soft, warm stone while her boyfriend slid himself in and out of her. Besides cock plunging into cunt, they did not touch each other. The gazed into each other's eyes with what could only be described as surprised amusement.  

     Steam hovered everywhere so that the atmosphere in the grotto reminded Skip of thick fog.

     "Can I help you remove your clothing?" a Galatea whispered in his ear.

     She'd so solidified by this time; she had no problem removing his jeans. He'd left his T-shirt hanging back on a post at the dancing circle. The Galateas were so beyond albino white that, under any other circumstances, they would come off as nightmarishly frightening, but there, in this dreamy dream of a universe, Skip had never seen anything more beautiful. 

     He sat down so they could pull his pants and underwear off. They gently pushed and prodded him until he was flat on his back on grotto rock, not feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable. In a weird way, that grotto rock felt as soft as his mattress back in his apartment. Now they were all over him until, everywhere he looked, he saw nothing but Galatea flesh, felt nothing but the warmth and tenderness of them as they kissed and caressed him.

     I'm about to cum like a big dog, he thought.

     First, though...

     "Why do I get the feeling you're watching me, Claudia?"

     "I watch everybody," Claudia replied. "It's part of what I do."

     "No, I mean specifically. In my dream, you and I had some sort of relationship, right? I carried you around in my pocket like a coin."

     "Why aren't you climaxing? You should be climaxing by now."

     "You see? Right there. That's exactly what I'm talking about. It's like we've known each other for years the way you...Oh. Oh yes, here it comes."

     Thirty seconds later:

     "I can't do it when I know you're watching."

​     "You didn't used to have that problem."

     "There you go again. It's like I...like...I...I...Aagghhh!"

     "Now that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

     "I'm soft as a slug again," Skip said as a Galatea washed the sperm off his belly and balls. 

     "Wait a few minutes."

​CONTINUE