Meeting Sam, part two

Sam told me that Rainier was staying with him for awhile. Two bachelors was how he described it, living in a big house on Alameda Ridge.
"Let me show you," he said, picking up his ipad and sitting beside me. The only other people in the restaurant was a group of women who seemed content with the bottles of wine, the cheese plate, the almonds sprinkled with fresh thyme.
Sam's house was a big ranch style house, totally different from my wild little cottage. It looked out over the city, and was very well landscaped and decorated. He told me he'd had someone do it for him. I showed him photos of my place, which isn't much, but at least I own it.
"That's an interesting drawing," he said, as one of my photos had half of an art print. It was a French erotic illustration that I have framed over my desk. I laughed it off. I could tell he was interested though.
He had designed his house to remind him of his Wyoming childhood, on a sheep ranch outside of Casper. The rain drummed down on the windows, and it was so elegant in the bar. Sam got up and poured us each a fresh glass. I'd only said I would stay for one, but I was having such a good time, and he didn't try to make a move on me or anything. Which made me interested, since the relationship between he and Rainier almost made me wonder...
"Come by again," he said, when I finished my second glass and had to leave. I wrote down my phone number on a piece of paper, and left it on the bar. I'd had a really nice time with him, and I expect he'll call me eventually.
When I got home, giddy from the wine and the flirting, I took a long, hot bath with some rose salts and some almond oil. I felt so clean and warm and tired. I'd planned to masturbate when I went to bed, take my time, really enjoy myself. I'd been touching myself in the clawfoot bathtub I have, rubbing scented oil on my nipples, looking forward to the thick hard girth of my dildo. I love fucking myself with it and then sucking my juices off the realistic glans, and then riding it hard until I come. Sometimes I wake up with it still inside of me, always hard, always ready to fuck immediately.
But then I got into bed and I was so tired that I just fell asleep. And dreamed. I don't remember all of it, but Rainier and Sam were both naked in my bed, their cocks stiff and rubbing over my ass and thighs as we all kissed. I woke up so hot that I couldn't even get my dildo out of my bedside table. I rubbed myself twice and exploded over the sheets, drenching them in my come and then fell asleep to dream again of erotic things.