Jenn's eyes were focused on the unknown man of her dreams as he placed his cock inside her. The wetness of her most private area allowed him easy access, filling her to the brim.
Slowly, he moved back and forth creating a rush of pleasure with ever move. She couldn't see his face, but that mattered little compared to the rapture she was feeling as he played her like a precious instrument.
"Oh God, yes," she moaned as his pace quickened and her body responded. Her face became flush and her body was building to a crescendo that would bring make her body quake and shudder.
Jenn dug her nails in his back and he fucked her. No longer the gentle strokes of a lover, but the pure primal touch of an animal. She moaned in pleasure letting his cock ram her pussy over and over again.
Harder and faster he went, her breathing becoming more labored with each thrust. The muscles in her body began in involuntarily contract as the waves of pleasure crashed into her over and over again. She's close. Her climax is quickly approaching and she aches for the final release.
"Fuck me harder, make me cum ...please,' Jenn screams half begging and her lover picks up the pace to accommodate her every wish.
She wraps her legs around him as she feels her bodybuilding to its apex. Soon the release will come and drown out the world. She can't breath and her body is taught awaiting her release.
"Ahhhhh, she screams as her body finally reaches the point of no return.
BEEP....BEEP...BEEP... BEEP ... Jenn opened her eyes and no longer saw the face of her dream lover, but the white speckles ceiling of her modest apartment.
She grabbed the offending alarm clock and contemplated throwing it against the wall shattering it into a thousand pieces, but thought better of it.
Her body was on fire. She pulled back the sheets and felt the sticky wetness between her legs. The room smelled of unfinished arousal as she got out of bed and stripped from her wet soaked clothes.
She stood naked in front of the mirror staring at her body. She ran her hands over her pert breasts paying special attentions to her nipples as they hardened in her fingertips.
Her 27-year-old 5'2 frame shuddered at the sudden pleasure. She had been denied her orgasm in her dream and it left her body wanton for pleasure. She wanted a cock inside her bad and felt the slight trickle of juice from her hot and incredibly wet pussy flow down her leg.
Her hands moved from her breasts to her flat stomach. Jenn liked the feeling as her fingers tickled the area around her belly button and the top of her trimmed pubic hair.
She put a finger inside her pussy and was awarded with another sudden rush of pleasure. She probed the folds of her labia and began to gently touch the tip of clitoris. Her knees buckled as she prepared to finally receive that which she had been denied.
She began to rub her clit in little circles slowly building her pleasure again. She gasped in pleasure and the remembrance of the man in her dreams. Her finger was wet, slick. Deep inside her, then out. The air cooled it and she pushed it in again. Her pelvis lifts up and she reached further down, thinking of his hard cock filling her.
Closer and closer she comes, once again reaching the apex as her body begged to push her over the limit. Her breathing came in shorts breaths with a high-pitched moan escaping her lips each time. Harder she pressed against her clit until she was furiously rubbing her pleasure button praying, hoping to find the release her body needed.
Her orgasm came like a tidal wave enveloping her body. It seemed last forever as heat and electricity ripped through her muscles, sending them into spasm.
She cried out as her legs buckled and she fell to the floor still clutching her pussy as the orgasm continued to rack her body. For several minutes she sat in front of the mirror with a wide smile on her face unable to move for fear of breaking the spell of peace and pleasure that had enveloped her.
Jenn finally gets up when she realizes time was not on her side and she had to get to the hospital for her shift. Lazily, she got up still weak in the knees and entered her bathroom.
The warm water from the shower lulled her into another dreamlike state and thought about the man of her dreams. Jenn realized she still was incredibly aroused despite her climax and the need for a cock was all she could think about.
"I have got to get this under control," she said as the water stimulated her nipples again.
The cold air from the bathroom shocked her to her senses, but it wasn't enough to quell the fire she had inside. Dressing in her nursing uniform, Jenn decided it was time to get these thoughts out of her head because there were lives that depended on her. Still, she wore the red lacey thong that she had been saving for a particularly hot date just in case.
"You never know what will happen in a day," she said mischievously.
The hospital's white walls and sterile smells could not curb her voracious appetite for sex, but Jenn did her best to seem nonchalant as she squirmed in her seat and poured over pharmaceutical reports.
"Jenn, would you mind giving number 14 his sponge bath. It's been a few days since surgery and he's getting a little gamey," Dr. Barstow said.
Barstow was what every woman dreamed of when it came to a successful doctor. It wasn't a coincidence most of his patients were women. His physique was chiseled thanks to years of healthy living and workouts at the gym.
He looked like the kind of doctor that spends his off hours hunting down rare artifacts in weird little countries all for the sake of science.
"Jenn," he said breaking her concentration on his strong arms and handsome face. "What about number 14."
