I'm awakened by a buzz coming from beneath my pillow. My heart is racing, my clit is numb, and I feel a sensation lingering on my lips as if my dream had actually been reality. I take a deep breath and pull my phone out to see the text message icon glowing on the screen. I open it, my eyes focus to see that it's from you, then "good morning." I smile and my heartbeat starts to speed up again, my fingers stumble across the keys. "Mornin." send. I roll over and stretch and find myself smiling again. I take in another deep breath. I sit up and look around to notice that the bed is empty. The house is empty. I finally get some time to myself. Moments later the phone goes off again. This time when I open it I read, "I'm alone." I start to feel the excitement build when I type in "me too" and send it. I sit up and throw the covers aside. My hair falls over my nipples, still erect from my wet dream. I go turn on the shower while I wait for a response, but none comes so I jump in.
The water running down my naked body is soothing and seems to wash the sleepiness away. My mind starts to wander, I try to recall the dream I was enjoying before I woke up but I cant remember anything, no matter how hard I try. Then I start to think about you again. About how you make me feel. How I've been craving to feel you inside me again. How I get kinda nervous around you like I've never done around anyone else. The way you text me just to see how my day is going, almost like you're too good to be true...Thinking about all of that makes me curious to know what the next text will say when I get out of the shower. For some reason I can't seem to get enough of you, you're like an addiction. I come back to reality to notice that I've been standing there too long, so I finish cleaning up and shaving, etc and get out. As expected, there is a new text message. "I'm home, have lots of time." I tell you, "sounds good, give me 20 minutes" and get dressed.
I get to your house, by now my hands are shaking, I have butterflies in my stomach that I don't think I've felt for a long time, I can't wait to make you feel the way I do. I knock on the door and wait for you to yell "come in" as usual. I come inside and close the door behind me, taking off my coat as I make my way to the couch and toss it on the arm. You turn to me and ask, "so what do you want to do?"
Instead of saying I don't know and doing that whole awkward thing, I straddle your chair and sit on your lap, carefully taking off your hat and glasses and setting them safely on the desk behind you. I pull my hands back, run them from your shoulders, slowly down your chest and abdomen, down to your pants. But not as far as you want me to. They slip under your shirt, easing it up as they slide around your hips, up your sides to your back. I feel the muscles in your back tense up under my hands as a shiver runs through you. They continue up your shoulder blades and lift your shirt over your head.
I drop your shirt beside the chair, and when I look back at you I see smile on your face, I feel the sensation on my lips that taunted me when I woke up, I want to kiss you so badly but I hesitate. I leave you hanging for a moment, my lips inches from yours, I decide to go for it. I press my lips to yours and feel a rush of adrenaline shoot through me. My need to feel your dick inside me gets stronger, I can hardly wait to fuck you again. I love the way you make me feel. I pull away and work my way down to your pants again. I undo the button, ease the zipper down, and slip my fingers into your waistband to pull your pants off, but leave your underwear on. I love your boxer briefs, they're so fuckin sexy on you. Your hard cock stands up through your boxers as I slide them down over your hips to your knees. You help pull them the rest of the way down and kick them to the floor. You're anxiously anticipating my next move, you can't wait for me to put my lips on your dick.
