I was at work. It was almost lunchtime. I had been trying to get to a stopping point, when my phone lit up. It was my girl: "I had the BEST dream about you last night."
I typed a quick reply: "Yeah? What?" I wondered why she was just now texting about her dream at 11:00 AM.
"Pretty graphic...stop reading if this is going to interfere with work..." came her reply.
My dick perked up; I stopped reading. When I went back to our chat after lunch, what she had typed for me proved well worth the wait.
"First part I remember is you were inside me and I reached down to feel how you were so thick I had to stretch to fit around you. I must have looked down because I remember seeing our connection, almost like close up. Then I was riding you and kissing you and we were sweating and maybe a little hair pulling...I think we were on your couch, not sure, but we were semi-sitting up. No story or anything, but the whole dream felt extra realistic. And delicious. I woke up all sweaty."
I hadn't felt her body in almost a week. I smiled and tried hard to think about work for the rest of the day.
***
"Wanna make out?" She asked. We were on my couch that evening, and had decided we were bored with the current Netflix offerings.
Her voice was playful, but just a little too controlled. Her eyes flashed with something like hunger. She stood over me as if ready to pounce. I reached a hand up the inside of her thigh, pausing between her legs to feel the heat that radiated from her. She swung her other leg over me so that she straddled me on the couch. My jeans had already become unbearably tight.
She leaned in and kissed me deeply. Kissing back, I ran my hands along her body - up the backs of her thighs, lingering on her ass, pulling her hips closer against my erection. I slid my hands inside her shirt and caressed the lace of her bra, the softness of her breasts spilling out at the top. She expressed her pleasure by grinding against my stiff cock. It ached for her, feeling her humid warmth through all of our clothes. I slipped my hand between her legs once again, rubbing on her through her pants.
"Take these off." It was more plea than command.
She stood and did as I had asked, slowly unbuttoning the jeans, sliding them down over her hips and ass, revealing silky red lace-trimmed panties. I watched, placing a hand over my cock as it throbbed in anticipation.
She let her jeans fall to the floor, kicking them aside. Still wearing her panties and shirt, she turned her attention to my own pants. She unbuttoned them with excitement in her eyes, as though opening a present just for her. By now she knew exactly what she would find, but this only seemed to add to her enthusiasm. As she worked the zipper down and my dick sprang forth, I watched her smile and bite her lip. Without hesitation, she bent forward and took just the tip into her mouth, sucking lightly. Her hands caressed the shaft ever so lightly as I finished the job of removing my pants.
I couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment - I knew I would come much too easily tonight. I hadn't touched myself in days, and now I was trembling in her hands. I wanted to warn her - I'm usually able to last as long as she needs me to, but tonight I could already feel the orgasm threatening to rise up and overwhelm me.
As though sensing the intensity of my lust, she began to slide me deeper into her mouth. I fought to stay in control as her lips slid down my shaft. When the tip reached the back of her throat and she tried to pull me in deeper still, I knew I had to gather all my willpower and stop her. I wanted her to fuck me. I needed inside.
"Why are you still wearing panties?"
My question prompted her to stand and spin around slowly, twitching her hips back and forth for me as she slid the silky little panties down, bending all the way forward to slip them free from her ankles.
Despite the break in physical contact, the fire inside me refused to be calmed even a little. I felt certain I could explode at any moment.
She would later tell me I had need in my eyes. She was still removing her shirt and bra as she straddled me once again. Using her hand, she guided my cock between her legs. Before her lips had even parted for me I could feel how wet she was. Gently, carefully, she slid down over me, slippery with excitement. Her face was tense with concentration.
When her body had accepted about half of my cock inside, she began to gasp, suddenly holding herself very still on me. I watched her face in wonder - she was coming already. It was all I could do not to grab her hips and thrust in deep, filling her with my entire cock, thick and throbbing and rock hard just for her. I held very still and watched her with amazement. I could feel her pussy tighten around me again and again, sliding over me again, taking me deeper. I still hadn't taken off my shirt, and now she clutched the fabric in both hands as her orgasm continued, the pleasure only building instead of tapering off. The look on her face conveyed such an intensity of feeling that I didn't dare move. She pressed against me as hard as she could now, her pussy filled to its limit with my erection. She held very still, holding me deep inside, and I felt her whole body tremble as she continued to come on me, again and again. I held myself as still as I could, watching her face in awe.