He was dreaming about her.
Again. It was always the same dream.
He had been dreaming about her for weeks. Not every night, but most nights. He didn't want to stop dreaming about her, yet he didn't know who she was or where to start looking for her.
He wanted to make those dreams come true; enjoy her body in reality not just in his dreams.
* * * *
He found himself standing in a room with a thick, soft carpet.
"Hi. I'm Mandi. Fuck me."
The soft, sexy voice came from behind him. He turned round to see a gorgeous dark-haired woman in a short, low-necked, button-up dress standing there. Slowly she undid the buttons and shrugged the dress to the floor. The dress had left little to his imagination, but now even less was left. She was wearing a tight-fitting bikini, so tight-fitting in fact that her breasts looked as if they would fall out of the top at any moment.
"Come. Fuck me." She repeated. "I'm yours."
He found himself naked, though he never could remember undressing. He stepped forward and gently kissed her. That kiss became two long deep kisses as he let his hands roam over her back and finally undoing the bikini top. Her hands had been roaming over his back too, but now they stilled, letting him step back to admire the view.
The bikini top dropped off the lush breasts and he stood there looking in wonder at them, wonder at the fact that they were his to enjoy.
"Touch them."
He did and fondled them gently with his finger tips. Then he knelt down on the carpet and took one breast into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the nipple and she sighed with contentment. He sucked at the breast till the nipple stood erect and stiff, then changed to the other breast. Mandi sighed with pleasure as he suckled her. Standing again, he kissed her face, neck, and shoulders while caressing her breasts with his hands.
"I know what you want now," she whispered as she dropped to the floor and took his hard cock in her mouth.
Instinctively he put his hands around her head, holding her there. She took his whole cock into her mouth and sucked on it. He quivered as the sensations flowed. He wanted to cum in her mouth - desperately wanted to - but she was a past mistress at keeping a man back. She played tenderly with his balls, keeping him at fever-pitch, while she tongued his cock.
He groaned with frustration.
"Soon," she whispered. "Soon you will cum,"
When she had driven him to breaking-point, she pulled him down onto the soft carpet. Guiding his hand to her bikini briefs, she said
"Feel me."
She was wet, and his hand fumbled with the edge of the too-tight briefs.
"They undo at the side," she smiled at him.
Finding the bows, he pulled them undone. Then he peeled the material away from her skin. It had been so tight that the fabric had slid between her outer lips, thong-like, and he had to part the silky skin to remove the material. He was breathing heavily now, touching that hot, wet skin was driving him crazy.
She opened her legs and parted her lips with her fingers. Inside she was red and soaking. Gleaming. He wanted her for always.
Moistening a finger with her own juices, she slowly fingered herself to near-climax.
"Take me," she invited.
He did not need another invitation. Lifting her up, he slid his ram-rod stiff cock into her hotness. Thrusting deep into her, he rode her quickly, needing to cum. She had abandoned her clit when he entered her and now held his buttocks tight.
Faster and deeper he thrust, feeling her warmth around him.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
* * * *
That is where the dream always faded, and he always woke with an agonisingly stiff cock...
He just had to find her and finish the fuck.
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