Tags: Fantasy, blowjob, riding, cream pie.
Disclaimer: this story's fictional. Never happened. I'm not making money off this, I'm just horny. You know the drill.
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I remember walking home from work one warm, sunny day. I was just about to get onto the lift bridge when a speeding Volkswagen came barreling at me. I would be damned before I allowed myself to get killed by half a car. So I did what any grown, self-respecting man would do; I dodged out of the way, but I didn't look where I was diving. I tackled a lamp post head first and knocked myself the hell out.
The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake. "Hey, hey? Hello?" I heard a fuzzy but sweet, gentle Irish accent. "Hey, wake up. Please?" she begged and I slowly opened my eyes.
My head was ringing and it took a bit for my vision to come back. When it did, I was looking into the most worried eyes I had ever seen, but she had a relieved smile on her pink lips. And God, were her eyes green!
"I'm sorry, I'm in your way, aren't I?" I slurred, the pole having obviously done a number on me.
"No, no," she said, a lot more calm now. I realized she was cradling my head, and that I was bleeding. "Don't move. An ambulance is on the way," she told me.
"You're pretty," I told her, raising a shaky hand towards her face. She just laughed and rolled her beautiful emerald eyes.
"How about we just start with introductions? I'm Katie."
"Dean," I said, my eyes starting to flutter again.
"Dean, no. Stay with me!" I heard the sirens and knew my ride was almost there. I couldn't keep my eyes open, though.
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The next time I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, the lights were dim, and the only one there was Katie, sitting on the foot of my bed. She was watching me, curling long, straight brunette hair around a finger. "Oh, you're back with the living," she said with a warm smile, flashing perfect white teeth.
"Yeah. It's good to be back," I said, looking with shifty eyes to blinking machinery. "Why are you still here, Katie? You don't owe me anything. And I'm sure I'll be fine. It's probably just a concussion."
"I can't just leave. I'm your guardian angel, silly," she said with a cute laugh.
"The only part of that that makes sense is that you look like an angel. And fuck this concussion for making me say dumb shit out loud!" I grunted, my head hurting from mental effort.
"You don't believe that I'm a real angel?" she asked, a challenging smile on her face. She stood up from the bed and walked to the door, her short heels click-clacking on the linoleum.
She opened the door to my room and, as I laid there watching out of curiosity, she pulled her white blouse right over her head. She was wearing a beautiful, lacy white bra that invitingly pushed up on her ample, firm tits. She wore white like I would expect an angel to.
As I wondered what she was trying to prove, the doctor walked in, right past her! No acknowledgement or anything... like she wasn't actually there...
"Good evening, Mr. Reynolds. How are you feeling?" the doctor asked as he checked out my charts.
"My head hurts. And what happened to the woman that came here with me?" I asked, still staring straight at Katie, the mystery girl who still clutched her white shirt and looked back at me with a shit eating grin.
"No one came here with you, Dean. You were alone when the EMTs got you."
"Bullshit. There wasn't a woman? Creamy skin, green eyes, long brunette hair?" I described Katie, and the doctor kept shaking his head.
"We could ask the EMT who brought you in if he's seen her. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Did Katie put you up to this?" I was starting to get indignant. "She's right there!" I pointed at the door. "You walked right past her. You didn't see Katie McGrath?"
"Dean, I think we're going to keep you over night to monitor your condition. We might want to run some scans to make sure your head is okay." As he walked out, he mumbled, "I would have noticed Katie Mcgrath in my hospital."
"Not going your way, hm?" Katie asked, looking smug as she put her shirt back on. The doctor made no sign of hearing Katie. I just sighed deeply and started accepting the idea that I was hallucinating.
After the doctor left, I was alone with Katie, actress and secretly angel. "I told you I'm your guardian angel. Nobody but you can hear or see me if I choose for them not to. Unless I want them to," she said, coming back to the foot of the bed.
"What did I do to myself? And why are you my angel?"
"Well, you tackled a light post like you were playing rugby and then hit your head on the sidewalk. And you're just who I've been assigned to," she said with a shrug. "Like an angel lottery. It also just so happens I'm your dream girl."