I had a dream about you. And, ohh, what a dream it was...let me tell you about it.
You were lying on a floor covered in thick black carpet. As I approached the doorway, you were just finishing a book. I gave you a moment to stretch out and yawn before I would make my presence known...you looked tired. After all, you had worked all week. As I opened my mouth to speak, you stopped stretching and closed your eyes and started touching your cock through your shorts...my heart stopped and my mouth closed. I backed up quickly and peeked around the doorframe. I knew that I shouldn’t stand there and watch, but my gaze was like a magnet and refused to pull away. You were wearing only thin white silk boxers, and I could see you growing through the soft material from the across the room where I stood. The bigger your cock got, the more it strained against its prison, and the thinner the material became...
My heart began to pound and my breath caught as I watched the fingers of your left hand trail over that nice hot hardness, and you moaned...you sounded like you were in fantastic pain, needing to be brought off quick and fast but wanting to savor the feeling all at once. Little drops of sweat began to glisten on your forehead and the hairs on your chest and stomach darkened even more than usual from the dampness that was gathering beneath them. As I looked at your chest, I noticed the nipples that sat atop all of that hard muscle were taut and begging for my tongue. Only half aware, I reached up through my blouse and pinched my own nipples in response. My eyes trailed their way back downward to your shorts, your hand, and that beautiful outline of a cock, and saw a small drop of precum oozing its way through your shorts. Immediately I felt my pussy grow hotter and my panties become soaked from the gush of wetness this vision before me had ensued.
I heard you sigh softly with a mix of relief and anticipation as you ever so carefully pulled the boxers down past your hips and released your big hard cock from it’s restrictions. Your left hand wrapped around the base of it as you pulled up your knees. From this angle, I could see everything, and it took everything I had to not let out a moan of my own. I didn’t want you to know I was there yet...I wanted to enjoy this show a little longer. You began to stroke slowly up to the thick head of your cock and reached down
with your right hand to clasp your balls...as you stroked back down, your ass lifted up just slightly to meet your fist. Watching you lying there fucking your hand, moaning and sweating and breathing fire it seemed...well, I thought I was going to die from the fire that was burning between my legs. My nipples were tingling and straining against my shirt, and as I slipped my own hand into my juice-soaked panties, another glistening drop of cum had formed at the head of your cock. It grew until it lost it’s balance, and slid down the side of your cock and over your fist. I licked my lips, dying to taste it, to lick your fingers clean. I found my clit with my fingers, slippery and wet and hard, and began to