Jenn stirred from a deep slumber, awakened not by sound, it was a quiet Sunday morning, their bedroom's available light subdued by thick closed drapes. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, momentarily remembering the dream of being on a raft surrounded by water. The urgent need to pee painfully prompted the naked girl to get up.
Curled up next to her man, she swung her legs around, stood on the deep carpeting and stretched like a cat. Just like a typical man, she thought looking at his sprawled torso taking up half the bed. Jenn drank in the sight of Don's long curly brown hair splayed against the pillowcase, toned, muscular arms and legs akimbo and mouth half open, zonked out carelessly. Only his feet were covered under their red satin sheets.
Jenn loved to privately stare at Don's nakedness while he was deep in sleep but the bathroom beckoned, she padded noiselessly into the adjacent room, casually sat and emptied her screaming bladder with great relief. Wiping herself, the ultra soft tissue made Jenn realize how sore her vulva was, recollecting how Don had roughly pounded into her and hadn't she asked for that attention?
She smiled at the tousled hair in the mirror and the dark hickey near her collarbone, silently giggling, did she ask for that also? Jenn swished a capful of Listerine and spat into the sink, wiping her lips with the dark blue hand towel. Her breasts felt heavy, cupping their fullness Jenn held them up for inspection, lightly touching her nipple's morning crinkle. The thought of going back to sleep was quickly erased; Jenn had something better in mind.
Reaching into the medicine cabinet, she retrieved the bottle of sensual massage oil, its tangerine flavour agreeably tasty and sinfully worked wonders on every area of skin and this morning would be Don's unsuspecting penis.
Full daybreak was an hour away as Jenn slowly walked to the edge of the king sized bed, her mind's camera flicking away at the peaceful naked man, exposed for her delight. His hairy, masculine chest, the whitened skin around his crotch, the freckles near his nose, knees, biceps...she'd save the images.
She squeezed a liberal amount, filling her palm with the sweet oil and gently eased onto the bed, carefully lying next to her lover who didn't move a muscle. Jenn's hand leisurely hovered atop Don's genitals, her fingers sprinkling the warmed oil along his tumescent penis. She waited for a reaction and deep asleep there wasn't one.
Jenn's index finger carefully reached down and spread oil over the cock's surface, painting Don's delicate mushroom shaped head which caused a miniscule stir. As her finger smoothed along the shrunken penis, Don sighed and she watched in wonderment as his balls rolled within the crinkled sack.
Holding her breath Jenn patiently waited a few seconds then poured more of the liquid into her hand and continued to anoint his member. Three of Jenn's fingers now began to massage along the sides and his scrotum. Don's right knee imperceptibly twitched and he mumbled something quite incoherent, she smiled as her fingers easily wrapped around the girth, a perfect fit.
With the greatest of care, Jenn's oiled digits gripped his cock and used a slow, masturbating motion, moving the slick skin up and down. She felt it start to grow and she felt the power. The power to make him hard even when asleep. He was at her mercy and Jenn watched, blood coursing into his dick, inch by inch he grew, her fingers relentlessly controlling.
Don's head lolled to the side and she purposely let go. His glistened erection plopped back onto the thick mane of reddish pubic hair, pulsating at full attention and Jenn selfishly wondered what he could be dreaming.
It was a maze...a freaking labyrinth...this one story motel that seemed to stretch on and on. And how the hell did I get up here in New Hampshire? I just wanted to go to the beach and now I'm searching...where is she? She flirted with me, back by the pool, coal black eyes, teeny bikini, beautiful ass and she stuck her tongue out at me. Daring me...no wonder I'm roaming around these halls with a hardon looking for her room.
Grasping his hardon, Jenn was amazed at its thickness. Her feminine fingers could not fit around his pole. She drizzled more of the oil into her hand, the cock's real estate had enlarged and tightened to its full seven inches. She loved playing with him, secretly wishing she had a cock of her own, and a new appendage that she could play with for hours, eliciting such pleasure. Jenn's fingers found a rhythm, stroking the massive shaft, gliding and smearing the lubricant. Don's hips uncontrollably lurched upwards into the slickness and she purposely let go.
Christ...I'm buck naked. What if someone sees me? Do I really care? 234...236...238...I can't seem to remember the number on that red plastic key she flashed. Hold on. Wasn't she with a guy? They looked like they were married or...here it is. 238, yeah. Knock, knock. She's naked. Her kisses are wet and wanton. I can smell her pussy. We're on the bed and my cock is practically dripping. Her name is Sherry and she looks at me asking, "Aren't you afraid...that your wife will catch us? She's not in this dream Sherry...c'mon...open your legs...please?"
