Subconsciously, I heard footsteps walking towards my almost-empty room. As soon as I became sure that they were really footsteps, I opened my eyes and got up from my steel bed. I waited until the door opened. A few seconds more and someone entered.
He was there again, in front of me. Even with the dim light surrounding me, I can make out his tall figure. His shoulders so broad I can imagine having a difficult time engulfing them with my arms. His stern body showed his almost protruding biceps. I took a closer look at his chest -- still muscular and sexy. I wondered, if I pounded it real hard, will he feel any pain at all? Looking down, I felt more delighted to see his bulge and it made me remember what I was dreaming before I heard him coming to my room.
In my dream, he was caressing my soft small breasts, my nipples getting hard from each stroke of his fingers as he lustfully kissed my neck. His other hand reached the gem between my thigh, teasing my kitty with occasional soft touches. Moaning from pleasure, I slowly unzipped his pants and felt his weapon gradually getting harder and harder, ready to pierce my hole. We exchanged some more steamy kisses coupled with bites and pinches until he finally squeezed my gem and fully felt my wetness.
And I realized that the wetness had gone real when I got back to my consciousness. I think I enjoyed relishing my dream too much that I totally forgot his presence. Unknowingly, I was already touching my crotch, innocently giving my clit soft teases to heighten my arousal. Few moans escaped from my mouth. I completely forgot that he was actually already inside my room, standing in front of me. I guess, it was already too obvious how much I fantasize about him and I can no longer make any excuse to deny it. My curiosity to test and taste him was too apparent not to be noticed.
I heard him clearing his throat. I think he got a bit surprised. His blushing face said it all. But I also think he liked what he just witnessed.
I looked at his bulge once more and it has gotten bigger. It's more evident now inside his cotton pants. Ah, how I wish I could remove his pants and pounce on his precious treasure. I imagine how I would happily lick the shaft down the body until I reach the soft balls, then back to the shaft again. I would then hear his quiet moans as I look at his face to see his confused state. Shall he let me continue pleasuring him with my mouth, or shall he stop me and regret that it had to stop? Surely, he would think it's wrong, but how could the best feeling in this world be wrong?