If you are interested in the plot, some people find it easier to understand what is happening if they go back to read the intro and part one of the typewriter.
Thanks to IM_skittles for helping me with editing on this section
Chapter 4 Dan
My heart was racing when I woke. It had been so long since a dream was that vivid. It took me a few moments to get my bearings. As I became more aware of reality, I realized it was just a wet dream. As I got up to retrieve some toilet paper and clean things up, the moist spot on my thigh felt cool and sticky.
I tried not to let it bother me. For three nights in a row I had dreamt of a woman I didn't particularly like and she was doing things I never expected her to do. If she had been a little more like that on our first date, I might have asked her out again. The mind does strange things sometimes.
My mind went back to the dream and I could still feel the warm softness of her tongue caressing my cock and the way her lips sucked gently at my balls. The best part was when she swallowed with my cock in the back of her throat. It felt like every nerve in the tip was throbbing. I don't know how I managed not to cum right then. I guess if I was awake I might have, but something about the dream gave me so much control. I felt like I could do anything. God! Too bad it was a dream.
I could feel my cock starting to get hard again as I remembered the way she wrapped her mouth around me like I was some kind of candy treat. When I came it was amazing, the only thing better was watching her lick the cum from her lips and smile. I laid back on the bed hoping that I could slip back into that dark warm place, but I only woke to the morning. The dawn light crept through the window and I closed my eyes to hold back the day. In my mind I could still see her eyes looking up at me with her mouth open in eager anticipation of my cum in her mouth.
In the end I had to get up. I had a long day ahead and many things to do, but when I got to the office I couldn't focus. I would catch a glimpse of Serefina's red hair and think of the way it partially hid her face as she took my cock in her mouth.
Even when she was out of sight for hours, my mind would return to the dream and I would feel her hands opening my clothes to release my cock to stroke it with her fingers. Though I tried to concentrate on anything else, I just kept on the verge of that that semi-hard edge where the desire to cum was like an annoying itch waiting to be scratched.
Finally I just gave up. I snuck back to the bathroom and found a little privacy in the stall. I let my mind travel over the events of the night before in every detail I could remember. I was surprised by the intense vividness of the memory. It was like I could feel all the sensations again just by remembering them, even down to the wet line her tongue made down the underside of my prick.
It was no wonder that by the time I was done, my cock was throbbing gently. I unfastened my pants to get some well deserved release. With one hand I began to caress my balls as I firmly grasped my cock in the other hand. Slowly at first I began to move my hand up and down the shaft. Each movement increased the intensity of my need. As I increased the speed, I could feel myself get closer.
My balls began to ache, my cock felt hot and thick in my hand. I bit my lip to hold in the groan and pumped faster. When I closed my eyes and remembered her licking the cum from her lips, I exploded. My hot liquid squirted on the wall and dripped slowly down. I sighed with the release because tt was so good.. Finally I put my rod away, fastened my pants and flushed the toilet.
It was amazing how clear my mind felt. All the forms I had been struggling with seemed to fall into place as I walked back to my desk. I sat down and the day flew by. Tax loop holes that I had never really grasped before suddenly made sense to me.
I started making lists of things we could do with my client's assets to bring them larger refunds and outlining strategies for the rest of the year. I didn't even realize what time it was until the cleaning lady came in. She yelped when she saw me, not expecting to see anyone in the office late outside of tax season. As she muttered her apologies for interfering with my work, I grabbed my coat and raced home.
I threw the frozen pizza in the oven before taking off my shoes and socks. I hung up my coat and began to get settled on the couch. As I found my favorite Food Network show on the TIVO, the buzzer sounded for the pizza. I grabbed it and a beer then settled down to watch.
Later that night, as I slipped into bed, I felt pretty pleased with myself. It had been a good day. I had a nice light buzz going on. I was fed and I had gotten some really good work done. I began to drift into the darkness and smiled as I remembered the best part of the day, remembering the cum on her lips as I jacked off in the bathroom. What a better way to slip into sleep.
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The subway was crowded. They should have stopped letting people on, but they pressed in the open doors. I didn't realize who was in front of me until I saw smelled the whiff of her perfume and saw the mass of unruly red hair. In my mind I imagined her turning around and dropping on her knees before me, but there was no room. I had to be content with the soft touch of her ass against my hand, but I wanted more.
I felt her body rub against mine as she turned towards the door as though waiting for someone. I moved in closer and placed my hand on her ass as I looked down the low cut neckline at the curve of her breasts. As the people jostled for position, I moved my hand along her body feeling the curve of her flesh beneath the cloth. Slowly I came to the realization that she wasn't wearing any underwear. The idea sent a rush of energy to my cock as I grabbed the yielding flesh. I could feel her body twist to move away, but there was no room she could neither escape or see who was behind her.
I smiled as I moved my hand down to the top of her thigh. Working my fingers against the soft cloth, I began to ease the hem of her skirt higher. I could hear her breathing accelerate as I got harder. I wondered if she could feel my cock harden against her and wanted to see just how far she would let me go. What would she let me do in this crowd of people pressed in like sardines? How long before she called for help and brought attention to what I was doing?
The material bunched and rose with my constant attention until I could feel her bare skin beneath my fingertips. She gasped again and her breathing became heavier. My left hand slipped down from the handrail and moved between her arm and her body. My fingers cupped her breast searching for her nipple.
Her breath caught for a moment as my fingers brushed against it, but there was no protest. As my fingers moved against the silk, I felt her nipple harden in response. A man in front of her looked down at my hand and shifted slightly to give me more access. His brief glance in my direction encouraged me to continue.
My right hand began to caress the back of her thighs going higher and higher in search of the soft curly locks that I was certain must be a deep reddish gold to match the hair on her head. I felt her skin quiver beneath my fingers and a tiny moan escaped her lips. The man in front of her licked his lips nervously as she moved her body back to press against me.
Our eyes met for a moment and I raised my eyebrows at him as I moved the hand he couldn't see higher until I could feel the hair between her legs brushing lightly against my fingertips. As the moisture slipped down over each strand to wet my fingertips, I longed to taste the sweetness that was there, but I dared not expose myself. I wanted to be the stranger, the disembodied hands that took her over the brink.
My left hand wrapped around her and unfastened a few buttons of her blouse. In front of her a man moved to watch my fingers reach inside the silk top to caress the soft flesh of her breast. As I moved my hand inside her the cup of her bra, she sighed as though she had been waiting her whole life for me to tease her other nipple. The man watching moved his hand down to discretely rub his cock through his slacks and I smiled. I rolled her hard nipple between my fingers making her body quiver and forcing another soft moan from her lips.
I rubbed the curly hair between her legs with the palm of my right hand as my fingers reached up to play with her clit. I could feel the moisture build until she was dripping into my hand. As we traveled through the noisiest part of the tunnel, I eased my fingers between the outer folds of skin before pressing them deep inside her. The sound of her pleasure erased the screeching of the subway making everything else fall away. All that was left were my fingers in her pussy and the sound of her pleasure.
I wanted her to cum. I wanted to feel her juices on my fingers and lick the taste of her off. She responded by rhythmically moving her hips against my hands. Though she tried to hide it, the sounds of her pleasure became louder and louder. She began writhing on my fingers muttering soft incomprehensible phrases.
I moved my hand so that her movements rubbed her clit against my thumb while moving my hands in and out of her wet hungry cunt. She rewarded me with tiny desperate words, "Oh yeah." "Fuck yeah" "God, fuck" "Oh yeah" "harder."
I felt myself grow hot. My dick pressed uncomfortably against the front of my pants. She was so close but seemed unable to finish. Her hands reached back, eager and desperate. They pawed at my clothes, but I pulled her against me so she could not move. I bent her slightly forward and began rubbing the bulge in my pants against her. I could feel her desire seep through the cloth and moisten my dick.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, she came. Her screams echoed above the screeching of the breaks as we came into the station. The doors opened and people looked at her with uncomfortable stares as they moved to exit the train.
