Cindy suffered from torrid dreams ever since her break up with Brad. She'd awaken suddenly in the middle of the night, sweat soaked, with vivid lust movies still rolling through her imagination. Normally, she'd masturbate until the fire was out, then drift back off till morning. On this particular August night however, the masturbation just wasn't working. Struggling awake from another dream, she'd fingered herself through two orgasms already. But lying there, wrapped in the sweaty sheets, she just couldn't manage to get back to sleep.
In her dream, she'd been walking alone at night through a downtown park, wearing nothing but heels. It wasn't clear exactly why she was naked, but that hadn't mattered. What mattered was the fact that it had excited her in a way that she'd never known before. It had felt so vivid, so real. She could actually feel the chill night air on her skin as she walked. Looking down at herself in the dream, she saw her nude body bathed in the moonlight—tits swaying as she moved, nipples taught with excitement. She couldn't help reaching down to finger herself as she walked along, heels clicking on the narrow stone path through the park. She walked and masturbated, wondering if anyone else was out there, in the darkness, watching her play with herself. Although in the dream, she hadn't actually encountered anyone—the idea of what she was doing—masturbating while walking nude through a public place, made her cum in an instant.
Cindy wasn't an exhibitionist, though she and Brad had fooled around a few times in places like the lake and at the carnival. But she'd never actually been totally naked in public like that before. The idea had just never occurred to her. Not that she would have to the courage to actually do something like that anyway. But the dream had been so real; she still felt every thrill, every twinge as if it actually happened. Even now, fully awake, replaying the dream over in her head, her nipples were hardening in anticipation.
It was clear that she would sleep no more this night. Rising, she slipped on her robe and went into the living room. It was a muggy, and she needed some water. Grabbing her cigarettes off of the coffee table, she took her water outside to the front porch. Settling herself on the steps, she lit a smoke and exhaled it into the night, watching it rise away like a fading dream. Only, her dream still hadn't faded. It was there, replaying in the front of her mind—like on a movie screen. She could still see herself, naked, fingering her pussy in the park. She felt the excitement of it, the naughtiness of it. Sitting on the steps, her nipples stiffened again—she was actually wet.
Sliding a hand inside the top of her robe, she cupped first one heavy tit, then the other, squeezing them gently. Her fingers found their way to her aureole. With her thumb, she rubbed slow circles around them, teasing and pinching her nipples into hot nubs. Closing her eyes she relived the dream again, seeing herself naked, working her fingers in and out of her moist slit as she walked along. Her pussy beckoned. With one hand still in her robe, she moved the other between her legs to touch herself there. Spreading her legs wider to accommodate herself caused the bottom part of her robe to open, exposing her steaming pussy to the night.
She could hardly believe what she was doing. Was she really sitting on her front porch step, masturbating for the entire world to see? The thought was too naughty, too hot, and too delicious. She fucked herself slowly on the porch, sliding first one, then two, then finally three fingers in and out of her heated box. Lifting a tit out of her robe, she put it to her tongue. She'd always been able to lick her own nipples and she loved the sensation of her wet, warm tongue traveling circles around them before sucking them into her mouth.
Though the street was abandoned at this time of night, the moon washed it in a monotone glow, with enough light to see by. The neighboring houses were dark and cars lined each side of the street, waiting for morning. Glancing quickly around, Cindy wondered if anyone could see or hear her. Though she knew that the chance was small, still, the thought of somebody watching her made her hot as burning coals. Perhaps somebody was hiding behind the bushes across the street, or peeping out at her from an unlit window. Undoing the belt on her robe, she stretched out, lying back on the steps. The robe fell open, totally exposing her naked body. Spreading her legs wide as she could, she ran her fingers over her wet slit, barely touch her throbbing clitoris. She wanted to make this last as long as possible. Her huge tits lolled to either side of her, and she looked down at her nude body between them. It was just like in the dream, only she wasn't walking through the park. That thought sparked her, sending electric jolts through her pussy. She wished she could walk naked through the park. Naturally, there weren't any parks nearby, but there was a street right in front of her. Maybe she could dare a short venture, with her robe on...just to the sidewalk and back.
The idea was crazy of course. Even though the street was deserted, there was always the chance of someone catching her. It was that nasty thought, coupled with the sensations of her fingers in her pussy that convinced her to try it. Raising herself to her feet, she stood for a moment with her robe open. The night air felt warm on her skin. The noise of the summer crickets chirping grew louder in her ears until it was all she could hear. The thought of what she was doing caused her heart to thump in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She was both excited and scared at the same time. Everything it seemed, was a constant reminder that she was standing outside, practically naked. The feeling was incredible. All of her senses were acutely aware at once and she felt more alive than she could ever remember feeling.
