In dreams, sometimes, you just find yourself in situations. You don't know how you got there or how you know some of these people or what caused this scenario in the first place. It's as if your spirit wandered around for awhile and found your body (or one just like it) and you can kind of share that body's thoughts. Thus, I found myself sitting in a large room with what must have been 20' ceilings. Huge picture windows looked out over a sloping valley covered with snow. Mountains surrounded the place. It was dark outside except for the lights shining down the slope further away and not at all intrusive on the atmosphere inside.
Inside, the lights were subdued, but it wasn't difficult to see. Large comfortable sofas formed a semi circle around the fantastic fireplace set in the middle of all those picture windows. Thick, soft rugs covered the floor in front of the sofas.
There were four couples and one single lady in the room. One was sitting just about the center of the couch arrangement, one couple was standing a little way from the fireplace talking to the "single" lady; one couple was at the unattended bar nestled in the far corner of the room under a loft; and I was sitting to the right of the couple in the middle with Stella sitting on the luscious rug between my legs. Her left arm was resting on my thigh with her body turned toward the "middle couple" and that smile shining up at me.
I wish I could describe that smile. That lower lip pouting out a bit, with one corner of her mouth slightly higher than the other which invited a thousand thoughts of lust. Her eyes were sparkling. Her short skirt was nestled around the tops of her thighs. Her blouse was an exquisite black affair with a low cut back and a neckline that plunged practically to the top of the skirt. Cleavage showed everywhere which made it difficult to look anyplace else. When she turned or moved, glimpses of her full breasts were able to be seen which caused not unsurprising results in my manhood. When she sipped on her drink, it was like she was doing foreplay, only causing more arousal from me.
My spirit in this dream entered a happy time with laughs, talking, teasing and a generally charged sexual atmosphere. I leaned forward to respond to something Stella said. She looked up into my eyes. The conversation was temporarily forgotten as her mouth opened invitingly, her eyes closed somewhat, and we engaged in a most breathtaking kiss. As the kiss ended, I became aware that the couple from the bar had come over and sat next to us -- on my right. She was a tall blond, slightly built, with long hair and cream tainted coffee colored skin. He was tall, about 6'3" brown hair and quite large. No, not fat. Not fat at all, but large wide shoulders, narrow waist, and a ready rugged smile. We all instantly began chatting. Ingrid and Max. We must have met them, at least briefly, before my spirit entered this dream state because we were all very comfortable. Ingrid wore a tiny miniskirt that looked like it may have been painted on her. The blouse was somewhat opaque, small, and very fashionable. When she moved a certain way that caused her breasts to push against the fabric, you could see the color change from breast to nipple. Her areola looked like large candy kisses and the nipples stuck out like pencil erasers. Concentration was getting difficult as my eyes kept glancing from Stella's beautiful full breasts to Ingrid's nipples. However, my attention was mostly on Stella which wasn't in small part because her free hand kept brushing across the growing area in my crotch.
Soft music was playing. I'm not entirely aware of when it started or if it may have been playing all along. All I know is the volume became audible and the couple to our left kicked off their shoes and started a slow grind that simulated a dance. My "spirit" suddenly remembered their names as Don and Maria. Don was about 5'10" with Tom Cruise good looks. Maria might have been 5'1" with a tiny body topped by huge tits. The "dress" she had on was split on both sides to the middle of her hips. It was strapless and I can't figure out how it stayed over those huge melons. You could put a cocktail glass in her cleavage and never fear it would be dislodged. When she raised her arms to go around Don's neck her dress rode up exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. When the two danced longer, the dress rode even higher. Maria seemed not to care a bit and continued to snuggle into her partner's arms. A very cute little ass it was too.
