I have a recurring dream. A very HOT recurring dream. I'm a younger version of myself, long wavy fair hair, pretty and curvy, always in a floaty dress and cowboy boots. There is a girl, so cute, petite, with neat platinum blonde hair in a sleek bob. She is always in my company, but we are never alone. There is always an array of other folk with us, in various noisy social settings.
There's an unspoken vibe between us, a pull, a lure, a pure and sexy frisson of pussy twitching tension. Throughout the bits of the dreams I can recall, once I've woken up horny and frustrated, we are both trying unsuccessfully to break away from the people we are with to get together, alone.
There's a discreet, fluttery brush of our fingers as we walk side by side. Her forearm jostling against my plump side boob when standing in a queue. Her nimble toed bare foot brushing the sensitive flesh of my knee and inner thigh while sitting at a table in a crowded cafe.
There's a coffee machine intrusively clanging, a smoothie machine whirring in deep low pulses to match the throb of my heavy with longing feminine core. That was the setting of last night's delicious dream. But it didn't end in frustration. Not last night.
The blonde gets a text on her phone, she reads it, then with her head still bowed she flicks her eyes up to stare into mine, a small flicker of a smile spreads over her face. It's a smile I immediately translate as "girl, we have lift off!" The full body shiver of anticipation is overwhelming.
The excessive, unwelcome people at our table disappear and my dream world skips to us walking up an empty driveway at dusk, we jostle against each other, laughing. Her pale bare arm nudging my sheer chiffon coated sleeve, the sleeve of a dress that's suddenly feeling restrictive, cumbersome, a nuisance floral barrier between me and her sexy silken skin.
She hastily opens the door to the house, a familiar house I know I've been in before, in previous dreams, but with many more bodies around than just our two nervously excited ones, that immediately embrace as soon as I close the door behind me. I lean down and take the sweet berry red lips she's offering me and press them close to mine. This must be our first kiss, it's so intense.
My mouth slowly slips over the newness of her soft, warm lips. Then I instinctively attempt to pull away when those lips open and her mouth begins an attack on mine, sucking my bottom lip in. Do I like this? I don't know... Yes. Actually I love it. I feel her hand on the back of my head, pulling hard enough to stop me breaking contact. I'm now clenched between her top and bottom teeth, biting me just hard enough to keep purchase. She's flicking the hot tip of her tongue over my captive lip, again and again, shooting daggers of pleasure from that lip to the lower, fluttering lips I find are now aggressively angled down, and attempting to grind against any part of her body i can make contact with.
My dream world skips ahead again. Now we are standing in a small box room in front of a single bed. I feel a rush of disappointment, the bed looks too narrow for us both to lay on, but she pulls me down until we are both sat on a rumpled white sheet, the only covering on the bed, no duvet or pillows.
A window lets in a cooling breeze, and suddenly I'm thinking "oh no, that window is open, the world can see us" and that familiar, thwarted, disappointed feeling flows over me like a cold distracting shower. My sleeping brain just knows I'm about to wake up, back to lonely frustration. Oh, but no... wait... she's pulling me to her again, sucking my tongue into her mouth, then pushing her tongue into mine, and a warm flush floods my veins again.
She starts pulling at the sides of my dress, tugging it up so that it bunches under my armpits. Still no words are spoken between us. I stand up and look towards the open window and see the curtains from another window across the way, fluttering outside against the brickwork like two banners in celebration. I can't see another soul so I gather the courage to hastily pull at the hem of my dress and tug it up and over my head, almost getting tangled when I feel her hands confidently slide up the outsides of my now bare thighs, coming around to cup my bum. I'm naked. No underwear, no boots, just me and my bare naked flushed skin, delighting in the light breeze from outside, and the hot, adventurous hands inside.
Suddenly self conscious, I fling myself flat onto the bed, out of sight from the window. She climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. There's nothing but her lavender coloured, thin jersey vest dress between us. I see her nipples poke proudly through the fabric and long to feel them brush against my face. I lean up and press my lips against her hot throat, kiss hungrily and prepare to head straight down for those distracting nipples, but she arches her back away from me.
I feel a soft mew of disappointment on my lips, rather than hear it, but that soon turns to a low groan of desire in my throat when I see her shimmy her hips, pull at the jersey, and slide right out of that last barrier between us. The dress flies across the room, landing in the open doorway.
A switch has been pressed inside me and I'm suddenly ravenous. No longer timid, I grab her hip and half spin her around on top of me, in a barely short of aggressive move. She's facing away from me and her neat little bare ass is now nestled in the fleshy comfort of my lap. My right hand snakes around and cups her right tit. It's barely an A cup, the soft palmful of a mound all but disappearing as she stretches, arching her back in pleasure.
