The dream opens on a party, some kind of holiday scene with lots of small group chat going on. There are lots of Christmas lights blinking and carols floating in the air. Somehow, someway I have hooked up with a very sexy black chick. I say sexy because, half hidden by a bowl arrangement, we are rapidly approaching the point where we either back off or take a room upstairs.
"Do I know you," I pant into her mouth – a mouth framed by oh so kissable lips.
"You knew, mom," she breathes back.
"Say what," I pull back in startled shock.
"Relax, sweetie," she giggles. "I was twelve back then and terribly jealous of mom. That's why I snuck in to watch you two go at it. The guy-girl thing all made sense after that and I could barely wait for my turn to roll around. Well it's my turn. What say we get a room upstairs?" To my horror and delight I realize I am seriously turned by this situation.
Next to me, Cindy my current lover chuckles softly. "And," she asks, "what happened next? Did you bang your dream girl?"
I take long swig of water to push back the thirst. My mouth is uncountable dry. Recapping the bottle I smile at my red headed lover with the freckled face. "I woke up," I answer flatly. "I always wake up when I get an erection."
"Oh you poor dear," she smiles, gently stroking my erect member. "She was probably just a prick tease. Or worse, a hooker, it was a hotel party after all."
"Well I guess I am lucky to have you here then," I smile back.
"I guess you are." she laughs in turn.
A woman with an admitted daddy complex, Cindy and I met a couple months back on an internet chat site. Agreeing to meet at a downtown restaurant we broke bread, drank wine and talked into the night. After a brief stop at the hotel piano bar for some snuggle kissing, we moved it upstairs to a hotel room. Missing morning check out we stay on through for a second night of hot sex. A week later she moves in with me.
"So tell me honest," she chuckles, "Did you ever do a high school pom pom girl?" Truth or Dare being one of our favorite sex games.
"Truth," I answer shyly. "It was spring break my second year at State." Cindy giggles merrily as I relate the tale of the angry pom pom girl whose boyfriend was banging a girl in the next room over. _Just as I am about to slide it in she pushes me away. "He knows my moans," she grumbles. "He'll know someone is doing me." But isn't that the point, I query, a touch confused. 'Well yeah," she answers. So we did it and yes she was not a moaner, but a full tilt screamer. And yes the boyfriend threatens to rip my head off. "Not if you want me back," the pom pom girl calmly interjects._
Thinking to short cut another Truth or Dare, I slide over to Cindy's side and moving down lick both both her tits up hard. That I said nothing of her near flat chest had been selling point for her the night of our first meet. But then I almost blew it laughing at her confession about wearing falsies, fore and aft to round her figure. She didn't like the tom boy thing people were assigner her. That I liked her legs was the clincher, the reason we scurried upstairs as quick as bunnies and lept happily between the sheets.
Moving back up Cindy's body I nuzzle her neck even as my outstretched fingers explore her r pussy. "Mmm," she murmurs, signaling her approval. Like most couples we had fallen into a regular routine. This routine consisted of first me fully satisfying Cindy with a couple three orgasms and then reversing roles as she takes me over the top. Our mutual goal being to deliver ever better orgasms. Not that Cindy was complaining, but I think I was getting the better part of the deal. The orgasms she delivered were spectacular. Self control be damned, I had reached the point where just watching her get naked got me going. A shared shower almost always ended in shared sex.
"Do me. Do me now," she groans, quite out of sequence. Generally I finger her through one orgasm, then lick her through a couple more. Then she does me. That was the sequence we generally followed except for those nights dedicated to games playing. A quick readjustment had her flat on the back looking up at him. I in turn moved atop her in a hands and knees tripod, my erect member pointing down toward her bared pussy.
Okay I admit my member was unsheathed. We started out with the best intentions, always using condoms, but things happened – things like shower sex or that explosive passage atop the kitchen table. In truth I think we, Cindy and I, were kind of hoping my sperm and her eggs would match up and bring on a mommy moment. There had been little talk of marriage, it didn't seem important, thought I told her time and again I would do the right thing by her. Perhaps condom free sex was our way of moving this relationship to the next step – the alter step. You know, the one where the guy says, "I take this woman as my wife and lover ... to have and sex forever more."
Hovering there just above her pussy, I watch Cindy reach down between us. I figure she is going guide me in. I am not too proud to admit my old guy aim is none to sure. I tend to bump more than often hit down these days. That is especially true with a side on or back door entries. It was a small thing Cindy was willing to remedy.
This time though Cindy flicks off the drop of pre-cum hanging from my slit. Transporting the gooey drop back up to her lips she licks her fingers clean. "Mmm," she snickers, "good sperm count."
"Say what," I answer, realizing she is signally something new.
