Dreaming Is For Free Use

Carla woke suddenly, wondering what the noise was. She quickly realised that it was three-month-old baby Ella who wanted a feed again. She stretched and went to walk towards the cot, noticing that her boyfriend Scott was stirring, too.

"Go back to sleep," she told him, "you have work tomorrow."

"It'll take me a while to drop off again now, I'll just watch while you breastfeed," he told her, chuckling to himself.

She playfully slapped his shoulder before pulling her vest top down and giving Ella what she wanted. She glanced at the clock, it was only 2.45 am, she'd probably want to feed again before Scott went out.

She turned to see Scott, half asleep but smiling as he watched her before his eyes closed once more. She glanced around the room. It wasn't much, but it was theirs, somewhere to call their own space.

Both nineteen now, they'd been at the same school but only started speaking properly when at college. They'd got together at eighteen, and both being virgins soon made up for lost time, having sex as much as possible. That had consequences though, with Carla falling pregnant after just six months together. Her parents weren't happy, and arguments followed, with Carla telling them she was leaving and not coming back. Her mum had been particularly scathing.

With both being at college at that time they moved in temporarily to live with Scott's parents, but with space being at a premium they found a cheap flat to rent, helped a little by his parents helping out. To pay them back Scott had sold his car, and while Carla left college to have the baby, he gave college up to work full-time at the pet store he'd been working weekends at. This little ground-floor flat was all they could afford, with one proper bedroom and a small box room that would barely fit a single bed in.

The area itself was reasonable, and the neighbours were pleasant. One in particular, Bill who lived in the other ground floor flat, was extremely helpful. Despite being retired, he was around seventy years old, he was always on the go, constantly going shopping for them so they could concentrate on Ella. He'd even got an old bike from his garage and had cleaned it up, giving it to Scott so he could get to and from work without having to fork out for public transport or Taxis.

Despite being grateful for that, Scott hadn't been best pleased when Carla had gotten a key cut for Bill so he could come and go, explaining she'd done so when he'd been shopping for them and she'd been so busy sorting Ella out she hadn't heard the door. Now it was common for him to let himself in and even put the shopping away if she was busy.

Ella left it until 6.30 am before waking to be fed again, timing it just as Scott's alarm was going off to wake him to get ready for work. Just before he was leaving, they heard the door and Bill came in.

"Have you got a list kids?" he asked, "I can drop you off too Scott, I'm going over that way."

Scott thanked him but said he'd use the bike, it was going to be sunny all day and it would be easier to get home afterwards anyway. He turned and frowned at Carla, nodding towards her chest, who looked down and noticed her nipple was almost escaping from her vest top. She saw Bill smiling as she caught him looking.

"Have I missed feeding time?" he laughed.

"You always do," Carla laughed back, before she noticed Scott scowling at her.

Bill took Ella from her while she went to the kitchen to see what they needed, with Scott going out of the back door to go to work. She returned with a list and handed Bill some cash. He passed some back to her and told her that he'd treat her to some of the items, before passing Ella back to her.

"How is Scott, he seems a little off today," Bill asked.

"He's okay, just a little tired. Madam here woke us three times overnight and he'd been doing overtime this week too," Carla answered.

"So he got lucky then, stop making me jealous," Bill laughed.

"No chance with madam here, it's like she senses us being together," Carla giggled.

It was another thing Scott had had a little moan about, Carla and Bill had hit it off straight away, and their friendship blossomed despite the age gap, constantly having little sly comments and being flirty. He got on with Bill too, but nowhere near the same level, although he had admitted Bill was a great help with Ella too. Carla had put his mind at ease when she'd reminded him of Bill's age and laughed that he probably didn't get it up any more.

Bill had been back with the shopping for a couple of minutes when Ella awoke crying. He came from the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, watching Carla on the sofa.

"I love that you're so comfortable with me being around you can still do that," Bill told her.

Carla looked at him slightly puzzled, then opened her mouth shocked.

"Oh god, I just did so instinctively," she retorted, realising that she was breastfeeding Ella.

"It's fine, it's natural," Bill answered, "I'm a little jealous, to be honest," he laughed.

Carla laughed too, calling him a dirty old man, and he laughed and said Ella's head was in the way so he couldn't see much. He asked if she wanted a drink doing, and walked back into the kitchen.

"I bet Scott gets jealous of Ella getting in his way too?" he shouted back.

"Yeah sort of," Carla answered, "he loves how my breasts have grown even bigger due to the pregnancy, he's not quite so keen on the flabby belly I have now though."

"Well if you don't mind me saying so, you do have nice big breasts," he laughed again, "he's a lucky man."

Carla smiled to herself. She always bemoaned her carrying a little extra weight, although she did realise her breasts were bigger than most girls she knew. Now they were a 38DD, and Scott loved nothing more than letting Carla ride him while he played with them and sank his face between them, Carla herself liking to tit wank him until he came on her chest neck and chin. Bob walking back in with a coffee mug quickly removed her dirty thoughts.

"I'd love to stay and watch if Ella would let me, but I have things to do," Bill laughed loudly, "I'll see myself out."

Carla chuckled to herself when he'd left, he was funny despite being rude to her, and she laughed at how Scott moaned about it. She'd explained that he was just joking, it was his age that made him get straight to the point at times. She looked down once Ella had finished. I do have great breasts though she giggled to herself.

Scott had gone to work the next day when Carla heard the door opening, slowly and quietly, and then Bill appeared around it. He saw Carla holding Ella while sitting on the sofa, and she nodded for him to come in.

"You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little grouchy today, she woke us up several times last night again," Carla told him quietly, "I'm hoping she'll go down for a while now she's fed again."

"You look tired, your eyes look all bloodshot," Bill answered, "Coffee?"

Carla said she could do with one, but could he hang on before boiling the kettle in case Ella wouldn't settle with the noise of it boiling? He sat on the sofa opposite her, Carla checked Ella a few times and then gently lay her in her carry cot next to the sofa. She sat back and sighed, then yawned.

"You look like you could do with sleep right now," Bill told her.

"It would be great while she's down," Carla yawned again.

"Go on then, I've got nothing on so I'll sit here in case she wakes," Bill instructed.

"I couldn't go to bed and leave you, that's not fair on you," Carla told him.

He pointed at the sofa she sat on, and told her to lie there then. She'd be down here, Ella would probably wake her anyway, but he'd stay just in case. Besides, he'd offered so fairness didn't count.

"Only if you're sure?" Carla told him.

He nodded yes to her. Just a minute later she was also asleep. Bill sat for a while, checking his phone, then looked over at Carla as she moved. She wasn't awake, but in moving her body had twisted and the top she had on had ridden up, the faintest hint of under boob on show. Bill moved his head, then shook it like that would help him see more. Even from this angle, it was obvious how big they were, and then she twisted again. He paused, but she was still asleep. Now she lay more on her back, then top had caught on the cushions and pulled up further.

He gazed in awe, her lacy bra-covered breast exposed for his viewing pleasure. He stared, just making out the darker patch where her areola showed through the material. He stood and moved to her. He had to be quiet, he didn't want to wake her, to have her catch him. Playfully flirting with her was one thing, caught staring at one of her magnificent mounds would be much much more. He held his breath and pulled the top slowly on the other side.

He stepped back a little and breathed out again. He'd always liked big tits, and these were just perfect. He giggled softly to himself, remembering taking the rubbish out to the communal bins out the back one night and hearing Scott say he wanted to sink his cock between them from the presumed privacy of their bedroom. He'd chuckled when he'd heard him, but now seeing them, even encased in the bra, he imagined doing so himself. His cock started to stiffen as he thought about it, but that most definitely would be taking things too far. He might never get the chance to see these again, so he took out his phone to take a sneaky picture.

CLICK!

The sound of the camera on his phone sounded like a shot had been fired. He cursed himself at not checking the sound was off and quickly sat back on the sofa where he'd been.

"Hmm, what was that?" Carla asked, stretching her arms above her head while yawning.

"I think something hit the window, maybe a branch?" Bill answered.

Carla looked down at her top and her exposed breasts. She pulled down her top and looked over at Bill.

"Sorry," he said, "you were tossing and turning but I didn't want to wake you, you haven't been asleep long," he continued.

"Yeah, I do that, Scott says I get into some weird positions in bed at night," Carla answered.

"I thought we were talking about while you were sleeping?" Bill laughed, "I promise I wasn't looking, well not much anyway."

"Oh Bill, you are a dirty old man at times aren't you?" Carla laughed back.

Bill had boiled the kettle and they sat chatting quietly while drinking their coffees, trying not to wake Ella. Carla said she actually hoped that she'd wake soon, as she needed to get some washing done but she knew the sound would wake her up.

"Sort out what needs doing and I'll go and do them over at mine," Bill told her, "And I'll dry them and bring them back later on."

Carla thanked him and said it would be a big help, and he watched Ella for a while as she sorted out things she needed to wash. She bought a basket in and handed it to Bill, just as Ella woke.

"Oh, I can do them myself now," Carla told him.

Bill picked Ella up and told Carla to stop and sort her out, he'd still do the washing and leave her to feed Ella, so she didn't complain about him watching her breastfeed again. Carla laughed, taking Ella from him. She put her in the cot momentarily and put her hands up her top, unfastening her bra and handing it to him.

"Do you mind washing this too?" she asked, blushing at him.

He mockingly held it against his chest pretending to wear it while she picked Ella back up. He laughed and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"God that was warm!" he laughed, "You might not get that back," he laughed again.

He took the basket and started to put the clothing into his washer, chuckling when he put the bra in and then pausing when he got to a pair of her knickers. Like the bra they were lacy, but these were white. He hooked his thumbs in and pulled the material, noticing how see-through the material was now stretched. He imagined Carla wearing them, tight across her round arse, pulled between her legs. He put them to his nose and inhaled the sweet perfume of her gusset.

Later once they were washed and dried he returned the full basket back to her house. He opened the door quietly, correct in thinking that baby Ella might be asleep. Not only was the baby, but so was Carla, lying along the sofa. He set the basket down lightly and sat on the sofa opposite her. Her mouth was open a little as she was breathing, lying on her side with her face on the edge of the sofa. He glanced downwards, at the sweet curve of her breasts. He wondered if she'd put another bra on, he couldn't see anything through the top pulled tight across her shoulder anyway.

Bill softly crept to her side and lifted the top, slowly inch by inch, along her side until her breast came into view, with no sign of a bra. He inched it a little further, desperate to unleash them but also careful not to spoil a good thing by waking her. He quickly suppressed a gasp as her top fully uncovered one of her ample breasts.

He paused as she moved slightly, backwards, now facing more towards the ceiling. With a stroke of luck, Bill pulled the top on the other side and stepped back a little. Her breasts were even better in the flesh, sagging but still a little firmer than he'd thought. His finger traced lightly over them, over her areola, very gently touching her nipple. She moaned softly, and Bill stood open-mouthed as her nipple started to erect at his touch.

Quickly he took his phone out, and having learnt from earlier he'd made sure both the sound and the flash were turned off. He took several pictures of her naked breasts from different angles, then grinned to himself. He undid his zip and took out his now erect cock. He repeated what he'd done earlier, gently touching the end of his cock against her huge nipples. His pre-cum leaked out, and he very gently swirled it around the soft flesh, like snail paths over her heavy tits. He took more pictures, and changing angle, decided on one last shot before his luck ran out. He got the phone ready, then slowly slid his cock into her cleavage. The end of his cock disappeared from sight, and he quickly took the shot he wanted. Seeing her stir, he quickly went to the kitchen.

"Hm, oh, I must have fallen asleep again," he heard her say to herself, "what the fuck?" she finished with.

"Carla, is that you awake?" Bill asked, "I'm in the kitchen."

"Bill, what have you done to me?" Carla hissed.

"I erm, came in the kitchen because I didn't want to think I'd been staring. You were tossing and turning in your sleep again, have you covered up yet?" Bill told her.

Carla walked into him and apologised. She told him that she was sorry for thinking he'd done something wrong. Bill explained that when she moved a little too much and they started coming from her top, he'd come to sit in the kitchen, so he couldn't see but he could still listen out for Ella if needed.

"You're a better person than me then, in your shoes, I'd have been having a right old look at them while I had the chance," Carla laughed.

"I saw more than enough for an old man before I retired to the kitchen," he laughed back.

Carla started sorting the washing into piles before pausing, and she turned to Bill.

"Was there anything else in here, a pair of white knickers perhaps?" Carla asked.

"No, not in with those, the load I did was all dark clothes," Bill answered.

Carla looked at the clock and said she'd have to start cooking soon, and Bill asked if she wanted him to stay. She told him that she'd be fine, Scott would be back soon as he wasn't working over today. Bill excused himself and went back to his own house. He spent the rest of the evening examining his new trophy of Carla's lacy white knickers while scrolling through his new picture collection.

A couple of days later he was at their house with Scott still there. He asked about work and Scott told him that he was working much later today, they had to move a lot of stock around and it was easier to do once it was closed and with no customers about. Bill made a point of coming round again at evening meal time, Carla persuading him to stay for a meal for helping her out. He agreed, and she left him to keep Ella occupied while she cooked.

They managed to keep Ella awake and timed it well to finish eating for her to start grizzling that she wanted feeding. Without a second thought, Carla pulled her top down and held Ella to her, letting her suck at her nipple. She glanced over at Bill and smirked.

"Naughty Ella is in the way again isn't she?" she giggled, turning slightly so Bill got a side-on view.

Bill gasped and Carla frowned at him, telling him not to look shocked and reminding him that he probably saw more when she'd fallen asleep a few days ago. He laughed and nodded yes, he wasn't going to argue about a free gift. Once Ella was fed, winded and settled, Carla said she was going to put her in bed, and to put the baby monitor on.

"Can I ask a favour while you're here," Carla asked, "Do you mind listening out while I go and shower before bed?"

Bill agreed, saying it was no problem. While she was up there he sneaked upstairs, but she'd shut the bathroom door properly, and he didn't want to risk opening it just for a quick peek, even though the urge to see her naked was making his cock twitch. He went back to the sofa and turned on the TV, turning the sound down low. When Carla appeared later on she was wearing a nightdress.

He turned and looked as she walked into the room, nodding his approval which she saw. She asked if he liked it, and hoped he didn't mind her getting ready for bed. He glanced up and down her body, the silk-looking nightdress reaching halfway down her thighs, the front had quite a deep V neck which plunged into her very ample cleavage, lace edges almost exposing her nipples. She sat on the sofa opposite him, excited about the film that he'd put on.

Bill kept glancing over as she lifted her feet, now with her legs bent he could follow the soft under curve of her thighs. It wasn't too long before she was lying on the sofa, yawning, trying to stay awake to watch the film. When he knew she was asleep properly, hearing her heavy breathing from her mouth, he stood and walked over to her. She was lying flat on her stomach, her head pointing off the edge of the sofa facing towards the TV.

The angle she was lying he'd got no chance of uncovering those glorious breasts again, not without moving her, and his gaze went down her body. He inched her nightdress up her thighs, slowly and carefully, moving to by her feet to get the best angle of her round arse coming into view. Not only was it in view, but there was no sign of any underwear either, she'd either done so ready for Scott's return or she slept like this anyway. He pulled it up a little further until it rested on the small of her back. His fingers traced lightly over her buttocks, down her thighs, and tracing the line between her legs. He wanted to pull each buttock apart, to see her arsehole, to view her pussy up close.

He resisted, again not wanting to wake her, but couldn't resist getting his cock out. As he rubbed it across her buttocks soft moans escaped her throat, asleep or not it sounded like she was enjoying it. He nudged his cock against her arse and took a couple of pictures. Carla moaned once more, wiggling her hips a little, his cock brushing over her buttocks. His fingers traced along her thighs again, and her legs parted a little.

He took a couple of pictures between her legs, the treasure still hidden from view. He moved, stood by her head, and held his cock as close to her open mouth as he could manage. He took another couple of pictures, one at an angle that looked like his cock was in her mouth, and then froze.

Carla sighed and moved, twisting downwards a little more, her mouth sliding over the end of Bill's erection. He waited for the inevitable, for her to wake and see him crouched over her, but somehow she kept her eyes closed. His hands traced across her buttocks once more, her soft moans becoming a little louder. Her mouth moved on him a little more, then she twisted again, now lying directly on her back.