He awoke to find me dreaming, lying on my back in the darkness – muttering under my breath, head tossing from side to side, a little agitated, fists clenched beside my bare shoulders. He watched me for a minute. He said I calmed down but continued to murmur, and then, he claims, I started to moan in an erotic, low, husky whimpering. He said it was difficult to see what was going on. He was half asleep and the room was half lit. But he became stiff straight away; his cock knew something was sexy. He could see I was aroused. He could hear I was masturbating, or something.
James said my nightie had ridden up around my waist, just below my belly; my bare legs were stretched out on top of the sheets, knees akimbo. I wear nice viscose polyemede night clothes, stretchy, clinging...the sort one can't wear easily if cousins or friends are in the house. Bedroom wear only. Anyway, on this occasion James says I put a hand between my legs. I was rubbing myself lightly. My other hand was touching my face. He said I got more and more excited; breathing faster, moving my hand faster. So too he got excited. He wanted to wake me; 'to climb on top of me' he said, but he also wanted to wait and see what happened next. Curious. He said he removed his shorts and took his cock in his hands, and naked played with himself, watching, straining his eyes in the poor light.
'Oh, oh gosh,' I started to moan, 'oh, ah, ah.'. James wanted to cum, he was so amazed, but he held back.
My C-cup, 32 inch breasts were concealed inside my nightie, but James says they were clearly impressed against the viscose, and a little visible at the sides. My parted legs looked wholly horny as I fingered and fondled my clit.
James said a funny thing happened next: 'Oh fuck, oh yes,' I said. I was talking in my sleep. I was really cuming 'Oh yes. Now. Now.' I was pulling my nightie up a bit - above my tummy. But I had stopped playing with myself. I was just lying on my back, thighs parted, as if some invisible guy were fucking me. James felt freaked out. He watched frozen in a stupor. I came loud now - 'oh yesss' and I had pulled my nigtie up over my naked ribs, to just below my chest. I came sooo sweetly, face clenched, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping my nightie, all the time on my back helpless and hot, as real and odd as if an invisible agent were on top of me. 'Yes baby, oh nice.' My inner thighs jerked, James said, as if accepting a man's climax.
This was weird. James – who doesn't believe in anything supernatural – actually believed I was making love to an invisible man. But, then, suddenly, it stopped. I went quiet. I sighed, smiled and rolled over onto my side, deep asleep. James didn't cum. Not that night. He said he felt very, very strange. Aroused but miffed. But I definitely had an orgasm. No memory of it though. And the next night something else happened, just as odd as that first time, but more erotic.
I will tell you all, nice readers, but not until I get some feedback on this incident. Has anyone else experienced anything like this? OMG - it was so strange. And horny.
