*DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are above 18 years of age.*
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She woke up covered in sweat and utterly unsatisfied, as was becoming the norm in recent weeks. Her recurring dream was making her increasingly frustrated, this was the seventh day in a row that she had it.
All she dreamt about was a dark mysterious figure having it's way with her. She attempted to remedy the situation by masturbating several times per day, she thought it would drain her of her sex drive completely. She thought wrong. It was as if the dreams were haunting her, trying to tell her something, not allowing her to rest until she acted on it.
It was always this dark, unclear figure. Yet, she always felt close to it, as if she knew it all her life.
She couldn't decipher the meaning of it.
"Why can't I see him?" she pondered, perplexed.
Her last sexual encounter was a good three months ago, before she broke up with her boyfriend.
"Could it be him that she was dreaming about?" she wondered.
"No, he never fucked me like that." she quickly denied the option.
She spent a number of minutes pondering of this mysterious figure's identity. She was positive that she knew him somehow, he evoked familiar feelings in her dreams.
She soon gave up pursuing these thoughts and stepped out of her soaked panties and under the shower.
The tepid water ran down her body while she sighed in relaxation.
Her palms slid from her chest to her thighs, caressing her body, and returned with soft drags of her fingers to her chest again. There she would pause and circle around her, now, firm nipples, granting herself an occasional rub over them. She loved to tease herself in the shower.
His figure was quickly in her mind again and her hands were being guided as if under his control. She turned around and let the water hit the back of her neck and run down her back and legs. Her hands were now cupping her firm breasts, her fingers playfully flicking and rubbing her nipples.
She arched her back, stepping apart slightly, raising her butt and getting a thrill from entertaining the thought that he's sliding his meat into her from behind. She moaned and dropped a palm to her mohawk strip of brown curls and stroked it slowly, not yet daring to venture lower. She was soon drenched in more than just water as ropy streaks slowly descended and fell from her opening into the swirling water below.
Her fingers eagerly massaged her full outer vaginal lips which encased her inner labia and clit like protective armor. She hardly turned around, and clumsily leaned her back onto the shower cabin's wall so the water fell on her aroused breasts.
With her eyes closed, she employed her fingers to prod at her slippery opening and slowly slipped one inside. She moaned in ecstasy. It wasn't her finger sliding into her, it was his stiff meat - she was sure of it. She added another to the action.
She could now see him in her mind, vigorously pumping into her, taking her for himself once more, but this time she wouldn't let him stop, not before she was satisfied.
He lowered his lips to meet hers and she felt a warm, wet touch on them.
She opened her mouth hungering for his taste, imagining and feeling the deep kiss and tongue-fucking he was giving her. His dick seemed to have swelled and grow in size during. He withdrew his tongue from her mouth and began to lengthen his strokes and their intensity. She moaned wildly and flailed her head left and right in pleasure. Her orgasm was near, a dozen more of his powerful strokes and she would be completely overwhelmed. She turned her focus to his face and stared at the dark shape while being pounded senselessly towards an explosive climax. While she stared lovingly up, his face began to reveal itself to her, at each beat of their bodies coming together she could see more of his facial features.
She was suddenly bewildered as she probably never was before or again after that. She knew his face all too well, she now realized. He stopped thrusting into her, her hands fell to her sides and she leaned on her back, staring into a point on the wall, dazed, thoughts rushing through her mind, as if a dam holding them back just fell.
She realized who she craved all this time and was well-satisfied with exchanging her orgasm for his face. A smile crept on her face while she stared before herself, as if spellbound.
She soon stepped under the running water again, rinsed herself off, stepped out the shower cabin and in front of the mirror, looked at her naked, hot body, pouted her lips at the mirror and grinned. She fashioned her wet hair into a bun, hastily used a towel to wipe most of her body dry, and slipped into her short nightgown. It was black, lined with a scarlet red on the bottom, which barely covered her ass. She put on a pair of fuzzy slippers and tiptoed down the stairs with a grin and a hypnotic expression.
She stepped out her front door, in only her nightgown, and headed round the house. The summer breeze played with her skin and the nightgown got a will of it's own, rising and dancing with the wind. It didn't bother her, she was too excited. Soon she came to the entrance at the back of the house. She found its key in it's usual spot (she always knew where it was, but never put that knowledge to use) and crouched before the key-lock to assure as silent an insert as possible. Her upper inner thighs were still drenched in her own liquid and the thought made her even more aroused. She ever so slowly turned the key and made extra effort to prevent the unlocking mechanism to make a clicking noise.
She was now inside, passing the living room, from where the TV sounds and audible snores of an middle-aged man gave her a cover for any noises she made creeping up the creaky stairs. She stopped in front of a door, took a deep slow breath and banished all thoughts that resembled "This is wrong.". Hoping that he's sound asleep, briefly running her fingers across her still-soaking and meat-craving vagina, she dropped to her knees, slowly cracking open the door, and peeked in. All was calm inside.
She cat-walked to the bed across the room, the moonlight pouring through the window, defining her ass as she swayed it earnestly toward the bed. She paused at it, listened to the calm breathing of the sleeping figure and took a moment to observe it, from top to bottom. Then she inhaled slowly, and exhaled, releasing the nervous tension along with it, trying not to burst from expectation.
She maneuvered herself to where the footboard of the bed usually is, but on this bed, there was none. She slipped her head under the sheets and wiggled in between his legs, gently pushing one further to the side to make room. She advanced slowly, her half-covered ass sticking out of the sheets. Soon, a pleasant surprise was before her eyes. A half-hard bulge was resting on his left thigh, stretching out a pair of shorts.
"Is he awake?" she thought, holding her breath to listen to his breathing. As though to reply, he released a sigh, mumbled something briefly and continued a deep, calm breathing pattern. That assured her that he was indeed sleeping soundly, and apparently, having quite a pleasant dream.
She lightly pressed her nose against his bulge, closed her eyes, and took a slow, thorough sampling of his scent. She trembled lightly and smiled, as though intoxicated by it. She then cautiously brought her hand close and ran her fingers from the tip of the bulge to it's base, circling the fly on the shorts.
Slowly, her fingers reached into the opening, grasped at the hardening mass inside, and gently guided it out of the opening. All the while, she was in awe and her expression resembled one a small child has when opening a gift to find what they wished for inside.
She certainly didn't expect such cooperation, but happily accepted it.
She took her time, ogling it, sending gentle, warm waves of her breath towards it arouse it further. The slumbering giant responded to her teasing and rose pulsating heavily, as if to seek the warm embrace of her mouth. He was uncut. "Mmm..." she silently moaned.
Seeing it in such high spirits spurred her enthusiasm additionally and she shifted up higher, placing her arms on either side of his hips, resting her breasts against his legs, putting her in prime position to get a plentiful taste of his heat-radiating rod.
She played with the underside of its head, softly rubbing it with her pouting, full and damp lips, giving it an aimed flicking lick every now and then. His growing excitement was made known to her by his moans of pleasure. She was loving every moment of it and her mound was again moistening steadily. She teased herself as well, not giving into the immensely alluring desire to start full-on riding him like a crazed succubus, nor touching herself. All she allowed herself to do is use her mouth and slowly grind her crotch against the mattress, keeping her hands at his sides. Her nipples yearned for contact with his skin, erecting through her nightgown. Her mouth opened gleefully and slowly welcomed the tip of his aching dick, then embracing the rest of it, her lips meeting its base and firmly shaping themselves around his shaft on the way up. She was making long, slow movements, his size not bothering her at all.
