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Daylight Dreaming [M/F voy solo-m]
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NOTE: This is a short erotic story. As the author, 
I retain all copyrights -- but it may be posted
and downloaded for readers to enjoy. 
Comments welcomed, but send to following
email address: s.a.m@usa.net
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               DAYLIGHT DREAMING

                   By: s.a.m

                                              
It had been a long, dreary week in October; 
the rainy season was never more depressing, 
and I 'd had more than enough of cramped 
confinement. See, it's like...now my job 
with construction had slowed, I was bored to 
death. And hey, I'm trying to set this up so 
you'll know I'm not some freak or something 
-- cause what I want to tell you, see, it's 
not like I planned it! God no, it just sort 
of happened out of the blue...

I'm a normal guy. I mean, I never knew I 
could get so worked up, so hot and bothered, 
do something like this. Sure, when I was young, 
in my teens, hey...you know how that is, 
always ready, had a hard-on all the time. 
Course, now I'm 30, I've calmed down, not as 
turned-on. Not that I don't like looking at 
a sexy gal, I'm a normal, red-blooded guy and 
I love having sex with my wife, Mary. We do it 
a lot, and I'm not hard-up to get some...which 
makes what happened that day really weird.

See, I'd been hanging around the apartment, 
stuck indoors with the rain and all, going 
nuts with nothing to do. I had been sitting 
by the window, looking out at the steady rain, 
disgusted and bored, hoping the weather would 
improve so I could work the next week. 

The apartment complex was a typical set-up, 
I could see across the courtyard into other 
apartment windows, most with blinds drawn. 
But I did notice one bare window, I could 
see a faint shadow moving across the space, 
back and forth, and just for the hell of it, 
I got my binoculars. Okay, yeah, that's wrong
...but, hey, I was bored!

Anyway, I trained the lens on the window, 
focused in quickly and I saw her then, this 
nude lady! She was stark-naked, I mean she 
didn't have a stitch of clothing on! I 
couldn't believe my eyes, but I sure 
didn't stop looking either.

I got comfortable on the sofa, leaned 
over where I could position the binoculars 
easily, resting my arms against the 
windowframe, staring toward that apartment 
window, where I saw the woman restlessly 
pacing, her pale, shapely body freely exposed. 

She seemed to be anxious, fretting about 
something, and would occasionally run a hand 
through her long tousled bleach-blond hair, 
then lower her hands to cup her large, ponderous 
breasts...nearly playing with herself! I 
admit, I got hard instantly when I saw her 
run one hand down toward her crotch, which 
unfortunately was just out of sight below 
the windowframe!

My breathing got kinda heavy, and I felt 
my erection tight, throbbing in my jeans; 
but I couldn't take my eyes off the woman -- 
she was turning toward the bare window, 
staring out dreamily. Damn, I wished I was 
over there...and wondered if she was as 
horny as I was?

For a second, I considered hurrying 
over to her apartment, but then it struck 
me how stupid that would be. What would 
I say? "Hey, I'm a peeping tom?"

Now, Mary and me did some stuff, you know, 
playing around with all kinds of ways to 
get off with each other. And I never had 
to jack-off, not since we'd been together, 
but I knew I was in pretty bad shape, my 
dick hurting to be touched. I hadn't 
jerked-off since high school, for chrissakes! 
And I wasn't about to start now either. 

I trained the binoculars back on the 
window across the way, saw the woman was 
getting dressed; she was putting on a 
dress, without any underwear, I noticed...
and then, she brushed her hair, long, slow 
strokes that made me more excited, as if 
she were doing this sexy act just for me. 
When she closed the blinds, I was startled 
out of my daydream though, and sighed with 
frustration.

What now? I sat there, my cock hot and 
heavy, and I was tempted, yeah, to do it...
reach in there, relieve myself by jacking-off. 
This is when it started getting kinda strange, 
cause whereas I coulda done it, had a quick 
pop and got relief, I didn't.

The way I was feeling then, the heat and 
pent-up need, my body aroused to fever-pitch, 
it felt wicked. It seemed almost dangerous 
to be this hot and wild for sex; I wanted to 
prolong the sensation, and got up, walking 
around feeling the power of my sex between my 
legs; it hurt, but it was a good hurt, you know?

Recklessly, I put on my jacket, went 
outside and stood by my car. I didn't know 
what in hell I was doing, but then I 
saw the woman coming out of that apartment, 
she was walking casually toward a little 
Toyota parked across the lot from where 
I stood. When she'd gotten in, and pulled 
out of the parking space, I quickly 
slipped in my car, but took my time in 
backing out, falling in behind her car 
as it headed out onto the highway.

We drove along like that, me following 
a couple of cars behind hers; the 
highway was busy, lots of traffic, I 
figured she'd not give me a second thought. 
But when she left town behind, heading 
out on a narrow two-lane that wound through 
the rural countryside, I was afraid she'd 
spy me tailing her.

I hung back, but even so, I could see 
her glancing in the rearview mirror from 
time to time; and this didn't stop me, 
it only made my cock get harder, if that's 
possible. I wondered if this was some 
kinda game she was playing with me? Did 
she do this with other men living in the 
apartment complex?

But no, when she pulled in at a mall 
not too far from town, I realized she 
wasn't paying any attention to me. 
I parked, got out and tugged on my 
jacket, hoping it would hide the tremendous 
bulge in my pants. Once inside the mall, 
I trailed along behind her; she had a 
fantastic ass, high and firm, and knew 
how to move it too -- there was a primal 
sexual instinct in her swaying walk, those 
rounded hips urging me on, making my mouth 
go dry with lust.

When she went toward the women's 
restroom, I didn't know what to do, but 
suddenly she turned around, looked me 
directly in the eyes, and crooked a finger 
at me, indicating I should come along! I 
felt the heat of her smoldering gaze, full 
of unspoken promises, and hurried after her, 
both of us slipping into the restroom, 
which was fortunately deserted.

She didn't speak a word, simply took my 
hand, pulling me along into a booth, latching 
the door behind us. I was dying by now, my 
cock was swollen, bruised bigness in my pants, 
the tip leaking hot pre-cum...and I groaned 
as she lightly touched my crotch, teasing 
with her fingers at the closed zipper.

I had my back pressed against the stall, 
and she didn't have enough room to move 
away, her body almost against mine, her 
perfume and musty arousal saturating the 
close air, nothing to say, just the 
intensity and desire, that animal heat 
between us.

And I knew I was too near climax to 
last long, but she seemed to be in the 
same state and we began dry-humping, no 
time to undress, the friction between our 
bodies generating a pulsating, pounding 
rhythm as we fucked, fully clothed. I felt 
my penis grinding into her center, our 
bodies rocking, swaying, rocking and 
fucking without inhibition; I heard the 
restroom door open, but didn't give a 
damn if the president came in and caught 
us!

She ground herself into me, wouldn't 
move back, holding rigidly against me 
and I felt her tremble, melting with a 
climax as she stifled a cry by jamming 
her knuckles into her mouth. As she 
lifted, twisted and rubbed against my 
crotch, I felt my cock filling, straining, 
and then I was...God, I was grinding 
into her, starting to cum in my pants!
I felt my cock leap, throb, spurt hot 
jism, wet gushes on my flesh, draining 
down my legs, the shivery little bumps 
and grinds, the last drops being forced 
out as she kept trembling, stifling her 
cries of pleasure.

When I had spent my cock dry, I looked 
down into her face; she was smiling 
confidently, and she whispered in my ear, 
"Nothing like dry-humping in the restroom."

And before I could reply, she unlatched 
the door, and was gone, disappearing out 
of the room, the door closing behind her. 
I stood there, feeling strangely as if I 
still hadn't cum -- my cock was sticky, 
still confined, but I realized it was 
stirring, hardening again. The whole setup, 
the woman, the place, the sense of danger 
and risk if caught, it had stimulated me 
beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

I pulled the stall door closed, latched 
it, and unzipped my pants, almost groaning 
with pleasure as I took my hard cock out, 
knew I needed to piss but couldn't. I just 
stood there, in a sort of delayed agony 
with my hard-on sticking out, wondering 
what in hell I'd do to get myself calmed 
down enough to leave.

I heard female voices then, and as the 
restroom door opened, I knew I might be 
discovered cowering in a women's bathroom 
with a hard-on! Instead of losing the hard 
though, it grew even bigger, and it 
was nearly impossible to keep from jacking 
off then and there.

However, one of the women began talking, 
and I soon realized this must be the woman 

who'd just been with me. She said, "Margie, 
I could swear I saw a man come in here 
earlier."

I closed my eyes, wondering what she was 
up to? Then the other woman said, "So what?
 He'll just get to hear us doing a quickie."

Naturally, that set me on fire; my whole 
body flushed, that strange hot/cold flush 
that gives you the feeling you might be 
about to die. My dick, it was slick, 
sticky and I put my hand on it, unable to 
keep from easing the pressure just a little 
by stroking, holding it as I listened to 
them talking:

"Um, you know how to make me feel good, 
so good...don't stop, don't stop...yes, 
right there, put your hand under my dress, 
touch me!"

Their voices rose higher, higher with 
excitement and I began to masturbate 
harder, frantic now with their groans 
and moans of bliss as they seemed to be 
finger-fucking each other...I wanted 
to see, but I couldn't stop long enough 
to look, I was too close and I looked 
down, watching how I was doing it, my 
hands working firmly, expertly...not 
since my teens had I done this, and why 
I didn't know, because as I stroked and 
rubbed, my fingers groping at my swollen, 
tender balls, pulling the hair lightly, 
then one hand fisting my cock, doing it 
just the way I liked, hard, slow, firm, 
slow, the wetness at the tip slickening 
my grip, making it easier to go faster, 
harder, quicker as I lifted on tiptoe, 
clenching my legs and butt, heightening 
the heated second just before that point 
of no return hit me...the overwhelming 
gushing as my hands felt hot liquid cum 
spilling, the blast of jism splattering 
onto the walls, my whole body in the 
throes of ecstasy...and in my state of 
explosive bliss, I knew I'd been missing 
this free frenzy of self-pleasuring for 
too long, it wouldn't be that long again 
until I sought this rapturous daylight 
dreaming. 

I vowed as I squeezed the last sweet 
droplet of cum from my cock that from 
now on daylight dreaming would be an 
indulgence any time I was alone, bored 
and needed it.

And oh, what a dream it had been, I 
thought, getting up from the sofa and 
looking out the apartment window, 
where I'd let my fantasy first begin 
my daydream into erotic adventure -- 
all alone here on a rainy October day. 

           -THE END-
     

 


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