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Authors name: Barry H (bahames@vancouverbc.net)
Story title : Mid Summer Night's Wet Dream
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A Mid Summer Night's Wet Dream (MF, exh, mast, rom)
By Barry H (bahames@vancouverbc.net)
* * * *
A fantasy tale involving two strangers (a man and a
woman) some mutual masturbation in a public place
complete with an odd little ending promising more.
Comments and critiques welcome and appreciated.
* * * *
He had never felt quite like this before. Since waking up
from a troubled sleep a vaguely defined image of someone
- female - kept flashing through his mind. He could tell
little about her beyond the fact that she turned him on
in a way he had never experienced before. She was
attractive, around 30 or so (his own age), and had
shoulder length dark hair worn in a gentle upsweep. He
was filled with both longing and lust, a gentle but
persistent ache for her such that he coasted through his
day in a kind of erotic fugue state.
In a daze he drove uptown for dinner that evening and
quickly found himself in a strange neighborhood. He
looked around at the quaint turn-of the-century brick and
masonry buildings and knew he was lost - utterly. Not a
thing was familiar except the English language on signs
and buildings. The streets were cobblestone and narrow,
the street lighting ornate with wrought-iron swirls. An
attractive neighborhood to be sure, but one he never knew
existed in his city before. And this scared him badly and
added considerably to his horny, otherworldly angst.
He drove slowly along hoping against hope to find
something familiar. Then, amidst the clutter of small
shops and offices along the street, he spied the flashing
red and blue neon of a restaurant sign just ahead. The
name looked vaguely Italian but 'Restaurant' was spelled
out clearly. This would do fine. Conveniently, a parking
spot was open just 2 cars down. With trembling hands he
parallel parked into the spot and got out of his car.
Where am I? He thought, looking around on the edge of
panic. His head turned frantically in all directions
seeking some sort, ANY sort, of reference point. On the
verge of running madly away the restaurant sign again
caught his attention. Staring at its blinking, gaudy
visage he felt an odd sort of peace settle over him.
His breathing slowed and deepened and his panic and fear
slowly left him as he drew closer to the eating
establishment. In its place though came that disjointed,
almost surreal feeling of aching lust that had had
possession of him all day. He wasn't sure which was
worse.
Just to reassure himself he walked up to the nearest
building and touched it. Feeling it's rough stony surface
with his fingertips told him that this building at least
was real. He quickened his pace and reached the
restaurant entrance. He reached out and grasped the brass
doorknob in front of him and felt oddly comforted by its
cold, gentle smoothness, its normality. Swinging open a
heavy wooden door he entered.
In the foyer was a dark wooden podium with a reservation
book open upon it. The walls were a dark, creamy color
decorated with an 18th century portrait of Nell Gwynn,
the English courtesan who became the bedmate of King
James l. An odd selection for a restaurant he thought.
Mind you it's a stunning portrait of a beautiful young
woman, he conceded. But this went only to fire his
strange lust even further. Much to his chagrin he felt
himself growing hard staring at Nell Gwynn's d‚colletage.
"May I be of assistance?" a voice called to him.
Embarrassed at the state he was in he kept a hand in
front of his pants. A short middle-aged concierge was
looking up at him smiling.
"Y-yes you can" he stammered, "Do you have room for me? I
haven't a reservation."
"Of course sir. This way" the little man offered,
extending his arm.
He followed him through a darkened interior lit mostly by
candles. The tables and chairs were all made of wood and
stained the same dark walnut color as the podium in the
foyer. The walls similarly were the same dark creamy
tone.
The restaurant seemed half full but the diners themselves
were hard to distinguish in the low lighting. He sensed
rather than heard the low murmur of their conversation
and made out the quiet laughter of one group at a nearby
table. Though he could not see much of their food it
smelled delicious.
Nearing the back of the room the concierge made a
sweeping gesture to a table on his right. It was a small
round affair with a semi-circular bench seat made of
leather stained the same dark color as the furniture, all
tucked cozily into the back corner of the room.
At this point the room narrowed into a kind of wide
alcove leaving him a mere 20 feet away from the opposite
corner. He glanced over and saw that the mirror image
table and bench opposite was empty. He nodded his
acceptance and sat down as the concierge gracefully lit
the candle in the center of his table, dropped off a menu
and wine list and, with a small bow, he turned and left.
He opened the menu and gazed down on it without really
seeing anything. His mind was again possessed by vague
images of the dark haired, sensuous woman who had invaded
his dreams and who was now controlling his waking
thoughts. I am so turned on, he thought; my cock is
getting hard just sitting here. He was grateful to be
seated in this alcove as no one could catch a glimpse of
his erection except for anyone seated at the opposite
table, and that was empty.
A few minutes later he had to correct himself - WAS
empty! Oh God, here comes that little man again with
another single in tow, and it's a - a woman! Oh great!
He quickly placed a napkin in his lap to hide his
embarrassing tumescence from this new arrival. When he
looked up from that chore he noticed the concierge
blocking his view of her. He handed the menus over to her
with his characteristic swirl, then stepped away and
departed. His breathing stopped completely, his jaw
dropped wide open. It was HER! The woman from his dream!
He was about to say something to her, anything to make
some connection, but he held himself back. She was
studying the wine list and paying no attention to him.
I'm just gonna make an ass of myself at this point he
reasoned. I'll let her get settled in first. His heart
was beating rapidly now and he could feel his desire
rising by the second. He pondered this bizarre
coincidence. This couldn't be happening, he thought to
himself. How could SHE be HERE? Wherever HERE was, he
added.
Bewildered, he sat still and studied her cautiously,
trying not to draw her attention. Yes, the same dark eyes
and upswept hair, pale complexion and red pouting lips as
his phantom lover. She was about his age, slim and
dressed in a black cocktail dress, which clung
suggestively to her womanly curves. Spaghetti straps on
the dress left her shoulders delightfully bare and led
his eyes to explore and admire the firm swell of her
breasts as they filled the bodice of her satiny black
outfit. I'm losing my mind, he thought desperately. Who
the hell is she?
* * * *
Oh my God! She thought, it's HIM. She tried to avoid
looking at him seated opposite her by burying her face in
the wine list but she could feel his eyes on her. She
burned at his gaze and ripples of unwanted pleasure
flowed through her body. This is not possible, she told
herself. This is the man who has been driving me nuts for
the last 24 hours. He has the same wavy dark hair and
eyes, the same trim, athletic look to him and tall - even
sitting down she could tell he was tall - just like HIM!
She closed her eyes. This is not happening she said to
herself. Last night's sleep was a ragged, passionate,
exhausting experience. She'd be awake, or thinking she
was. She was never sure. Then asleep, then into some kind
of twilight sleep while the phantasmal image of HIM
caressed her body, kissed her in every conceivable place
and then brought her time and again to the brink of
orgasm only to fade away completely at the very moment
she needed his touch the most. She awoke drained and
confused. She had tried to masturbate while lying in bed
but she was unsuccessful. In spite of her burning desire
she could not climax.
She had spent the day in a hazy fog of desire and paid
little attention to her surroundings or other people. To
top all of this off she had gotten herself lost driving
out to get some air. She had been scared not knowing
where she was but she was new to the city and felt she
could ask for directions. She spotted the red and blue
neon sign of this restaurant and was strangely put at
ease by the hypnotic friendliness of the flashing tubes
of light that beckoned her inside. The food smelled great
too, she noticed, as she had stepped inside the cozy old
foyer. Then there HE was.
Taking a quick peek she could see his long legs under the
table, admired the tight fitting black slacks he wore and
regretted that a napkin hid his groin from her. The thin
black short-sleeved cotton top he wore emphasized his
lean, wiry physique. His face was long and angular,
handsome and full of character, she decided, just the
sort of looks that made her weak in the knees and wet in
other places.
She felt her nipples harden and idly noticed how they now
pointedly stood out against the sheer fabric of her
dress. As if to stuff these strong unbidden sexual
feelings she pressed her palms hard into her lap, which
ironically caused her to shiver with pleasure as her
pussy responded to this unintended attention.
I'm a wreck, she decided, then noticed that he had
quickly removed the napkin from his lap. Yes! She was
sure she could see his cock hard and upright beneath his
pants. What's gotten into me, she screamed inside her
head. Nothing! That's the problem, she giggled to
herself.
As she watched he stared intently at his menu but his
hand had gone down between his legs. She sat mesmerized
as he slowly started stroking himself through his slacks,
rubbing his hand gently up and down his bulging shaft.
The blood rushed to her face then suffused her body with
an excruciatingly erotic hot flash. Her throat went dry
and her heart pounded in her chest as he continued his
sensual stroking.
She'd never witnessed anything so blatantly and
inappropriately sexual and she was in the grip of a lust
so hot she felt she might come just from watching this
spectacle. At this point she daren't even touch herself,
she thought. Good grief oh my, he's actually starting to
masturbate! A small groan escaped her.
He undid his zipper - slowly. Still reading his menu but
now glancing quickly at her every few seconds he reached
inside his pants and released his cock. Looking down at
it he groaned and as she watched he began running his
fist up and down his long thick shaft. He put his right
leg up on the bench then and boldly faced her, but now
his head was thrown back, his eyes closed in an agony of
pleasure. She could see his hand stroking his large erect
prick faster now as a rictus of a smile spread across his
lips, teeth bared in pleasure/pain, and beads of sweat
formed on his brow.
She had never witnessed such a sight. As a fantasy it was
on her "to do" list to be sure, watching a man
masturbate, but like this? Her own passion was rising and
the total eeriness of the scene was affecting her in ways
she never experienced before.
Almost of its own accord her hand lightly stroked across
her nipples and she felt tingling sensations straight
down through her pussy. Her other hand too had wandered,
into her lap. As her eyes locked on the big cock being
stroked opposite her she slowly brought her hand under
her hem then sat up a little to let the skirt slide up to
her hips. She wore dark hose that hugged the top of her
thighs and allowed a brief glimpse of bare flesh before
the black lace of her panties was revealed. She lightly
stroked herself through her panties and gasped at how wet
she was.
With a slow intake of breath she inhaled the musky
fragrance of her own arousal. She slipped her hand inside
her panties to cup her bare sex then stroked herself with
one finger, marveling at how slippery wet she was -
marveling too that she could ever do such a thing.
Masturbating in front of someone and in PUBLIC yet!
* * * *
He kept stealing glances at her. She was everything he
ever found sexy, attractive or alluring in a woman. Her
sleek trim body, her confidence; the way her eyes wove
together so provocatively with her smile. She seemed so
poised and serene and yet so wanton at the same time. He
knew she had noticed him but when he saw her start to
caress her nipples lightly, almost indifferently, he knew
she knew he was watching.
It was almost too much to believe, but there she was
looking at that crazy wine list and touching her breasts
at the same time. And driving him completely insane. He
could see her nipples now poking through the thin fabric
of her dress and noted with pleasure she was bra-less.
Things like this never happened to him.
As he watched he saw her head fall back and a sigh escape
her lips. Her right hand cupped her left breast and
squeezed it gently. His own breathing was heavy as well.
He saw her looking directly at him now through hooded
eyelids, a look of pleasure on her face. His throat too
became dry from excitement as his cock engorged itself
inside his pants, harder now than he ever remembered it
being - so hard it almost hurt.
He began stroking himself through his slacks as he saw
her slipping a hand down between her legs and raising her
dress to her waist. He unzipped himself slowly and
fumbled for his cock, freeing it into the relatively cool
air of the restaurant. Such good seats, he thought. No
one can see us doing this.
As he began stroking himself he put his head back and
watched her through half-closed eyes. She had her panties
down around one ankle and was sorry he had missed her
removing them. She must have been fast. Her other foot
was propped up on the circular bench, affording him a
clear view of her pussy, clean-shaven but for a fringe of
dark hair at the top. Her slit was plain to see,
highlighted as it was by her finger sluicing up and down
it.
She paused occasionally to run quick circles around her
clit and move two fingers inside her wet, throbbing cunt
to rapidly finger fuck herself, then would repeat the
cycle maximizing every ounce of pleasure she could. She
moaned very quietly and breathed in hurried little gasps,
her passion building. Her dark eyes were staring into his
crotch, almost searing his cock with their intensity.
He gazed across at her entranced, saw her eyes dulled by
the same passion he felt, saw in her the same
powerlessness over these events as he experienced. He
slowed his own stroking to watch her more intently. Her
left hand was inside her top, playing with her tits and
tweaking her nipples. She let one side of her dress slip
down uncovering a perfect round breast topped with a
large coral colored nipple that puffed up proudly from
her chest. She lifted the nipple up to her lips and
licked it, then sucked it into her mouth as her other
hand continued to dance to its own erotic rhythm between
her legs.
He was gasping for breath now, feeling his come start to
boil up from his balls as he jacked himself off. He
thought about the mess he might make coming but quickly
put the thought from his mind. He was so close but
something was holding him back.
* * * *
My God, she thought, look at his hand! She loved watching
his rapid, hard strokes as he pleasured himself. His
technique was so unlike the gentle slow pulling she used
on her lovers. The passion he had for his own body was
purely masculine and powerful. She reveled in the mastery
he seemed to have over his own organ, as if he were
riding a wild stallion but one bent only to his will. She
worked at herself harder, willing him to come. She
desperately needed to see his white juices splashing out
the tip of his enflamed prick.
She squeezed her breasts hard, forcing the flesh of her
nipple tight between her fingers. She wanted him to see
her breasts, to show him what a proud symbol of her
sexuality they were, but knew this was risky in so public
a place. She compromised by revealing only one and was
rewarded by a gasp from across the aisle as she let her
bare tit loose. Its red nipple was hard and swollen from
her urgent touching and pulling. He stroked himself
faster as he watched her bring it up to her lips.
I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought, but I can't
stop! Oh God! I can't stop! Her orgasm approached, bigger
and more powerful than ever she remembered. For a moment
she was fearful she might wail out her passion for all to
hear, then she grabbed the napkin near her place setting
and put it in her mouth, biting down hard on it as the
tremors started.
* * * *
That's gonna do it! He thought as he saw her stuffing the
checkered cloth napkin into her mouth, God I'm gonna come
when she starts getting off! He saw the shaking in her
arms, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears leaking out
from the corners, her body totally rigid with ecstasy,
her back arched so hard he thought it might snap. Then he
sat in awe as all that sexual energy, centered and
concentrated in her groin, exploded outward through every
nerve, muscle fiber, and cell of her body in continuous,
overwhelming waves.
He saw her fall back gently into the couch just as his
own orgasm began overtaking him.
* * * *
She could not fathom the power of the climax that had
surged through her like a stroke of white-hot lightning.
Every nerve tingled, she felt herself floating above the
room and so full of peace she thought for a moment she
could reach out and touch God. But through her drowsy
post-masturbatory languor his harsh breathing and the
slap of his hard jacking strokes brought her quickly back
to earth. She opened her eyes and saw him still jacking
off. Then she sat spellbound as a great arcing spray of
cum shot out from the head of his cock and flew at least
three feet onto the hardwood floor of the restaurant.
She groaned as jet after jet followed, drenching his hand
and forming a pearlescent thick trail on the floorboards.
She longed to feel it on her hands and body; to rub it
into her breasts and pussy; to taste it and lick the
remnants off his cock; to be picked up and held in his
strong arms. But she remained strangely transfixed,
unable to move as she bathed in the afterglow of her
monumental orgasm. She savored over and over the
wickedest, most daringly erotic act she had ever hoped to
partake in, and felt an undying gratitude to her
mysterious lover for taking her to this place.
* * * *
His massive orgasm finally peaked. Gradually he felt his
breathing start to slow, his mind to clear and his senses
to reawaken. He looked over and saw her staring at him
with the same awed, but satisfied smile on her face as he
was sure was on his own. My God, he thought, I've looked
for you all my life, here you are, and I don't even know
where HERE is!
Like her, he too was overtaken with a pleasant lassitude
that kept him in his place, though he longed to go over
and kiss those beautiful lips, and lick those wonderful
fingers of hers clean. What do you say to a woman who has
just taken you to place you never knew existed, whose
eroticism well exceeded the boundaries of your own
limited sexuality, and yet one who welcomed you so openly
into hers? He went to look at her...
* * * *
But as she turned her head she felt suddenly dizzy, her
vision blurred...
...and he gave his head a shake to clear the confusion
and looked around him in disbelief...
...the restaurant was gone! She frantically looked around
her and took in all the familiar objects, clothing and
pictures that adorned her bedroom...
...his head reeled as he felt his own down comforter
around him and realized that he was lying quite naked in
his own bed...
...at home, but with a sudden sense of blissful
contentment he/she somehow knew they would meet again...
END
(c) 2002 by BarryH. All rights reserved.
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