From: trekat@theriver.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: His Dream Girl [m/f] - fantasy Date: Wed, 20 Dec 1995 21:16:42 GMT Organization: The River Internet Access Co. Message-ID: <4b9r17$51o@news.theriver.com> 2250 words / 6 pages / 21-k bytes Dream Girl by Rick I hurry home each Friday afternoon, speeding through caution lights and stop signs, taking the corners recklessly and finally slamming my plain, elderly Chevrolet to a squealing stop in the driveway. In my lonely cell, I race through cooking dinner, eating and doing the few dishes and then a slap-dash job of ironing my shirt for the next day, watching the clock, anxious for the day to end. I sit, trying to read the newspaper, but I am not able to concentrate on the troubles in Ireland, the insidious doings of terrorists and the like. I can hardly wait for night; night and the strange, exciting dream I've experienced for the past several months. At last it is nine-o'clock and time for bed. I try to will myself to sleep, but of course that doesn't work and I toss fitfully for an hour. Then, as it has happened for so many nights before, I am abruptly unconscious, and dreaming. It seems so very real, more real than my solitary, dedicated life. I am there again, in that strange city, in a dangerous neighborhood, walking down the dark and windy sidewalk to the second-rate hotel. I push the door open and mount the narrow, dirty stairs with their worn carpeting, up to the third floor. Moving down the poorly lighted hallway, I anxiously search for a room number, and finding it, I open the door without knocking. She is there, waiting for me. She, the lovely, raven haired young woman I have met each time before. I know her from another place and time, but here and now she is a very, very different person. She is my mistress. As I approach the wide, satin draped bed in the center of the small, cheap room, she turns to me, brushing her wild, dark hair back from her face. She doesn't smile but I sense she is glad to see me. I sigh with relief. She is tall and well built, without being obviously fleshy and voluptuous; sensual and yet somehow still innocent despite her dark and troubled past. Her deep, black eyes behind those long, beautiful lashes, smile as she holds out her hand to me. Taking her soft hand, I let her draw me to closer until I am sitting on the edge of the bed. For a moment, she looks at me soberly, then finally she smiles with her lips. She unbuttons the high-collared, long sleeved silk blouse she is wearing, taking her time, watching my reaction as she removes it and drops it on the floor beside the bed. She wears no brassier. I gaze at her, drinking the sight of her small but perfectly shaped breasts with their full nipples as she unfastens the long skirt she is wearing, squirms out of it and throws it aside. I see she is barefoot. In just her underpants - black and silky - she sits waiting for me to undress. I pull off my shoes and socks, and almost rip off my starch collared shirt, black trousers and undershorts, once again totally unashamed to be naked in front of a woman. As soon as I am undressed, she presses me back onto the firm bed and bends over me, offering her breasts. I nuzzle between them, kissing and then sucking on her nipples which become swollen and taut. As I nurse on her, bringing low croons of pleasure from her, she reaches behind her to fondle my genitals, deliberately rousing my lust even more. I'm not impressive to look at, nor have I truly ever understood women, which is probably why, at thirty-four, I'm necessarily married to my profession. My sexual equipment is not impressive either, but somehow as she touches me, my penis and testicles become larger - much larger. She sits up again, looking down at me with hot desire in her flashing eyes as she touches the mound of her sex through her underpants, daring me, urging me on. I reach up, take her hand and pull her back down beside me. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her smooth panties, I tug at them. She raises up so that I can slide them over her sweetly curved buttocks and down her long and well shaped legs. She has thick, black pubic hair but in the warm center of her womanly delta I can see the narrow cleft and the pinkish center, seeming to pout and open up even as I watch. Without a word, she stretches out on the red, satin sheets, parts her legs languorously, reaches out to me and draws me closer to her. I come to my knees between her spread legs, my erection rearing out in front of me, a thick lance of flesh, eager to plunge into her. She lifts one knee, slowly, letting it fall aside, showing me what awaits my rigid and veined, male appendage. She grasps my cock and tenderly strokes it, running her long fingered hand from the base to the crown, caressing it and loving it. She strokes me a few times, certain that I am firm and ready and then sits up. Smiling at me as if for permission, bends over my waist, opens her soft, red lips and then closes them gently over the enlarged head of my cock. My heart hammers and my vision blurs as I feel her tongue ticking the underside and then the wetness of her mouth as she sucks on me. She does it very slowly and with relish, enjoying the taste and the feel of that rigid engine of procreation, drawing deeply until, by her expression, she discerns the first drops of fluid on her tongue. Moving her head away, she gives my cock a tender squeeze and lies back down, parting her legs and lifting both her knees in sensual, silent invitation. I eagerly accept her fervent summons, leaning forward betwen her open thighs. She shifts her hips, adjusting herself, readying herself for me. She wraps her hand around the distended shaft before her - her fingers tightening - and prepares to guide it to her. But I resist a moment, taking a second or two to see what I am about to enjoy. Her female cleft is now swollen wide and humid looking, the pink inner lips like dew moist little flowers opening, waiting to be plucked. I pause, then lean away from my heated and ready target. On impulse, I scoot back, lower my head and place my lips on firm flesh of her abdomen, just above the dark, crisp curls. I kiss her there, then suck, leaving a small red asterisk of passion to remind her. I move still lower, her pubes brushing my chin, the native scent of her sex filling my brain. She places her hands on my head and arches her hips slightly, impatient for what I'm offering her. I would never, never have had the boldness or baseness to do something like this before, but with her, anything that pleases is perfectly all right. I cautiously touch the tip of my tongue to her velvety, moist flesh there and she utters a muted gasp. Her natural fluids are piquant and thick with a disturbing pungency at first, then after a moment, taste only slightly spicy. I suck at the small ridge at the crest of her vulva, at the same time thrusting a finger into her lubricated vagina. When my finger is thoroughly slick with her lubricious secretion, I work it into her anus. She gasps and then presses my hand tighter to her, helping me to insert my probing finger in up to my knuckles. I hook my thumb into her natural opening, moving both my finger and thumb in the rhythm of sex, teasing her. In a short while, she shudders, stiffens and sucks in a sharp breath. I pull my hand away and sit up. She lies with her eyes closed, her face flushed and her thighs spread, submissive in front of me, anticipating the meaty invasion of her female vitals. I grin as I lower myself on her again and press the very tip of my turgid organ against her slippery opening. I push and she lifts to meet me, clutching my buttocks, quickly driving my swollen cock deep. Her arms loop around my neck and her heels press the back of my thighs, urging me deeper still. Her smooth cunny-burrow is pleasingly warm and snug around the thickened shaft of my cock as I move on her. After a few thrusts, she matches my easy rhythm and I hear the faint, damp sounds of our genitalia coming together, her soft grunts of pleasure, the sough of the bedsprings under us, and her quick breath brushing my cheek as I ride her. After several minutes, her vagina is leaking such abundant lubrication that it puddles the red sheets under us and makes even my bulky cock slide very easily in and out of her clammy heat. She tightens her arms a moment later and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, letting me know she more than ready to be flooded still more with my fluid offering. I increase my stroke, my pelvis slamming against her mount, pushing her hard into the thick mattress. She draws her knees up and with pumping hips and curled toes, energetically matches me push for push. She emits the first words since our meeting then, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out with a long, harsh 'Ahhh-uh! Yes!' as she comes. I feel her vagina grow tighter on me. It seems as if I can't stop spurting, issuing pulse after thick pulse of semen into her. She welcomes that warm, vigorous tribute by bracing her feet on the bed, arching her back and clenching her buttocks as I drive my seed home into her. We lie together afterward, limp and sweaty, and after a while she squirms out from under me. I roll over to see her reach into the bedside table and pull out her beads as I knew she would. She sits cross legged on the bed beside me, fingering the large beads and smiling at me. She wants even more from me and I am willing. I gaze at her saturated pudenda, exposed to my view and I feel myself beginning to rouse once more. She notices and grins wickedly, her deep eyes fixed on my still flaccid penis. Then, looking into my eyes, she stuffs the beads up into her vagina and withdraws them slowly, bringing them out again slickered with the combined juices inside of her. I raise my opposite knee as she lies down with her cheek on my thigh, tensing slightly as I feel the hard, cool beads being pushed into my anus one by one. She works them all into me and when she is done, she takes my penis into her warm mouth and begins to patiently and exquisitely fellate me. Little by little, my cock responds. slowly growing longer and heavier on her busy tongue. She sucks more urgently as she feels the increased bulk filling her mouth, her saliva running down the thickening shaft. She pauses, cupping my testicles in her hand, giving me a silent question. "Yes," I whisper. She chuckles deep in her throat and mouths me again, this time taking long, long pulls as she fondles my tightening balls. I know what is about to happen and so I brace for the almost agonizing rush of pleasure as the pressure builds in my loins. In a moment, I involuntarily lift my hips, gasping, inundating her mouth with my milk of lust. At that instant, she pulls the beads from my clenched anus, popping them out one by one, massaging my throbbing prostate and bringing hard shivers of pleasure rippling up from my crotch and belly. Her head snaps up, globs of thick, white slime running from her full lips and down her chin as she rips the last few beads from me. Then she does something she hasn't done before: she falls on top of me, takes my face in her two hands and gives me a hard, open mouthed kiss, thrusting her semen flavored tongue deep into my mouth. I am still astonished, tasting my own potent slime as she masturbates my shrinking cock, sipping the last drops from it until it finally goes totally satiated and limp. We are done then and both of us can now go our separate ways, whole again for the time being, our libidinous secret safe, no longer racked with frustration and need - until the next time. We dress and then she walks to the door with me, holding my hand, just she always does. She turns to me and then kneels in front of me, head down. I touch her luxurious hair and she looks up at me with momentary adoration blended with sorrow as I mumble a brief consolation. Then I turn, open the door and step through it, not looking back, feeling myself beginning to wake to the real world, even as I walk slowly down the dingy hallway. Then I'm awake, the sheets slimed with my nightly passion. It is only a dream, but even awake, I know I will be with her, unable to touch her, yet feeling her pain and need, feeling her mind touching mine as I sit on the other side of the grillwork, so close and yet so far. And she, the long-suffering housewife, will say to me, as always does: "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been ten days since my last confession." - end - Trekat@theriver.com Ol' Tomcat up a tree, and out on a limb! Meeowrooowwwr!