I awoke with an annoyed groan, leaning over to hit the “dismiss” button on my alarm clock. The luminescent green numbers shining through the darkness, heralding the start of my usual 7 am day. With a huff, I slipped back onto my pillow, willing myself not to surrender to the lure of more sleep. My mind started to drift a little, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings as my senses roused themselves, discovering, with a light smile, my left hand was nestled between my legs, cupping my warmth. Then, like a dam breaking, the memories of the dream I was having all rushed back to me.
It was you. Ever since that morning over a week ago, when you had met my gaze across the busy café, and stared for what seemed like an eternity, I just could not get your image out of my head. You were like an airbrushed fantasy from one of those magazines, god, I had never seen something so divine. That perfectly sculpted face, the hard jawline, the shaggy hair, the light stubble. I had almost melted when you locked those soul searing green eyes onto mine. I could only imagine how much the perfection continued under the fabric of your shirt, and good lord, imagine I did.
I became aware of my heartbeat beginning to race while my mind relived those few moments, my chest rising and falling as my skin heated up, unconsciously, the hand between my legs had pressed itself down a little more firmly, the heel of my palm making tiny circles as I fought with my desire. Straining my ears to listen for any tell-tale sounds of my housemates waking up, I heard none, and in that moment decided to indulge myself in this little fantasy.
I was back in the café, mysteriously empty now save for you and me, you didn’t say a word, simply rose from your chair and strode over to me, looking down with those gorgeous green eyes as my breath caught in my throat, suddenly at a loss for words. You took my hand, made me rise, and then unceremoniously lifted me onto the table, stepping between my legs until our faces were but an inch apart. Then you kissed me, and my senses exploded.
I let out a soft moan, my left hand was now grinding it’s heel between my legs with a purpose, the warmth emanating from my core escalating into an inferno, a very slight dampness darkening the cotton of my pyjama bottoms. I lifted my shaky hands to the cotton shirt I slept in, freeing each button, one by one, until to material fell apart and exposed my modest bra-less breasts to the cool morning air. I didn’t have large breasts by a long shot, no, mine were small and shapely, “a perfect handful” as my ex-boyfriend had once called them. I looked down at them, my nipples more erect than I had ever seen them before, I ran my hands along my inner thighs, rubbing them, teasing myself as the light breezes from my aroused breathes washed over my tingling nipples.
I was back at the café again, our faces mashed together in needy kisses, tongues exploring each others mouths, I was letting out little aroused moans as I felt your large powerful hands roaming over every inch of my smaller body, lightly squeezing and groping at the areas you enjoyed. I was melting under your touch, I was yours and you knew it. Without warning, you had ripped off your shirt, exposing those gloriously hard muscles to my eager fingers, before pulling my own garments off over my head, leaving us both nude from the waist up. You kissed your way down my neck, my body tingling with excitement, thoroughly enjoying the light scratching of your stubble on my skin, my breath caught in my throat and I groaned like a bitch in heat when you slurped your perfect lips over one of my exposed nipples, suckling lightly and using your tongue like you knew intimately how my body worked.
I was beyond horny now, my hand had slipped under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, snaked it’s way into my underwear and was shamelessly rubbing quick circles over my incredibly hot sex. I was breathing hard, the only sound you could hear other than the slight wet sliding noises coming from below the sheets, as my puffy labia were spread and closed by the eager fingers, coating them in a slick layer of my arousal. I could feel my body responding rapidly, an orgasm was approaching. I had always been able to give myself very swift relief, and with your image locked in my mind, it was only driving me more and more into the spiralling vortex of pleasure. My greedy fingers sped up as my back arched up slightly, my burning pussy tingling in anticipation, my tiny exposed clit being mercilessly attacked until sheer euphoric pleasure erupted from the little nub, spreading throughout my body, making all my muscles suddenly tense, and then fall limp, as the calming wave washed over me. I lay there, breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling quickly, it had been a quick and dirty orgasm, nice, but my body wanted more, my fantasy was not yet fulfilled.
I moaned as I removed my hand, the movement alone causing tingling bolts of pleasure to surge through my soaked sex, the hypersensitive flesh still raw from it’s ordeal.