As the sun sets in the West, darkness floods across the city from the East, and the air cools.

I am alone in my apartment; my occasional lover, Simon, is out of town and I am feeling very alone. I wish he were here now, but he is not, and I have to accept that he will not be tonight. All I can do is snuggle under my duvet, against the encroaching cold, and try to sleep; but I am feeling very restless and somehow energised.

“Oh, Helen,” I say to myself, “you just need to close your eyes and relax. Sleep will come if you let it.”

But it is not so easy as that, of course, and I continue to toss and turn, while the heat of the duvet gathers around my body. I stretch out, flat on my back, and luxuriate in the warmth. I close my eyes and try to relax my body, stretching my arms and legs to their fullest reach. I slip into a fitful doze, thinking of Simon.

Suddenly, I think I hear the bedroom door open, then close again quietly. There is a rustle at the end of the bed, and I am startled to feel hands touch my feet, I think, then encircle my ankles.

I want to sit up and shake them off, but they don't feel threatening; on the contrary, they feel soothing and friendly. If I didn't know better, I would have thought Simon was there; he has soft, sensitive, but very strong hands, with long, flexible fingers.

I relax, it must all be in my imagination. My thoughts drift to Simon, and how much I love his touch. My hands move to cup my breasts, lifting them to feel their weight, squeezing them, teasing my nipples with my thumbs, and pinching them gently.

My hands slide down my body, over the soft skin of my belly, up and down. They reach my hips, and I feel the urge to part my thighs.

I feel a cool draught from below, as though the end of the quilt has been lifted. The hands which seemed to lightly grasp my ankles take a firmer grip, and I squeal in surprise as they seem to read my mind, and spread my legs further apart.

I feel very vulnerable now, with my parted legs held firm. My hands drift down between my thighs, and stroke the soft skin on the insides, teasing slowly upwards towards my pussy.

My body is trembling with anticipation, as the mysterious hands move slowly up my legs, reaching both knees now and spreading them even wider. I move my hands back to my breasts, and relinquish control of my legs to... who?

It doesn't really matter now!

I whimper, “Please, please touch me... I need your touch so much.”

The palms of the hands press against my inner thighs, holding them firmly apart, while I play more and more firmly with my breasts and nipples, teasing them, pulling and pinching them. A quiet moan emanates from my lips, turning to a groan.

I jump in shock when two thumbs seem to touch my pussy for the first time, then I relax while they slide smoothly up and down my pussy lips, spreading the growing dampness along their length. I feel the outer lips being parted by gentle fingers, opening my wet folds like a flower.

I gasp when I seem to feel hot breath blowing on my moist pussy. Then something wet but strong and flexible is probing between the folds of my pussy; it feels just like Simon's expert tongue.

He licks up between them, prising them gently apart, to explore my wetter depths, and long fingers open me to the attentions of the tongue. It licks upwards, towards my clit, while a hand presses firmly against my mound, to expose the hard, erect clit which throbs there, gently.

I feel a mouth encircle my clit, while a long finger explores inside my vagina. I feel the exquisite pleasure of it moving slowly in and out of me. I try to grip it, but the floods of natural juice make it impossible to hold it inside me, as I would wish.

I moan as the finger slides effortlessly in and out, while the mouth clasps around my clit and the tongue flickers mercilessly around it.

I feel a second finger join the first, but I am so wet now that they both slide smoothly in and out, while the mouth sucks my clit inside it and swirls a dextrous tongue around it. There is a definite rhythm to all this, and I reflect it in my play with my breasts and nipples. The pace of this rhythm rises steadily, as the fingers spread and twirl inside me, until I can bear it no longer.

I groan, “Please, please, I need you inside me. I'm wide open for you. Please fill me.”

Suddenly, my thighs are lifted onto strong shoulders, which rise remorselessly until it is my ankles suspended there, and I am folded in two, doubled up and helplessly trapped beneath this mystery body.

I am breathing heavily now, begging for your cock to ram into me.

I can feel the swollen head of an enormous cock teasing the wet lips of my pussy apart, but now my arms are pinned above my head, and I am almost powerless to move at all. I am completely under your control.

I feel the anonymous cock edge forward into me, and gasp as it slowly eases its way further and further, pressing so deeply inside me. It is much thicker than two fingers had been, slowly but firmly stretching me open.

I feel every inch as it steadily enters me, and I gasp for breath with each one, until my lover is pressed hard against my throbbing clit. I think I feel the head of his cock kissing my cervix, while I circle my hips against the base of his cock, and draw every ounce of pleasure from the sensations I feel emanate from my clit.

We stay like that for a moment or two- it seems like forever- and I feel his cock twitching deep inside me.

I fancy I hear a voice in my head saying, “Do you want me to fuck you properly now, Helen?”

That is truly what I want, and a strangled moan escapes, as I try not to cum yet. I want to be fucked hard, and to reach an earth-shattering climax.

I hold my breath as the cock pulls back, threatening to slip out of my pussy, anticipating the first hard thrust to come.

It does come.

I scream as the long, firm cock thrusts deep inside me, forcing all the pent-up breath out of me in one motion. I am empty of breath, but full of cock.

I feel my arms held firmly down, unable to move, while the long, thick cock pumps relentlessly in and out of my slick pussy. It is such a smooth action, like a piston working hard in a well-oiled machine.

Pumping steadily, relentlessly, in and out of me, while I shake and tremble beneath you. All I can do is to swing my hips, bucking up and down in rhythm with your thrusts, to match your pace and maximise the impact against my clit when you reach full depth.

Now you lower yourself onto my body, pressing my legs against my soft breasts, cushioning you, squeezing them between us, moving them back and forth as you fuck me. I writhe beneath you, wringing every ounce of pleasure from our energetic fucking.

This cannot go on much longer! I know that I will climax very soon now, and I sense that you are ready to cum at any moment too, though you don't make a sound.

I whimper with anticipation and you lock your mouth over mine, kissing me deeply and passionately, while you continue thrusting so, so hard. Harder and harder, faster and faster.

Our tongues twist and turn against each other when your final thrusts embed your cock deep inside me. These last few thrusts are almost painful, because I am so sensitive now.

My body accepts you willingly, though, and with the very last, very deep thrust, your tongue also flickers deep inside my mouth, and you breathe me in.

As you lift your mouth from mine, I scream, “Oh FUUUCK, Fuuck, fuck...” and my pussy throbs powerfully, trying to milk you.

Your cock is embedded deep inside me, and I swear I can feel the pulses of cum throbbing up your shaft, and pulse after pulse shooting up inside me. I am pressed firmly into the bed, unable to escape, even if I wanted to, quivering with released emotions, while you fill me to overflowing with rich, creamy cum.

It is over much too soon. We slowly collapse, merging into each other, softening. I wrap my arms around you, and you around me- we have almost become one.

“I don't want to let go of you,” I say, “Can we stay like this awhile? Please?”

As the trembling, shivering mutual climax subsides, our bodies relax, our breathing returns to normal, and eventually you roll aside. Your soft cock slips from me, and I whimper at the loss, while sticky cum dribbles down between my legs.

My eyes close as you kiss me one last time, and I drift into a dream state, but with a broad smile on my lips.

You leave just as quietly as you arrived, but there is no doubt that you came to me.

I fall into a much deeper sleep now, with happy dreams of complete satisfaction, and only begin to emerge from my stupor when the morning light floods into the apartment.

Before I can even gather my wits, my mobile rings. It is Simon.

And before I can say a word, he says, “Helen, I had the most wonderful dream of you last night! It was as though it were real...”