He was there, tall and dark, like
he'd been at the coffee shop, though this time, his
sunglasses were gone, revealing his eyes. His scent,
male and sexy, completed the sensation, and he stared
at her as if she were a four-course meal. The ponytail
was gone, and his brown locks hung down around his face,
his eyes peeking through the erratic strands.
And he had his hands on her.
All over her.
He caressed her breasts, her legs, her arms,
her shoulders. Every part of her, he touched.
She moaned, crying out as he caressed her. Squeezing
a nipple, he smiled at her.
She just sighed, arching into his touch.
From the shadows, another man appeared,
this one as tall, but blond, his hair short and cropped.
He watched at first, if only for a few seconds, a feral
look on his face as he took in the sight of her and
the other man together. She took in a breath--she'd
never been watched before; a wild sensation ran through
her, unlike anything she'd ever felt.
She tipped her head back, a moan escaping her
as the dark haired man slipped his hand between her legs. The blond
came up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, just caressing
the skin under her breasts.
She'd never felt anything so erotic in all her
life.
"You like this," the dark
haired man whispered in her ear as he teased her clit.
She moaned.
"You do," the blond said
in her other ear, his voice just as seductive as the
dark haired man's.
Together they caressed, teased, and
tormented her until she screamed and cried for release.
She lost track of whose hands belonged where--all that
skin moving against hers, numbing her brain beyond anything
but the feel of the contact.
Then the dark haired one shoved his hard cock
inside her, pumping against her as the blond held her up for him.
The blond shoved his dick against her butt, pulsing and sliding
against her.
Screams of release came out of both her and the
brunette.
Nicole awoke, bolting upright in her bed, her body drenched in
sweat.
Oh, my God! What a dream.
She hadn't had a dream like that in... Hell, she couldn't
remember ever having a dream like that. Her nightgown
bunched around her waist, and one of her pillows was
between her legs.
"No more espresso for me." She got up and
headed for the bathroom. Peeling off her panties, she
realized she'd have to get a new pair out.
"What am I? A twelve year old boy?" she
muttered as she finished up and rinsed her face. Glancing
at the watch she never removed, she realized she had
about an hour before she needed to get up.
Curling back up into bed, she shook her head, wondering why she'd
had such a strong, erotic dream. It just wasn't like her at all.
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