Wet Dream

  The shower water streamed over them, stinging hot. Steam rose up from the cold basin, and surrounded them, like rich clouds for cover. His hands roamed over her shoulders and down her breasts. Cupping her, he flicked at her nipples with his thick, calloused thumbs. Sensation tingled through Carry, making her come alive with want and need. She opened her legs, allowing the woman at her feet access to her private regions.

  Carry knotted her hands in the blonde's hair. Who was this woman? Who was this man? She was sure it was her husband, in her mind he was, but his hands were calloused and rough. Eddie's hands were not working hands.

  And they were in a public locker room. What were they doing here? Who played sports?

  It was all a blur and all so perfect. It was all in her mind. She did not know why she wanted it so badly, but her body was heating with desire in every second that passed. She was nearly afire. The hardened buds of her nipples begged for kisses, her clit pulsing for attention.

  The blonde spread her, diving in with her tongue. The man aided her, lifting one of Carry's legs high in the air. The woman licked her from front to back, just the way Carry loved. She clenched herself, arching as the tongue dove into her, then pulled back out.

  Carry's breath came in short pants as the mouth moved over her clit and suckled. The man released her leg, moving his hands around to her thighs. His fingers were dangerously close to her sex. To the pleasure the blonde was giving her.

  Suddenly he lifted her, jerking her away from the woman's mouth. All at once, his cock drove into her from behind. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his size, immediately heightening to a point of overflowing desire. He held her thighs, pumping into her. The blonde stood, coming directly into her view. Yet, still she seemed to have no face, no name to which Carry could place. Did it matter though? No. Not so long as she gave some attention to the hardened buds of her breasts. Her nipples were so taunt, so needy for pleasure she was sure they'd burst.

  The man thrust into her hard and fast, leaning her forward for better access. Her g-spot ignited under his pumping. The woman crouched under her tilted body, bringing her mouth to her left nipple. She licked around her areola, slowly trailing her tongue inward to the peak of her hardened nipple. She suckled at it, her teeth grazing over it as she let it from her mouth. Her tongue smeared over her chest, her mouth making its way to her other nipple. She gave it the same attentions Suddenly she bit at it, not hard, but a little nip that sent tidal waves of painful pleasure through Carry. Before she knew what was happening, her hot sex was bursting with an explosion. She convulsed around him, panting as her body went into a short, ecstasy-filled frenzy.

  She screamed out.

  Suddenly a warm hand was on her shoulder. Everything but the lingering orgasm disappeared. Black surrounded her. She wasn't standing. She was lying. She gasped, looking around her.

  Then it hit her. She'd only been dreaming.

  She rolled over, cuddling close to her husband.

  "Everything okay?" His tone sounding worried, he stroked her hair.

  She moved over top him, straddling him with her legs.

  "Great. Best dream I've had in a while." She reached around and grabbed his hand, moving it down her back to slip between cheeks. His fingers found her sex. "See?"

  He toyed with the wet mound, igniting the desire in her all over again. "Oh yes. I want every detail."

 

 

  Alyssa Brooks, Wet Dream

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