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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