Somewhere between a dream and awake, I lie in my bed, naked.
The dream had been of him, his body, his penis hard and wanting. I have often thought about him and his manhood, but I can never act on my feelings, since I merely baby-sit his children, and to him I am only a young college co-ed making some extra cash.
I am certain, though, that at times he looks at me in that way. I even think I once noticed his penis hard beneath his pants. But I can’t be sure as to take action, except here in my college room at night. In my dream we are locked in passion, and as I begin to emerge frp, sleep. my breasts yearn to be held. My nipples yearn to be exposed to his look, his tongue, his fingers. I oblige their need with my own. I caress my breasts. They are full and hard, and as I caress them I can feel my wetness growing.
My fingers inch down my stomach, and ease into the wetness. I pause with a finger on my clit. The sensation is so great, I need not even move my finger. I see his face in the darkness, his penis taut with excitement. My breasts invite him, my fingers encircle my clit. I ask in the darkness for him to enter me, to come inside. I hear myself say his name, as my hand down there moves faster and faster.
My legs spread apart in the dark, my bedsheets fall to the floor. With my roommate sleeping close by, I try to contain my breathing, but my hand will not be slowed, He is there, the man of my fantasy. His penis begins to enter me, as my hand, awash in my own juice, rushes me forward. As he enters me, my fingers press my swollen clit beyond sensation, my insides begin to tremor as my cunt explodes in orgasm. I am coming … coming … while, quietly, his name passes my lips into the night.