“I think I see the problem,” she told me. Her hand was still over my pussy but she hadn’t been trying to finger me, and now my pussy was aching for release. “I’ll have to …” her explanation trailed off because it was never going to make sense – even in a dream. She lowered her head to my breast and took my nipple into her mouth, and that made all the sense I needed.
Looking down on her from above, I could see her mouth around my nipple, her lips the same perfect pink as her pussy, and smooth locks of blonde hair spilling across her face and draping down over the olive skin of my breast. It was breathtakingly beautiful and erotic. I could tell she was licking and sucking me, and that it should have felt amazing, but I couldn’t feel anything – at least not in my nipple. Her hand was still cupping my sex though, and I felt the pressure and heat down there building, hotter and heavier, her finger pressing between my lips until finally with a breathless gasp from me, she slipped smoothly inside.
“There, that worked,” she came back up smiling, completely oblivious to the pleasure she was giving me, her middle finger now lodged tightly in my entrance. I wanted her to move it inside me and rub my clitoris, but I was tongue-tied and paralyzed; I couldn’t think what to say that wouldn’t let on that I was using her to masturbate me.
Somehow my hand was still on her pussy and now I realized that my finger was inside her as well. I instinctively knew that we were linked; whatever I did to her, she would do to me. I tried moving my finger, but that same paralysis stopped me. All I could do was press into her, grinding against her clitoris while of course she ground against mine, her juices now flowing hot and wet over my palm.
I could feel the orgasm building inside me but with my hand frozen, I just couldn’t get it to peak, and I was getting frantic for release.
“Please,” I breathed. “Help me.”
“Here,” she said, offering her breast with a free hand. “You try it.”
I bent down and gazed at her nipple, still marveling at the impossible color, pink and glowing, like icing on a cupcake. Up close I could see all of the little bumps and I wanted to feel them on my tongue. I closed my lips over it and an electric charge hit me; it tasted like putting my tongue on a battery, and then everything started to work again. I was able to slip my finger deeper into her and simultaneously I felt her open me up, driving deeper with that one finger, but wetly sliding over my clitoris with her thumb; teasing my love button until she drove me over the top.
It was all I needed. With her hard nipple setting off lightning bolts on my tongue, my thighs clamped together over her hand – and of course her thighs closed on mine, too – and I came with a sweet, long, shuddering orgasm, my entire body twitching uncontrollably with Susan’s nipple still between my lips, powering the continual, flowing climax that seemed like it would never end.
At that point, predictably, I woke up with my hand down my soaking wet panties and realized with a guilty shudder that I had just come in my sleep with Nick lying beside me.
I think Susan came, too.
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Oh boy. I did NOT expect that. I wrote this to maybe get it out of my system, but I didn’t expect … this … euphoria! It’s not out, it’s in! More in than it ever was! I feel full to bursting. With what though? Lust? Anticipation? Excitement? I’m so confused.
I just re-read the dream and it’s not quite right – it’s hazier in my mind, jumpier, with incomplete thoughts and images and confused feelings. But it’s powerful; oh my God, it’s powerful! It hardly seems like I wrote it. It reads like some racy bodice ripper. No, check that, it reads like fucking porn! I’m ashamed to admit (am I though?) that I was masturbating while reading it, and my orgasm was every bit as powerful as the first time, the one I dreamed. God, I want to read it again.
I need to get ready to go out now. I can’t wait to see her … but I still don’t know what I’m going to say. Or do. I’d give anything to know what she was thinking.
~~~ THE END ~~~
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Belinda LaPage
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Sydney, Australia, 2014
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