shelf near the circulation desk. Wearing… ah, damn, that’s good… a short black skirt and a white, button-down shirt. No bra.”
“Hmm.” Her hand slides up my shaft again, her fingernails scratching lightly and causing waves of sensation.
“And when you stretched up to put a book on the top shelf, I saw you weren’t wearing any panties either.”
“Oh.” She leans closer, her breasts pressing against my side. Her thick hair falls over my chest. “Well, wasn’t I a shameless little slut?”
“Uh huh. Your skirt hiked right up and exposed the curve of your pretty little ass.”
“What… what did you do?”
“Watched you shelve more books. Stared at your ass.”
“Did you get aroused?”
“Very.”
“Then I turned around and saw you watching me?”
“Um, sure.” My brain is so fogged with lust I can’t think straight. All I remember from my dream was fucking Liv on the desk, but as long as she keeps working my cock the way she is, I’m willing to embellish the story.
“What did I do?” she asks.
“Told me the library was closed, that it was time for me to go. I brought you the book I wanted to check out. It was about… uh, ranking of sexual positions in the medieval era.”
“What was the ranking?”
“Missionary was most acceptable… standing was considered deviant.” I can’t help myself from reaching around her to fondle one of her tits. “You told me you’d always wanted to be deviant.”
That’s about all the embellishing I can manage right now. Liv’s hand is working faster, and my shaft is slick and pulsing. Her breath is hot on my neck.
“So what’d you do?” she asks.
“Grabbed hold of your shirt and ripped the buttons off. Your nipples were hard as pebbles, and you pushed your tits into my hands. I fondled and sucked them, then turned you around and bent you over the circulation desk.”
This part of the dream is pornographically vivid. I pushed Liv’s skirt up to expose her ass, then shoved a knee between her thighs to spread them. She was panting, rubbing her tits on the counter, her pussy open and ready.
“And you fucked me good.” Liv slides her leg over mine.
Yes, I did. I can’t get the words out. Sweat drips down my temples. Pressure is building hard and fast. The cherry smell of her fills my head.
Liv moves over to press her mouth against mine. She whispers, “And I was shrieking and writhing as you slammed your hips against me and filled me over and over with your big cock, then pulled out and shot all over my ass… oh!”
A firestorm explodes in my blood. I come like a fucking torpedo, spilling over her hand and my stomach. Intense waves of heat flood me along with the spasms. I grab the back of her neck and thrust my tongue into her mouth as I pump my cock up into her fist.
“Jesus, Dean.” A hard shudder ripples through her body.
I grab her nightgown, certain that she’s hot and creaming, but she pulls back and puts her hand on my cheek.
“Don’t you want…” I stop.
“Yes, but… not now.”
I stare at her. Her skin is flushed, damp strands of hair sticking to her neck, her breathing rapid. I know all I have to do is touch her the right way and…
She eases away from me. Shakes her head.
“I don’t think I can.”
I take a breath. “I told you it’s not…”
“I know. I get it. Really, I do. I’m just being scared. And if you try and I can’t, then you’ll feel bad.”
“I don’t feel all that great about not trying.”
She smiles. “Believe me, Dean, if I wanted to, I’d have climbed on top of you ten minutes ago. And I know this isn’t easy for you, but we’ve waited this long… I can wait a little while longer.” She runs a hand down my chest.
“Yeah, but if you’re going to do me like that, you’ve got to give me something to give back.”
“Massages. Foot rubs. Bubble baths. You do the laundry. Let’s go have a few nice dinners out. Oh, pick me up those blueberry muffins from Sugar Bakery
“Hmm.” Her hand slides up my shaft again, her fingernails scratching lightly and causing waves of sensation.
“And when you stretched up to put a book on the top shelf, I saw you weren’t wearing any panties either.”
“Oh.” She leans closer, her breasts pressing against my side. Her thick hair falls over my chest. “Well, wasn’t I a shameless little slut?”
“Uh huh. Your skirt hiked right up and exposed the curve of your pretty little ass.”
“What… what did you do?”
“Watched you shelve more books. Stared at your ass.”
“Did you get aroused?”
“Very.”
“Then I turned around and saw you watching me?”
“Um, sure.” My brain is so fogged with lust I can’t think straight. All I remember from my dream was fucking Liv on the desk, but as long as she keeps working my cock the way she is, I’m willing to embellish the story.
“What did I do?” she asks.
“Told me the library was closed, that it was time for me to go. I brought you the book I wanted to check out. It was about… uh, ranking of sexual positions in the medieval era.”
“What was the ranking?”
“Missionary was most acceptable… standing was considered deviant.” I can’t help myself from reaching around her to fondle one of her tits. “You told me you’d always wanted to be deviant.”
That’s about all the embellishing I can manage right now. Liv’s hand is working faster, and my shaft is slick and pulsing. Her breath is hot on my neck.
“So what’d you do?” she asks.
“Grabbed hold of your shirt and ripped the buttons off. Your nipples were hard as pebbles, and you pushed your tits into my hands. I fondled and sucked them, then turned you around and bent you over the circulation desk.”
This part of the dream is pornographically vivid. I pushed Liv’s skirt up to expose her ass, then shoved a knee between her thighs to spread them. She was panting, rubbing her tits on the counter, her pussy open and ready.
“And you fucked me good.” Liv slides her leg over mine.
Yes, I did. I can’t get the words out. Sweat drips down my temples. Pressure is building hard and fast. The cherry smell of her fills my head.
Liv moves over to press her mouth against mine. She whispers, “And I was shrieking and writhing as you slammed your hips against me and filled me over and over with your big cock, then pulled out and shot all over my ass… oh!”
A firestorm explodes in my blood. I come like a fucking torpedo, spilling over her hand and my stomach. Intense waves of heat flood me along with the spasms. I grab the back of her neck and thrust my tongue into her mouth as I pump my cock up into her fist.
“Jesus, Dean.” A hard shudder ripples through her body.
I grab her nightgown, certain that she’s hot and creaming, but she pulls back and puts her hand on my cheek.
“Don’t you want…” I stop.
“Yes, but… not now.”
I stare at her. Her skin is flushed, damp strands of hair sticking to her neck, her breathing rapid. I know all I have to do is touch her the right way and…
She eases away from me. Shakes her head.
“I don’t think I can.”
I take a breath. “I told you it’s not…”
“I know. I get it. Really, I do. I’m just being scared. And if you try and I can’t, then you’ll feel bad.”
“I don’t feel all that great about not trying.”
She smiles. “Believe me, Dean, if I wanted to, I’d have climbed on top of you ten minutes ago. And I know this isn’t easy for you, but we’ve waited this long… I can wait a little while longer.” She runs a hand down my chest.
“Yeah, but if you’re going to do me like that, you’ve got to give me something to give back.”
“Massages. Foot rubs. Bubble baths. You do the laundry. Let’s go have a few nice dinners out. Oh, pick me up those blueberry muffins from Sugar Bakery
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