Robin Cooper smoothed her skirt down nervously and took a last look at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom; she was really pleased that she had received some birthday money off her Aunt Josie; it had meant that she could have some golden and caramel lowlights in her long blonde hair. The new hair color suited her perfectly; she was already a stunning girl of twenty-one, but the new color made her green eyes sparkle, and made her look more grown up.
“I feel more ‘womanly’ already,” she thought, patting the long waves, and hoping it would make the handsome stranger notice her this time. She applied a last slick of lip gloss, picked her bag up and got ready to go.
She lived at home with her mom and dad; she and her boyfriend Brad were saving hard to try and get a small apartment where they could have some peace and privacy. Although she adored her parents, it would be nice for her and Brad to be able to let loose and kick back without being afraid of their parents walking in at the wrong time.
This temp job at Wallace International had turned up at just the right time; Brad was a mechanic at the garage in town, and he didn’t earn enough to support them, so the extra money was very welcome. It all went into her Bank account, and she was counting the days until they had enough for a deposit somewhere. Although her position at Wallace was a junior one, she hoped that if she worked hard that they would keep her on as a permanent member of staff; they could really start saving then.
And as for the handsome man in the lift, he was starting to fill more of her dreams; only last night she had woken up in the middle of the night, conscious of the damp patch between her thighs. In her dream, the handsome stranger had whisked her away for a romantic meal, and then taken her to his penthouse somewhere to make love to her; but this love-making had been far different from the kind that she and Brad usually did. This had been definitely sex; hot, raw, noisy, sweaty, sex and it had been fabulous. In the dream he had stroked and massaged her whole body ‘til she felt as though she was on fire; his masterful fingers had managed to undo buttons and zippers that would have left lesser men a fumbling nuisance. He had expertly undone the catch on her brassiere, and thrown it somewhere into the corner; she remembered thinking that she didn’t care where it had landed, all that mattered was his touch. And when that touch came, she was in heaven; his mouth had sucked and nibbled at her nipples until they were twin peaks of desire. His strong hands had eased her backwards onto a couch, and his nipples had returned to her breasts, sucking more firmly now. His hands were exploring the soft skin on the inner part of her thighs, and were gradually working higher and higher, until the back of his fingers had brushed against her soft pubic hair.
“I can feel your heat” he had whispered, “Now feel mine;” and he had placed an enormous hard cock into her outstretched hand. His hand held onto hers and encouraged her movements, until she was stroking his shaft in just the way that he liked it.
She had felt his fingers slip into the wet cleft of her pussy, and move upwards to circle the swollen bud of her clit. Robin had felt her own movements start to match his, as her hips left the couch, urging his fingers to explore, willing them to fuck her.
“Oh yes,” she had gasped, as the fingers pumped in and out of her hot tunnel, “Yes, yes!” and she had woken up, disappointed beyond belief to realize it had all been a dream. She had been that turned on with the thoughts of his fingers and tongue, that she had no option other than to finish the job herself; two or three swirls of her fingers around the wet hood of her clit and she had an immediate release as the spasms swept through her tired body. She licked her fingers clean, and went to sleep with a smile on her face…………”Someday soon, hopefully” were her
“I feel more ‘womanly’ already,” she thought, patting the long waves, and hoping it would make the handsome stranger notice her this time. She applied a last slick of lip gloss, picked her bag up and got ready to go.
She lived at home with her mom and dad; she and her boyfriend Brad were saving hard to try and get a small apartment where they could have some peace and privacy. Although she adored her parents, it would be nice for her and Brad to be able to let loose and kick back without being afraid of their parents walking in at the wrong time.
This temp job at Wallace International had turned up at just the right time; Brad was a mechanic at the garage in town, and he didn’t earn enough to support them, so the extra money was very welcome. It all went into her Bank account, and she was counting the days until they had enough for a deposit somewhere. Although her position at Wallace was a junior one, she hoped that if she worked hard that they would keep her on as a permanent member of staff; they could really start saving then.
And as for the handsome man in the lift, he was starting to fill more of her dreams; only last night she had woken up in the middle of the night, conscious of the damp patch between her thighs. In her dream, the handsome stranger had whisked her away for a romantic meal, and then taken her to his penthouse somewhere to make love to her; but this love-making had been far different from the kind that she and Brad usually did. This had been definitely sex; hot, raw, noisy, sweaty, sex and it had been fabulous. In the dream he had stroked and massaged her whole body ‘til she felt as though she was on fire; his masterful fingers had managed to undo buttons and zippers that would have left lesser men a fumbling nuisance. He had expertly undone the catch on her brassiere, and thrown it somewhere into the corner; she remembered thinking that she didn’t care where it had landed, all that mattered was his touch. And when that touch came, she was in heaven; his mouth had sucked and nibbled at her nipples until they were twin peaks of desire. His strong hands had eased her backwards onto a couch, and his nipples had returned to her breasts, sucking more firmly now. His hands were exploring the soft skin on the inner part of her thighs, and were gradually working higher and higher, until the back of his fingers had brushed against her soft pubic hair.
“I can feel your heat” he had whispered, “Now feel mine;” and he had placed an enormous hard cock into her outstretched hand. His hand held onto hers and encouraged her movements, until she was stroking his shaft in just the way that he liked it.
She had felt his fingers slip into the wet cleft of her pussy, and move upwards to circle the swollen bud of her clit. Robin had felt her own movements start to match his, as her hips left the couch, urging his fingers to explore, willing them to fuck her.
“Oh yes,” she had gasped, as the fingers pumped in and out of her hot tunnel, “Yes, yes!” and she had woken up, disappointed beyond belief to realize it had all been a dream. She had been that turned on with the thoughts of his fingers and tongue, that she had no option other than to finish the job herself; two or three swirls of her fingers around the wet hood of her clit and she had an immediate release as the spasms swept through her tired body. She licked her fingers clean, and went to sleep with a smile on her face…………”Someday soon, hopefully” were her
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