“Let me see.” He said.
Spreading my legs I looked into his eyes to see that twinkle I know so well. He likes what he sees and a smile spreads across his mouth.
“I want more of that.” He says while parting his lips.
I open my mouth and take a deep breath in while I reach down to open up my lips. He stares even harder and my body starts to tingle.
“You are so beautiful. Those are the most fantastic lips I have ever seen.” He says with a smirk.
I then begin to feel something warm move across my head and claws start needing my scalp. “Dang it Gizmo! I was getting to the good stuff!” I brush the cat away from my head and look drowsily to the clock.
It’s 6:45 am and not enough time to get back to my dream. I guess that will have to do for now. I drag my heightened and horny body out of bed and begin the daily morning ritual of coffee and a shower. The cat follows me into the kitchen looking for an early morning meal. I give her a push with my foot. “That’s for disturbing my dream.”
He always comes to me in the early morning dreams. As if the memory of him should sustain me through out the day. I can’t never really see his face, but the voice is burned into my subconscious. Slow and deep with a hint of accent from somewhere that is southern and comfortable.
As I start the warm water for my shower, I convince myself if I ever hear him talking I will become immediately wet and probably make an embarrassment of myself. So until I meet him, or someone close enough, I will use my old standby Henry – my vibrator of choice in the shower.
I step in and the warm water begins to fill my senses. I can smell the freshness of my shampoo and reach for the sensual aromatherapy gel. The water runs down my breast and slides down the inside of my legs. I spread my legs and reach down to spread the lips that were so beautiful in the dream. I reach for Henry and close my eyes.
“That’s it my pretty. Go ahead and let me watch.” He whispers. “The water runs in soft streams down your nipples. I can almost taste their plump goodness in my mouth. I now want you to reach down and open those lips again.”
“Ohh. That’s a good girl. Now feel for your clit and rub it softly. No you can’t have Henry just yet. You must wait until I have seen everything I want.” He commands.
I dutifully oblige and slide my index fingers across my clit. The sensation sends tingles to my nipples and they stand erect. I reach my middle finger between my pussy and begin to caress the inner lips. I let out a soft whimper.
“That’s such a good girl. How do you like my hot breath on your neck? Can I rub my hard dick across your back?” he says.
My fingers begin to move in and out as I rub faster and harder against my clit. I reach for Henry again and hear his voice. “I said not yet.”
“Oh Lord Please!” I retort.
The frustration rises into my head and all I want is to reach around for a hard dick and let it do the rubbing for my fingers. Nothing feels better than a man pushing and thrusting against my pussy. I can’t take it anymore and reach for Henry.
Madly I turn on the controls and turn the pulsing as high as possible. As soon as Henry reaches my clit I let out a yell and feel all the muscles in my pussy tighten. Henry rubs for a little while and then moves straight into my cunt. The curve of the vibrating head reaches my swollen g-spot. The walls begin to close in and my legs buckle under the release of my juices. “Oh more!” I shriek as my head falls back and all my senses release.
“Well done Henry. Sorry Mr. Slow and Southern. I just couldn’t wait another minute.”
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