She was drifting in the void between sleep and wakefulness, that most precarious of places where detailed and vibrant dreams are possible to direct and control. She usually explored her most outlandish sex fantasies in this state, frequently finding herself drenched when she finally emerged to full consciousness. This morning’s dream had only just started when she was rudely awoken by her inconsiderate brother of a flatmate slamming the front door. Why she had ever decided to move in with him was a mystery to her and she was counting the weeks until she could afford to find her own home. Until then she did at least have the advantage of watching an array of his male friends come and visit and it was one of these that had been the subject of this morning’s dream.
The friend in question had spent the night on the sofa after the two of them had been out drinking last night. She’d heard them come home in the small hours and she assumed they had now left for their regular weekend football practice, leaving her the luxury of an empty flat. He was by far the nicest of her Brother’s friends and she had been flirting with him on and off for a few weeks now, partly because he was rather gorgeous and partly just to annoy her brother.
In her dream she had watched him working up a sweat in an imaginary garden, his muscular torso glistening in the sun as he wielded an axe to chop wood but she’d woken before anything more exciting had happened, leaving her feeling aroused and more than a little frustrated. She let her imagination drift back to her dream and the still fresh images of his semi-naked body filled her mind as her fingers gently caressed their way down and began to softly stroke the damp flesh between her thighs. She conjured images of him undressing, revealing parts of him that she’d never seen but frequently imagined. Her finger slipped between the wet folds of her flesh and she pictured his hard muscular thighs as his jeans were tugged down leaving him fully exposed. She closed her eyes, willing the dream world to return and letting her imagination direct the action as her hands provided the physical stimulation her body demanded. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing her already swollen nipple hard between two fingers, feeling the familiar electric ripples of pleasure racing through her as if wired directly to her pussy. Her thighs clamped around her other hand briefly, an automatic response to the pleasurable sensations filling her. Her fingers moved autonomously, their practiced movements maintaining the first flush of arousal with ease and building on it, parting her lips and easing towards her clit. She moved slowly, her fingers tracing lazy circles around it, careful not to press too hard too soon in case she gave in to her physical needs and forgot the fantasy sustaining it.
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In her mind she knelt before his naked body, visualising his perfect abs and beautifully erect cock. Soaking in the detail, she pictured smooth shaven balls that demanded to be cupped and licked. Her lips parted in readiness to take him deep into her mouth while her fingers found the firm flesh of her clit and squeezed it gently as she imagined licking along the length of his shaft while looking up into his eyes and watching the pleasure unfold on his face. Her neck and chest flushed a warm rosy pink as her excitement built rapidly, her arousal noticeably ahead of the action in her head. Her dream jumped forward to match her body and she found herself being lifted in his strong arms and felt the tip of his cock pressing against the sodden entrance of her pussy. Fingers acting as a substitute for the man in her dream she felt herself being stretched as he slowly filled her, easing into her sodden pussy. Pressing the heel of her hand against her clit she drove herself closer to climax, one hand a blur of motion while the other continued to pinch and squeeze her nipple, dream forgotten as she lost herself in ecstasy. Every movement edged her nearer to a peak and she cried out with reckless abandon as the first ripple of orgasm filled her senses, causing her hands to clench, fingers pressing hard against her most sensitive flesh, causing a second wave of pleasure to course through her and she cried out again.
Slowly she eased back to wakefulness, her heart returning to a normal pace and her awareness of her surroundings replacing the fantasy of the dream once more. Throwing back the covers she paused on the edge of the bed, toes pressed into the soft pile of the carpet, listening to the silence that pervaded the flat, checking that she really was alone. Confident that her brother and his friend had indeed left earlier she put her iPod on its dock and turned it on. Padding slowly across the hallway wearing nothing but yesterday’s perfume she left the doors to her bedroom and the bathroom open so that the music was still audible and turned the shower on. Hot water cascaded over her sending a wave of goosebumps racing across her body as if she were being caressed by invisible hands, the sensation was exquisite and she closed her eyes, savouring the feeling for the fleeting moment that it lasted.
He lay very still on the sofa. Last night had been one of heavy drinking and he’d resisted all earlier attempts at being woken. He was supposed to be at football practice but there was no way he was going to go today so he’d feigned sleep and made his friend go on his own which was no doubt the reason he had slammed the door so hard as he left. He’d thought that meant he had the place to himself for a few hours and planned to simply let himself out later. That had changed when he’d heard her cries of pleasure a few moments ago and remembered that his best friend shared a flat with his sister, someone he’d noticed several times and whom he had enjoyed flirting with in the past. Feeling like an interloper he tried to ignore the voyeuristic pleasure of hearing her climax and listened carefully, convinced that she couldn’t be alone and waited for a suitable moment to either announce his presence or make his escape and spare the blushes of the couple that were clearly having fun in the next room. He dressed silently, pulling on his jeans and shirt quickly so as to be ready to make his exit. He was about to move when loud music filled the air followed by the sound of someone moving from the bedroom towards the bathroom. This brought home to him the layout of the flat and he realised he had to pass both rooms to leave. The sound of running water was just audible over the music and he decided that was his cue. Leaving his shoes off so that he could walk silently he made his way to the door but couldn’t resist peeking into the bedroom as he passed. He was sure he had only heard one person enter the bathroom so had expected to see someone, but the room and the unmade bed were clearly empty.
Thoughts whirled through his mind, if there was only one person, then it had to be her and if she was in the shower then he definitely wanted a look. As the sister of a friend she had always been off limits but he’d long held a secret desire to see her naked and he could always pretend to still be drunk from last night if necessary, this was too good an opportunity to miss.
Steeling himself, he put down his shoes and walked quietly into the bathroom. As he rounded the corner he saw her in the shower. She had her back to him and he stood stock still, soaking in the view. She looked even better in the flesh than his imagination had suggested and he felt instantly aroused. He was aware of a growing pressure in his jeans and he knew he should leave but he was rooted to the spot, unable to turn away from the deliciously illicit sight before him.
The hot water was intoxicating and combined with the aftermath of her orgasm she felt completely relaxed. A broad smile covered her face as she stood enjoying the hot stream of water cascade over her while she replayed the dream in her mind. She slowly turned, letting the water flow over her back and froze as she saw him standing there. It took a moment before she was sure whether he was really there or just a figment of her imagination. Emboldened by the dream and her still aroused state she smiled at him.
“Don’t just stand there” She said “Get over here and join me”
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