Dreams Can Come True
Erotic Story Submitted by H.Marchant - Sep 18, 2009 - From Stories for women - Views - 5629
I wake up suddenly, full of excitement and longing, from the same dream I have having for the past week. Pushing aside the memories of the dream, I get in the shower and get ready for work. I can't stop thinking about the dream while I wash myself, and I decide that I will make a special effort with my appearance today at work. The dream has left me feeling sexy and excited, and I am looking forward to seeing the boy who works in the warehouse that keeps pleasuring me in my sleep.
I get dressed, taking particular attention to my make up and my clothes, wondering if he would like what I have chosen, and if he will like the way my body looks in my tight jeans, and the way my breasts swell above my fitted shirt. Sometimes I think I feel him looking at me but I'm never sure – he's so much younger than I am...
I get to the office, and with red lip-gloss and perfume freshly applied, I make my way over to the warehouse. As I walk in, my heels clickling loudly against the warehouse floor, I can feel my heart beating faster in anticipation of seeing him and remembering my dream.
As I walk round the corner I see him standing by the work bench, wearing low slung jeans and a tight t-shirt. The sound of my heels alerts him and he turns round. I continue walking casually towards him, but making sure I sway my hips gently and give him my most sultry smile.
He walks forward to meet me, looks at me and says 'Hi, you are looking good today'
I didn't expect a compliment, and I blush and turn away. I didn't think anyone would notice that I had made a special effort, and I wonder if everyone can tell how aroused I feel.
I smile at him again, invent some excuse for coming to talk to him, and then excuse myself – walking away feeling triumphant that he had noticed the effort I had made to attract him, and feeling him watching me walk away.
I smile to myself all the way back to my office, and then I sit at my computer and relish the feeling of excitement and anticipation. All I can think of is going back to the warehouse and kissing him. I find myself staring blankly at my screen and remembering the dream from the night before.
I have my back to him, he is pressing himself against me, his hands curling round the front of my body to slide all over my breasts and the front of my panties. He's holding me close to him with an arm around my neck, and I'm so excited my knees are giving way and I feel like he's holding my up. I feel his lips brush against my neck and I moan softly. Then I feel his teeth graze my collar bone roughly and his free hand slips inside my vest top to brush against my hard nipple. I gasp and sag into his grip even more. He swivels me round so that I can see us reflected in the full length mirror on the wall of the deserted office. He stares into my eyes through the reflection and they are so full of lust that I can feel it pulsing through me...
The phone rings loudly, cutting me off from my day-dreaming of the night before. I mentally shake myself and answer the call..but I can't get rid of this feeling. And I can't stop thinking of how it felt when he kissed me and held me to him in my dream.
I manage to get through the morning without finding another flimsy excuse for going to see him in the warehouse. I don't want anyone else to notice my sudden interest in the boy. At lunch I go to the toilets to check my hair and re-apply my lip gloss. My eyes look wide, my cheeks flushed, and my lips bruised and swollen. I am sure that everyone else can see right into my head, and I am embarrassed in case they really can see how I can't stop thinking of having sex with the boy in the warehouse...
I tell myself that I need to get over these silly feelings I am having, and I should go to the warehouse to see him, to prove to myself that it doesn't mean anything and it was just a dream. I walk over slowly, making sure my top is pulled down properly over the waistband of my jeans, and my hair is falling nicely down my back. As I walk in once again, my movements slow as I hear the echo of my heels against the floor, but this time he doesn't seem to hear my as I approach.
I keep walking towards him, he is facing the work bench, bending over slightly to write on a delivery note, and I can see the bottom of his toned back above his jeans. I start to wonder why he hasn't turned round to acknowledge me, and then I just can't help myself. I reach my hand out and slowly start to trace the waistband of his pants that are showing above the top of his jeans. I feel his sharp intake of breath, but he doesn't turn round, so I carry on. I slowly circle my hand around his waist, and pull him upright and into my body. I suddenly want to do to him what he did to me in my dream.
No one is in the warehouse, but anyone could come in at any moment. I feel slightly protected though, as we are facing away from the entrance and into the far wall. I push forward so he is pressed against the workbench, and I squash my breasts and my pelvis into him gently. I run one arm up around his neck and push his head gently to the side so I can brush his long hair away and trail kisses lightly down his neck. He smells like shampoo and sweat. I can't believe I am doing this. I can't believe how excited I am.
I use my other hand to slide round to his front and start to gently rub against the crotch of his jeans. I can feel his erection straining against the fabric and he moans softly when I move away. Suddenly, he turns around and stares me right in the eyes, his pupils are dilated with lust and his bottom lip is pouted invitingly. He takes my hand and quickly leads me up the dusty stairs to the unused office at the top of the warehouse. My knees feel week and my heart is beating fast, I can feel my breath coming out in little gasps, and I am intensely aware of how wet I am between my legs. I can feel my pussy contracting with need and I know that I am going to go through with this no matter what.
The office is dusty and empty, the only remaining feature is a large floor length mirror covering one of the walls and a large teak desk. Suddenly I am shy, I don't know whether what he wants me to do, but then I look up at him and I forget about being shy, because suddenly I am back in my dream and nothing else matters. He moves behind me and starts kssing and sucking on my neck. I close my eyes and arch my back towards him. With his left hand he undoes the buttons of my jeans and slides into my pants to stroke my pussy lips slowly, until I can't bear it any more. I can tell I am wetter than I have ever been in my life, and I want to scream at him to stroke my clit and finger my pussy but I can't because he's moved his right arm and covered my mouth roughly with his hand. He's pressing me so tight against him that I can't move, all I can do is try and stand up while he's teasing my pussy and biting and kissing my neck.
I open my eyes and look at us in the mirror. My jeans and pants are now around my ankles, my legs spread as wide as I can get them whilst still standing up, his big hand pressed tight against my mouth, his fingers gently probing and stroking my wet pussy, and my eyes are wide and wild with lust, I feel like I might pass out. His erection is jutting into my back so forcefully, I long to feel it with my hands and my mouth and my pussy, I want to make him crazy with lust like he's doing to me.
He keeps holding me hard, and stroking me softly. He takes his hand from my mouth briefly to undo the buttons of my shirt and release my breasts. I arch my back so that my nipples are free for him, and he squeezes them both in turn, teasing me and making me even wetter. I've never felt so out of control. I would let him do anything to me.
Suddenly, with a groan he pushes me roughly towards the big desk in the corner and with one strong arm he pins me down onto the top. My jeans still round my ankles, I can hardly move. My breasts pointing up, my pelvis subconsciously lifted, I can feel my juices running out of my pussy and over my assshole. My naked cheeks squashed against the old desk, he pulls my jeans off my feet in a swift motion and lifts one of my legs up so my foot is resting on my desk. Then he stands back, and looks at me for a few moments. I can feel him looking at my pussy lips, my swollen clit, my hard nipples, and the way my taut tummy keeps drawing in with rasping breaths. I lay back on the desk, transfixed by his intense glare.
Then, he slowly lifts his t-shirt over his head, ruffling his longhair and revealing his beautiful tanned chest. He undoes the buttons of his jeans, but leaves them on. I can see that he is naked underneath his jeans and it turns me on even more – it's like he knew that something was going to happen just like I did.
He comes back to the desk, puts an arm round my waist and flips me over onto my front. My breasts squash against the hard wood and I cry out. Then, I can feel his hand grip me around the back of my neck and push my face down onto the desk top. In the same moment, the head of his hard penis brushes softly against my clitoris and I moan loudly and buck up against him. He keeps holding me down, and gently slips his finger inside my asshole. It's all wet with my pussy juices, and his finger slides in easily. I feel so dirty and sexy. It feels wrong but it turns me on even more at the same time. I start gasping really hard and gyrating against the desk as he fingers my hole.
Then, he's rubbing my clit with his finger, and at the same time I feel the full length of his penis sink all the way in to my swollen pussy. I am so wet, and so horny that it goes all the way in right up to his balls and I scream out with pleasure. He keeps stroking my clit and fucking me gently, and I can feel myself cumming gradually. He starts fucking me faster, and he grabs my thighs and spreads them as wide as he can. It hurts but it only makes me cum harder. He's pressing me down so hard, and stroking my clit so softly while he fucks me so hard that I have the best orgasm of my life. He shoots his load deep inside me over and over again and with each jerk I cry out with the pleasure and pain all rolled into one.
When it's over he pulls away, does up his jeans, and pulls his t-shirt back on. He turns me over, leans forward, and kisses me softly on my swollen lips. He stares into me eyes and says 'That was so much better than I dreamt it'
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