Can You Imagine
by William Morgan

While behind you, I rub the soap-covered sponge over your body. My hands linger on your waist and ass, touching, caressing. In response, you push back, inviting me to see more of what is hidden. On impulse my hand slides between your legs, grazing against your lips. You inhale quickly as your breath catches in your throat, yet at the same time you rise on your toes and arch your ass out in fevered expectation. Again my hand slides between your legs, coming closer and closer to the center of your sex. Back and forth, your hips glide in time with the motions of my hand as I gaze at the scene with open abandon. Low moans begin escaping your lips, your knees bend, wanting my fingers to slip between inside, but I draw further and further away, teasing you until you turn around and gaze at me with eyes smoldering with passion. Without thought, it seems, your hands slip over your breasts, squeezing, kneading, pinching the nipples until they’re appear as hard candy waiting to be sucked. Slowly, agonizingly your hands descend over chest and stomach, down to the dark, glistening triangle to massage and stroke with utter wantonness. Your left hand moves back to your heaving breasts, the dark enamel on your nails appearing to leave runnels over the skin, as the other spreads your lust-swollen lips revealing the wet, irresistible satin that waits savagely inside.
All the while your eyes have me captivated, daring me to glance away. My peripheral seems to be working extremely well.
Before I realize what is happening, your hands are surrounding me, the nails grazing the shaft from head to base. Your eyes still have me spellbound as your fingers work a magic long forgotten. Everything melts away as your eyes encompass my world. Your fingers! Your hands! My God!! Over and over they slide along my dick, touching here, squeezing there, only to begin again a new way. I can almost taste it as the finger and thumb of your right hand form a circle at the base and with agonizing indolence, stroke out to the bulging head. Once there, they linger at the very tip, opening, and closing, squeezing and releasing, over and over. My mind begins to spin as my hips involuntarily thrust forward, yet your fingers remain where they are, at the tip of my head. My eyes close of their own accord, and I sense yours still on my face, gauging. Waiting. Faster and faster your fingers move, opening, then closing. Squeezing, then releasing, driving me closer and closer to the brink. Of-a-sudden, I feel your left hand begin to massage my balls and when I can’t take it anymore, when my world is threatening to fly loose, your hands move away.
For what seems forever, my mind finally descends back to earth and I realize I’m alone in the shower. Were you there? Am I going crazy? I quickly turn off the water and begin to dry myself off. Looking at the floor, I notice there isn’t any water from your steps. Strange, and as I exit the bathroom, in the back of my mind a small voice whispers "You still haven’t cum yet. Come find out why."
I find you sound asleep in bed! Had I fallen asleep in the shower and dreamed you were there? Little wonder with the strain of work. I climb in beside you and gradually fall asleep.
Your tongue licks up and over my head, causing me to breath faster. Everything is blurry, except for your face and your mouth as it takes my length deep inside. Over and over your tongue swirls around me causing deep, low moans to escape my throat. I pull you up until our mouths meet and your tongue rides over my own. Without hesitation our heated centers draw each other like magnets. When my head is just past your lips your pelvis bangs down, engulfing every inch of me inside. Our moans intermingle, as we grind until there is no space left between us.
You suddenly rise off, sliding your dripping pussy over my stomach and chest to my mouth. I watch in eager anticipation as your lustrous nailed fingers spread your lips and come down over my mouth. My tongue darts out before you’re all the way down and slips as far as it can go inside of you. A decadent moan is issued from your throat as your muscles grip around my tongue, squeezing, sucking. In little up and down motions, your hips begin fucking my tongue. My finger grazes lightly over your clit and this motion sets you into a frenzy. Over and over you rock and grind. All of your muscles tense in expectation, awaiting the inevitable tide of your orgasm.
Your eyes pop open and your realize it was all a dream! But it was so real! Your hand moves down, feels the wetness of your juices between your lips and you realize you’re insatiably horny. Wetting your hand liberally with saliva, you reach over and begin stroking me, waiting until I become hard enough so you can climb on top and ride until your cum runs over all over me.
My eyes slowly open and I’m as hard as a board. I look over and think, "I wish I were waking up to her stroking my dick," as I notice you’re out of bed in the living room. I get up with a groan and go say good morning, and ask if you had had any strange dreams last night.