Erotic dreams you've had? I know I've had a lot lately.
Here's one
It's at work, and I see the young man I like, we'll call him John, walk into the back of the store where all the back stock is, and working at a grocery store that's a rather large area. So I follow him back there, not sure what I'm going to say, As I'm turning a blind corner to find him, he almost runs into me. (he's brushed past me, and I swear my hand brushes the front of his pants on accident) We both apologize and part ways.
Later when I'm climbing the stares to clock off, I see he's ahead of me, and I follow him into the Men bathroom hearing the door lock behind me. I watch him take off the apron.He has fairly sculpted forearms with how slim he is, all muscle. Quickly he untucks the khaki work shirt, starting to unbutton from the top down, slipping it off his shoulders, muscled just right, he's wearing a wife beater underneath.
This whole time my heart had been in my head, drumming out a tattoo of desire. I must has let out a gasp of appreciation at some point, because he turns and his eyes are wide with shock behind his thin metal framed glasses. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it, staring at me.
I pull the cap off of my head, letting my brown blond hair brush my shoulders and step closer to him, invading his space.
He steps back, his body pressed up to the wall, not afraid, just a natural reaction to his space being invaded. I step forward again, slowly slipping my hands up the sides of his face. Maybe a little feminine to some, I think he's handsome. Boyish in a grown way. My fingers brush his glasses and I gently pull them off his face. I casually drop them on top of his discarded shirt.
Still hasn't said a word, but he hasn't stopped me, I hesitate, his grey eyes looking at me, as if trying to decide if this is really happening.
I wonder the same thing.
So I lean in and kiss him, it's tender, and chaste. Just feeling the others lips.
His idleness melts away, strong hands resting on my hips, his fingers brushing my butt.
No longer are we tender, we're hungry. Lips parting we devour each other, seeking each other.
In a striking counter tone I feel his hands fumbling with the simple bow of my apron. Pulling his head back, it hits the wall with a light 'thud' Finally he speaks.
"damn"
I can only smile as I feel the heat rising into my face, my body still tight to his. I grumble a little as he pushes my body away from his slightly, only long enough to get the halter of the apron off from around my neck.
Heat has started growing in between my legs, my nerves jumping he pushes my hair away from my neck and begins to suck on it. I start to make small noises of appreciation as he works his way down my neck.
I gingerly reach out, rubbing the growing bulge in the front of his pants. He pulls away, and I feel his words more than I hear them. "not yet,"
Those same hands make as quick work of the buttons on my shirt as they did the buttons on my own. I slip off the white blouse.
I to am wearing a wife beater. Under that a white no frills sports bra. He tugs gently at my wife beater asking, "May I?"
I don't respond verbally, but pull off the wife beater, then the bra. my breasts bounce gently. He looks flushed but reaches over fingers brushing my nipples and it feels like some one has connected me to an electric generator. I thrust my chest towards him, leaning in closer, my bear chest meeting his clothed one.
I can feel his erection through his pants, pressing into my clothed thigh. I kiss his neck, light teasing kisses. I get an idea and drop to my knees, unbuckling his belt.
"you don't have to-" he begins.
"I know," My breath is short, and heavy. Can't he see I'm worked up to? "I want to," I'd already made short work of the button and the zipper, and his pants are around his ankles.
The his penis is poking out from the fly in his boxers, I gently pull the rest of it through, marveling at how soft the skin is, fascinated at how he's uncut . He's shifted his hips, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape.
He's beautiful, all of him. I lean over to get a better look, gently pulling his foreskin back. He gasps a little hips bucking. I slowly kiss the head of his penis, then my lips part as I slowly slide him into my mouth.
Gently, oh so gently I begin to suck the head, tongue running up and down his slit. I slowly start going down further, taking more of him into my mouth.I gag when I'm almost all the way down, pulling back for air I tell him,
"you're so big,"
He groans his appreciation, both of the compliment and of the slow long strokes I'm using. Leaning over I gently begin to suck him again, one hand stroking what isn't in my mouth, the other playing with my breasts.
His breath is far more labored, his hips bucking, his hands now both firmly knotted in my hair, gently guiding me up and down his length. the hand I had been using to play with my self I reached out with, cupping his balls, gently rolling them, squeezing them
"I-if," he starts trying to get some thought out "if you don't stop I'm going to blow,"
I do stop for a moment, holding his pulsing cock in my hand, "maybe that's what I want," I whisper, my lips brushing his head with every word. He groans loudly, pushing me back down onto his cock.
My head bobbing faster, I use my tongue as best I can, prodding for sensitive spots.
He grunts bucking his hip, making me gag on his cock again, with another groan he says "I'm-"
I feel it though, his jizz starting to pour into my mouth, and I' not sure what to make of the taste. I swallow though, only a small dribble leaking out of my mouth.
He sags back on the wall panting heavily, and we share a shy smile, a Secret smile.
Just thought I would share, not sure how much I did it justice, or how well I did
Here's one
It's at work, and I see the young man I like, we'll call him John, walk into the back of the store where all the back stock is, and working at a grocery store that's a rather large area. So I follow him back there, not sure what I'm going to say, As I'm turning a blind corner to find him, he almost runs into me. (he's brushed past me, and I swear my hand brushes the front of his pants on accident) We both apologize and part ways.
Later when I'm climbing the stares to clock off, I see he's ahead of me, and I follow him into the Men bathroom hearing the door lock behind me. I watch him take off the apron.He has fairly sculpted forearms with how slim he is, all muscle. Quickly he untucks the khaki work shirt, starting to unbutton from the top down, slipping it off his shoulders, muscled just right, he's wearing a wife beater underneath.
This whole time my heart had been in my head, drumming out a tattoo of desire. I must has let out a gasp of appreciation at some point, because he turns and his eyes are wide with shock behind his thin metal framed glasses. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it, staring at me.
I pull the cap off of my head, letting my brown blond hair brush my shoulders and step closer to him, invading his space.
He steps back, his body pressed up to the wall, not afraid, just a natural reaction to his space being invaded. I step forward again, slowly slipping my hands up the sides of his face. Maybe a little feminine to some, I think he's handsome. Boyish in a grown way. My fingers brush his glasses and I gently pull them off his face. I casually drop them on top of his discarded shirt.
Still hasn't said a word, but he hasn't stopped me, I hesitate, his grey eyes looking at me, as if trying to decide if this is really happening.
I wonder the same thing.
So I lean in and kiss him, it's tender, and chaste. Just feeling the others lips.
His idleness melts away, strong hands resting on my hips, his fingers brushing my butt.
No longer are we tender, we're hungry. Lips parting we devour each other, seeking each other.
In a striking counter tone I feel his hands fumbling with the simple bow of my apron. Pulling his head back, it hits the wall with a light 'thud' Finally he speaks.
"damn"
I can only smile as I feel the heat rising into my face, my body still tight to his. I grumble a little as he pushes my body away from his slightly, only long enough to get the halter of the apron off from around my neck.
Heat has started growing in between my legs, my nerves jumping he pushes my hair away from my neck and begins to suck on it. I start to make small noises of appreciation as he works his way down my neck.
I gingerly reach out, rubbing the growing bulge in the front of his pants. He pulls away, and I feel his words more than I hear them. "not yet,"
Those same hands make as quick work of the buttons on my shirt as they did the buttons on my own. I slip off the white blouse.
I to am wearing a wife beater. Under that a white no frills sports bra. He tugs gently at my wife beater asking, "May I?"
I don't respond verbally, but pull off the wife beater, then the bra. my breasts bounce gently. He looks flushed but reaches over fingers brushing my nipples and it feels like some one has connected me to an electric generator. I thrust my chest towards him, leaning in closer, my bear chest meeting his clothed one.
I can feel his erection through his pants, pressing into my clothed thigh. I kiss his neck, light teasing kisses. I get an idea and drop to my knees, unbuckling his belt.
"you don't have to-" he begins.
"I know," My breath is short, and heavy. Can't he see I'm worked up to? "I want to," I'd already made short work of the button and the zipper, and his pants are around his ankles.
The his penis is poking out from the fly in his boxers, I gently pull the rest of it through, marveling at how soft the skin is, fascinated at how he's uncut . He's shifted his hips, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape.
He's beautiful, all of him. I lean over to get a better look, gently pulling his foreskin back. He gasps a little hips bucking. I slowly kiss the head of his penis, then my lips part as I slowly slide him into my mouth.
Gently, oh so gently I begin to suck the head, tongue running up and down his slit. I slowly start going down further, taking more of him into my mouth.I gag when I'm almost all the way down, pulling back for air I tell him,
"you're so big,"
He groans his appreciation, both of the compliment and of the slow long strokes I'm using. Leaning over I gently begin to suck him again, one hand stroking what isn't in my mouth, the other playing with my breasts.
His breath is far more labored, his hips bucking, his hands now both firmly knotted in my hair, gently guiding me up and down his length. the hand I had been using to play with my self I reached out with, cupping his balls, gently rolling them, squeezing them
"I-if," he starts trying to get some thought out "if you don't stop I'm going to blow,"
I do stop for a moment, holding his pulsing cock in my hand, "maybe that's what I want," I whisper, my lips brushing his head with every word. He groans loudly, pushing me back down onto his cock.
My head bobbing faster, I use my tongue as best I can, prodding for sensitive spots.
He grunts bucking his hip, making me gag on his cock again, with another groan he says "I'm-"
I feel it though, his jizz starting to pour into my mouth, and I' not sure what to make of the taste. I swallow though, only a small dribble leaking out of my mouth.
He sags back on the wall panting heavily, and we share a shy smile, a Secret smile.
Just thought I would share, not sure how much I did it justice, or how well I did
