little_golden
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A true dream..... I've tried to capture as much as I remember. I welcome anyone's interpretation or feedback on it.....
I awoke in my dream. But something was very wrong. I was standing at a bus stop on a warm spring day waiting for a city bus. To me, it didn't make sense, as I haven't taken a bus in probably 20 years.
Then I realized, I was younger, with long black hair, thin, plain looking and much less busty than I actually am. It was weird! Why was I there? Who was I? I was confused in my dream as I tried to piece things together.
Then things became clear. The girl at the bus stop was my high school friend Laurel. A nice, kind, prissy girl that grew up a few houses down the street from me. We had been the best of friends for a few years, before we had a falling out. In real life, we haven't spoken since that day.
I could feel myself smiling in my dream, as I realized, I was in control of Laurel's body. I was the 18 year old Laurel, standing at the bus stop on our way to school. The keys in my pocket were for Laurel's house. If I skipped school... well it was Laurel who would get in shit not me.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if Laurel had my body. What was she doing? Where was she?
A dark feeling crept over me, as I waited at the bus stop dressed in casual blue jeans, a baggy t-shirt and a louse fitting jean jacket. Her cloths weren't trashy or flashy, but were rather very plain. Laurel never wore makeup so she always looked very plain. But I realized this was my chance to get back at Laurel. It was a delicious feeling - like eating fine dark Swish milk chocolate.
My first urge was to simply strip off my clothes and parade around our street naked. That would certainly cause her some embarassment. But then I decided that hey that was too simple and easy. At 8:00 a.m. it was too early and the neigbours would probably miss the show.
In Laurel's 18 year old body, I wanted to make a much bigger impact. I didn't know how long I had her body, and I wanted to leave a lasting impact. Right then and there I decided that I would get her knocked up. Miss Prissy Laurel was about to lose her virginity to the first guy I met. Young guy or old man- I didn't care.
A few moments later, my problem of meeting someone was solved when a man pulled up in a white van asking for directions. He looked like some sort of scruffy tradesmen. He wore a blue overalls with greasy splotches. He wasn't particularly handsome or special in any way. He hair was darka and he had a mustache. In my mind this man was probably 45, married, the type of guy her parents would freak over and definitely the type of guy that Laurel would never ever deem to acknowledge his existence.
I walked to his rolled down window and smiled at him. He asked his directions and I pretended I didn't have any idea where the street was. Smoothly I told him he was probably really lost. He seemed worried about it. Ever so nicely, I explained I lived nearby and offered to let him use my phone to call for directions.
He took the bait and I hoped in his truck and we drove over to my house. he parked his old white van marked "something plumbing and repair" in the laneway and we walked up the stone path and I opened the front door. In my back of my mind, I knew this was a really dumb thing to do. No young woman in her right mind would bring a stranger home when her parents were gone - but in Laurel's body I didn't care about the risk.
I showed him the phone in the kitchen and explained I had to use the bathroom upstairs. Since Laurel and I had been friends, I knew her bedroom and the layout of her house. Into her room, I hurried and ever so quickly stripped off my clothes eager to seduce Mr. Plumber and to have him thoroughly use and enjoy Laurel's young virgin body. I wanted to get her pregnant.
After stripping out of her plain and baggy clothing, I couldn't help but looking in the mirror. Laurel suddenly wasn't so flat and so plain anymore. I grabbed a brush, and changed her hair to show off more neck, and then more generously applied her make up. I added some eyeshadow, mascara, rouge and a hot shade of ruby red lipstick. When I finished, Larel was transformed from a plain looking 18 year old into s sexy 21 one year old.
Naked, I bounced down the hall into Laurel's parents room. I felt giddy and evil. There in the walk in closet, I found just what I wanted, a black lacy bra and matching thong panty. As the plumber called up to thank me, I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to intercept him. My plan was simple - I was going to seduce this guy and fuck his brains out. My x-friend Laurel was about to join the ranks of the unwed pregnant teenagers. Her parents would flip out and she'd be the talk of the neighborhood.
Revenge felt so wonderful.
As I hustled down the stairs, I could feel Laurel's breasts bouncing and a flutter in her heart. There was an eager warm sensation in her body. The man's eyes lite up in confused excitement and then surprise.
"Oh no!" he whispered "you're young enough to be my daughter".
I felt a frown on my face and a soft pout crossed my lips. My plan is wrecked. I panicked. I was worried I'd run out of time.
"Just a kiss then" I whispered. In my mind, I was determined to seduce him one way or the other. After the first deep long kiss, I felt his hard grubby fingers wrapping around my smooth tight bottom. I knew I'd get him wrapped around my finger. He'd fuck me.
One kiss, led to a second, and a third and after a few minutes we were passionately kissing on the couch, with me working his zipper, desperate to free the big growing bulge. As our kissing intensified, I worked his manhood with my fingers and soon he was helping me to strip off his overalls, shirt and underwear. Of course, he didn't even need encouraging to unclip my bra and to slid off my thong. I felt like a slut - I am making nice prissy Laurel into a slut.
We rolled on the couch several times locked in deep french kiss and a tight embrace. I could feel him trying to push my legs apart and knew he wanted to fuck me. Suddenly I had cold feet about the whole thing and struggled to get up.
"No...no..." he giggled as I made it halfway up and struggled off the couch toward the bay window in the living room.
"Okay with me he laughed, as I struggled to crawl away. Quickly he was behind me, and as I lay with my feet and hands on the floor, he pushed my legs apart and drove the head of his big cock into me.
"Uuuuuughh!" I grunted, as I felt him enter me sweet lips. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed through me. I tried to lift myself off the floor and as I struggled to do so, I pulled down the drapes to the bay window and literrally tore down the privacy of Laurel's livingroom. As I tried to crawl closer to the big bay window, I felt the big prick being rammed further into my hot pussy. All I could do was moan in pleasure. I wasn't expecting to enjoy the sex... but I certainly wanted it as much as the plumber did. It was great!
"Oh ya" the plumber grunted and now I responsed with a soft moan as he began a gentle pumping action.
I was surprised that it felt so good. For some reason, I never imagined Laurel as a sensual woman. Was it the woman in her or me that was now enjoying the big prick of a stranger? The plumber behind me, in a doggie position, kept pumping and as his tempo increased I found myself panting, and moaning louder and louder.
"A screamer" the man laughed. Laurel's a screamer, I laughed inside. I now giggled as the man was furiously slamming his big cock back and forth as he now worked my nipples with his finger tips.
"Got the nervous giggles huh" the man whispered.
"First timer.... Well... You've got a very pretty and hot snatch.. You'll make a lot of boys happy" the plumber added as I bucked under his touch and felt my own wetness flowing.
Before, I could respond, he grunted, and I felt a hot sticky flow inside me, and no sooner as the man erupted inside me, he started to pull out his big rod. I felt cheated since I wasn't fully satisfied myself.
"Well it's been fun honey - but I gotto go... I'm late" he said flatly.
"Huh" I mumbled as I expected to spend the day seducing him and using his dick to get Laurel pregnant.....
He dressed quickly, and I stood before him naked, with his seed dripping from me. There was a warm sensation in me and I knew a certain soreness from the experience.
Naked - I walked him to his truck. My body was still on fire and I felt as if I was glowing. He just grinned like a cat because of the show I was putting on.
"You know where I live... anytime" I teased.
As the white van left, I felt a brief pang of guilt and a whole lot of pleasure. Then I ran up to Laurel's room, jumped into her bed, put a pillow under my bum and lifted my knees to allow the man's seed to more fully enter me. I still wanted to get Laurel pregnant!
Shortly thereafter, I woke up from my dream, wet, with a grin on my face. My husband turned to me and asked what was so funny.
"Oh nothing... " I replied, "I was just dreaming".
I awoke in my dream. But something was very wrong. I was standing at a bus stop on a warm spring day waiting for a city bus. To me, it didn't make sense, as I haven't taken a bus in probably 20 years.
Then I realized, I was younger, with long black hair, thin, plain looking and much less busty than I actually am. It was weird! Why was I there? Who was I? I was confused in my dream as I tried to piece things together.
Then things became clear. The girl at the bus stop was my high school friend Laurel. A nice, kind, prissy girl that grew up a few houses down the street from me. We had been the best of friends for a few years, before we had a falling out. In real life, we haven't spoken since that day.
I could feel myself smiling in my dream, as I realized, I was in control of Laurel's body. I was the 18 year old Laurel, standing at the bus stop on our way to school. The keys in my pocket were for Laurel's house. If I skipped school... well it was Laurel who would get in shit not me.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if Laurel had my body. What was she doing? Where was she?
A dark feeling crept over me, as I waited at the bus stop dressed in casual blue jeans, a baggy t-shirt and a louse fitting jean jacket. Her cloths weren't trashy or flashy, but were rather very plain. Laurel never wore makeup so she always looked very plain. But I realized this was my chance to get back at Laurel. It was a delicious feeling - like eating fine dark Swish milk chocolate.
My first urge was to simply strip off my clothes and parade around our street naked. That would certainly cause her some embarassment. But then I decided that hey that was too simple and easy. At 8:00 a.m. it was too early and the neigbours would probably miss the show.
In Laurel's 18 year old body, I wanted to make a much bigger impact. I didn't know how long I had her body, and I wanted to leave a lasting impact. Right then and there I decided that I would get her knocked up. Miss Prissy Laurel was about to lose her virginity to the first guy I met. Young guy or old man- I didn't care.
A few moments later, my problem of meeting someone was solved when a man pulled up in a white van asking for directions. He looked like some sort of scruffy tradesmen. He wore a blue overalls with greasy splotches. He wasn't particularly handsome or special in any way. He hair was darka and he had a mustache. In my mind this man was probably 45, married, the type of guy her parents would freak over and definitely the type of guy that Laurel would never ever deem to acknowledge his existence.
I walked to his rolled down window and smiled at him. He asked his directions and I pretended I didn't have any idea where the street was. Smoothly I told him he was probably really lost. He seemed worried about it. Ever so nicely, I explained I lived nearby and offered to let him use my phone to call for directions.
He took the bait and I hoped in his truck and we drove over to my house. he parked his old white van marked "something plumbing and repair" in the laneway and we walked up the stone path and I opened the front door. In my back of my mind, I knew this was a really dumb thing to do. No young woman in her right mind would bring a stranger home when her parents were gone - but in Laurel's body I didn't care about the risk.
I showed him the phone in the kitchen and explained I had to use the bathroom upstairs. Since Laurel and I had been friends, I knew her bedroom and the layout of her house. Into her room, I hurried and ever so quickly stripped off my clothes eager to seduce Mr. Plumber and to have him thoroughly use and enjoy Laurel's young virgin body. I wanted to get her pregnant.
After stripping out of her plain and baggy clothing, I couldn't help but looking in the mirror. Laurel suddenly wasn't so flat and so plain anymore. I grabbed a brush, and changed her hair to show off more neck, and then more generously applied her make up. I added some eyeshadow, mascara, rouge and a hot shade of ruby red lipstick. When I finished, Larel was transformed from a plain looking 18 year old into s sexy 21 one year old.
Naked, I bounced down the hall into Laurel's parents room. I felt giddy and evil. There in the walk in closet, I found just what I wanted, a black lacy bra and matching thong panty. As the plumber called up to thank me, I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to intercept him. My plan was simple - I was going to seduce this guy and fuck his brains out. My x-friend Laurel was about to join the ranks of the unwed pregnant teenagers. Her parents would flip out and she'd be the talk of the neighborhood.
Revenge felt so wonderful.
As I hustled down the stairs, I could feel Laurel's breasts bouncing and a flutter in her heart. There was an eager warm sensation in her body. The man's eyes lite up in confused excitement and then surprise.
"Oh no!" he whispered "you're young enough to be my daughter".
I felt a frown on my face and a soft pout crossed my lips. My plan is wrecked. I panicked. I was worried I'd run out of time.
"Just a kiss then" I whispered. In my mind, I was determined to seduce him one way or the other. After the first deep long kiss, I felt his hard grubby fingers wrapping around my smooth tight bottom. I knew I'd get him wrapped around my finger. He'd fuck me.
One kiss, led to a second, and a third and after a few minutes we were passionately kissing on the couch, with me working his zipper, desperate to free the big growing bulge. As our kissing intensified, I worked his manhood with my fingers and soon he was helping me to strip off his overalls, shirt and underwear. Of course, he didn't even need encouraging to unclip my bra and to slid off my thong. I felt like a slut - I am making nice prissy Laurel into a slut.
We rolled on the couch several times locked in deep french kiss and a tight embrace. I could feel him trying to push my legs apart and knew he wanted to fuck me. Suddenly I had cold feet about the whole thing and struggled to get up.
"No...no..." he giggled as I made it halfway up and struggled off the couch toward the bay window in the living room.
"Okay with me he laughed, as I struggled to crawl away. Quickly he was behind me, and as I lay with my feet and hands on the floor, he pushed my legs apart and drove the head of his big cock into me.
"Uuuuuughh!" I grunted, as I felt him enter me sweet lips. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed through me. I tried to lift myself off the floor and as I struggled to do so, I pulled down the drapes to the bay window and literrally tore down the privacy of Laurel's livingroom. As I tried to crawl closer to the big bay window, I felt the big prick being rammed further into my hot pussy. All I could do was moan in pleasure. I wasn't expecting to enjoy the sex... but I certainly wanted it as much as the plumber did. It was great!
"Oh ya" the plumber grunted and now I responsed with a soft moan as he began a gentle pumping action.
I was surprised that it felt so good. For some reason, I never imagined Laurel as a sensual woman. Was it the woman in her or me that was now enjoying the big prick of a stranger? The plumber behind me, in a doggie position, kept pumping and as his tempo increased I found myself panting, and moaning louder and louder.
"A screamer" the man laughed. Laurel's a screamer, I laughed inside. I now giggled as the man was furiously slamming his big cock back and forth as he now worked my nipples with his finger tips.
"Got the nervous giggles huh" the man whispered.
"First timer.... Well... You've got a very pretty and hot snatch.. You'll make a lot of boys happy" the plumber added as I bucked under his touch and felt my own wetness flowing.
Before, I could respond, he grunted, and I felt a hot sticky flow inside me, and no sooner as the man erupted inside me, he started to pull out his big rod. I felt cheated since I wasn't fully satisfied myself.
"Well it's been fun honey - but I gotto go... I'm late" he said flatly.
"Huh" I mumbled as I expected to spend the day seducing him and using his dick to get Laurel pregnant.....
He dressed quickly, and I stood before him naked, with his seed dripping from me. There was a warm sensation in me and I knew a certain soreness from the experience.
Naked - I walked him to his truck. My body was still on fire and I felt as if I was glowing. He just grinned like a cat because of the show I was putting on.
"You know where I live... anytime" I teased.
As the white van left, I felt a brief pang of guilt and a whole lot of pleasure. Then I ran up to Laurel's room, jumped into her bed, put a pillow under my bum and lifted my knees to allow the man's seed to more fully enter me. I still wanted to get Laurel pregnant!
Shortly thereafter, I woke up from my dream, wet, with a grin on my face. My husband turned to me and asked what was so funny.
"Oh nothing... " I replied, "I was just dreaming".
