Shortly after dinner at my Townhome, we danced to Simply Red, a romantic jazz group from the 80, and the next thing in my dream I ended up tight by my wrists to the armrests of one of our dining chairs.
Tied to it with silk ties that you and I had been wearing that evening. You where teasing me from the top of the table, stripping for me so painfully slow that it felt like the most delicious torture. your clothing dropping piece by piece to the floor reveling more and more of your skin shimmering from some scented lotion, can still smell it, so It must have been a dream.
So back to my dream.
When after what felt like an eternity you where down to the way God had created you, finally naked you started seriously your slow teasing torture of me so slowly, making me watch as you danced for me in the most provocative way imaginable, bending to the rhythm of the music, sliding your hands up and down your luscious body, squeezing your hardened nipples for me, and finally on hand and knees, your beautiful behind just out of reach and yet so close to me, the hard nipples of your breasts almost toughing the polished top of the Mahogany dining table.
Your legs spread wide your hand sliding between them, your slender fingers spreading the lips of your wet pussy for me, and you started to masturbate yourself for me, just far enough away that I couldn't do anything but watch in agony at your delicious display of sensual foreplay, and yet close enough to get the scent of you.
The scent of you sex mixed with your own aromatic perfume driving me almost to scream out in pleasure, but the fascination with your sensual display exciting me way to much and leaving me speechless.
I don't know where it came from, but your teasing me greatly intensified when you started playing with a dildo, watching in fascination as you slipped it slowly between the swollen lips of your sex, the latex dildo as large as my own throbbing hard cock, still jailed painfully inside my jeans that I was still wearing.
Don't know how long it took, but I promise you that it felt like hours.
Torturously slow I was watching your latex toy slipping and sliding in and out of your wet sex, seeing your wet pussy leaking moisture, watching in fascination as droplet's of yours, watching them sliding down the inside of your thighs, your moans accompanied by the scent of you sex truly driving me to god knows where.
Just before reaching your own orgasm you stopped, extracting your rubber toy cock from yourself and letting it fall to the floor.
Watching you in fascination and filled with lust, your seductively exiting your stage, our dinning room table, playing with your breasts, squeezing your nipples between your slender fingers for me, cradling them in your hands like ripe fruit. Guiding them to my hungry mouth. your hard nipples against my lips, my tongue teasing them, my teeth gently biting them to your moans.
Moments later feeling them sliding down my bare chest as you worked your way slowly down to my jeans that were still holding my throbbing cock prisoner.
Your graciously long fingers unzipping my fly, slipping them inside and feeling them close around the shaft of my hard cock, squeezing it gently.
My buttocks lifting eagerly off the seat to help you pull down my jeans, all the way down to my ankles. Your luscious body slipping between my legs, your mouth kissing and licking it's way up the insides of my thighs, my cock twitching in excitement at the sensation and the sight of you doing that to me.
Licking my balls, feeling your hand taking hold of it, squeezing it gently feeling it jumping from the gentle pressure in obvious excitement.
Your tongue sliding up its length, your lips parting and letting the tip of my cock slide slowly into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it's tip, making me almost come right then and there. but again, you stopped just short of me exploding into your mouth, waiting for me to settle down. If such a thing is even possible.
Getting up, kissing me again before turning around and showing me your gorgeous behind, standing between my legs, watching you bend over and seat yourself in my lap.
One slender hand of yours guiding my throbbing hard cock to the entrance of your tight pussy, wet with your juices and hungry to be penetrated. but you lowered yourself so slowly, and the delicious torture continued.
The feeling of your lips slowly spreading, of my cock slipping inside of you, your insides on fire it seemed, you feeling so hot against the sensitive skin of my chock, so wet, so tight, so hungry for me.
Slowly to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the back ground you started riding me, while I watched my cock slipping in and out of you, my own rhythm matching yours and again you stopped just shy of release.
Moaning in frustration, begging you not to stop, pleading with you to let me come to let me explode inside of you, to let the torture end.
Helplessly watching you getting off my cock again and letting me come down so slowly once more, kissing me hard, then whispered into my ear, while undoing the ties that were binding my hands, holding me there as your willing toy to the arm rests of my chair.
"Please baby spank me, for I have been a bad girl in teasing you" was your whisper into my ear before you kissed me again.
Turning slightly, watching you bending over my knees and presenting me with your beautiful behind.
Spanking you gently and hearing you cry out for more, asking me, begging me to spank you harder.
Finally free, I was getting up, pulling you with me. Leading you the short distance to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you on top of me.
Whispering into your ears that I'd rather spank you while you where riding me and that I would do so until you came.
What glorious music we made, between your moans and cry's of pleasure and the slapping sound of my hands on your solid behind. Then we came, celebrating our mutual orgasm letting it take its coarse like an earthquake rippling through our body's.
Awakening with the dream still in my mind, my senses still flooded by what had just happened in this dream, hugging a pillow instead of you.
My cock hard and throbbing for release in my hand. turning on the light and looking at your smiling picture while sliding my hand over the shaft of my cock, massaging it masturbating it for you. clothing my eyes with your smile in mind and the dream still fresh in my memory.
I reopened my eyes and knowing that your picture is watching me cum all over my chest, so hard was the pressure for release, that I could feel it hit my throat, felt it on my cheek and shooting past my face, soiling the pillows I was resting on.
Having to laugh at the thought that I should have taken a shower, because now I had to change the pillows.
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