Inspired By a Dream

As the title suggests, this story was inspired by a dream I had recently. I decided to leave it very vague and not specify the identities of the two men. Maybe one is Jack, or maybe not. I will leave their identities to your imagination.

I walk into the room to find you both sitting on adjacent sofas. As I approach, I begin to pull up my skirt, gathering it at my waist. As it bunches up, it is plain to see that I am not wearing panties. I know that you are aroused to see me like this, and your excitement turns me on. I kneel down before him, holding my skirt so I don't scuff it up. The floor is cold on my knees, and as I settle into my position I begin to massage his thighs through his jeans. He moans with anticipation, and after a moment of this exquisite torture he begins to unbuckle his belt.

Seeing no reason to rush things, I push his hands away gently. Finished caressing his legs, I move on to the place where they meet. He is already hard, that is plain to see. I hope you are too, but with my back to you, I can't say for sure. I rub him with the palms of my hands, and imagine doing the same to you as well. I imagine feeling you in my warm, tight grasp. I imagine feeling you throb. I imagine holding your shaft with one hand and your balls with the other, as I take your moist, purple head between my lips. As I think these thoughts, I lower my mouth onto his erection, mouthing it through the denim, placing sweet kisses all over it. I can feel him buck against me in response.

He moans again, the sound an unspoken plea to take the next step. But I don't. Instead I continue playing with him, using both my mouth and my hands to pleasure him. I know he likes it. He is unable to hide his desire from me, but I am still going to make him wait for relief. I kiss along his inner thighs while petting him all over, feeling him growing even harder under my touch. Behind me, I can hear you shifting on the sofa. I wonder if you would like a closer look.

I work my hand under his shirt and play with his nipples. With my other hand, I knead his hardness, anticipating his taste in my mouth. He throws his head back against the couch and stifles another moan, undoubtedly wondering what he did to deserve such agony. For a moment I feel merciful and I am tempted to release him, but I quickly reconsider. I am trying to put on a good show after all. I hear your belt buckle clatter to the floor along with your pants, and I realize I am succeeding. At this point it is only fair that I stop teasing him and really get to work, so together he and I open his jeans, letting his very hard, very thick cock spring forth.

Before long his jeans are all the way down, and I am pulling them off. I lick my lips lasciviously as I gaze upon him, swollen and throbbing with desire. At long last I part my lips and take him into my mouth. My head swims with excitement as his scent and his taste engulf me. As I lick him all over, I can hear his rapid breaths and I know that I am doing a good job. At the same time, I can also hear your breaths, and I don't need to turn around to know exactly what you are doing. It excites me to know that you are so turned on by our show that you are masturbating. It turns me on to think that you like watching what I am doing, maybe enough to wish that you were on the receiving end, enjoying the efforts of my mouth and my tongue.

I quickly take him into my throat, and polish his smooth shaft with my tongue as I slide my lips back up to the tip of his head. My hands follow my mouth one after the other, stroking him from the base up to the tip as my tongue plays havoc over his frenulum and the ridge where head meets shaft. I begin to stroke him ever faster, eager for his climax. I wonder where he would like to come. At the same time I hear you breathing harder, and I hear the sounds of you pleasuring yourself. I hope you'll come too. Just to make sure, I pull my skirt up to my hips, revealing a firm, shapely ass, and more. I reach back and spread myself open, hoping that this will help push you over the edge.

At the same time, I take his cock as deep as it can go, and his body trembles. His orgasm is imminent. Your moans tell me that yours is too. I feel you get up from the couch and my heart leaps as I anticipate your hardness filling me. I suck harder, faster, deeper, tasting him as he explodes. You stand over me, and I wonder what you're waiting for. In an instant you are bathing my ass with your sticky warmth, and I sigh contentedly. Then I excuse myself to the shower.

-Jill