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We now return you back to our regularly scheduled programming.
There I was surrounded by friends at the local pub.� Across from us,
perched on an old wooden stool at the bar, was one of the hottest, young girls I
have ever seen.
She looked my way and gave a sweet little grin as if beckoning me to cross
the room and ravage her body.�� I looked back intensely, confirming my
intention to fulfil her unspoken request.�
I broke the formation of my comrades and was making my way towards her,
careful not to lose eye contact, when her equally attractive friend sitting next
to her leaned over and whispered something in her direction.� Alas, she
turned in response and our mutual gaze was broken.� I knew the encounter
had just taken a turn for the worse and if I planned to quench the thirst my
loins� felt for her my game would have to be at its best.� I increased
the speed with which I moved across the seemingly endless ocean of liquored
patrons between us.
As I broke through the tide bodies, her full figure came into view.� She
sat with her legs gently crossed, her smooth, tan skin escaping from the short
grey skirt, that hid the better part of her thighs, only to return to hiding in
her knee-high black stockings and pumps.� Her not quite fully buttoned,
white blouse hung open ever-so-slightly revealing the cleavage created by the
combination of her tight bra and ample bosom.� My heart momentarily skipped
a beat.
I swooped in by her side just as she turned her attention back towards mine.�
We smiled.�
Before I dare spoke a word, I singled for the barkeep.� "Can I get a
Miller Lite bottle and," I nodded towards the lady.
"Captain and diet," she responded.� The bartender left to complete our
order.
We looked at each other in silence until the bartender returned shortly with
our beverages.� "Put it on my tab," I said.� He gave an affirmative
gesture and proceeded in helping his other anticipating customers.
I grasped the cold, wet shaft of the bottle in my right hand, the sweat from
the bottle oozing between my fingers.� I lifted the bottle to my lips and
sipped, all-the-while careful to not look away from the innocent girl I soon
planned to violate.�� She picked up her drink in her left hand and
using her right, she slowly stirred it with the red and white straw contained
within.�
She brought the straw to her puffy, red lips and sipped.� She placed the
drink back on the bar.� I moved closer to her, the feeling of electricity
growing as our bodies neared.� I placed my left hand on her exposed skin
just above the knee.� Her skin felt warm and its softness urged me to
explore more.� I slowly let my hand slide further upper her thigh, the
fabric of her skirt brushing across the top as I broke its implied barrier.�
I stopped myself before exploring too far and opened my mouth to speak but
before I could she placed her left forefinger on my lips to silence them.�
"Ssshhhh," she said.� She grabbed my hips and forcefully brought my body as
close to hers as possible.� My hand naturally slip further up her thigh and
onto her hip.� To my amazed pleasure I discovered she either had on a very
skimpy thong or was absent of any sort of under garment.
I leaned for a kiss, careful to stop 90 percent of the way in, leaving her
with the anticipation of the inevitable.� What was only a brief moment,
slowed to an eternity.�
She covered the remaining distance and pressed her lips to mine.� Still
interlocked, our mouths opened.
Still locked in the embrace of a sensual kiss, I put my beer back on the bar
and placed my now free hand on the right of her waste.� As our tongues
explored each other, my right hand moved up her waist and caressed her breast.�
Our kiss, broke only for a instant as she let out a soft moan.
She moved her right hand onto the bulge that was now growing in my pants.�
From there she moved to my zipper, pulling it slowly downward.� Her hand
slipped through the now exposed hole in my jeans and...
**BLEEEP**** ****BLEEEEP****
"Fucking alarm!"
Well, that's how those kind of dreams typically turn out for me.� Here I
am nearly a 30 year old man and I have yet to get to the good stuff in my
dreams, you know the supposed "wet" part.� I was beginning to think I was
some kind of misfit until I saw this weekends Malcolm in the Middle episode when
one of the teenage boys on the show was having his own little dream and the
scantily clad babe in his dream explained that the frustrating part of his dream
was when he would awake right before he had the chance to do anything with, or
rather to her.
So answering me this.� In your dreams do you complete your conquests or
awaken unfulfilled?
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