The Nap
A @BourbonSex original Erotic Short Story
If he was dreaming, she was going to try to influence those dreams.
Soft, slow touches to the outside of his shorts and his breathing changed ever so slightly. Another whisper of a touch against the fabric of his mesh shorts and she felt him stiffen slightly. She stopped touching and watched as his shorts shifted and changed as his dreams changed and the blood began to flow to his cock. She laughed despite herself at the sight. It looked like a snake manifesting itself out of thin air under the fabric of his clothes. As she watched and smiled, she felt a stirring within her. It started as a warm flush, almost a flutter in her chest. The warmth spread from her chest, down the length of her stomach were it radiated warmth between her legs. Her face became flushed as she realized, too late, that in trying to manipulate her lover's dreams, she was becoming increasingly turned on.
She felt the stirrings in her body as she traced the outline of his erection on his shorts with her fingertip. He moved slightly and she held still until he settled down. She felt her body changing with the arousal of what she was doing to her lover in his sleep. Her nipples stiffened and she felt them rub against the soft fabric of her tank-top. This sensation added to growing arousal in her. The sensation felt good. She loved the soft caressing of material on her nipples. It sent small sparks of electricity through her nipples and into her chest and her heart began to beat faster. She took her left hand and gently rubbed at one of her nipples and she relished the pleasure it sent rippling through her.
While he slept, his erection grew to its full size and she looked at it through his shorts as she gently rubbed her nipples through her shirt. She wanted to pull his shorts down and ride him while he slept... but then she thought better about. She'd let him have his dream. For now.
She reclined against the armrest of the couch and adjusted her position. One leg rested on the coffee table while she nestled her socked foot oh-so-gently against his crotch. She slowly moved it up and down against his cock and she felt herself open. She took slow, measured breaths as she watched her foot massage his massive hard-on.
She played gently with her nipples, for a few moments longer until she couldn't take it anymore. Her other hand pulled up the bottom of her shirt and she pulled it over her head and flung it to the floor. The movement caused him to momentarily stir and she stopped, afraid she might have awoken him. But he was thoroughly asleep and lost in what was, based on his cock and the smile on his face, a pretty good dream. She continued once again, squeezing her nipples in turn with one hand. Her other hand rested for a moment on her stomach. In this state, the feel of her skin against her own fingers was like touching lighting. Everything in her body ached to be touched.
She slid her hand down over the soft, silky fabric of her shorts. Her middle finger found her open lips and she pressed down, through the shorts and moved her finger back and forth, slowly working the soft fabric in circles on and around her clit. Her chest rose and fell with excitement as her fingertip pressed down and around, the soft fabric of the shorts and panties caused tendrils of warmth spread from her fingertips, down to her toes. She smiled and looked at her toes again. They were slowly rubbing his stiff cock. The sight caused a rush and she felt herself become wetter as he almost moaned in his sleep.
She pulled her hand back up to her stomach and slipped it under the waistband of her shorts and panties. Moving down, she felt herself wide open and slippery with the lust flowing out of her. Her fingers found her panties soaked with her own juices and she slipped two of her fingers along the warm, wet opening between her legs. She loved feeling herself like this. She loved the slick wetness that came from within. She rubbed back and forth against herself, coating her fingers in her own exquisite sexual essence before plunging them into her open cunt. A small groan escaped her lips and she fought to keep it quiet. Her lover stirred slightly but she couldn't stop.
In and out she worked her fingers as they dripped with her own juice. She would stop and take a moment to rub her clit until she could no longer stand it and then plunge them back in. Her eyes closed and her head fell back onto the armrest of the couch. In. Out. In. Out. Around... She felt herself running down her thighs and onto the couch. She didn't care. She loved it. She loved that she could be this turned on.
She lost herself in the moment as the electricity of the approaching orgasm started to build at her fingertips. It spread and she felt herself moaning softly. Her lips parted and she gasped slightly. The orgasm built and spread up through her body. She felt it in every cell of being... small explosions of warmth and ecstasy that joined together to form a tidal wave of fire throughout her body. She shuddered as it racked her body. Her hand moved from her nipples and up to her mouth as she stroked the last few explosions out. She licked her lips and opened her eyes as she came down from the rush she raised her head and realized her lover was no longer reclining across from her.
He stood facing her. Skin flushed and his large hand slowly stroking his engorged cock back and forth. Her face flushed for a moment, but he gave her a devilish grin. He stopped stroking himself and pulled her shorts and panties down her legs in one swift motion and tossed them next to her on the couch. He knelt on the floor before her and she grabbed the back of his head with her free hand while she traced wet lines down his face with the hand that had, until now, been buried in her cunt. He licked greedily. He loved the way she tasted. She then moved her hand to the back of his head and guided his face into her waiting, wet opening.
He licked and lapped at the juices running down her. His tongue darted in and out, leaving no part of her untouched. His hand traced a line up her leg from her knee and his fingers entered her. A gasp escaped her lips and he smiled, working his fingers in and out. Her breathing increased and she felt the growing of the electricity in her body once again. As she reached the peak of excitement, he bent his fingers as if summoning someone from across the room and stroked the inside of her until she came. As her muscles shuddered from the climax he took his fingers and brushed them across her lips. She licked them, tasting herself and she almost came a third time at the action. She'd never really tasted herself before... not like this. She liked the way she tasted. She grabbed his hand and forced it into her mouth and licked every last bit of herself off of his fingers, her eyes closed. Her other hand reached out blindly, landing on his cock.
While she licked his fingers, she began stoking him back and forth. Gently at first, but then harder. His eyes closed and his head tilted back a little. She stopped licking his fingers she pushed at him to stand. As he stood, she slid off of the couch and onto her knees. She opened her mouth and took him inside. She worked back and forth along his stiffened shaft. She occasionally stopped, lifted his cock up and dragged her tongue from the base of his balls to the tip of his penis. Then she would look at him and stroke him with both hands while he looked at her.
She stroked and licked until she felt him grow close to the edge. She watched as his breathing increased and she felt his cock harden even more. She placed both hands around his hips and pulled him into her mouth. She felt him shudder as he came, filling her mouth with the warm, saltiness that was his cum. She licked and sucked until his legs almost gave out. Standing, she felt one good turn deserves another... She kissed him, his cum still in her mouth. Their tongues darted around and chased each other. Both of their fluids mixing together in the final moments of pure bliss.
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