I had forgotten to write down a sexy dream I had this morning. It was at 3am. I was too sleepy.
I was reminded of it at lunch when a picture of strawberries gracing a woman’s pussy popped up. On all things? A food search!
The picture was black and white, showing a few berries framing a woman’s clean shaven pussy. One strawberry perched between her pussy lips, lifting her clit.
(I would post it, but its someone’s photography. I dont want to reblog it in case of copyright.)
The photo reminded me of my dream because of the way her clit was presented.
I was a chaperone at a prom. ( I never had a prom. Sadness) and the dresses were amazing. So beautiful.
One young lady had been eying me for quite a while. I dont know why. She was in a beautiful yellow dress. Her skin golden, her hair brown with highlights in an elaborate braid. She was with her date. She won Homecoming Queen. That is when she finally got enough courage to approach me.
“I read your blog,” she announced.
Well my face reddened. I dont know why I always get so embarrassed when people mention they read it. I just do!
There was an awkward silence. I take a drink of my punch. “And what about it.”
“and” she fixed me with a confident stare, her shoulders square. “As Homecoming Queen I declare that you get on your knees and eat my pussy until I come!”
My drink sprayed everywhere. I was so surprised. Surprised, turned on and wary. “Excuse me! That is not very funny. Have you been drinking?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you see me laughing?” she asked. “anytime anywhere. My pussy is to be serviced by your mouth tongue your fingers.”
My shocked expression must have been humorous. “Dont you want this pussy,” she purred. she lifted the hem and revealed her white stockings, white garters. She wore no panties. Framing her neatly trimmed pussy. “All I kept thinking about was how you are going to get me to cum.”
“What did you do about it?”
“I played with myself,” she murmured. “I finger fucked myself.” she cocked her head to the side, and her seductive pose made me wetter. “Dont you want to touch me? To see how wet I am?”
I bit my lip. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching us. No one was. They were so involved with dancing, celebrating their senior year. Slowly, I glided my hand up between her thighs. Her skin was so soft. So warm.
“Ooh yes, just like that.” she purred when I eased her pussy lips open. she was indeed wet. My finger circled the tiny opening of her pussy. She whimpered.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked.
She shook her head.
I eased a middle finger inside her. Wiggling it deep. She grunted. Biting her lip she watched as I withdrew my finger then slid another finger in. Two fingers deep, the heel of my palm was resting on her clit. Her breath was choppy. her eyes heavylidded.
“Hmm, interesting.” I murmured. “What about your boyfriend?”
“Him? He is not really my boyfriend.” she dismissed her date, “He is a boy. He can barely make me cum with his dick let alone his tongue.”
I laughed at her derisive tone. Teenagers. They think they know everything. “Well, thats the best thing about relationships. You learn about each other. What makes you happy, brings you pleasure.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, forget about him.” she snapped. “He is of no concern of yours.”
She was soaking my fingers with her juice, as I slid them back and forth inside her, pumping them slow and even rhythm. “You are so wet,” I breathed. Her muscles clenching. “Yes squeeze my fingers just like that!”
“Ohhh” she whimpered.
“I am to service you. Anytime. Anywhere.” the idea excited me. “You couldn’t say no. If I
wanted you. You have to spread your legs. Anytime.”
“Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me anywhere!” she pleaded.
I clucked my tongue. “Think of what that means. You could be at home. In the middle of dinner, I will ring the doorbell. You will be expected to get on that table and spread yourself. You are to offer yourself like you’re my meal.”
There was a slight frisson of fear in her eyes. Her body tensed. Her juice flowing from her pussy, over my fingers. Perhaps I was taking it too far. The idea was exciting, having her in front of her family.
“I don’t know…” she licked her lips.
“You wanted this.” I reminded her.
“I read your blog,” she bit her lip and stared up at me pensively “I knew this is what I wanted. You want someone to be at your beck and call. I want to be your slut. I want to show you that I can be your slut, to show others that I am your slut.
I didn’t exactly like how she called herself my slut but it was so enticing…
“Let me be your slut. Take me right here.”It was as if her words were emboldening her. She whimpered, throwing her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. I hooked my fingers deep inside her, thumbing her clit. I wasnt gentle as I finger fucked her. She worked her hips back and forth. She screeched, her body shaking and convulsing with her first orgasm of the night. her hair whipped from side to side as she rode it out. She took my hand and led me to an empty table. She hiked her dress up over her waist and climbed up on the table. When she was settled, with her knees bent and spread. Resting back on her elbows, her face was flushed with the heat of desire, her breasts heaving, her eyes on me.
“Get over here and clean my pussy up!” she ordered. I obeyed. I thumbed her pussy lips apart, and slowly traced the length of her pussy. Savoring the taste of her. The tip of my tongue flicking her clit.
That is when I woke up!!!!