Do dreams come true?
It was really the day Mary dreamed of. Or, was it not? She is still in doubts even now-
Here is her story, just as she reconstructed it herself.
It happened several days ago. Mary was walking back home from work at a restaurant, when she saw Him. He was going in the opposite direction and their eyes met. Tall, strong and handsome. And she saw the same rating in his eyes - she was pretty. They looked at each other, and then he- went past her. She closed her eyes "please god, don't let it go, let me-". "Excuse me, eh-", soft voice from behind seemed hesitation, not knowing what to expect. She stopped, without turning back. "Miss? I- just wanted to say that you are very attractive. Have a nice day" - she heard footsteps going further. "Mister- I find you very handsome." She didn't turn around, but heard him stop and coming back. "Peter". "Mary". "Care for a walk?" "Too tired for that. Come to my place tomorrow at 11". She gave him her address and went home. She didn't turn back to see the reaction to this strange intimate invitation. But she knew he would come - they wanted the same.
The next day Mary began preparing for the special date, when suddenly- "Mary, please! Helen is in the hospital, and today it the special party, there is no one to work, you will be paid extra, please come to work right away". She came, and she worked, and she looked at the time, and thought of how she would look after 14 hours of cooking and baking and-
It was 10:30, when she ran out of the restaurant and rushed into her house, changed over and placed the dishes into the microwave and sat on the sofa and closed her eyes and- That's about it. No?
She forgot to close the front door. So when Peter came, rang the bell and tried to open the door, he succeeded. It was silent in the hall, he smelled something tasty in the kitchen, went there, but still - found nobody. "Mary, where are you? It's Peter, remember me?" he walked around the house, looking for hostess and after knocking entered the bedroom. Mary was lying on the bed, beautiful and sleeping, just like in the fairy tale. He came closer and shook her a bit, but she was still sleeping. At the first feeling of her warm body his fantasies began running wild. He observed her body: long legs, half-covered with the dress, appetizing breasts without a bra, pleasant neck- He called her name several more times, when dared to put his hand on her waist. Going lower and lower, he reached what he was looking for. Carefully lifting the dress, he saw no underwear-
"The girl prepared nicely for our first date- I don't want to wake her up, but don't want to leave her unsatisfied either- I think I have an idea" - he said this in a soft voice, lifting the dress higher, and soon her legs and pubis were all his to enjoy. He kissed them softly and gently, then reached the neatly-shaven pubis. Peter spread her legs a bit and touched her slit with his tongue - Mary sighed and bent out. Peter was scared for a second, but as he saw that she liked it, began rubbing her clit with his fingers, inserting them into her moistening pussy. With another hand he squeezed her tits, feeling the nipples harden. Still asleep, Mary spread her legs even more, exposing her to the new lover. And this was the final drop: Peter undid his pants and gently lay on Mary, touching her only with his mighty cock. With one hand he helped himself inserting it into her, very slowly penetrating her inch after inch - she was definitely enjoying it, or whatever she saw in her dreams. Without any sound Peter began making slow strokes, back and forth. Mary was very wet at this time, with every push her inner juices were dripping on the bed and on his balls.
Such fantastic experience couldn't hold Peter much longer, with his tip's every touch of her inner walls, he was ready to burst, but he gave his word to- Mary breathed more frequent with every stroke. It was obvious she was about to cum, but not yet- Peter raised the pace, hitting hard Mary's cunt. She lay there helpless and innocent, but Peter could feel how much pleasure she received from this act.
This exotic sex continued for nearly an hour, with loud breath and rare moans. Peter couldn't keep much longer, when he felt that her hungry pussy began to shrink faster and faster, her moans were like screaming and at one moment - she collapsed with an outstanding orgasm. And when Peter finally released himself, Mary was dying in a second, then the third wave of orgasms-
She opened her eyes. It was morning. She looked around and- burst into tears: "It was just a fucking dream! Oh no-"
But there was a hat. Strange modern hat was on the sofa in the hall. "He will come back for it. And I'll be waiting - just to say thanks".
THIS STORY WAS TAKEN FROM SLEEPINGBITCH