Seduction on a Hot Afternoon

I closed my eyes and once again I was drifting back to sleep, wanting the dream to come alive with a deep urgency. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in my abdomen and knew it would be intense if I could get back into the dream in time.

He was married, the man I dreamed about, and I met him at a pot luck dinner the town was putting on. He was so gorgeous that just looking at him made me tingle inside, and I couldn't help staring at the way his butt looked in his jeans, or how tight his abdomen was under his t-shirt.

My eyes stayed on him, on each move, like a dog watching you eat your dinner. He walked over to his car, took his shirt off, and threw it in the back seat, and then reached over and grabbed some sunglasses. His back was strong, and the sweat on his skin made it look wet and inviting. I wanted to start at the small of his back and slowly lick each and every muscle, not stopping until I reached the nape of his neck. I would then press my body next to his, pushing my firm breasts into his back while I sensuously slid my leg across his thigh.

My beautiful thoughts were interrupted when several young children ran by laughing. I mentally erased everything and everyone from the daydream and continued to imagine how wonderful it would be to lie naked in bed with him, his muscular, tan hands rubbing the inside of my thighs. I was making myself wet and I knew I should stop, but I didn't want to. I wanted everyone else to go away so I could masturbate while I dreamed of us licking, sucking, and writhing on top of the cool, clean sheet on his bed. I could feel his large penis teasing my clit and then slowly pushing inside my tight, wet pussy. My nipples became erect and tingled as he gently sucked them, and then slowly manipulated them with his fingers, causing me to have another orgasm and muffling the scream of pure ecstasy I felt at that moment.

The sun was in my eyes and it pulled me from my thoughts and as it did, I felt his firm hand gently take my hand and we looked at each other, our eyes saying we wanted the same thing. This time it was real, he was there, and I found myself following him into the trees on a narrow trail. He pulled me down to the ground on a grassy patch underneath a tree. I felt my heart racing and I wanted him so bad it hurt. He was taking off his jeans, so I pulled my top over my head, exposing my large, full breasts, which I began rubbing seductively. I lay back and spread my legs just far enough apart so he could see my pussy, and then I began pulling my skirt off.

I heard birds singing in the trees and felt the warm, afternoon air rush past my naked body. Every muscle I had was tight with anticipation of what he would be like in real life, not my imagination.

He smelled very good, like dark cedar and musk, and I let him gently lay me down on the grass and then felt his strong hands begin to stroke my breasts. He looked at me and smiled and then kissed me deeply, allowing his tongue to dive deeply into my mouth. He was nothing like I had imagined, but was gentle and loving and when we were finished three hours later, I slipped my clothes back on and smiled at him. We had a connection, even though we had never met before, and he offered me his hand to get up and we kissed long and deep until I felt myself wanting him again. He walked away whistling and had a certain jaunt to his step and I smiled knowing that was because of me. I also had a certain difference in my step and I walked off in the other direction, happy.

I never saw this beautiful man again, but I will never forget the seduction on a hot afternoon, under a shade tree.