Latin Dream

Walking in the mall,
Behind a simply gorgeous woman.

Long Latin black hair,
Short skirt,
Legs with lacy patterned hose,
Heels which gave a perfect lift,
To a nicely rounded ass.

Her silhouette was curvy,
Her hips,
As she walked,
Were slinky and swervy,
Altogether,
Sexy.
You know,
Seductive,
Sensual and sensuous.
Thoroughly, thoroughly,
Flirtatiously,
Arousing.

As I walked behind her,
My dreams became,
Increasingly erotic,
Completely obscene,
Downright sexually explicitly,
Pornographically,
Wonderfully,
Lewd,
And delightful.

With each swing of her hips,
I imagined my hands,
Gripping those cheeks,
My lips kissing,
My teeth nibbling,
those perfect curves.

I was aroused,
Just walking behind her,
Picturing her in my bed,
Mouth to mouth,
Tongues touching,
Sharing breathing,
Fitting our bodies together,
Seemingly merging into one.

I imagined,
My chest pressed against her breasts,
Her nipples,
Aroused, hardened,
Against me.
And my hands,
Caressing her back,
Her fingers stroking my back.
Our navels against each other.

I was dreaming of,
Sucking at her nipples,
Kissing her neck,
Fingering her cunt,
Stoking her clit,
Meeting those lips with mine,
Parting them with my tongue,
To taste her juices.

My mind’s image of her,
Sucking my dick,
Teasing its head with her tongue,
Caressing its whole with her lips,
Swallowing its length,
While caressing my balls,
Tasting the first drops that,
Her actions will cause to appear at its tip,
Led me to dreaming of teasing her cunt,
With the head of my cock,
Parting her lips,
Dipping just a bit inside,
And withdrawing.

In my fantasy,
I heard her,
Moan for me to,
“Just do it.”

I envisioned,
My first entry stoke,
As a slow arousing tease,
Until our genitals were completely,
Engaged with each other.

The look in her eyes,
As her head tipped back,
Her back arched,
And her hips,
Thrust upward,
So that the
Entwining of our bodies,
Was mutually undertaken,
One of complete,
Reciprocal,
Enjoyment,
Of each other's,
flesh.

I fantasized,
My cock,
Driving repeatedly into her,
Its top edge,
Rubbing against her clit,
Her cunt,
Hugging my shaft,
As we,
Ground our bodies together,
Working toward,
Orgasmic relief.

I pictured,
Her astride me,
Her breasts dancing above me,
As she used her body’s motions to,
Ride me,
My cock forced deeply within her cunt,
Her Latin black pubic hair,
Intermixed with my brown,
Glistening droplets of liquid,
Sparkling on our commingled pubic hair.
A flush on her flesh,
Tinting her a near perfect shade of bronze,
Matched by the rising redness of my own skin,
Her mouth reaching toward mine,
As her hips moved us,
On our way to,
Climactic fulfillment.

In my daydream,
I saw myself,
Behind her wonderfully curved hips,
One hand gripping her long black hair,
The other fondling her breast,
While I drove my cock,
As deeply as I could into,
Her cunt,
Again and again.
Long strokes,
Completely withdrawing,
And forcefully driving in,
Short strokes,
With a grinding at the end,
Nearly lifting her from the bed,
As we approached,
Our sexual zenith.

It was my imagination,
That saw that,
At the moment of our highest,
Crest of arousal,
She would moan,
“Kiss me.”

I visualized my lips meeting hers,
As my cock pushed,
One last time into her cunt,
As that beautiful piece of,
Female anatomy tightened around my cock,
So that I came deep within her.
Our bodies spasmed,
Our genitals fed each other,
Her contractions,
My ejaculations,
Our orgasmic release,
A perfect ending to,
My erotic waking daydream.

In front of me,
She still swayed,
Wiggled,
And jiggled,
As she walked,
Which continued to aroused me,
As I followed her on down the mall.

My thoughts turned to,
”How can I meet her?”
And,
“Can dreams cum true?”