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A Spicy Night Dream

A Spicy Night Dream



She was woken by a noise she couldn’t quite place. After a while she guessed it was Pat talking in his sleep. As he did some times a funny habit of his, funny because you couldn’t understand a word he saying but he could be very loud and confident when talking gibberish. It was so contrary of his daytime habits that Pattie always had to laugh.

Now she was half awake and half dozing off again. And suddenly she finds herself in a different setting. Pat and she had been out, an occasion to wear one of her beautiful long evening dresses. This one was a neck holder style, hugging closely around her torso and flowing gently from her hips down to the floor. The color was a deep red with delicate black flowers over the upper half. Underneath she had chosen to wear black hold up stockings and delicate black high heels, just high enough to feel the power of being a beautiful woman. She definitely had achieved that objective with Pat. When he had seen her coming down the steps of their house his eyes lit up like fireworks. So now, after the evening out she got a bit restless. Pat was in the bedroom walking around, doing whatever. She couldn’t tell.

She was standing in the hall to the bedroom and wondered about her restlessness. Then she simply shimmied out of her little lacy thing of underwear, left it on the floor and stepped into the bedroom. That was dimly lit as Pat had been putting away some cloths form earlier that afternoon before getting ready for bed. Standing in the door frame Pattie was admired his figure: tall, confident movements, in dark blue suit trousers, the jacket having been shed and put over a chair nearby- and the white shirt, slightly open at the throat. Her eyes followed the open shirt down to his chest as he had loosened the upper few buttons.

She let herself lean with her shoulders against a wall and started to tell Pat what she imagined in her mind that his fingers were doing and her hands now starting to do. Opening the neck holder and letting it fall down, revealing the upper parts of her white and full breasts, still held up by her strapless bra. Her fingers trailed down from her throat to each of her breast, doodling around and exciting her more and more. She stopped there, closing her eyes, she simply wasn’t that bold, and using one foot and started lifting the hem of her gown up. At some point one hand took over, closely followed by the second. Slowly her dress moved higher and higher.

Pat stood transfixed. He couldn’t move but he got more and more aroused by every centimeter of black covered skin......finally the soft skin of the upper thighs now showing, framed by black and red fabric. Pattie didn’t stop there, she went on. She wanted to see Pat’s face so she mustered all courage she had and slowly opened her eyes. She watched him through her full lashes. Encouraged by the utterly adoring and excited look on his face she opened her eyes full, gazing into his eyes.

The fire she could see in them gave her the power to lift the dress up to let him see her damp private area. She let her full eyelashes cover some of her eyes but not fully as before. She wanted to see his face when she went down a route she has never dared to take before. Gathering the red shimmering fabric with one hand she let the other one exposing her groom pubic hairs that protecting her sensitive folds. Slowly her middle finger slid into the cleft between her outer folds.

She felt the heat radiating from her sensitive skin immediately. Moisture was embracing her finger she pushed further towards her vagina. A moan escaped her slightly open lips. Dipping into the pool of overflowing liquid from her vagina she started stroking herself, every inch of her very sensitized vulva and her clit. Her hips picked up the rhythm. Her other hand was gripping the dress with a desperate force. Pat’s fiery gaze fuelled her excitement even more.

At this point Pat could not just stand and watch his beautiful Pattie. He opened his trousers and mirrors Pattie’s stroking on her sensitive lips on his cock. Quickly that wasn’t enough and he fully embraced his hard pulsating dick with his hand, bringing him to a sensational climax in no time at all with his forceful strokes. Over his own fireworks he could see and hear Pattie exploding into her own climax of unprecedented heights....

 Pattie woke totally aroused. She leaned over to Pat. Slowly her hand wandered towards Pat’s sleeping body. When she touched his warm back, she let her hand slide around his waist down towards the part of this body she was most interested in now. Gently cradling his soft cock with her hand she started caressing, with immediate results. Pat woke up with a heart pumping wildly from excitement, turning towards her he let her continue for a moment before sliding between her thighs and gently probing at her entry. He instantly knew how much she was already aroused.

With one swift motion he penetrated deep into her, forcing a deep moan out of pleasure, from her slightly open mouth. The heat, tightness and moisture around him nearly brought him to the brim of his climax.

He could barely hold on. Then Pattie moved, oh, and how she moved. Demanding, Pressing herself against him at the junction of their bodies. He couldn’t stop know. Starting to push deeper into her hot pussy, increasing the rhythm and the force, he could see the effect on Pattie’s face.

The pressure is building up in Pattie. She wanted more speed and power. Now Pattie was gripping Pat’s shoulders hard.

Pulling her-self closer, meeting his thrusts with her pelvis. Oh God, she thought. And then she exploded and followed closely by Pat.

He gathered her up in his arms, turned on his back, pulling her slightly with him, snuggling her around his side. They slowly dozed into sleep again.


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