I collapsed against him as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstacy washed over me, his cock still throbbing inside me. I felt his hands cup my ass, pulling me hard against him as he filled me with his cum. I can’t remember feeling this close to anyone ever before. This was without question the most intimate bond I could ever imagine between two people. For just this moment, this man’s magnificent cock was my entire world. We lay there entwined for several minutes, as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats returned to normal, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat.
John began to speak, and I quickly “sshhh’d” him with a finger to his lips,”don’t say a word, John, this is not happening. YOu’re just having a dream…” as I began to disengage myself and slide down lower, kissing his nipples and then his belly along the way.
My lips found his soft, slippery wet cock, and I sucked him inside my mouth, surprised at the sweetness of our combined juices as I licked him clean. I gave his cock a final kiss and found my pj’s, slipping them on quickly.
I stood and whispered,”remember, John, this never happened….goodnight, and pleasant dreams to you, my friend!” as I turned to leave. In the dim light, John smiled and mouthed the words, “thank you” as I turned away. I made it to the kitchen, then got back to bed, promptly falling asleep – totally fulfilled – more satisfied than I ever remembered in my entire life. I’m sure I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
Next thing I know, I smell bacon. A glance at the bedside clock confirms that it’s 8am. Then the memory of last night flooded my mind. All I could think was Oh MY GOD, what have I done? I quickly threw on a robe and headed downstairs. John was at the stove, presiding over the bacon and eggs. He looked up and smiled, saying”Good morning, sleepyhead! I was up so I thought I should get things started…you DID say breakfast was at 8…sharp!”
No mention of last night. Good. For just a moment, I was beginning to wonder myself just what actually happened. That WAS real, wasn’t it? Is it possible that I dreamt it? My tender pussy – still leaking John’s cum – told me it really DID happen.
I smiled back at John, saying,”Uh, well, I guess I overslept! Actually, I had a REALLY nice dream…” as I grinned at him.
“Well, as hard as you work, you deserve to sleep in once in a while! I’m glad to be able to help out a little,” he said, grinning back at me as he flipped the bacon over. “I mean, after all, you *did* take me in like a poor stray dog – just trying to earn my keep, ma’am,” John said, “And, I had a pretty nice dream myself…” He grinned for a second, then turned back to the stove.
Ok, I thought. We’re not going to acknowledge what happened. Perhaps that’s just as well. Like I said, a one time thing – now nothing more than a memory for us both to cherish forever.
I can live with that.
I smiled. “I’ll set the table,” I said.