Am I Dreaming?

She's sitting on the sink in a navy blue demi bra. The sides of the bra are raw silk and further inspection shows that the cups are made of the most delicate lace with raw silk half cups. He can see the slightest tip of her mocha nipples but the entire fullness of her breasts in the glow of the candlelight. The matching cuts are navy raw silk with silk ties on the side. The front is again made of delicate lace with raw silk underlay. He can see the start of her pubic hair and as the silk takes over the hair disappears from his view. She never looks up at him just picks up a bottle of baby oil and starts to rub oil on her skin. Her arms, elbows, the tops of her breasts and reaches inside and slowly rubs oil on her breasts. Her hair sliding down as she looks down making a veil covering half of her face. He is mesmerized looking at her in the candlelight and her skin glistening.

She closes her eyes and stands up and rubs the baby oil on her legs. Nice and slow. Starting at her toes painted a deep ruby red to her thighs and making sure to massage her inner thighs while spreading her legs nice and wide. He is frozen. He can't take his eyes off of her but it's like she hasn't even noticed that he is there. She smiles a big smile and he sees her deep dimples and she is pleased with something although he doesn't know with what. Finally he figures it out, she is pleased with the thought of pleasure. All of the sensual things she has going on, the candle light, the music, the baby oil, the glass of wine. Even her clothing is sensual and he hair in soft waves is sensual as well and he is instantly rock hard.

She stands up slowly and runs her hands over her bra. Gently kneading her nipples in the process. The nipples immediately pressing against the fabric of the bra. She reaches down to undo the front clasp and her breasts spring forth. Nipples rock hard and standing at attention. He looks down at his rock hard dick pressing to be free from his jeans. He looks back over to her and watches her slowly slide her hands into her cuts, massaging her ass, rubbing her pubic hair and resting on her hips. She slides her cuts down without moving her hands off of her hips. He looks at her ass. Glistening from the baby oil, her thick thighs and finally her tummy and the hair that covers her sweet cavern. His eyes slide slowly down to the fine hair covering her roundness, her thick lips that have hints of wetness on them already.

She sits down on the toilet, legs wide open. He looks at her and can't believe his eyes. She's completely open already. Stretched wide and her fat lips are completely coated. She sits back and closes her eyes and slides her right middle finger inside. He stands up and quickly take off his jeans. His dick pressing with desperation against his boxers. He wants to swim deep inside of her, but wants to keep enjoying the show too. She starts to slowly massage her swollen clit. Rubbing in small circles. He can't believe his eyes! Her finger is going in the smallest circles while she lifts her right tit to her mouth to suck. He stifled moans come through as she draws on her tit. He watches he slowly swallow and realizes that she is drinking her own milk as she continues to finger herself to a frothy finish. Her legs open wider and she leans back even more.

He is looking right up into her pink pussy. Listening to her finger stirring her juices. Her finger dipping down into her well to re-wet itself. Her finger going in deep and coming back out and going back in nice and deep. Oh god, how he wants her but is afraid of taking his eyes off of her for a second. She continues to drink and rub her clit in circles. She's moaning louder and starting to roll her hips forward on the toilet. She takes her finger out and cups her hand and shoves it into her pussy. The juices loudly separating and she brings her hand out and he sees her pre-cum in her hand. A nice mound of it. She rubs it on her tit and licks it off gently and then continues to suck her sweet milk out.

He reaches into his boxers and starts to milk his dick. His shaft is so slippery that it is hard to get a grip on it. He has to use both hands, the right moving counter-clockwise and the left clockwise as a vice on his slippery dick. He works as she slides her ring, middle and index fingers inside of her pussy. Reaching up to find her spot. She balances on her toes and pushes deep up and her eyes open for a mere second and close back. Her middle finger reaches higher and higher to find her spot. She shudders when she finds it and he watches her hand disappear deeper inside. Her index finger continues to work her clit. Her thighs are shaking as she fights to stay balanced on her toes and hold on before giving in to her orgasm. She rubs and rubs her clit to a deep pink and pushes higher still. He hears a moan starting to form as her legs start to wobble. She starts bouncing up and down on the seat as she continues to fuck herself. Her finger fighting to stay on her clit. She bounces up a few more times, her tits flopping and she start to cum. Moaning loud and bouncing up and down up and down up and down. She shudders again and she falls back on the seat and has the biggest o that he has ever witnessed. She feather touches her clit and he watches her walls constrict and she starts to violently squirt all over her hand, on the seat and the wall in front of her. He pumps out stream after stream of thick cum and watches her continue to squirt three more time as she keeps attacking her swollen, sensitive clit. He stands up, takes his soaked boxers off and kneels in front of her, he grabs his again rock hard dick in his hand and goes to push it deep into her and she disappears.

He looks around the room and the only thing that remains is the thick smell of sex, the soft smell of the baby oil and the music playing in his head. He looks over at the candle and it suddenly goes out as if someone blew it out at that very moment. He gathers his clothes in his hand, cleans himself off and goes into the office to re-play the events and tries desperately to figure out if it was real or if if was all just his very vivid imagination?