The Dream Ch. 02

Turning away from me for a moment, she put some Portishead on the stereo and their turntable alchemy washed over my prone, half-naked body. The goosebumps, already present, on my poised and ready skin bristled as Beth Gibbons' brittle haunting vocals flowed through Jay's high-end speakers. Skye set something that looked like a shiny egg next to me on the mattress and slowly began to undo the clasp on my skirt. She drew my skirt down over my hips, making sure to make contact with the sensitive skin around my already wet pussy, letting her forefingers smoothly and lightly dance over my legs as she removed the offending garment deftly. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched her slink herself up over my legs to straddle my hips.

She reached down to the hem of her tank top and drew it over head as I marveled in lust at her glorious, fit body. Her skin was pale and theatrically pink in the red interior light of the van. She swayed slowly in time to the subdued trip hop emanating from the stereo. I reached my hands up to remove her bra but she lightly slapped my hands away, grabbed both my wrists in her hands and held them above my head.

"Nuh uh, not yet, my pet." Skye chastised.

The dominant force permeating her voice caused my body to twitch in vulnerable anticipation. I'd never relinquished control in this way before and I found it startlingly arousing. With my hands confined around my head, she lowered her face to mine and kissed my mouth with breathtaking intensity. Her tongue flitted in and out my mouth as she alternated between biting and sucking my swollen lips. The force of her passion felt like it was drawing the air from lungs, leaving me starved for oxygen. She drew away and I gasped aloud; my senses on fire.

"Now hon, if I let go of your hands will you be a good girl and take it as I give it?" She asked and I nodded my affirmation, desperate for her next move.

"Good girl." She praised.

She released my hands and I let them lay where she left them. I was unwilling to give her cause to delay any further. Reaching one hand behind her back, she expertly manipulated the clasp of her bra allowing her tits to be released from their confines. Unaware of myself, I licked my lips in anticipation wanting to lick and suck her pert pink nipples.

As if responding to my inner thoughts, she ran her hands over her own body as the solid, slow beat of the music rumbled through the van shaking the bed. I was in such a wanton state of desire watching her hands run smoothly over her flat stomach up to her medium-sized breasts. Her elegant, long fingers ran their way slowly up to cup their fullness and she squeezed both tits together to create a delicious display of cleavage, using her left hand on right breast and vice versa.

Her show was so arousing I knew I would leave a wet spot on the bed. My hips gained a mind of their own and shot up feebly to rub against the prison of her mount. I moaned in anguish and the words gushed from my mouth and before I knew it, I was pleading with her.

"Please oh please Skye, I just... I need to feel you, taste you. Please!"

"Do you like what you see, my pet?" She questioned softly in my ear.

I squirmed beneath her trying in vain to press my skin to hers. My body felt as though it were its own entity and cried out, "Yes!"

"All in good time." She replied, causing overwhelming disappointment to descend over me.

Before I could begin to bargain with her, she began to nibble my earlobe moving her way to my mouth. Once again she kissed me until I was breathless and gasping for air. Her hands played upon my breasts; pinching and rubbing my already furiously hardened nips between her forefinger and thumb. Pleasure rocked my frame and I wondered if it was possible to cum from this alone.

I loved the desperate need she was depositing within me as she dominated my body and made it react to her touch. I felt helpless and needy under her reign.

"Lie back and keep your hands above your head." She instructed firmly.

My breath drew sharply inward as she snaked her body sensually down mine until her mouth was aligned with the hooded bud of my desire. She lapped at the wetness no doubt flowing liberally from my sopping cunt. Moving her tongue and attention north to my sensitive button she rolled her tongue around it using pressure to squeeze and roll it against the bone of my pelvis. I began screaming my hedonism in earnest, at this point, as my cognizance deserted the wanton disgrace of my body. She sucked soundly on my clit, no doubt aware of my impending meltdown.

My hands fluttered but didn't move for no reason I could attribute to myself. I wasn't in control; she was. I knew my yells of unbridled passion must be permeating the walls of the van but I didn't care. I was cumming and harder than I thought possible. My entire body tensed up as my juices flooded the bed and Skye's face. I couldn't stop myself as I writhed and cried out; I shook irrepressibly as the orgasm relaxed its hold over my entire being. I felt as though I had faded into her as she drew herself up and held me in her arms until my tremors calmed and my breathing relaxed.

"Wow! Just wow," I said faltering for a proper descriptive of what she'd just done to me. "I surrender, I'm yours. Let's get married have one and a half kids and settle down on an acreage just outside of town."

She laughed in her uproarious manner and dismissed my words with a kiss

"How oddly specific. You don't really think it would be that easy to nail me down, do you?" She responded.

"No, I'm definitely unworthy, in fact, I'm not even sure how I'll reciprocate when I've lost all feeling in legs. I'm crippled and it's all your fault." I stated with amused and deliberate hyperbole.

"I think I know how we can start," she said while rummaging around the bed searching out where she had set her mysterious egg earlier. It dawned on me, just what that egg was when I felt her slip it smoothly inside my pussy. Rolling on her back, she held up the remote control for it and I felt a mild humming and vibrating inside me.

"Oh God, you're devious." I moaned.

"Mm hmm... I like it when you call me, God. Now, my pet, let's see if you can make me cum before that vibrating egg drives you over the edge."

You're evil, simply put, a calculating bitch," I purred in her ear, in tune with the soft hum working inside me.

I rolled my leaden spent body above her and went to work kissing the nape of her neck with the lightness of a butterfly. Her body reacted with a visible shudder and I moved my way south. I caressed her tits with both hands while suckling and nibbling her rosebud tips to full taut attention in my mouth. Her firm, silken globes of sultry flesh felt heavenly against my face and a bolt of raw carnality shot down, lighting on my clit. She must have recognized the effect her womanly wiles were working on me because she took that moment to up the intensity of the vibrator.

I had to bite my lip hard. It was almost over right there but I managed to regain control of myself and quell my impending climax. I carried on, traversing the splendor of her satiny, smooth skin down her completely hairless mound. I used nothing but the tip of my tongue to run its way up, feathering her slit as she cried out and sank her hands into my hair, pushing my face directly into the core of her throbbing, moist pussy. This caught me off guard but I braced myself with the realization she had relinquished her hold on the remote control of the pulsing, humming toy buried inside me. I dove in, in flurry of licks, tasting her unique flavor, unlike Jodie's but just as sweet in its own right and just as intoxicating.

With my mind on task and not the ever-encroaching risk of orgasm building within myself; I latched my mouth onto her throbbing clit and sucked. She cried out as I manipulated her pleasure zone as she had mine. Her urgency was increasing and exhibited in the thrusting of her hips against my working mouth. She shuddered and drew one hand away from my head. A momentary return to reason must have caused her to remember her remote control long enough to flip it to high gear.

I moaned, hell I almost screamed, my mouth muzzled by her pussy. I knew then I needed to finish her off quickly because both my time and willpower were running out fast. Without preamble, I thrust two fingers inside her impossibly wet, hot cunt and move them in tandem with her gyrating hips.

As her pace intensified, I knew she was close and so was I; almost unbearably so. So, when she began to scream out, her body in tremors; I relinquished the slipping grip I had on my imminent orgasm. As her pussy let go in a flood against my face, I cried out my own release directly into her quivering flesh. Ecstasy racked my body and I shuddered violently as I felt my juices gush down the inside of my taut thighs.

My body felt completely depleted of all its resources as I crawled my way up to her side and collapsed in her arms. She ran her fingers through my hair and I fell asleep for an undetermined amount of time. I awoke to the sounds of a raging party outside the van. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was only 1 am and the good times were still carrying on without us.

"Shall we go see what's up?" Skye questioned, clearly wakened by the same ruckus as I.

Upon our exit from the van we were greeted with a resounding applause that continued to grow as more partygoers recognized our departure from our carnal retreat.

"Holy fuck," Skye exclaimed, "how long have you guys been waiting to do that?"

A guy I recognized from around town responded, "You put on a performance like that? You're gonna gain a dedicated audience."

Red flushed our cheeks as we both gamely curtsied to our audience. I grabbed Skye's hand and said, "Come on, the night's still young, let's go see if there is any beer left."