Now where were we? Ah yes... so we're mid dream and just about to get on to the good stuff. In the dream his on and off girlfriend had just left for bed, charging us to be good, and we were left in the kitchen.
Shall I set the scene again? I was leaning against the kitchen table, my shirt half buttoned and untucked, he was leaning against the counter top less than two feet away from me.
We both waited until the bedroom door closed and just stood looking at one another until the silence was unbearable.
I started to unbutton my shirt slowly and he watched my hands carefully like card player watches a sharp, expecting an Ace at any moment. I bared my shoulders and paused to let him drink me in. In the dream my bra was black lace and revealed as much as it concealed. It contrasted well with skin that appeared creamier than reality. I flicked off the rest of my shirt and reached behind to unzip my shirt. I let it drop to the floor so I was standing in nothing but my stockings, thong and bra. The Teacher still hadn't moved but he carried on watching me carefully. I turned around to face the table and bent over slightly. Looking over my shoulder at him I asked,
"Can you see the scar more clearly now?"
He came up behind me and placed a hand on either side of my arse and pushed me forward until I was completely bent over the table.
"I need you under the light," he said vaguely as his hand moved under my thong and rubbed against my pussy. One finger, then two, slid easily into me and I moaned and bucked at the sensation. He kept at it and I felt that slave-like thrill I get when I'm naked with a clothed man.
"Spread your legs," he said hoarsely, gently kicking my feet further apart. I complied easily and concentrated on the feeling between my legs. His other hand reached to my breast and he lifted them both out of my bra so that they rested, perky and flushed on the lace of the cup. He pinched and pulled my nipple painfully until my torso was almost touching the table. In my dream I could see a name scratched into the table and I thought it was extraordinary because it was the same as a name scratched into my desk at school.
I didn't do much thinking for long however as his fingers played me like a bow. I cried and thrust against him and he did nothing to stifle my moans, instead encouraging me to be louder so that his girlfriend might hear.
"Please..." I gasped.
"Please what?" he asked, I felt, cruelly.
"Please... don't make me beg." Ho Ho, I thought in my dream; that's exactly what he wants, for me to beg and plead and then bashfully ask for what he's so dying to give me. I know, I've played this game before.
"Say it."
"No, I can't. Please just... I want it."
"What do you want?" he demanded triumphantly as I rolled my eyes at the ease and stupidity of men and the bloody silly games they insist on playing. If only they knew I had played them all before.
"I want your hard cock inside me. I want you to fuck me."
He took me at my word, my thong magically gone, and he was sliding into me hard and fast.
I could feel him building swiftly behind me and I reached to touch my clit and I was amazed at how slick and hot I was. My dream, as these things do, disintegrated and I found myself wide awake and playing with myself. I barely touched myself but came hard and gasping like a landed fish shocked at myself and the already crystal clear dream.
As my orgasm subsided I lay there lazily stroking my hot, wet flesh and marveled at how slick and right it felt. If some stranger had come into my room then I would have welcomed them with open legs.
I fell back asleep still touching myself with the Teacher's face hovering just out of sight.
