I keep having the strangest dream.................
I'm fully clothed and sat in a club chair, with plenty of soft creased button leather. There are no physical restraints but somehow I know I'm not allowed to move. A beautiful young lady wanders into view; she has long dark hair and is wearing a red bustier with hold up stockings. She sits squarely in front of me in an identical chair, knees together, a picture of perfect refinement and dignity. Her look is serious, concerned almost.
Without saying a word, she parts her knees and spreads her legs; placing one leg over the arm of the chair. She gently sucks her right index finger, before leading it down her body and onto her sex. She teases herself through her panties, rotating her clitoris and exploring the valley of her lips. I can see the beginnings of a darker, wet patch spread across her panties.
Still I cannot move: I'm totally immobile but my cock is stiffening and becoming uncomfortable within the constraints of my trousers. She pushes her panties to one side, giving me a delicious view of her swollen lips and shaven pussy. Her finger shoots in and out of her hole; masturbating, fucking herself. A thin trail of cum links her fingers with her pussy, before she sucks her finger dry. Her eyes have never left mine and save for a slight moistening of her lips with her tongue, her expression has not changed. My cock is starting to leak and push hard against my zipper.
Her hands move to her boobs and she caresses them, squeezing herself within the bustier. She stretches behind and unfastens the bustier, allowing her heavy boobs to drop to their natural position, her nipples pointing straight at me with the areola crimson and wrinkled.
She moves towards me, leaning over so that her boobs hang free. She leans with her left hand on the right arm of my chair and reaches for my zipper. She plays with my zipper, unconsciously connecting with my prick and placing intimate pressure on my balls. Finally, she releases my glistening, erect cock from my trousers, but she doesn't stroke or ease my frustration in any way. Instead, she goes back to the chair and implants herself on her own finger; always staring at me with her eyes wide open and little gasps as she pleasures herself.
Then I wake up....................
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