Dreams Do Come True

By Jess

I had been staring at him for awhile now. There was something about him, something that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. I knew he would be here tonight. The only reason I was here, again, like every Saturday. I had been watching him for a few weeks now. Always too shy to talk to him, just admiring him from afar. I knew him, knew what his profession was. He never noticed me though, I did not give him the chance. The only time I was close to him was when he made me come while I was watching his movies. No guy has ever made me that hot without even touching me, without even being in the same room. I fantasize about him, knowing it will never be more than that – just a fantasy.

Realizing how stupid I am to keep dreaming about a guy I will never have a chance with, I decide to go outside and get some fresh air. The chilly air hits my heated body, makes me shudder. I lean against the rough wall wondering if I should go home and just forget about everything. Knowing deep down that you could never forget a guy like him. Suddenly I hear the door of the club open. I look up and see a dark figure coming my way. I try to blend into the shadows, never wanting to be noticed, like always. As the person comes closer, I can tell that it is a man. He steps into the light of a street lamp. In the faint light I can see that it is him. What is he doing here, I ask myself. He keeps coming my way. He stops close to me, staring into my eyes. His eyes are mesmerizing, even in the dark alley. I take a deep breath and whisper his name, Derrick. He just looks at me. I keep asking myself if this was a dream, a creation of my mind.

I realize that this is very real as he pulls me flush against him in a swift motion. I can feel his hard body against mine. His strong muscles unyielding to my soft curves. He feels perfect to me, absolute bliss. If a simple touch like this one can get me in a frenzy, I am not sure if I can even take more. He presses his lips to mine roughly yet softly at the same time. His kisses are sensual, pure ecstasy. I cannot suppress the moan that wants to leave my mouth. He uses the opportunity to sneak his tongue between my willing lips. I want more, his kisses are addictive. Does he even know what he is doing to me, how he sets my body on fire.

Never go anywhere with a stranger, that is what my mother used to tell me. Yet I find myself sitting in a car with one. I cannot help it though, I wanted this for weeks now. He is looking at the street. His right hand on my left knee, squeezing it, making me squirm in my seat. I long to feel his hands on my naked body, making me feel things I have never experienced before. Just a little longer. After a few more minutes he pulls into a driveway. He leans over, grabs my neck and gives me a quick kiss before getting out of the car. He comes around and opens my door. Come on, he says. I follow him. I have no other choice, my body is his slave, willing to do everything he wants. I already knew he would be no selfish lover, how could he be.

He leads me upstairs, to his bedroom. When I see his bed, I start doubting myself. Would I be enough for him, could I make him happy, would he be disappointed. All doubts leave my mind as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind and starts kissing my neck. I could not take this torture any longer. I had to see him, touch him, taste him. No words were spoken. It was not necessary. We start to undress each other. Slow, painfully slow. I cannot take this any longer. My body is ready for him, ready for what he has to give. There is no place left untouched, on his and my body. My tongue is tracing his tattoos, his fingers are caressing my hard nipples. I can feel the wetness pool between my legs, his hard cock on my left thigh. I have never been so ready in my whole life.

He lays on his back, pulls me on top of him. I slowly let myself sink on his hot dick. It burns me. We both keep still for a moment, savouring the feeling of being connected. My pussy clenches around him, never wanting to let him go. His hands grab my hips hard as we start to move as one. Up and down, deeper and deeper. We look into each others eyes, getting closer and closer to completion. I never want this to end. The feeling of him filling me so deep. Our breathing gets heavier, our movements more frantic. After a few more rough trusts, I feel myself coming. Moaning his name loudly, Derrick. He follows me after a few seconds. I collapse on his sweaty chest, struggling for breath. We lay there for awhile, collecting our thoughts, digesting everything that happened during the last hours. I roll down and snuggle into his strong arms, knowing that this will not last. We both fall asleep.

I wake up. It is dark. I do not know where I am. I realize that there is a warm body lying next to me. I turn around and see him, sleeping peacefully. I stare at him for a few minutes, trying to memorize every little detail. I get up carefully and collect my things. Fully dressed I stand next to his bed, looking down at him. I have to smile. This has been a great night. More than I imagined, better than I could have hoped for. I do not know where this leaves us. I know one thing though. I will be there again, next Saturday, watching him from afar. Hoping that this was just the beginning, knowing that dreams do come true.