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Blue green grass in the pale moonlight, it feels damp under my feet. A strange place, I know him, but where from? Have a nice night, a summer night. A lurk wind blows over my bare body. I feel how he strokes me and surrounds me and a pleasant feeling spreads out in me.
The breath of wind becomes warm, solid men’s hands.
They gently paint over my back, along my shoulders. I feel his warm breath on my neck and a shiver through the body . I feel a strange warmth deep inside.
Whispered words, kisses on my bare shoulder. His hands stroke my hips, my stomach. My abdominal muscles twitch under his touch. I lean back back on my neck, close my eyes and feel it, his body, his warmth.
Among his Finger it starts to burn my skin and I want..
Beeeeeeeb! I hate my alarm clock! Why can’t I dream of this dream once? 5:45 a.m. … Friday. I already said that I hate my alarm clock? This Beeep is the worst sound that I know. Ok … ok ..
Get up … to the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror. Aha…
I don’t know you … But I’ll wash you anyway. Brushing your teeth … tighten … tighten ..
KAF-Feinten … mhm. (Brummel) A short time later, it is 6:40 a.m. and I sit in my accessible part and light my first cigarette. While the landscape and the villages pass on my window, I think about my dream.
Who was he?
Maybe the end 40-ger that sits at an angle every morning … Mhm … an academic-type … with gray temples ..
conscientiously, solid … boring. Or the guy with the worn out jeans, on the other side of the compartment, … and the beer flag in the morning at 7:00 a.m? Neeeeeee! Creep! The Train becomes slower, first stopover.
The doors open and the compartment fills up. Always the same – bored, sleepy, grumpy faces. The seats are rare. I look out the window again.
Someone faces me. Well … let’s see who this time.. Oups ..
how nice! Dark hair … dark eyes and a dimple on the chin. It itch to touch me in the fingers of this dimple. The guy makes it comfortable and closes your eyes.
Mhm … how would it be the dream continued.?I’m looking out of the window again … and start dreaming. Hands on bare skin, kisses on my shoulder. I lift my arms and grab back.
Stroke over his dark hair. It costs my neck, drives with his Tongue slowly over him. My pulse is getting faster. His hands spread higher to my breasts, circle my buds until they straighten up.
They tingle and pulsate.
He comprises them more firmly and starts massaging them. Ah … a wonderful feeling.
I imagine how I slowly turn to him. His eyes glow and I run the risk of burning in it. My hands caress his upper body and I feel his muscles under my fingers … his stomach.
He’s big, bigger than me. I wonder how it tastes good. My lips approach his upper body. I put my hands around his neck and bend his head to me.
I break on my chest in a light kiss, stand on my toes and kiss his neck, drive with my tongue over his larynx, feel his pulse, up to his chin and over his dimple. Mhm … it tastes of summer meadow and salt. My fingers dig into his hair and grab a little firmer.
He gets closer and my breasts press against him. I feel how he strokes my back and over my buttocks. He encompasses it and presses me hard on himself. His pulsating shaft presses hot and hard against my stomach and I feel a hot pulling in my pelvis.
The pull becomes a throb and I want more, much more.
The train suddenly stands and I wonder if I have already dreamed of my target station. A frightened look out of the window … Aha … no ..
not yet. I only have to get out at the next train station. The guy still sits opposite me. He twitches a little and quickly looks out of the window.
Apparently it is not his end station either, because he can fall back relieved and closes his eyes again. A pity! He looked cute with his frightened look. I look out of the window again and my gaze clouds. … his hands are still on my buttocks, grip more and I feel how he is slowly raising me.
I reach for his shoulders and look for a stop. He prevents his head and kisses me. I clasp his hips with my legs and he presses me more firmly. He glides very slowly into me …
His hardness and heat in me make me shiver. With his teeth he bites in my shoulder … starts to suck. He slowly glides out of me again.
I put my head back and close my eyes with delight. He brings back hard and quickly and I snap for air.
My counterpart suddenly looks at my eyes with a strange look … whether he probably noticed something?I can’t suppress a smile and he then looks at me even more strangely. The smile becomes a grin.
He grins back.
I look at his lips and wonder how it would be to be kissed by him. The train becomes slower again. I sigh, I really couldn’t suppress it, and he grins even broader at me. He definitely noticed something.
I have to grin again. Well, I think, a shame, really a shame. During the train I take my things and go to the door. A shame.
I get out, stop briefly and look around. My eyes are looking for the window on which I was sitting and the guy waves me mischievously. I raise my hand to say goodbye and leave the train station. The gray everyday life has me again and I make my way to the office.
Maybe the guy is back on Monday? Again I have to grin. Isn’t it a nice day?
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