A Glimpse Becomes a Dream

You'd first been introduced by your girlfriend sometime during the mid 90's.

They'd been at university together and having graduated, were now sharing a house.

She was blonde, smiley, a nice sense of fun and great legs. She was 'boyfriend-ed' and the four of you would hang out at the girls' house most weekends.

You'd go to the pub in the evening, get up the next morning and then look at each other and go back to the pub! You'd drink and play darts and reluctantly go home in order for you boys to return to your respective homes late Sunday afternoon. Happy days!

You'd go to parties and weddings of mutual friends together and would often stay over in local hotels.

For one particular 'do' you'd all stayed at a large private hotel. The building's layout was based around some kind of central garden, so a lot of the rooms had full height windows facing inwards into this courtyard.

As usual when staying away you'd check out the view from the window, pulling back those glamorous net curtains to see what you could see -- there was always the chance of seeing others taking advantage of an overnight stay and being a little naughty!

The reception goes well, with lots of dancing and drinking and eventually everyone returns to their rooms and goes to bed.

You wake the next morning with the usual nagging hangover and take a shower and come back into the room -- your girlfriend taking her turn in the bathroom.

Wrapped in just a towel you go to the window to look out and scan the windows -- always an opportunity for a cheeky innocent 'flash'! You never know who might be watching as they go through the same morning routine.

You notice a curtain twitch and then a blonde woman appear right in the window, looking out in the same way as yourself.

Adjusting your focus, you realise who it is -- it's her, your girlfriends' house mate!

Her hair down and tousled, she holds the sheer curtain loosely across her body, in an attempt at covering herself, but you can see her bare shoulders and from your distance away it looks as though she could be topless.

You stand there. Should you watch? This was one of your friends after all? Caving to your naughty side, you watch discretely.

She turns the catch and opens the top part of her window slightly, pulling the silky material of the curtain more tightly across her body as she does so. The action of her opening the window causes the sheet curtain fabric to pull more tautly, the outline of her breasts becoming more obvious, revealing the darkness of her nipples, hardening from the chill of the outside air -- she pulls the fabric more closely around herself.

With your girlfriend coming back in to the room at any moment you listen back to your room -- you can still hear the shower running. Ok, you've still got time, and turn to look back out at her.

She's still there, looking around innocently, taking in the fresh air. The morning breeze has wrapped the curtain loosely around her long shapely legs and hips -- the light from inside the room defining her silhouette. Your gaze drifts upwards and you notice the gap between her thighs and the area of darkness between.

You feel your cock pulse and push against the restraints of the towel wrapped around your waist. Goodness, she's gorgeous.

The sound of water still running from the bathroom, your towel offers little resistance to your erection. You pull back your curtain, heart beating with excitement, hoping that she might notice you from across the courtyard...

In the few seconds it takes you to find her window again, she's gone. The window empty, the sheer curtain now unoccupied and blowing gently in and out in the breeze.

Aroused, you go down to breakfast and make a joke to her boyfriend that you'd seen her at the window.

Curiously he asks quite firmly what you'd seen.

Now, this has always stuck with you as to what he meant -- perhaps she was actually naked?

You joke and say it was only a fleeting glance or something along those lines.

Time ticks on, and similar social weekends happen; the usual visits for dinner or weekends at each other's houses and flats.

There was never any direct flirtation or element of fancying -- it was just a case of nice people who got along with each other. You got on because you were all similar and enjoyed each other's company.

But... the vision of her from this innocent glimpse, in this state of vague undress coupled with your imagination all added up to a memory that you'd carry with you always.

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Years later, after relationship changes, children, re-locating to different areas of the UK etc., you are at home. It's November-ish and your wife has gone out. You've been enjoying some wine by the fire and begin to feel playful. With no-one at home for hours this was a nice opportunity for a cheeky play.

For some reason the 'hotel window' memory had popped up in a dream that week and manifested itself into a considerably saucier scenario!

Fuelled by the wine, and being horny and alone, you send her, your blonde friend, a text message (in those days before smart phones.) You haven't been in touch for a while, but still had in each other your respective address books.

There's a good chance she's not even be in or might not see the message until another time, but she messages back almost straight away. After some catching up you take the plunge and tentatively mention your naughty dream.

You play it cool and suggestively mention that she'd been 'bad' in it.

Secretly hoping she'd respond in the manner you'd hoped, but anticipating that this might get you into trouble, you wait nervously for the reply...

A message ultimately pings in, with the response: 'Was I very bad?'

Clearly having piqued her interest and her naughty side, you take this as approval and begin to describe the dream:

Later that morning after the actual hotel 'window glimpse' and having seen them both at breakfast, her boyfriend is now packing the car to go home.

You go to their room to help with some extra bags. You knock at the door and walk straight in. It's ajar as the boyfriend is in and out, loading the car. Presuming that she's in the bathroom you pick a bag up off the bed and turn to leave.

The bathroom door opens and she steps out, dressed in black bra, knickers and stockings and strides towards you.

Placing a finger to her lips, urging you to remain silent she pushes you back so that you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

Standing before you, you breathe in how sexy she looks. You take in her pale skin, her trim figure, the way her lingerie fits her, complimenting, accentuating, downright sexy. You've never seen her like this before.

Leaning on your shoulders she moves one leg either side of yours and leans in, her bra-clad breasts tantalisingly close to your face.

A smile curves her lips, the control clearly exciting her.

As this was a dream there was no sense of conscience or 'doing the right thing' so you move your hands onto her bum, skimming her cheeks across the satin feel of her knickers. A soft gasp escapes her lips and goose bumps appear on her skin.

Your fingers run down her sides onto her stomach, turning your fingers over so that your nails rake her skin, marking her slightly. You continue down the edges of her knickers teasingly close to her untouched pussy, you linger and then continue downwards, brushing the inside of her thighs.

While you text you relax back into your sofa, your hand resting on your burgeoning erection through your jeans. You know full well that you'll need better access very soon.

Leaning forwards you place delicate kisses onto her stomach, from just below her boobs down to the tops of her knickers. You place your mouth over her pussy and breathe out deeply-- the heat of your breath touching her, warming her.

You kiss, running a deliberately teasing finger between the lips of her silk covered pussy, gently at first and then more firmly, your thumb positioned over her clit.

She lets out a sigh.

Sharply pulling the material to one side you run your fingers between her shaved lips, parting her, feeling her heat, her wetness released and coating your fingertips.

Pushing slightly harder, you find 'her' and push a finger and then another into her, feeling her tighten around them. Gently withdrawing, releasing more of her silky juices, you run your fingers back over her exposed and swollen clit and gently caress her.

You move a hand up to cup her breast, her large pink areola visible through the sheer panels of her bra, feeling her nipples harden beneath the lacy fabric.

She looks down at you and smiles, her blonde hair long and damp from the shower, the slight natural waviness re-appearing as it dries.

With each section of the dream description being slowly typed out and sent in short sentences, the sexual tension becomes almost breathtaking and immensely exciting -- you await a response to each section before continuing with the next.

You've now given in and unbuckled your belt, your cock full and hardening with the excitement. You run your fingers over the material of your shorts, the head of your cock appearing over the waist band, each deliciously sexy sentence delivered on the pressing of the SEND button, causing you to ache and grow.

With the risk of being caught by her returning boyfriend, she kneels before you. Tracing the outline of your cock through your jeans, she bends to kiss you and seductively undoes the buttons on your jeans.

So sexy and in control -- you've never seen this side of her before. So intent and confident.

With your jeans dealt with, her eyes widen and she grins at the bulge so evident before her. The cock, that is so perfectly hard and erect and all caused by her, ready for her.

Her small hand delicately grasps you, finally releasing you from your boxer shorts. With a knowing smile she wraps a cool hand around your cock, slowly wanking you, with the assurety of knowing exactly the right places to hold, to dwell on, to caress, her grip widening as you become more aroused.

Fuck! You really can't believe how amazing this is feeling. A heady mix of erotic and dangerous. Sitting back on your sofa, your jeans now in a pile on the floor, your shorts around your ankles. Gently stroking back and forth your other hand clutching your phone. Your cock feels heavy and thick -- powerful even, the head exposed, smooth and shiny, the excitement of the story making you as full and hard as ever, feeling almost lightheadedly horny.

Holding you, she kisses the tip, her lips pink as she takes you into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your exposed head, lapping at the delicately sensitive skin. The warmth and wetness of her willing mouth is amazing. You've never had anyone do this before and the best thing of all is she wants to do this.

You groan with an aching pleasure. She is beautiful, you're in her mouth and for now, she's yours.

Releasing you, she stands back up and with total confidence, pulls her knickers to one side and straddles you. You feel the silky brush of her stockings and then the soft flesh of her inner thighs lightly touching you, sending shivers of desire across your skin. Reaching down she takes your cock, guiding the head to the moist lips of her now soaking pussy.

Finding just the right place -- this part is always the most delicious for you, she slowly begins to lower herself, relishing your girth and length. The pressure of your size pushing into her tight, wet, cunt. That feeling of adjustment, the look on her face... of lust and wanting.

You look up at her, her eyes closing as her pussy accepts you, stretching exquisitely, accommodating you, her inner lips gripping your cock, taking your hard length, stretching and inching deliciously into her freshly showered pussy.

The sense of her dominating, being in control, enjoying the feeling of taking what she wants, demanding how she wants it, is something you've never experienced before with anyone.

The way she wants it at this point is long, slow and hard.

You really hope that all of this is working for her too. Hoping that your sensuous, sometimes explicit descriptions and playful imagination and with so much based on actually knowing her, are arousing her too.

With the frankness of all of the vocabulary you've used to describe the dream, to describe in reality what is your private fantasy about her and what you'd like to do with her, to her, you bravely ask if she's wet?

This feels different. This is the first, direct and personal question you've asked... up and until now you've just been telling a story with the occasional 'keep going' from her.

She messages back saying that she is...

Fuck! What a compliment! You've always loved to know if your words were good enough to turn someone on and this is usually the thing that tips you over the edge.

Imagination running wild (and that is what it is for after all), you hope that she too has positioned herself comfortably, her hand running over a nipple, feeling it harden to her touch. Or perhaps dipping inside her jeans to rub herself finding herself delightfully wet... or perhaps lying back on her bed, naked, legs wide, lips parted, soaking...

Gulp!

You reach behind her and unclip her bra. Her firm boobs now free from their lacy confines -- her nipples dark and erect, sensitive and aching to be touched. You brush them with the palms of your hands, they are so hard. Taking each between thumb and forefinger, you pull, pinching lightly and then twisting more firmly... looking and listening for sounds of enjoyment and encouragement.

She moans with pleasure.

Positioned enticingly in front of your mouth, you move forwards and take each stiff pink nipple in turn into your mouth. You suck hungrily, drawing each deeply into your mouth, drumming with the flat of your tongue before nipping playfully with your teeth.

She groans again, continuing to lower herself down onto you, inch by inch... teasing herself, savouring every delicious sensation.

With your cock, deeply and totally inside her, you can feel your balls against her soft bum cheeks. She begins to ride you, her back arched, breasts jiggling. Her hips rising and falling as she takes you in and out of her over and over.

You kiss hungrily, tongues probing, finding each other's. You reach down to her pussy. Lips already widened and parted from you being inside her, her clit, swollen and aching, you rub in unison with her thrusts until you feel her reach that point when she has to submit to her mind, her body and let go.

Riding you furiously, she fucks you, taking you hard, relentlessly using every inch of you to give herself pleasure. Feeling totally filled she holds onto you tightly, her pussy muscles gripping you, taking from you as much as you are about to give to her. Silent until now, she calls out your name as her orgasm rips through her.

With a huge groan it is your turn. Turning her over she is now lying back on the bed. You remove her sopping wet knickers and drop them to one side and spread her legs.

Wearing only the stockings, you bury your face in her pussy. Holding her lips apart you plunge your tongue into her. She moans. You bury three fingers into her used sopping cunt and begin to lap at her clit.

Her initial orgasm having subsided, her second is soon to appear. Gripping onto the bed covers she thrashes, one hand forcing your head into her as her second orgasm quickly overtakes her, feeling hergrip of your fingers relax and her breathing slow as the moment subsides.

She smiles, a little tired, but looking very fulfilled.

Already soaking, you slip inside her again, the angle of you and your cock different this time. Slowly, easing in and out, you fuck her, watching your thick cock disappear between her pink, swollen pussy lips.

Momentum builds, your thrusts increasing until you cry out loudly, the pent-up ache in your balls and the excitement in your stomach, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep inside this gorgeous woman.

With the dream story at its literal climax you are in a complete state of arousal -- a total mess! Heart fluttering, hot and semi-naked you'll do anything. You've literally had the most erotic text sex with a close friend and there's only one fitting finalé...

You ask if she minds if you cum?

Not even sure if she thought you were playing while messaging, the fact that you've asked permission is both sexy and strangely honourable. Does she WANT you to cum? Would she like you to cum? Will she ALLOW you?

You kind of liked being 'told' and the sense of denial was a powerful way of creating desire. Will she actually be shocked by your suggestion? After all, this is only a story -- not actually 'us'?

Seconds pass. The small green LCD screen lights up.

Typical of her sense of humour she replies: LOL -- how would she know anyway?!

You tell her that you are going to. After the constant flow of back and forth of messages the room is now strangely silent apart from the crackle of the fire -- the frantic, naughty, erotic excitement now becoming more solitary.

Being on the edge and so close to cumming over the past hour, with all of the teasing and build up it doesn't take long before you reach 'that' point -- that point when you can stop and start, edging the sensation until you feel that you have to let go.

You message her to tell her.

You don't really want it to end; the fantasy, the honesty, the revelations, the sharing have all been wonderful.

Unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your bare chest you lie back. One hand cupping and gently pulling on your balls, the other gripping your cock perfectly you feel that sweet spot of an orgasm arrive. You're going to go with it.

With a final few long confident strokes, you cum, shatteringly hard, releasing spurt after spurt of warm white cum onto your chest and stomach.

The following morning with the red wine having turned into a slightly sore head you realise how forward you've been and feel a little ashamed.

You re-read the message thread and become aroused again. You tentatively message to check in with her and see how she is. She says there's nothing to worry about and suggests you delete the thread. You leave it there with a sense of relief...

But deep down it was SO exciting. Hugely naughty and you want to do it again...