Daydream fantasy story time
A few days ago I was sitting in on my back porch enjoying the afternoon breeze when I fell asleep. In my dream I fantasized about meeting up with Melissa at a prearranged location. We drove to a nice private spot and she smiled and put her hair up in a bun, got on her knees in the floor of the car while I (like a kid on Christmas morning) unwrapped my favorite business tool. She then proceeded to rub her tonsils on every inch I could erect, the bigger it grew, the deeper she took it. She performed a combination of tongue flicking, hand stroking and sucking all while keeping a tight seal with her lips. Up and down, like an old fashioned water pump. I could hear her spit sloshing like a washing machine as her moans buzzed through my torso. My hips bucked and I grasped her hair and thrusted into her mouth uncontrollably until I gave one last supreme thrust into her. I shot and shot and shot a heavy load. She never hesitated and took everything I had and sucked it clean. She swallowed most of it because it was already too far down to spit out. The scene faded and I woke up back in my lawn chair with the neighbor mid-sentence saying something over the fence about heat and humidity. I agreed and walked back into the house, legs quivering.
