You slipped on a short tight blue jean skirt,conveniently leaving your panties behind and you pulled a tight white crop-top over your plumpbbraless ti...s, making sure your half-dollar size nipples were rock hard and pointing straight-out. And you stepped into a pair of black heels, completing the slut-look. You fluffed-up your hair and hurriedly applied some make-up, with some fire engine red lipstick, and went out the door. On the mile-long drive to the bar, you frigged your clit mercilessly,. Other times, I’m with someone else who later on in the dream becomes you. One way or the other, eventually it’s just you and I, my friend. Sometimes we’re by ourselves, at your little apartment or mine. Sometimes we’re out in public, at my work or with friends or even total strangers somewhere. The one single constant, the thing that makes this fall into the category of recurring dream, is that somehow, alone or in a crowd, my head always ends up between your smooth, pale widespread legs with. The boy in my mouth must have realised what was happening as he held my head fast while keeping his cock still in my mouth. I realised from the pulsing in his cock that he was starting to come. He slowly pulled his cock out of my throat and left it in my mouth and told me not to swallow. When he had finished spurting his cum in my mouth he told me to open my mouth and show him his spunk on under my tongue. I did so and he told me stay like that. He went to his hoodie jacket and took out a phone. I saw his hand reach under the sheets and he took hold of his cock. “You’re as beautiful as I imagined,” he said, softly. “Come here.” I walked over to the bed and he reached out his other hand and stroked my neatly trimmed pussy. It was surreal. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this guy to stroke my naked pubic hair. But he was gentle and it felt nice.“Pull back the sheets,” I said quietly. He did, and his large, throbbing cock sprang into view.I’d seen a few cocks in my time, but none.