Came out with a bathrobe, i stared at her for quite a long time. She was so scared and immediately took her clothes and again went to the wash room to...change. Her dress was so exposing, a very small skirt and a sleeveless top. I can clearly see her belly button. When she came out, our food was ready. We had a nice time while eating. I had a glass of beer also. Although i offered her one glass, she denied. After our dinner, we had a casual talk about our hospital life, friends and all. I was. “Silky soft...so eager,” the voice chuckled.“Please,” I whispered.I did not want this dream to end. It had been a long time since I felt a man's hands on my body, even if they were dream hands. Pushing off my alertness, I tried to remain in my dreamy state.I could feel his thumbs massaging my outer lips in a circular motion. With each rotation, he pulled them open. In an essence, he was using my labia to stimulate my clit and doing a very good job of it. Every so often, he would cease the. But pleasurable? Of course. One hand still massaging my entire mound, I unzipped my skirt and stood up, letting it fall smoothly down my legs. My simple shirt was next, easy to pull off. I sat back down in only my panties and bra, looked briefly back at the story I was reading, and decided to stop. My own mind was plenty to fuel me now. In my imagination, I rubbed my hand around my man’s long, hard, cock, luxuriating in the feeling of its firmness beneath my fingers. As I began to move up. Well, it was quite a surprise; no plastic models, not burly men, and certainly no tattoos.Having agreed to try it out, we went up to our room and took our time working up to the main event. There was a definite frisson in the air, and I was fairly wound up by the time he wrapped his arms around me and undid each button on my top, slowly and methodically while I could hear his heavy breath in my ear. I guess he was wound up too.Slipping the top over my shoulders and off my arms, he quickly and.