She lived with a couple of friends in an apartment uptown. I was shocked by the way she answered the door. She had on a tight pair of tapered leather ...ants with a tight tank top and her leather jacket. I thought my cock would get hard right there, but I managed to fight off the erection. She had on lots of make-up and lipstick, with her dangly earrings and her hair fixed just right. She looked like the absolute epitome of the high fashion biker slut."Hi there," she greeted me. "I'll be ready in. "Sure. Come on," Niven said, slipping from her stool. "I feel a lot more comfortable in my own place."She started to walk out the door, and Mark, after finishing his drink, hurried after her. The bar tender watched them with increasing interest. That blonde pussy really knew how to get what she wanted, almost as though she had been planning this. If there was anything the bartender liked, it was women who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to go out and get it. Women's Lib had done some. One big change was the night I was in the dream for the first time. I was lying, naked on a sandy beach. She was standing over me, watching. My dick was visible and I could see it was hard and ready. But the lady made no move toward me and it seemed I could not move or speak. As always the dream was short and that was all I saw. I continued to awaken with a pounding erection after each dream. But I never came during one.The dream slowly progressed. After several instances of just watching me. This was the room where she had become nothing more then a lusting animal and sucked at his steel-hard cock almost greedily. And now she felt her mouth again begin to involuntarily salivate and she knew she wanted to suck Bill now, suck him even as she had her sadistic neighbor: but she knew that she could not, not unless he tried something first. She dared not to do anything that would reveal to her husband that she had been unfaithful. She knew she never could let him know about George and.