Let me preface this by describing the main characters in my dream.
I am 21 years old, and I live in an apartment building about twenty minutes from New York City. I have light skin, brown eyes, and auburn hair that shags down to my shoulders. I wear it nicely. If you saw me, you wouldn’t think the hair looked out of place. I don’t have muscles, or flab, but I am light-weight, though my build is kind of stocky. I don’t have the biggest penis, and I am completely okay with that. It’s five inches when erect, and it has a thick girth.
My neighbor is one year younger than me. Let’s call her Candice. She lives in the apartment across the hall from mine. She has light skin, green eyes, and long black hair. Her body is slim, has a bit of flab, but it fits well on her. Candice is slightly curvy. Her hips suggest an hourglass figure, her thighs are smooth, and trace up to her butt, which is beautifully round and toned. Her breasts are also beautifully rounded, and big. Instantly noticeable.
So basically, I had a wet dream. Those are rare for me. I’ve had those maybe, twice in my life? Let me start by describing what happened during the day that influenced my dream. Oh, my (fake) name is James, by the way. I am going to use vulgar slang to describe our bodies now that we’ve passed the introduction.
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It was around 6:00 when I got home from the grocery store after work. It was late September, and I was still getting used to it being dark so early. When I got up to my floor, Candice came out of her apartment, holding two full bags of garbage. She was wearing a old t-shirt (It was loose-fitting, and looked worn out), shoes, and what especially stood out to me, tight sweat shorts. Her bare legs were fully visible. We exchanged a polite, how-are-you-doing smile as we passed each other. We don’t know each other well, and in the three years I’ve been living in this building, we’ve only exchanged a few words, like “Thanks,” when holding the elevator for each other, for example. Anyway, I knew it was wrong to look, but I looked at her ass as she walked down the hall. Her hips very slightly swayed from side to side as she walked. I felt myself getting horny watching her, but I shook myself out of it, and continued down the hall to my door.
Once inside, I relaxed on my couch. I took off my shoes, and loosened my belt and tie. I was about to turn on the TV when my mind jumped to thoughts of Candice. Ever since I first saw her, I’ve been attracted to her, like a moth to a light. I thought in my head, “WOW” when she greeted me to the building. For a few times since then, I’ve held romantic attraction to her, but by now, my sexual attraction had pretty much overridden everything else. I’ve probably masturbated to Candice thousands of times, and thought up various fantasies with her thousands of times more. I think she just oozes sexuality. I’ve always wanted to get to know her, because other than her physical looks, she seems genuinely fun and interesting, but I’ve never taken any chances. Despite living across from her, I rarely see her, much less have time to talk to her, since we both have jobs to go to.
Like I said earlier, I knew this was wrong, and I would be angry at myself later, but I went to the window and watched Candice walk to the dumpsters. Halfway across the parking lot, she stopped and put down the bags. From the looks of it, I guessed she was re-tying her shoelace. She stopped in front of a light shining from another building. She bent over, and for those ten glorious seconds, her full ass was on display. Her cheeks curved like two hills, where in between, the fabric tightened, accentuating the features of her vagina. Behind that one thin layer of fabric (She didn’t look to be wearing panties), was what I’ve practically worshiped for so long. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Those ten seconds felt like ten hours, but finally she stood back up, picked up the bags, and continued towards the dumpster. I watched her ass sway as she walked, totally hypnotized. I snapped back to reality, and got away from the window, so she wouldn’t see me looking at her. I felt my bulge pressing against my pants, and so I took them off. My penis stood straight out, so hard it kind of hurt.
I kept a rock hard erection for the rest of the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw. While I made dinner, I thought of Candice. While I watched TV, I thought of Candice. The only times I didn’t think of Candice were when I noticed I wasn’t thinking of her, which immediately brought her back to mind. I couldn’t masturbate because the next day was laundry day, which meant I had no clean towels or underwear, and I wasn’t about to go to the laundromat wearing underwear that reeked of cum. I was also out of paper towels, and had just ran out of toilet paper, so there was nothing I could use to clean up my cum. I alleviated the urges by slowly stroking my penis every now and then, but I made sure I didn’t do it too much, because I was so close to exploding. I decided to just go to sleep, and masturbate the next day, and I would have all day, because it was my day off.
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Here is where the dream started. I don’t remember all of it, since this all happened last year, but I do remember the most important parts. Each sequence was extremely vivid. I could hear, see, smell, and touch everything. I was in my bedroom, and Candice was on my bed, sitting with her legs open. She was wearing a gray sweater that made her breasts really pop out. Under that, she was completely naked from the waist down, and her vagina was dripping wet. She had a seductive smirk, and burning lust in her eyes. I crawled on the bed, and laid down between her legs. I felt and kissed her inner thighs, taking in the sweet taste of her skin. With my right hand, I felt up and down her thigh, it was so soft. With my left, I teased her vagina by lightly pulling on and twisting her lips. I stuck out my tongue and touched the tip to her clit, which caused her to let out a sigh. She took a deep breath and whispered, “More.”
I pressed my full tongue along her entire vagina, from her asshole to her pubic area. She let out a louder moan, then she placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed me deeper between her legs. As I ate her out, she continued moaning, getting louder as she edged closer to cumming. She closed her legs as she quivered. Finally, she squirted. It came spurting out, and my face ended up drenched. She tasted so delicious. I licked her clean, and we exchanged a slow, sensual kiss.
Suddenly I found myself outside. The scene was daytime, about late morning, and it was foggy. I stood in a place I didn’t recognize. I was surrounded by forest, and in front of me was a tall cement wall. It didn’t stretch up forever though; I could see the top, but not over it. Candice entered the scene from around the corner. She was wearing a black bikini and sunglasses, and my penis instantly shot up. She walked over to me, and pointed to the ground.
“On the ground,” she demanded.
I got on my knees, and she stood in front of me, her back facing me. She was wearing a thong. Her bare cheeks were just inches from my face. She leaned against the wall, and said,
“Eat my ass, and don’t hold back.”
That was the exact command I needed. I ripped off her thong and spread her cheeks. I jammed my tongue up her asshole, fiercely licking in and around. Candice let out loud moans dripping with pleasure. I was really letting loose. Her ass was so thick, I smacked her cheeks around and watched them jiggle. Candice seemed to like that, as she told me, “Harder!” I reached my hand as far back as I could, and with force, I swung down hard on her ass. She let out a loud gasp, and almost immediately a huge red mark formed. She smelled like heaven. I grabbed her cheeks and squeezed with one hand while I spanked her with the other. Then I fingered her while licking all over her ass, between her cheeks, along with her upper thighs, and the small of her back. I licked the area between her ass and vagina, but she stopped me, saying, “No. You already had my pussy. Now it’s my turn.”
Candice stood me up and leaned me against the wall. She crouched down, and took off her bra. Her breasts were amazing. Her nipples were flawless, and my mouth watered as I imagined myself sucking on them.
I asked her, “Can I touch?”
“Not until you’ve cummed on them.”
Candice unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down both the pants and underwear in one go. My penis sprung out, and the tip was glazed with precum. She licked her lips, then lifted my penis up with one finger. She started at my balls. She sucked on them for a moment, then licked from there, up the shaft, and to the top, where she kissed the head, sucking up the precum. The feeling was an intense tingle that radiated throughout my whole body. She chuckled. “You like that, don’t you?” I nodded. I was stunned. She put my penis in her mouth and started sucking. In short, it felt so good, beyond any measure. She tongue was tender, her mouth was warm, and when she looked up at me, her eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn’t control my moaning. Candice not only sucked, but licked everywhere until my entire genitalia was covered with her saliva. While she sucked, she tickled and tugged on my balls. Using her other hand, she rubbed her vagina.
When I edged closer, I breathed out, “I love you.”
Candice replied, “No, you don’t.”
She lowered me down. My penis so close to her breasts, not even an inch away. She jerked me harder and faster. Oh, wow, watching her breasts jiggle as she jerked me pushed me over the edge. I let out a rising moan. She said, “Now cum!”
I woke up to the best orgasm I had in ages.
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The sky was faint blue. Probably around 6:00. I just laid in bed, thinking about the dream. Because it was so vivid, and felt so realistic, I temporarily forgot about the real world, which made the first second after waking up confusing.
“Fuck,” I thought. My underwear was soaked.
I begun to feel sad, because of what Candice said in my dream. “No, you don’t.” Even if she only said that in my head, she was right. I didn’t love her. I only wanted her body. Multiple times over the years I tried thinking about her in more than just a sexual way. I’d force myself to feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I looked at her pictures, I’d tell myself to give her a compliment, and use that as a basis for asking her out, but it wasn’t true. I couldn’t lead her on if I didn’t intend to love her. I was fine with the idea of being friends, maybe friends with benefits, but anything past that didn’t feel genuine.
After I watched the sky get a little brighter, I got up. Using the cleanest towel I could find, I showered, making sure I washed off every bit of cum. I threw the underwear in the laundry, and ate my breakfast in the nude. Since it was Sunday, I thought I could get away with going out into town in sweatpants, so I put on a pair (I had to go commando), put on a t-shirt, and grabbed my laundry bag.
As I left my apartment, Candice came out of hers. She had a smile, and a bounce in her step. Her optimism was noticeable, and it just felt natural to say,
“Well, looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.”
She looked back at me and chuckled. “Thanks. Yeah, I feel good today. How about you?”
I thought it over for a second. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“That’s good,” she said. She walked ahead, and went to press the elevator button for me.
“Thanks,” I said. “Aren’t you coming too?”
“No,” she said. “That’s a huge bag you’re carrying. It looks like you’ll need all the space you can get.
I smiled. “Yeah. Have a good morning.”
“Thanks. You, too.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/51tz6h/the_wet_dream_i_had_of_my_neighbor_and_what_i