She’d been asleep for a little while, peacefully. Suddenly she heard some noise at the front door. Then, the noise stopped – kids messing around, she thought. Ian lived 20 minutes away and it was 2 am, why would he be here? Her mind took her back to the day she gave Ian her spare key – she had it sitting in the middle of her bra. She let him unwrap her, kissing and touching as he did. Until he got to the key. She went back to sleep peacefully, and hard, shutting off to the world around her.
It was, in fact, Ian. He’d been wanting to surprise her, perhaps become a kind of ethereal dream, only real. He’d realized he made quite a bit of noise putting the key in the door. He was so nervous he was either going to wake her or going to scare her to death. He got it in, then stopped, giving it long enough for her to go back to bed. After about 20 minutes, he turned the key and went in. He took off his clothes as silently as he could – she slept naked, after all, so it shouldn’t be too hard. He went into the bedroom and slipped under the covers behind her. He wrapped his arm around her to get at her clit. He touched it and she oozed, then let out a pleasured sigh. After rubbing her clit for a solid 2 minutes, he moved his fingers and put them in her, working to stretch her out so there wouldn’t be pain.
Her dream was pleasant – she was in a bookstore, just browsing when she bumped into this guy. He wasn’t extradinary, really, but he was kind and warm and direct. He kept looking over her way until she walked over to him and kissed him. “Why’d I do that,” she wondered to herself. But in the middle of her thought realized that he’d kissed back. In the middle of this store, they took a chair, made out for a bit. She took him back to her house – neat and tidy and all the things that her real house usually wasn’t. He started licking her clit, getting it nice and wet, she let out a pleasured sigh. It felt good, after all. She started drifting away from the dream into another one. One where Ian was there, behind her, caressing and kissing her and using his fingers in all of the most wonderful places.
He realized that she was in the state right between awake and asleep. He pushed his dick into her, feeling her tightness and wetness wrap around him. This was a different kind of wet, one he hadn’t felt before. She must have been feeling euphoric. He thrusted, grabbed her tit, muffled his sounds. He felt himself thumping her ass with every stroke, felt the jiggle of it, proving just how deep he was getting. When she moaned, “mmmm ffuck,” he completely lost control of himself and shot himself all inside of her. Then, he slipped out, got dressed, kissed her on the forehead, and left.
She got up the next morning feeling like she had the best sex of her life…in a dream. She messaged Ian and told him all about this wild dream she had and how hot it was, that she wanted it to be real. He responded, “Glad I’m the best sex you had…in a dream. Lol”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fgpfdc/dream_girl_mf
Sleeping sex. Haven’t read this kind of story in a while. Thanks for posting.