Having just turned 40, I never thought I would wake up through the night to a mess in my boxers from having had a wet dream. It’s happened twice lately, the earlier time was less lucid but I could feel it happening and the sensation was so very good. The second time I was more lucid, could tell I was hard as could be, and could actually understand where I was in the dream, which rarely happens to me with regular dreams even. I’m not sure, but I suspect part of it is being in a very vanilla situation in bed and a pining for something more in some regards. I don’t imagine I’m the only one in this boat, but there it is. The dream sequence itself started off in a way that made sense, I have recently applied for a new job within my organization and the dream kicked off with me showing up for my interview.
I’m told my interview starts at 10, I tend to be 10-15 minutes early for something like this, and dress as well as I can. I show up and I notice the receptionist is quite pretty and there’s this air about her. Reminds me of a petite blonde ex that has always been my “one I let slip away”, the feelings, tenderness and passion and respectful desire we had for each other… just amazing ontop of just being great and naturally ourselves with each other. That’s in the past now and the feelings aren’t the same. Anyway…
The receptionst is behind her L shaped generic office desk and we get talking a little bit and she’s making eyes a little bit. Instead of asking me to sit, knowing I’m there interviewing for an IT job, asks if I can help her with the wires under her desk because her feet keep getting tangled. She says this while doing a little grinding wiggle in her chair. I, of course, oblige. She backs away from her desk to let me under, but then she slaps my butt to get me all the way under and slides her chair back in… I start to see what the plan is here because her cables are fine.
I’m tall, so I do my best to get into the expected position as she starts to open her legs and reveal that she isn’t wearing any panties under her skirt. She rolls her chair further under her dest now that her legs are open and I know what I need to do, as my pants are getting tighter. I kiss my way up one thigh, then back down, up the other and back down. As I do that she starts getting herself closer to the edge of her seat for me. I can see her glistening, I can see her lips are ready, her clit is ready. She has a nice set of slightly larger lips. Perfect, my favourite. I spread them with my tongue and go straight to her clit, licking and sucking gently. I slide my tongue back over to her lips and I grip them gently in my lips and tug. I can tell she is struggling to not let out a whimper.
I have no idea what time it is. How close it is to my interview time. No one is coming by her desk yet, that’s good. The L shape of it hides me, but still. I can’t see her face, but I’m trusting her to not make what is going on between her legs obvious. As I lay in bed lightly and lucidly sleeping I can feel how hard I am – throbbing without stroking myself at all. The dream is so close to real, the images are familiar, I can sense everything, I can taste her sweet cum.
I keep licking, kissing, and sucking her lips and clit. I’m pressing more firmly to her as I do. I can tell how infot this she is. She puts a hand on my head to keep me right where I am for a moment, then lets up. My tongue spreads her lips and traces down to her opening and I feel her tension in trying to keep from moaning. I circled around her opening and she losens. I hear a short but deep breath. Then I hear footsteps, her thighs clamp on my head and I can only hear what is going on very muffled. The footfalls stop at her desk. It’s the manager. She asks where the interview candidate is. Her breath short and tight she tells the manager the first part of the interview is near its climax and the manager snickers and replies “I thought so, you are looking very flush. If he passes I’ll be in boardroom C when he’s ready.”
Knowing I have time, and once my head is free from her thighs, I keep licking the cum that is now pouring out of her. I lick and lick and there’s more coming she’s so worked up. I follow the trail of it further down, cleaning her cum up. There isn’t much room but I think I can lift her legs higher and tilt her back. There is enough room, and I can. I lick further and furhter back, clean the cum off her butthole. I circle it and the sharp moan and whimper returns, she losens and tightens pulsing with pleasure. In my bed I am throbbing harder and harder, I can feel the warmth of the blood flowing to my hard dick, my head exposed from the hood of my foreskin, the precum is clinging to the inside of my boxers.
I slide my tongue along her and back to her lips, I spread them and start sucking her clit and then circle it with my tongue. She tenses up and squeezes hard agains my head between her legs. Both hands push down on me. I can tell she’s close. I can tell I’m close. I start circling harder and more precises, I can feel my beard getting wetter and wetter as her cum is building up. I feel her vibrating and I start sucking her clit and licking it. She’s so tense, so close. And then she releases. Her legs to limp, her hands are now resting on my head. She exhales and I drink her up careful not to overdo it on her clit, I lap up her cum from her lips and in bed I can feel myself starting to load up, the throbbing is so hard, I can feel my cum building at my base and I can feel it boiling and climbing up my shaft with each throb teasing it out. As it approaches my head it stops, it waits, it builds. Then release, I can feel it shooting out of me and into my boxers, I can feel the warmth and satisfaction of my load. My body relaxes and I wake for a moment, moan quietly, and drift back to sleep to clean up in the morning.
This experience was so intense, I wish I could have it more but I suspect I cannot just charm a wet dream into being. I’ve had plenty of sex dreams in my time, but nothing like this last wet dream. Apparently my body still has some surprises in store for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l7xktv/my_wet_dream_at_40