When I fell asleep last night, my head was filled with visions of email security protocols and algorithms, a hangover from the weeklong conference on Business Collaboration Security I was attending.
I awoke slowly, it was still dark out, I could just make out the full moon through the draw curtains as my eyelids fluttered open. I moved minutely and my body presses against something soft and warm. I freeze, my heart beating heavy in my chest. I came to this conference alone. And I hadn’t invited company to my room. And then I smelled lilac, felt a soft hand touch and then hold my own.
Moonbeams now light a portion of the bed in a soft glow. I turn to my right and there you are naked on top of the sheets looking at me through beautiful eyes, a half smile painting your full lips.
Am I dreaming? I close my eyes and reopen them, but you are still there, curves, dreams, and intoxication. I should be concerned about who the fuck you are, but those thoughts are driven from my mind when your hand steals into shorts and gently starts to caress my cock, which it springs to life heedless of any danger. Our eyes meet in the faint light and you shift giving me full view of your heavy tits, the nipples standing at attention begging to be sucked, teased, bitten, pulled, twisted…