4 comments/ 22186 views/ 5 favorites He Sleeps... By: musicalchick He Sleeps..... This Morning I am at a communal breakfast table in a large house trying to tuck into scrambled egg on toast with enthusiasm. I am on an outdoor activity weekend for people wanting to get fit. This has never been one of my priorities in life, and I am feeling uncertain about the whole thing. There seems to be a mixture of men and women, all of a similar age (in our 30's or early 40's). Some of the others seem to know each other, but I do not know anyone so I am sitting quietly. I tell a lie actually. There is one person here that I feel I know quite well, but I must not think about that... When we all arrived yesterday evening, I spotted a gorgeous man across the room. It was his smile I noticed first, as it lit-up his whole face. He was modestly tall with short dark hair and he just seemed to have an infectious presence about him. I found myself smiling right at him unselfconsciously and he smiled back. Later in the evening, I caught him glancing over at me. I am small and dark and not unpleasing to look at I think. To my dismay, before it got late I saw him put his drink down and make his way towards the door, clearly leaving. He paused briefly as he walked past me and smiled. "Goodnight," was all he said. Let me tell you what happened late last night. Actually, I may just re-run this in my mind just as it happened for my own pleasure whilst I attack my breakfast.... The Middle of the Night I wake in the early hours of the morning, stretch and wonder where I am for a moment. Of course, I am in my small room. I am at the fitness weekend. I arrived yesterday evening. After spending a few more moments pondering on my own madness at enrolling on such a thing, the inevitable cannot be put off. I need to find a bathroom. Great. I pull a long T-shirt over my head to preserve my dignity, and tentatively open my bedroom door. The corridor is long and ill-lit, but I know the bathroom is a little way along on the left. I count the doors I pass on the way so as to find my way back as the door numbers are difficult to see in this light. I still feel half asleep, but deal with my bathroom needs and begin to make the trek back to my room. I pause. Did I count the number of doors correctly? I must have done as the bedroom door upon me reaching it opens easily. I shut the door quietly behind me and then halt with a start. There is just a soft night light glowing to shed a little light in the room. This is not my room! There is a man stretched out fast asleep on the bed! I stand frozen, embarrassed, wondering if I can turn around and sneak out without being noticed. I can't help but look at the sleeping figure. It is the man who smiled at me the evening before. I am mesmerised. I just stand and stare..... He sleeps. It is the middle of the night. It is warm so he has pushed the bedclothes to one side. He lies stretched out in blissful slumber, arms stretched above his head, snoozing deeply. He has a beautiful body with strong looking arms, a firm looking chest, a modest amount of body hair. I watch for a while. He is a tired man who probably lives his life to the full. I should not wake him. I cannot wake him! His chest gently rises and falls, his breathing is regular, his thoughts and dreams far away. I want to stroke him. I want to kiss him. I must not wake him. I should leave immediately. I cannot leave yet. I move very slowly to the bed and sit down very gently. He does not move. Good. Very softly, I stroke his hair in a soothing fashion, hardly touching. He mutters in his sleep, then his regular breathing continues. I run my hand gently down his chest, stomach, and pause to look at his sleeping cock. My pulse quickens, but I breathe deeply, stay still and silent and continue to just look. I reach out carefully and run one finger over his balls. His body gives a slight start in his sleep, but then relaxes once more. I continue to gently stroke, enjoying the feel of this soft vulnerable area. I pause, then lightly kiss him, running my tongue over his balls, listening to his breathing quicken slightly. What is he dreaming? I hope he is having a nice dream. I sense him begin to stiffen. I continue with my soft tongue strokes, teasing, hardly touching, pleasing him whilst he sleeps. He gives a little moan. I pause once more, and he again relaxes. When I feel he is fully asleep once more, I lower my head to his semi-erect cock. I lick the end of it lightly, run my tongue round the rim, kiss it from top to bottom with tiny butterfly kisses. He must hardly be able to feel this, but I do not wish him to wake. His cock stiffens in his sleep. I reach out and stroke it, making it really hard and keen. I lower my head slowly, and take it in my mouth. I run my tongue around the tip as I massage gently with my wet soft mouth. He lets out another little moan, but I think he is still asleep. I begin to taste him as I continue to caress him with my mouth. I cup his balls with both hands and stroke them, one hand on each side, slow soft circular strokes. I feel his balls begin to move closer to his body. This is good. He is excited, maybe having a great dream. I continue to stroke, to lick, to taste him. His breathing quickens, his legs part a little of their own accord. I can taste his juices, feel his balls contracting. I continue to lick his cock, stroke his balls with one hand, and with the other I begin to explore further as his legs are now apart. I brush his tight opening with my exploring hand. He whimpers now. I collect some of my own juices which are flowing freely, and transfer these to his ass. This allows me to softly enter with grace and ease. I insert my finger a little further and slowly begin to fuck him at the same time as stroking and licking. He is going to cum soon I think. His balls are small and firm, his legs are trembling as I fuck him in his sleep. My tongue and mouth continue to massage him. Too many sensations! I insert a second finger and feel him shudder with pleasure. It will not be long now. I continue to finger fuck his ass, mouth fuck his cock and cup his balls firmly now. His body goes rigid for a moment, he cries out in his sleep, I push my fingers deep into his ass as he cums fiercely and hard into my mouth! I lick and swallow all his juices. I must not leave any evidence. He must not know I was here. I keep his cock in my mouth for some minutes until it stops throbbing and seeping cum. I slowly and gently pull away, ease my fingers out of him, and sit to watch him for a moment before I leave. His breathing has become deep and regular once more, his cock relaxed, and I decide I must leave him to sleep. I kiss him on the forehead, quietly stand-up, tip-toe to the door, open it gently and leave. My door is the next one along (thank goodness), and I let myself in, take-off my T-shirt and return to my own bed. Back to Breakfast Despite being incredibly excited upon returning to my room the night before, I slept well until morning. I refocus my mind to the present. I have finished my eggs. I push my plate aside and reach out for the glass of juice I poured myself earlier. I can feel someone approach from behind as I sip my juice. They pause behind my chair. I put the juice down. A warm hand briefly cups the back of my neck. I turn around in my chair to look. It is him. He is smiling. "Morning darling," he says. "I wanted to talk to you last night, but was so tired I had to go to bed early." "Did you sleep well?" I croak, without making eye contact. "I did," he replies, now looking directly into my eyes. I find myself lifting my head to look directly but shyly at him. "I had the most wonderful dream," he whispers with a smile. He then turns away and walks to the breakfast bar, picks up a plate and looks at the food on offer. He very briefly turns back to look at me once more and smiles. Oh, God. Was he asleep or wasn't he? I feel myself blushing, pick-up my juice once more and try to think about the day ahead, find myself smiling. He is not upset or angry it would seem. Perhaps the day will become more interesting... He Sleeps... Ch. 02 Wow, what an exhausting day it has been. Whose silly idea was it to come on a fitness weekend? Hmm, yes that would have been me. Fool! After breakfast, the outdoor activities began, starting with stretching exercises, team activities and the grand finale of the day which was an assault course. I did not catch another glimpse of the man from the night before until queuing up for this. We were to tackle the course in pairs, and I was randomly paired with him. Once again, I felt myself blush when recalling the evening before. Did he know? Had he been awake? Just the feel of him standing next to me was making me feel a little 'hot under the collar'. When it was nearly our turn to run the course, he turned to me. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Michael," he said. "Mutual," I returned. "My name is Anna." We set off on the assault course which involved crawling through tunnels, climbing over walls, balancing on a beam and other delights. I was exhausted after the earlier events of the day and my legs felt like two pieces of jelly. I could not keep up with Michael and felt ashamed of being such a wimp! He had finished the course by the time I approached the final obstacle which was a simple rope swing. I made a lunge for the rope, but missed it probably due to physical fatigue and humiliatingly ended up landing face down in a mud bath. My non-elegant flop into the mud probably had all the grace and finesse of an old pair of socks, thrown carelessly onto the floor! I didn't dare look properly at Michael as I picked myself up. I could see him in the distance coming over perhaps to help me, but now humiliated, I found I could actually move quite swiftly! "I am going in for a shower," I shouted, and exited the premises! I decided after a shower that I would just go to my room rather than join in with evening activities. I had had enough, had heard people laughing at my muddy bog-monster appearance earlier on, and my arms and legs ached. I read for a while and then decided to go to sleep. During the night... I am rudely awoken from my sleep by noise – lots of it! What is going on? I sit-up groggily. There is an alarm, footsteps in the hallway. Someone knocks at my door and shouts, "Fire! Everyone out!" I quickly grab a T-shirt, pull on a pair of knickers and leave the room, following other people to the fire exit. We congregate in the car park and have to wait whilst a fire crew arrive and check the building. There does not seem to be any sign of a fire. I stand beginning to shiver until we are told we can return to our rooms. It would seem it was a false alarm. Marvellous. I return to my room, close and lock the door behind me, decide to keep my knickers and T-shirt on as I am cold and turn to get into bed. I stop with a jolt. Michael is sitting up in my bed! We stare at each other. "Oh dear, did I let myself into the wrong room?" he asks innocently. "Did you set-off the fire alarm?" I ask. "I had to do something," he replied with a smile. "Your door was locked!" I continue to stand and stare. I am feeling quite cross with him, but also horribly excited. I am also cold and could do with getting into bed. "Get in," he pleads. "Go to sleep. I can see you are tired." I climb into the bed next to him, and to my disappointment he turns over, yawns and does not speak any more. I lie still. I am burning with desire. I am confused. Why go to all this trouble to then just go to sleep? My thoughts drift back to the night before when I accidentally let myself into his room. My thoughts right now are similar. I want to touch him. I want to kiss him. He must have woken. He knows. I shut my eyes and try to sleep. Every time I come close to dropping off, the thought of this man lying beside me prevents me from sleeping. Time passes..... "Are you awake?" he whispers. I do not reply. I hope he thinks I am sleeping... I sense him turning over. I am lying on my side facing away from him. I nearly cry out with passion as I feel his hand lightly stroke the back of my neck. Instead, I make a little soft moaning noise in my 'sleep'. He pauses. I stay still. I steady my breathing. He moves his body closer to mine. He enfolds my sleeping frame. It feels good, so good. His one arm goes around my waist, slowly creeps under my T-shirt and slowly strokes my midriff, strokes my small breasts, teasing me. I want him to go lower. I want this man badly. He pauses once more. Is he checking I am asleep? I remain still. He kisses the back of my neck and begins to stroke my thighs. This time I cannot help but sigh. "Are you awake?" he whispers. I respond by turning onto my back, pulling him towards me and kissing him deeply. As his tongue caresses my tongue, his hand continues to stroke. I open my legs a little, willing him to touch me more intimately, but he continues to tease me, now stroking my inner thighs, but stopping just at the edge of my knickers. "Please!" I gasp. In response, he pulls my T-shirt up, and I lift my arms willingly as he peels it off over my head. He pauses once more, looks at my body, then begins to kiss me softly on the lips, my neck, collar bones, nipples... I shut my eyes and savour every sensation of his touches, his kisses. As he slowly works his way down my body with his mouth, he runs one finger between my legs, just tracing the edge of my knickers which I know will now be sopping wet. "Please!" I cry more urgently. He ignores me, continues to kiss my body, works his way down, and to my dismay moves his mouth from my stomach to my thighs. This man is going to drive me mad! I now need him to touch me where it matters! I lie back, a helpless victim as his tongue now traces the outline of my knickers. I know I will be dripping. My little bud will be slippery, swollen as will my pussy lips. This is becoming agony! Finally, he pauses, looks at me, smiles and gently pulls my knickers down. I lift my hips to assist him. I have no modesty now. I have lost the power of rational thought. I part my legs so he can see how ready for him I am. He kneels before me, looking at my wet eager cunt. "Please make love to me Michael!" I beg. "Not yet," he replies. He lowers his head, touches my clit once with his tongue. I cry out! He looks up and smiles once more. I want to pull his whole face in. I am desperate now! He lowers his head once more and begins to lap at my juices, tongue fucking my swollen lips, licking me eagerly. I can feel my orgasm building, feel my inner parts tightening. I begin to moan! He stops! I could now weep with desire and longing! He kneels in front of me once more, displaying his large erect cock. The cock I had taken so much delight in teasing the evening before. It is glistening with pre-cum. I cannot take much more! In one deft movement, he enters me fully. He fills me completely. I wrap my legs around his waist and am finally allowed to let myself go! I shut my eyes as he begins to fuck me. He kisses me urgently as I begin to climax. I can feel all of him, pull him into me hard, let it build...God, that sweet, sweet feeling that is almost painful as it builds... I scream out in pleasure and relief!!! I don't care who hears! I cum hard all over his cock! He must be able to feel every bit of it as my pussy spasms! As my climax begins to slow, he pulls out, looks me in the eye, strokes himself and shoots hot white cum all over my breasts, stomach and crotch! He collapses onto the bed next to me panting. I pull him close, smearing his offerings over us both, just wanting to feel his heart beating, just wanting to hold him tight as we slowly recover. "I think we are even now," is all he says. I smile to myself and decide that there will be no more horrid assault courses for me. I know exactly how I am going to exercise for the remainder of the weekend! This man is special. I could fall in love.