0 comments/ 28784 views/ 1 favorites A Wet Day By: DafneyDewitt Jenny stabs her key into the door lock. A thunderclap rumbles in the distance as rain pours down. The rain strikes the ground so hard it bounces back. Jenny was forced to run through this drenching downpour because some idiot with Ohio license plates left their bright red Buick in her parking spot. Out-of-breath, angry, and soaking wet, Jenny stands in the doorway to the apartment she shares with her lover, Alex. Squeezing hard on the doorknob, she freezes. Her apartment is filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread. A blond woman's head pops out from behind the kitchen door. "Hi, my name's Susan!" Jenny clings to the front door knob without speaking. She is struck speechless by the unexpected appearance of this stranger. "You must be Jenny. Alex, told me all about you." Jenny manages to mutter a reply; "You must be a friend of Alex." It sounded so dumb. Of course, she was a friend of Alex. How else would she have gotten a key? So Alex has told Susan all about Jenny. That did not sound good because Alex has never told Jenny anything about Susan. Jenny feels betrayed. Susan flashes Jenny a quick smile. "You can let go of the doorknob now. I promise not to bite." Jenny looks at her hand. She is squeezing the doorknob in a hard, white-knuckled grip. Susan's smile makes her feel foolish. Sheepishly, she closes the door. "You from Ohio by any chance?" asks Jenny, trying hard to appear intelligent. "That's right," answers Susan brightly, "I must have parked in your spot." Jenny brushes her dripping hair away from her face and pats it into place behind her ears. She must look like an idiot. Irritated by Susan's smile, Jenny rushes past her blurting out an apology like a battering ram. "Sorry, got to get this wet stuff off," she mumbles heading straight for the bathroom. In the safety of the bathroom, Jenny wastes no time. She strips out of her wet clothes and jumps into the shower. The hot spray of the shower melts away her anger. It makes her feel safe and warm. Damn good looking, Jenny thinks. No doubt about it, Susan-from-Ohio is trouble. Younger too. Alex likes them young. Jenny-Susan, Susan-Jenny? Which one will Alex pick? Jenny knows the answer. Susan. Jenny wants Alex. She slips a finger between her legs. Touching herself feels good. It makes her forget her problems. Jenny's knees buckle with desire as the hot water sprays her nipples. She feels a wave of pleasure rising inside her. Just a bit more and the wave will submerge her in a foamy torrent of excitement. She waits for the wave to crest. She waits for it to come crashing down. But the wave disappears. Jenny screams. The shower turns ice cold. "Shit!" she yells, "Fucking bitch!" From behind the bathroom door, she hears Susan's muted apology. "Oops! Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher." Susan turns the dishwasher off, and the shower warms up again, but not Jenny. The moment is lost. Frustrated, she steps out of the shower and dries off. With one towel wrapped around her head like a turban, and another tucked around her breasts, Jenny pads into the kitchen to confront Susan. "You're just in time," says Susan removing a freshly baked loaf of bread from the oven. The smell is delicious. Jenny's stomach grumbles. "I thought you might be hungry. So I cooked up a dinner of stuffed pork chops, corn, gravy, mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread." "It smells wonderful," Jenny admits, but inside she is silently cursing. Susan not only has killer looks, she can also cook. Jenny never learned how to cook. The entire kitchen is warm with the scent of home cooked food. Susan lifts the apron over the top of her perfectly coifed hair revealing an unwrinkled flower print dress. Little Miss Homemaker thinks Jenny. She looks so cool, Little Miss Homewreaker. She looks fresh and innocent. She did not look like someone who just cooked up a complete homemade meal. Perfectly composed, Susan pulls out a kitchen chair and motions Jenny to sit down. "Take a seat. I'll serve you," Susan smiles. Jenny wants to hate Susan, but her body betrays her. The food is delicious. She finds herself asking for second and third helpings. Jenny can not even remember when she last ate freshly baked bread. It is delicious. Alex had forced Jenny into a low calorie diet so she would loose weight. It has been a long time since Jenny has savored the taste of mashed potatoes covered in gravy and real butter melting into hot oven-baked bread. Jenny is in heaven. After eating, Susan bounces up, taking the plates to the sink, cleaning up. She fills the sink with hot soapy water and starts washing the dishes by hand. "Hey!" Jenny shouts, "You can use the dishwasher now. I didn't mean to scream at you like that." Jenny feels guilty. She feels terrible for hating Susan. "That's OK," answers Susan," I like the feel of washing dishes by hand." She plunges both of her hands into the hot soapy water. "Are you sure I can't help?" asks Alex. "There is something." "What?" "Brush my hair out of my eyes." Susan turns her head to one side. Jenny looks. A single strand of Susan's hair has fallen over her left eye. She is not perfect. Jenny stands behind Susan as she washes the dishes. Carefully, she brushes the offending lock of hair back over Susan's ear. "That feels good," Susan says. "What?" asks Jenny provocatively exhaling her hot breath into the back of Susan's neck. "Don't move," insists Susan. Jenny has no intention of moving. Susan pushes back against Jenny's body. Jenny responds by grinding her towel wrapped pelvis into Susan's buttocks. Jenny rubs her breasts against Susan's back. It feels good. It feels right. Everything happens without hesitation. Susan turns and kisses Jenny lightly on the lips, loosening the towel wrapped around her breasts. Jenny feels Susan's warm soapy hands caressing her. It feels so right. Jenny closes her eyes. She is afraid to look. She is afraid that the magic spell will be broken if she looks into Susan's eyes. Effortlessly, Susan pushes Jenny onto the kitchen floor. Jenny's body seems to be floating, her legs spread wide and the towel falls open underneath her. There is a flurry of kisses, wonderful urgent kisses, and suddenly Susan is between her legs, licking, and sucking. Jenny moans. Susan's tongue ignites her passion. "It feels good. Oh, so good," Jenny moans. Jenny's body starts to flow. When she gets excited, really sexually excited, she flows. It is more then just moist, Jenny gets soaking wet. It both excites and embarrasses her. And the more she thinks about it, the wetter she gets. Susan has turned Jenny on like a water faucet. She sucks up the fluids making obscene gulping sounds. Like an erupting Volcano, Jenny feels herself over-flowing, helpless against the natural forces of her body. Moisture drips from the lips of her open sex like hot streams of lava. Susan can not keep up. Jenny is pouring out onto the floor. The towel has slipped out from under her bottom. There is nothing to soak up the flood. A slick, wet pool spreads out on the kitchen floor like rain water. In ecstasy, Jenny shakes her head from side to side, her hands pushing down on Susan's head, urging her to keep licking. Jenny hears the roar of blood rushing in her ears. It is like the rushing sound of the ocean tide being sucked out, to build a wave. In a moment, the wave will peak, the flow will reverse, and she will be swept away. It is distant. The sound is so distant, Jenny thinks it is inside her head, a whispered cry from her imagination. But when Susan's tongue freezes; Jenny's sense of reality rises to the surface like air bubbles. There it is again, a voice from the living room. "Hi, I'm home. Is anyone here?" shouts Alex, slamming the front door and heading straight to the kitchen. A Wet Day Backstory : It had been seven years to the day since we last saw each other. The memory of her still plagued me. Life had continued Yet this day was to be the day fate would conspire to bring us together On and For a very wet day! ----------------------------------------- Another restless Saturday had come and almost passed . It was late afternoon when I decided to take a walk to clear the haunting thoughts that tempted and tortured my brain. Little did I know what awaited me! As I made my way down the road to the nearby park the menacing clouds that had accompanied me the whole way had now become rain. I bowed my head in aggravated acceptance and just said , "The hell with it "and I trudged on. It was in that instant that I was startled by a delicate yet firm hand that gripped my wrist and pulled me in forcefully behind a hugely prominent oak tree. I was about to scream when a hand with the sweetest scent of lavender covered my lips. It was then that eyes met eyes. all the visceral animal desire and need took hold. We stood there for a mere instant that seemed an eternity feeling the pure unspoken energy of the moment. Only that sultry voice could have the capacity to break that hypnotic spell her eyes had cast on me. My eyes couldn't help but follow her lips as she moved them ever closer to mine till I could feel the soft and sinewy texture of them moistly rubbing tenderly against mine. The response in me was involuntary to say the least but it couldn't be helped .When she least expected it I trapped her lower lip between my teeth and bit down slightly, when she growled I proceed to suckle on it with tender yet dominant effort all the while caressing her imprisoned lip with my tongue. She than took the hand she still had on my wrist and firmly placed it above my head and proceeded to take her other hand and grab my other wrist and placed it also beside the other hand above my head. As I continued my assault on her upper lip she now joined the game and pushed her body firmly against mine and with a devilish smile proceeded to use her knee to spread my legs. I smiled back as I loosened my grip on her lips and proceeded to lunge for her neck sweet and scented with desire and lavender. I sucked and nibbled with ardor as she took hold of my wrists with one hand and took the other one on a teasingly slow journey down my rain soaked body till she reached the edge of my stomach and the button on my pants. With a skillful hand she removed the obstacle that blocked her path and without further fanfare she looked hazily into my eyes and placed a firm palm on my pussy and slid it down till she found my moist and heated opening. A s the moistness of the rain drops mixed in with the moistness of her hungry kisses I felt it. I felt her finger slip inside me with a silky force that I exhaled deeply and I could feel my knees wanting to give way. Yet, I held firm as I felt her inside me her fingers moving in and out generating an amount of heat and moisture that seemed extraordinarily endless. A force took over and I reached for her with my freehand and I slid it past her cheek till it was behind her neck and I forcefully pulled her to me until her lips met mine in a torrid and languid kiss filled with all the anger and desire that I carried inside . That's when she thrust harder and I pushed myself more aggressively into her as if I were trying to merge bodies with her . Once again I loosened my grip on her lips and I placed my lips right next to her ear and I said ,"FUCK ME HARDER! And she obliged me I felt her impale me with ardor now. her strength now mimicking the now torrential drops of rain assaulting our feverish skin until I could no longer contain the surge as I leaned my head against her shoulder and came intensely. I could no longer contain myself and with all the strength I could muster I turned her around till she was now caught between my body and the imposing tree the only witness to this luscious liaison. My urge to reciprocate over powered me and I grabbed her hand and pulled it out of my pants as I felt her fingers slowly slide out. I took that moistened finger and placed it between my lips and proceeded to softly suck and bite on it and with a sneaky smile I looked her in the eyes and with finger still in mouth I said with less than innocent tone, "What do you want me to do?" To which she countered with a nibble to my earlobe as she countered with ,"don't make me beg you!" To which I seductively said, "you don't have to beg all you have to do is ask and you shall receive!" Her next response almost made me Cum in that instant. She stopped nibbling on my ear and in the most need permeated voice she could muster she said , I NEED YOUR MOUTH ON MY PUSSY RIGHT NOW TO PUT OUT THIS FIRE YOU STARTED!" All bets were officially off as I kissed my way down her wet stomach heaving with heated desire . With no fanfare or further ado I slightly bit her raven mound right before I reached her now dripping wet core. Even mixed in with the moisture in the air I could still feel the sweet taste and silky texture of her nectar. The warm taste of it once again binding me into bondage once again. Enslaved was I once more to the wicked taste of her. I felt her breathing become more pronounced and filled with a growl like tone as she felt me slip a finger inside her wet cavern as I tasted her now protruding clit. I sucked on it with zealous effort and traced my tongue upon it as my finger continued its assault . That's when I felt her body tense .she placed both of her hands behind my head and with a firm grip that held me in place she looked down into my eyes as they returned the stare and she cried out , OH GOD YES! "And she closed her eyes and gave her self completely to the blissful feeling of release . She then reached down and with a smile took my hand and helped me up till we were face to face. In that instance we both heard a voice . A Male voice calling her name . when I was about to lean a bit to see who it was she grabbed my chin pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately and said, "I've got to go now but I'll come find you! That's when I retorted with a slightly annoyed ," that's if I want to be found!" to which she replied as she reached down and grabbed a handful of pussy as she bit and then kissed my lower lip, "I KNOW YOU WILL! THEN as quickly as it had began the rain had died down and stopped and as she way with a wicked smile on her face I contemplated how memorable a WET rainy day can be! INSPIRED by the muse B.B. A Wet Day You write that it is raining at the very moment I write you how very wet and even wetter the thought of you has made me. You cannot deny me? Do you know just how gladly I read the words you send me? I picture you there inside, rain outside pouring down, cold and chilly. Do you enjoy a scented candle? I do, when the fragrance is mild, not overbearing. I am burning one, a ginger/citrus candle, hoping where you are you have one also, that secret spices join us before I begin to imagine where we left off... You are sitting with your coffee, changed, clean and dry in fresh knickers. Not for long, I hope, my dearest. Will you let me in to see them? Are you in your dressing gown or have you dressed already? Oh, a blouse and jeans. Please, I'm thinking, pleading with you in my mind, what will it take to get me to your knickers? I am scheming how I want to kiss, to lick, to suck what lies beneath those knickers, yet this time I am wondering how to get us there. I kiss you on the lips and wrap my arms about you. I stroke your hair so gently, deeply down about your shoulders, stroking to give you that silky, tender feeling, lightly massaging your scalp... and I touch so lightly, down from your cheekbone to your jaw joint, going slowly just down behind your smile. Can you feel the light bristle of the tiny hairs? I wrap the backside of my finger underneath your jaw and draw it slowly to the center, toward your other ear, then back again as I slide my tongue along the inside of your lower lip, moist and slippery, gliding as I hope to glide soon elsewhere. Just then you open, you let me curl my tongue and reach up to line your upper lip before pressing inward, meeting with your tongue and probing deeper. Can you read my intentions, dearest, do you feel my heartbeat quicken? You want to reach inside me with your tongue, I breathe deeply and draw you in. It is so pleasing just to let you roam there as I focus my attention on reaching down. My fingers wander slowly downward as I reach to stroke you back and forth beneath the buttons of your blouse. Lightly touching the skin above your breasts, back and forth, from side to side, tickling through your blouse and bra and squeezing, slowly touching round each lovely breast. Pausing. Circling down, I graze your skin, then over top the blouse to feel your nipples rise to greet me as I rub the insides of my palms against them, making gentle circles but barely moving. Barely kissing any longer, all attention on your nipples rising up to meet those circles I am making as I rotate the pressure around the centers of my palms. Those palms that massage your nipples, retreating slightly and then squeezing in with warmth, retreating, squeezing... cool then warm. Up again I draw my fingers along the outsides, sneak them underneath your breasts and lift until on each side my middle and ring fingers hold a nipple resting on my fingertips. Then, spellbound, back and forth I guide your nipples each just with one fingertip, teasing each one up or sideways, down and round. Can you feel your nipples telegraph your clit yet? If not, I'll keep it up, I'll take my mouth and plant my lips on one and next the other, blowing warmth upon them, then drawing in a breath and lightly biting through your clothing. I reach and take the outside of each breast, my knuckles resting on your ribcage, hands pushing gently upward, thumbs pressing slightly down to give you rhythmic pressure, pushing slowly as I suck each nipple straight through blouse and bra. I like to touch you through your clothing, to make you feel somehow the inside of your bra could be your lover, to move your breasts enough inside it that they feel the changing pressure and changing textures rub you softly. I have made your bra my ally in my conspiracy. You are swaying slightly, shifting weight backward, forward, letting me guide your breasts along their journey. As I withdraw my breathing and my sucking from your nipples, there remains a trace of dampness, and I squeeze you roundly, right before I draw you to me. As we embrace, can you feel the firmness of my hardened nipples reaching for you through your bra and through your blouse? And as I pull you to me with my left hand round behind your shoulders, I take my right hand; slide it down along the midline of your back, down, down, further down, hoping to send a quiet chill of warmth along your spine, till I meet your waistband. There I linger, sliding this way, sliding that. Gentle tickles along your backside, rising up to touch the inner curve, that special, sensual seat of pleasure inside the small of your back. Just as with your breasts, I draw circles along your back, tracing patterns, massaging in until I hit your waistband once again. Breathing in your ear, I whisper, "I would like to take this off you, please" you make me wait a moment just to wonder, but give a look with your eyes that says "go forward" as I see you smiling warmly, broadly, your eyes afire. I unfasten the button and the zipper, and reach behind to rub that tender portion inside the curve, the magic spot that had been hiding underneath your waistband. I draw my circles and you lean in toward me, run my fingers up your spine and slowly down, this time continuing lower, down to touch your tailbone, to rub it gently as your hips begin to move. You tilt them towards me, then away, towards me, then away, and I raise my fingertips to rub you gently once again, that small curve of pleasure as you sway in toward me, back, toward me and again, back. I am hoping you are like me, that the gentle rubbing, the patterns of my fingertips will send signals to your clit as you rock forward, toward me, back and forward... "Please, let me take this off you", I plead again. No longer hesitating, you agree, you let me slip your clothing from you, though not your bra, not your knickers. I remove your blouse, lift it slowly from you, let it graze your skin as it departs, a whisper from this piece of clothing... So breathing, sucking on your nipple through your bra, I take it gently, nibbling lightly, looking up to see you, I tease the other nipple, squeezing just enough to make you sigh. Beginning, my darling, we're just beginning on our journey toward that rosy butterfly with folded wings. Can you feel those wings, don't they wish to flutter? You lie back, smiling as you lightly bite your lower lip, you let me slide those jeans away and pull them from you. I run my hands along your legs, up above your knees, slowly up your inner thighs. I see a damp spot, a good beginning. I must convince your knickers to join my efforts, to share their talents with you, baby. I take my courage from your smiles, from your yielding, from the tender opening of your thighs before me. I see that spot and want to touch it, but I refrain. I want to kiss it, but I hold back. I want to lick and suck and draw it to me, but shall wait until you open, reaching, needing... So instead of all I wish for, I kiss along your inner thighs, slowly, with true love, I adore your softness, the glory of your inmost region. I adore the gateway to my destination, smooth and white, inviting. Tickling lightly, scratching ever so lightly, I just want to awaken the feelings, to get the tingles sparkling upward from where I kiss along the inside of your thighs... Do those tingles sparkle backwards, up along your backside also? I trace my fingers up and backwards as your thighs reach up, suggesting with my fingertips that the tingles travel backwards. Do you feel them reach to touch your tailbone? Does your tailbone tingle with anticipation? I want it all awake and happy. I want it all... to be sending signals to your clit, soft waves emerging out of nowhere, rising to your clit. I watch you move your hips, I watch your belly rising up and undulating down, I watch the gliding of your knickers on you, the silky feeling they must impart, that cool and lovely feeling, gliding happily along your clit. Little chills as they rush past... I lean down and blow upon them. Little chills that tingle on your clit. Oh, your knickers almost lick you, don't they, darling, as they glide along your clit? I begin to kiss your tummy. I kiss all about your navel and take each hand and stroke you lightly through those knickers down along the crease, back up and down again. Each time you feel the fabric shift a bit and slide against your clit with softness. Your knickers dance with silky coolness quickly crossing on your clit, as I draw my fingers lightly downward, parting just above that lovely clit and reaching down along your lips. Then up I come with fabric rising oh so slightly, I start pressing lightly on the mound above your clit, pressing, pulling upward in firm but gentle circles so the fabric rises as I tug it up above your clit. And so I alternate between the sets of motions. Tugging up, circling, you feel the fabric firm against you as it sweeps against your clit; then resuming down again, parting sides around your clit, pulling fabric down to let it loosen, I run my fingers along the sides, drawing, tracing down beneath your legs. I pause there, press against your perineum, then swirl up to feel your knickers kiss you as I tug and press against that mound above your clit, then down... The lovely feelings sparkle brighter as I reach down lower, ever closer to that middle section, pausing to enjoy the dampness with my fingers, to bring some up... up, the dampened fabric flattens, it kisses cool and silky against your clit, down, I draw the fabric downward to tightly span you, pressing circles in that indentation where your thighs change, where they meet your splendor. On both sides now I press the outside of your lips, through your knickers, squeeze them inward and let them roll above that clit. Massaging through your knickers, through your lips, I rub that clit I love so dearly, letting it strain as I release the tension. Again you feel the damp, cool fabric lying flat along your swelling clit. Ahh, that is what I want to see. That swelling clit enjoy the coolness of the fabric kiss it, then I squeeze gently on those lips to give you pressure, release, to see your clit against your knickers, to see right through those transparent knickers, no longer damp, but outright wet and getting wetter. Enjoy this pleasure, sweetheart. I repeat these motions for you, watch you rise and want to kiss that clit so badly! I want to lick it for you, I am almost certain you are wishing me to do it... but not quite yet. I reach along your inner thighs, they must not feel neglected, backward, down, and then with one finger rub your perineum in tiny circles, inching slowly upward with the circles, circling atop your clit directly for a moment I linger lovingly, and then continue upward. With both hands, now, I massage that gorgeous mound atop your pelvic bone. I pull my fingers upward, pressing firmly, then slide them slightly down. Now your knickers are my ally fully. Each time I massage that mound up, I press into you slightly, and as I do this the dripping knickers draw themselves across your clit, sliding, dancing, thrilling you with pleasure. You are rocking now beneath me. I enjoy your rocking motion as I press, massage you tenderly, and watch your rising slowly with your rocking motions. I cannot resist you any longer. I am growing jealous of those lucky knickers, darling. I grab them with my teeth and pull them toward me. I want to pull them tightly up along you. I want you feeling your own wetness. Do you feel it? Are you getting even wetter? I must check, I slide my fingers down but still atop your knickers and linger this time on your rocking clit before I slide my middle finger softly inward, taking my forefinger to rub you just above your clit. Do you know that spot, my darling, that spot, the beginning of your clit just beneath the pelvic bone? I rub there gently back and forth with one finger, while you feel the other just beneath it; you can find my middle finger if your reach far enough for it, if you rock just right, you'll feel it with your clit. You stretch, you rock, you reach out and down, yes, there you have it! You are lovely at this moment. You look so lovely, not content, more like intent on all this pleasure. Intent on finding just those feelings that will make you happy. Well on your way, now, darling. How you thrill me! I reposition myself downward further. I lick you through your knickers. I lick your clit and watch you reach for more. Beneath my mouth you feel warmness, then it's cool again, and I blow softly on you to make it even cooler. Do you like that? "Uh huh" you mumble softly, as I kiss and suck your clit. I want to find my way inside you oh so badly, but I want to find you through your knickers. I want to leave them on you, they are such a helpful ally, I want to leave them on you as I journey down. I suck your juices through them. I want to delve into you through them, to penetrate, to dive into you, and know your warmness, lap your juices. I massage that mound again with one hand as I suck your clit and probe beneath it with my tongue. Can I find a way to get inside you through your knickers? I feed the fabric gently downward, licking the whole length of your clit from its base up to its tip, stopping at the tip a moment, tickling it through your knickers with my tongue, before plunging, sloping down, I want to plunge straight in you! I seek the way. I push the fabric with me... can I make that saturated fabric stroke and kiss you from inside you? I keep pressing with my tongue, sliding up and sucking. Sucking all those juices, and reaching beneath your knickers gently with my fingers. With my fingers I reach just inside your lips, those wings are reaching outward, I reach inside to stroke them gently as I plunge my tongue down deeper through your knickers. The fabric pulls along your ass cheeks as I penetrate you through it, darling. It is firm against your ass cheeks, do you like that? Do you notice? Never mind, it is my tongue that you are craving, my plunging and my sucking on your clit. Now I do wish at this moment you had worn those cotton knickers. I can just imagine at this moment that through my plunges and my pushes that delicate, thin fabric would tear around my tongue. I could reach my tongue full and deeply in you, stroke up from within your knickers, let you feel my tongue directly on your clit and sink again inside you... But these lovely sheer nylon knickers will not tear. They barely stretch beneath my efforts, so at last I work my way around them, gently gliding my tongue between your rosy wings, up upon that gorgeous clit and smoothly down, I sink it in you. I am sucking, sucking, sucking as I plunge my tongue inside you. You are pressing up against me, rocking, pressing, moaning. Delightful moans and curses, now you need to feel those feelings keep on coming. You need to feel it deeper, stronger. I suck you harder, and feel your juices gush around me. My cheeks are drenched in gladness, as you press and grip me firmly, holding down my head and gripping tightly. Sucking deeply till I feel your waves receding. I kiss you gently, softly, once again on top your knickers. Oh, my sweetheart, that's exactly what I wanted when I looked into your eyes and kissed you softly. I had thought that on such a wet day, we should make it so much wetter still. A Wet Dream Sandy awoke to the sounds of the shower. She lay there in the warm bed, cuddling her husband's still warm pillow. She would normally be quite content to go back to sleep. However, after last night, lying in bed was not what she wanted. Sandy and Dave had had one of those lovemaking sessions that required the bed to be remade (twice) and Sandy wanted more. She threw off the covers and crawled quietly in to the bathroom. As she flushed, she heard Dave say, "You're up early." She opened the shower door, threw her nighty to the floor. "I was hoping to say the same to you," as she told her husband she entered the shower. Dave's arms immediately enveloped. A small pool of water filled the space between her breasts. The couples stood in the warm spray, letting the warm, moist air caress their skin, content for the moment to let the shower do its magic. After what seemed to be an hour (much too short of a time to Sandy), Dave lifted her chin and kissed her. He kissed her lips, neck, and face. Tenderly exploring and loving her skin with his lips, he rubbed and massaged her back and bottom with his strong hands. The air was really getting hot and the source was not the hot-water heater. Without warning Dave twirled Sandy and switched positions, placing her under the shower spray. She felt the warm streams of water stroking her scalp. Dave reached for the bottle of "special" shampoo, the one that smelled so nice. He suggestively squirted some into the palm of his hand, smirked and started slowly lathering Sandy's hair. She almost melted as his hands massaged the shampoo through her hair and onto her scalp. Sandy's senses were being confused. On the one hand there were Dave's hands, relaxing her, loosening her grip on her purpose. Then there was the rest of her, in close contact with Dave's naked body, exciting her, causing her to want more of him. She was in quite the pickle and she LOVED it! Sandy's revelry was interrupted when Dave started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Sandy quickly bent her neck, placing the top of her head squarely into the center of Dave's chest, leaving a frothy oval. "You wicked imp," he said to her. She just beamed at him and giggled as she tilted her head back. The spray was making small rivers through her hair, tickling her scalp. Leaning back into the spray, Sandy grabbed Dave bottom for balance, forcing their hips together, taking the heat in the shower up a notch. Sandy was content for the moment with the warm spray on her head, Dave's fingers running through her hair and their hips pressed together. However, Dave had other plans. He again picked Sandy up and twirled her around so he was in the shower spray. He reached for the soap and again suggestively squirted a dab into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and created a rich, thick lather. He started at her neck and lathered her up. He gently rubbed his soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, back, and bottom. His hands were divine. He worked from her neck to her bottom, making sure all areas of her were quite soapy and clean. After a short pause (to re-soap his hands), Dave spun Sandy so that he faced her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. While his hands soaped up her breasts, Dave rubbed his body against her soapy back. This "Human Loofa" was something he knew drove her crazy. Gone was the sensory confusion. This was sensual over stimulation. The temperature began to rise and so did Dave. Sandy aided his erection by working her own "Human Loofa" actions, pressing her soapy bottom and back against his manhood. Sandy was REALLY getting clean (in a dirty sort of way). Dave's left hand moved south as his right continued to rub and massage her breasts. Dave made sure Sandy was clean "everywhere" by making small circles in Sandy's womanhood. The rubbing of her breasts and the pinching of her nipples just made Sandy want to "Loofa" Dave's manhood more. Sandy was hot, VERY HOT. Dave was hard, like a piece of steel. There was only one thing to do ... RINSE! Sandy moved regretfully broke Dave's love hold. She asked Dave for the shower head. When he turned to removed it from its cradle, Sandy pressed close to Dave's back and reached for his manhood. She stroked the slippery rod slowly several times until Dave stopped her. He handed her the shower head. Sandy rinsed the soap away and using her own fingers she made sure all of her was clean. She then turned the shower spray on Dave. Starting at his chest she gently rinsed him, at times aiding the shower with her lips and tongue. She slowly moved down his body until she reached his stiff, erect member to which she paid extra attention. Up and down his rod she moved. By his reaction, Sandy knew he would not last long. Sandy suddenly stopped, stood, opened the shower door and left. "Hey! Where are going?" Dave growled at her. Sandy soon returned with her shaving stool. She set the stool down and placing her hands on the stool, she bent over and red her "womanhood" to Dave. He smiled and moved forward. Entering her from behind, he at first very slowly slid into Sandy, pushing the full length of his shaft into her. Then very slowly, he removed it. Again, he slowly pushed in and ever so slowly, he pulled out. This was too much for Sandy. She wanted it deep, fast, and hard but Dave was in control and he knew it! Dave slowly increased his pace. Ever so slowly, he increased his pace. Sandy was in a fast burn. She wanted more, she needed more, she begged for more but Dave had a plan and was sticking to it. Finally, Sandy felt her orgasm building. This was going to be the "mother of all orgasms". Dave's pace was getting closer to what she wanted. Sandy was getting closer ... Closer ... CLOSER, ... CLOSER!! She was getting higher and higher until finally she arched her back and... Her eyes fluttered up and she awoke to the sounds of the shower. She lay in the warm bed, cuddling her husband's still warm pillow, shaking and sweaty. She needed a shower, and now would be the BEST time. A Wet Dream She is laying across the bed, lifting her chest in just the right way to allow the thin lines of sunlight to wrap around her naked curves. As he slowly advances, he motions for her to lift her hips and his hands meet them in a warm embrace. He slowly pulls the silken thong down her legs. As he raises them up in the air, his head moves into the gap they create. He retrieves a long, savored taste before moving fully onto the bed, propping himself just above her. She raises her head and uses her eager hands to elicit a kiss that marks the shared exploration of the other's mouth. She searches with her tongue until she discovers a hint of her own juices and is momentarily satisfied. Her hand travels down the center of her body, away from his head, pressing firmly on soft breasts, all the way until it meets a small, soft mound that barely contains the deluge of excitement within. She ventures one, and then two fingers inside and releases an inaudible purr of delight before retreating. The fingers quickly find themselves at his lips and then inside as she watches to make sure he fully enjoys the sultry taste they provide. With her fingers in his mouth, it is her turn to lead and she guides him onto his back, still licking away. She immediately seeks her next pleasure and, shaking slightly in anticipation, places her thighs on either side of his head, making sure her dripping wet pussy lips are placed exactly where his tongue can reach. As she slowly grinds herself into a mounting ecstasy, his erection calls to her with its throbbing power and a small drop at the tip that promises a savory introduction. She leans forward, letting her delicate pink move briefly up and around his nose before sliding back down to find his insatiable tongue. Quivering through a powerful wave of pleasure, she releases her liquid reward in a brief, salty gush before focusing her full attention on his member. Her tongue quickly acquaints itself with the bead of liquid sex as she sucks the tip, yearning for more. It is his turn to gush, but only a tease. The warm sensual taste overwhelms her senses as she allows her mouth to fall along the side of his shaft, stopping there to envelope his balls and back to wrap her tongue around the base. As she recovers, he realizes his growing, fierce desire for conquest and gives a gentle of love bites to signal he is now in control. On cue, she submissively lays face down on the bed next to him, bringing her knees in so her soaking wet sex shines seductively in the filtered sun. She cannot resist once more plunging her fingers inside so she can suckle them for herself as he continues. Rock hard and panting slightly, he positions himself behind her, allowing his pulsing tip to graze the lips that are now presented to him. He places his hands firmly on her hips and slowly inserts himself, relishing every inch of pleasure. His withdrawal is even slower, yielding a soft moan from her mouth – still licking at her own flavor. His next thrust is faster, her unoccupied hand finds her clit with its index finger and begins a deliberate, circular rub. The moans grow progressively louder as the force of his repeated penetration begins to shake the bed and rock her world. The rhythm continues unceasingly as her body starts to spasm and she finishes with a shriek of delight and an uncontrollable splash of joy. It takes her several baited breaths to recover and erect herself. Almost as if in a trance, her head finds its way back to his tip. She slides her mouth as far as she can around his member and pauses once more, caught in the intoxicating bliss that is her taste. She licks and sucks and regains some of her senses and then begins to lift her head. It floats back down as he pulls gently at her hair and thrusts upwards. She feels the moisture build between her thighs. As she seeks to address this lust, one hand starts to stroke along his length while the other searches along her backside, eventually fingering a new hole as she fulfils her desire for absolute decadence. With her head being forced, her hands stroking and fingers probing, the sexual energy approaches its climax and she feels his body seizing up as it rubs against hers. She swallows the initial explosion as her eyes roll back from the ecstasy of the sensations. She allows another wave before pulling out ever so slightly so she can cover her cheeks with his essence. She finishes by not finishing. Her rhythm does not cease when his does. She sucks and strokes beyond his ability to contain himself until he releases a final uncontrollable burst of salty satisfaction. A Wet Dream on Elm Street Christina slowly adjusted the fit of her thigh length dress and looked around at the room. Filled to the brim with fluffy penguins and colorful bears it was her sanctuary. A place where only she could go. She smiled and jumped down into the pile of stuffed beasts and seized one against her firm breasts and rolled onto her back. Brunette curls spilled backward, fanning out over her head. “Mmmm.” She smiled and planted her feet on the floor standing up with a pink and blue penguin in her hands. She started to walk through the sea of stuffed animals kicking a path through the toys as he walked around in bare feet. White cotton panties clung to her rump when she walked, coupled with her pink sundress it was a look so innocent only a pervert could find arousing. “Its so nice here.” She mused aloud letting her smile grow even more as she twisted slightly. “What do you think Mr. Snugglesworth?” She asked the penguin. No response was expected, not even in her dreams did the stuffed sea bird respond to her questions. No response was given obviously but none was expected from the cuddly little bear all stuffed with fluff. That no sound was expected made it that much more disturbing when she heard the high-pitched sound of steel of dragging across the concrete. “Hey bitch, ready for a change in scenery?” The voice called and almost as soon as he spoke the sky turned black with angry red clouds swirling overhead. “Wha- what’s happening here?” Christina screamed as her animals all swiveled to face the source of the sound. Beady black eyes started glowing, a hellish red that rose from their cores until it colored the room like blood. “This is a little better.” The first thing she saw was a brown leather glove with knives for fingertips still dragging over the walls. A brown fedora covered most of the man’s face but what she could see was terribly burned. Skin peeled away to reveal working muscles pulling scared lips into an “o” as he started to whistle Teddy Bear Picnic. Her eyes moved lower, to a tattered red and green sweater seemingly ready to come apart at the first decent tug. Christina almost stumbled as she fell backward into the wall. The man grinned up at her from beneath his hat lifting it from his head and bowing dramatically. The stuffed beasts started towards her, one after the other, ducks and penguins waddling in a row. Bears forming small packs that stalked steadily toward the girl. As she watched steel claws, just like the man’s extended from the animal’s paws. There was no door in to the room, never a need for a door in a dream. You just suddenly appeared in new places, with new clothing and new people around you. Right now she was wishing for a door, wishing she were standing against it. It didn’t make sense to Christina when her fist closed over a knob and twisted it. It made no more sense when she stumbled into a black boiler room just in time to avoid the first of the vicious fluffy bears. The animals wouldn’t pass the doorway; they stood against its frame straining to enter the sweltering hot room. Sweat was already beating on her brow, trickling down between her shoulders and soaking her dress. The man didn’t seem to be deterred in the least by the change in scenery, instead, just canted the hat down to cover one eye and most of his face while he stalked towards her. When he stepped through the door it was like coming through water, she saw the ripples just like a liquid. “Can’t run. Can’t hide.” He made a sweeping motion with his claw and rapped out a tune on the hissing steam pipes. “Shouldn’t try.” Behind her an old fashioned wood furnace belched out black smoke between impressive tongues of flame. “You. You’re him.” She whispered in awe finally recognizing the man standing before her. “Who?” He replied. “One two Freddy’s coming for you.” Came the response but there was nobody speaking. “The man, the killer.” “I am?” “Three four better lock the door.” He took another step toward her and she backed against the walls. Red brick, hot as Hell singed her through the sweat soaked dress forcing a gasp from her lips. Her brunette curls soaked with sweat, falling straight over her face in black tendrils. He was against her now clawed digits reaching out for a paralyzed animal. “Five six get your crucifix.” It was almost a delicate motion he made, splitting her dress down the center. The front opened up, the slightest trickle of blood oozing down her chest where he’d slit her. Down and down he continued until the entire dress was split open. Salty sweat oozed into her wound making her bite down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. “Seven eight better stay up late.” “No no my pretty. Don’t hold back.” Razor sharp claws sliced down over her hips leaving a matching pair of slits in her flesh. “I want to hear that lovely voice.” He pushed his claws into her hip and twisted again letting her blood flow down over his fingers. She shrieked in response and threw back his head and laughed in delight. “Nine ten never sleep again.” The voice echoed. Then the rhyme started over again, like a chant. “I’m back but I need something from you. Say it, say my name.” “Krueger.” She whispered. The name itself was forbidden, like Bloody Mary or Candyman the merest mention of the name Freddy Krueger was enough to terrify. He was the monster under the bed, the creature in the closet and the bogeyman all rolled into an actual thing. A nightmare that could kill and had before. Every couple of years he appeared again, dreamt up again and let loose. “Again sing it.” “Freddy. Freddy Krueger.” She said. The girl stared into his eyes now, her chest heaving up and down with each breath, her breasts spilling free of the torn fabric. “That’s it.” Now don’t forget.” He pulled the torn dress open, running his leather glove over her breasts. Krueger’s claws drawing even stripes blood over her flesh. “ Now run back. Run and tell all your friends I’m back. I want them to remember.” His free hand snatched her chin and forced her lips to his. He forced her lips apart, his tongue slipping in to taste her. A bare hand slipped into the elastic band of her panties and stopped. “Uh oh honey someone forgot to mow the lawn?” His face was only inches from hers; she couldn’t see anything but his scarred face. She could hear though, a steady click like claws on concrete on she felt his hand against her tit. Her hands were suddenly pulled overhead, a pair of wickedly grinning bright green teddy bears. Her legs were clamped down, one by a purple penguin, the other by a shocking pink pachyderm. Knife-like claws slipped into her panties, slitting them open at the hip and watching them fall. Back and forth he ran his cold fingers over through her short girl curls, a wicked grin curling his lips. Her body was shaking in fear as the steel slid over her flesh shaving the hair away from her. “Watch it, wouldn’t want to knick ya.” He said with a dark chuckle before finishing. “There smooth as a baby’s bottom. Speaking of which.” He gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her wide enough to feel the hot damp air on her secluded pucker. “I’ve played in the grass long enough, think I’ll play in the mud!” The animals released her, content to watch as Freddy spun her around and slammed her up against the brick wall. Nipples ached against the rough surface, her face scraped on one side. Neither pain was enough to distract her from the sound of his zipper lowering or his hot breath on her shoulder. Only the tips of her toes touched the floor when he slammed up into her anus, violently stretching her sphincter. “Now that’s the feel!” He grunted slightly and started to fuck her in long steady strokes. Tears poured from her eyes as much from the pain as from the feel of the wet open sores of his face grinding against her back. She could even ignore the clawed hand grasping at her thigh and the slight trickle of blood but not that. “Stop.” She whispered her fingers clawing at the brick wall, desperate to get a grip to pull herself away. He was too strong, Krueger had her and they both knew it. There was nothing she could do to escape the powerful thrusts from her rapist. Her screams echoed around the chamber. “When I’m done sweet cheeks!” His clawed hand closed around her face, crushing her cheeks and pursing her lips. Krueger didn’t cut her but his steel claws rested on her cheeks pressing into her flesh. His other hand moved up to cup her breast. “What’s my name?” He tweaked her nipple to punctuate the sentence. “Freddy Krueger.” Was forced through Christine’s grit teeth and crushed lips. “Again, louder.” “Freddy Krueger!” She screamed trying to pull away from his bladed grip. He seemed to shudder against her at the mention of his name. Inside her abused pucker she felt him starting to pulse. Krueger’s thrusts were lifting her from the ground now. “KRUEGER!” Christine shrieked his name at the top of her lungs when he came, flooding her bowels with cum. “Good now don’t forget it.” Freddy pulled out of her and gripped her by the back of the head slamming her face against the bricks. Christine snapped into a sitting position covered in sweat and surrounded by stuffed animals. Tearing the sheets from her bed and sending her fluffy friends scattering in every direction. Sweat glued her nighty to her chest. She spun to face the animals but none of them moved or had claws, not even the peculiar pink pachyderm lying upside down against the wall. “Only a dream.” She whispered running her hands over her face, her thighs, her chest searching for any scratch or wound. Her body was entirely untouched, she continued searching, checking herself until she was certain her body was untouched. “Just a dream, Krueger’s not real.” Dainty feet slipped from the bed down to the carpet sinking in just a bit while she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower then turned to the mirror looking herself over again as she pulled the gown over her head and hung it over a hook on her door. She ran her finger slowly through her hair and leaned down peeling her panties away. When she looked down at where her pubic hair once was, and now a clean-shaven mound. She ran her finger slowly over her smooth pussy and screamed at the top of her lungs.