Did that really happen ...

Gina sat still panting, trying to recover. Suddenly a poke in the ribs jolted her, making her jump.

“Excuse me miss. This is where I get off.”

Gina opened her eyes, which were now wide as saucers, as she looked at the older gentleman seated next to her rising from his seat trying to get by her. She was dreaming! It had all been a dream! She had fallen asleep during the bus ride and dreamt the whole thing! She couldn’t believe it. It was so real for her!

Gina sat dumbfounded and embarrassed, next to the good looking companion, who got off at the next stop. Gina then exited at her corner, and walked two blocks to the apartment. She couldn’t get the dream out of her mind, nor the fact that she even had the dream! She could feel the syrupy fluid trickling down her inner thigh as the crisp night air hit her flesh. Every step she took set off tiny tremors that rippled throughout her body, only causing more of her womanly secretions to seep from her insides. The thick smell of her sex wafted to her flaring nostrils, despite the smell of early evening dew in the air.

By the time Gina reached the entrance to the building, she was so worked up that she had to hold onto the doorknob for several minutes, just to support her so she wouldn't collapse. The tremors had evolved into a rolling boil that Gina could not contain. She steeled herself and concentrated on her breathing as she managed to keep the orgasm at bay.

Once inside, she raced up the stairs and bolted through her unlocked door. As soon as she was inside her apartment, Gina slammed the door shut and immediately slumped to the floor, with her back against the door.

This was no dream! Gina, without hesitation, began mauling her breasts, pulling them free, pinching, twisting, and pulling her nipples as she did so. Her right hand fell between her splayed legs and pressed against the flowered folds. She spread the wetness all around and then delved her middle two fingers into the welcoming core. She pumped them vigorously as she slumped even lower, drawing her knees up as her ass crept closer to her heels. She could feel her fingers reaching deeper and focused her efforts as they searched out that magical spot, destined to push her over the edge. Her thighs began to quiver, her muscles rippling in waves as her breathing became increasingly labored.

With her left hand, Gina cradled her left breast, teasing the turgid nipple with her thumb. Then she raised the mountain of flesh, and with her head propped against the door, was able to bring it to her mouth, where she snaked out a tongue and lashed it against the tip, occasionally able to suck it between her lips. Of course, this only fueled her inner fire even more, bringing her even closer to the plateau she was searching for.

Gina redoubled her efforts, dutifully rubbing her fingers against the ribbed inner walls, thrumming with her pulsing arteries, finding the magical spot, igniting the series of fireworks inside her body, causing her to see sparks and stars before being blinded by the bright white lights exploding from within. Gina jerked, bucked, and thrashed violently, banging against the wooden door as she did so, unrelenting on her attack, making the orgasmic bliss last as long as she could physically withstand it.

All the pent up sexual energy that had been slowly building throughout the entire day, came spilling out of Gina, coating her fingers, her hand, and pooling onto the wooden floor beneath her. Gina lay completely spent and exhausted, fingers still entrenched within her swollen, sodden sex. She sat motionless, eyes closed, as she slowly recovered, languishing in the euphoric after-glow of her satisfaction.

After nearly ten minutes of just sitting there, Gina finally opened her eyes and surveyed the scene before her in the narrow hallway. She could see the mess she had made on the floor, and could only imagine how she looked at this particular moment.

With a determined sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and was finally able to stand, sure-footed, with her back pressed against the door.