Morning Wood

Your dreams are vivid and turbulent. A twisted kaleidoscope of the day. You go back to that elevator, feeling the intensity, your boobs out and Ray with a hand on each. Your stomach shunts as the lift goes down, the intense arousal as the lift seems to plunge to the depths… the rollercoaster of emotions, the swirling as you try to struggle against them..

It goes on for a while, waves of this and then a return to deeper sleep. Finally you emerge back to consciousness with sunlight through the windows and feeling a raging boner. You feel angry, the pent up sexual frustration from yesterday having failed to crest. You reach down and grab the meat, your hand firm around its girth, and start to pump.

Still groggy you feel it going back and forth under your hand, you feel it bulging, but no matter how long you go you don’t feel closer to a climax. You pump harder, trying all your tricks to really tease it, desperately trying to unload. Your hand feels it boiling up but you just can’t get that same feeling from your nether regions. In your sleep confusion you just try harder, anything to feel…

You feel a warm breath against the back of your neck and your heart freezes as if stabbed by an icicle. As if shocked awake, you’re aware of other sensations. You feel the warm body pressed against you from behind, the arm over your shoulder and now some aroused groaning right behind your ear. In panic, you bring your attention to where your hand is gripping a thick erect penis… and realise its not yours.

As if to confirm what you cannot believe, you give it one last squeeze… and then it erupts.

“Ugh.. oooh…” Ray groans in pleasure and presses against you as his seed bursts out between your legs in pulses, splashing onto the sheets. You feel it dribble and make contact with one of your legs.

No, no, no, no! your mind wails. How could you have let that happen?

“Mmmmmm,” Ray kisses you on the back of your neck as his arms squeezes your body against his, “Thank you darling, I can’t think of a better way to wake up.”