Sue Journals Her Erotic Dreams

Reed Richard snored. Sue Storm's eyes opened. For a moment, she didn't see the window beyond the bed, Manhattan drenched in a pre-dawn rain. Silent, she grasped for the journal that she kept by the side of the bed. To get the images down into words before they faded.

Thursday

I was holding her ankles as she did crunches. Both of us were nude. The air was humid, hot; like New Orleans in the summertime. Sweat ran in rivulets down her hard, toned body. Dripped down my face. Our hair was plastered against us, but she was moving, and I could see every muscle group contract, see the wet drops run, feel them flick onto me. She grinned at me as she saw my eyes fixate on her breasts, those pink nipples hard as eraser-tips. Every time her elbows touched her knees, her legs would flex and her pussy would open, just a little bit, the shaven slit drooling with more than just sweat. I could hear her huff and puff. Her face rose and fell. As if daring me to be the first one to break the tension.

I moved a little closer. Her lips touched mine. She held it there, lungs burning, heart hammering, body shaking with strain as our tongues tusseled in her mouth.

Warm up was over.

Karla...

The last shred of the dream faded. Sue felt the wetness between her legs. She glanced at her husband. His Mr. Fantastic was hanging out of his boxers, and for a moment, Sue bit her lip and considered her own needs.

Instead, she dragged the pillow into the bathroom and locked the door.

Panties off. The rigid seam of the pillow felt like it had been designed for this as she braced it against the sink and began to hump. Dr. Stone's smile stared up at her. Sue bit her lip as she rubbed, harder and harder. **** to get off. Her mind replayed the image of the dream, over and over again.

The alarm sounded moments before Sue achieved anything resembling climax. She tossed the pillow away as she raced for the door. Reed was already awake, arms stretching for his costume.

The Fantastic Four was needed. Still half-asleep, the heroes assembled at the Comms Center, to hear the latest emergency. Within minutes, they would be loaded into the Fantasticar, off to save the world again. Or at least a part of it.

Doors open. Drawers hastily left half-drawn. Clothes scattered.

A dream journal unsecured.

A hand reached down and picked it up.

Began to read.