The plane and the wet nipple

Okay, we were finally allowed to board. We all got first-class tickets thanks to my ex's card. I have never been in first class and didn’t really know what to expect. I was looking forward to the experience, to be honest. From what I heard this airline had more like cabins for a single person. Like a bed or something, I was curious. It turned out I got the first-class ticket and the girls got extended business class. He was an asshole but I gladly took advantage of it.

We took our carry-ons and got settled. It would be a very long flight. The good news was there would be no layover. It would just be a good long nap and then Vacation finally.

Made sure the girls were alright and happy before I settled into my room. Got undressed all except a t-shirt and panties. The bra was uncomfortable and wouldn't be used much on this trip I assured myself. The panties were sheer mesh black things I had worn. They felt light and didn’t have much of a line. Bottom line: my favorite pair. Didn’t think that I wouldn't need panties this trip either.

So, I slept. I got the temperature right, set an alarm, put a Do not disturb sign, and I was out. All my dreams were weird. Now, I have had weird sex dreams before. Stuff that had made self-proclaimed perverts blush when I told them. I had three of note.

The first: I was sneaking around a tropical grove. My whole body still recovering from a powerful series of orgasms. I was nude as my skin prickled form the cool breeze that blew through the humid air. I could still taste a recent lover's juices, female, on my tongue. I heard whining, someone losing their virginity and not liking it. (My favorite if you must know) whether she was too dry, he was too big for her and didn’t want to go slow. I could tell he was trying to pretend to care about her feelings. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see her eyes as he gave up being nice and plunged in. Two of my still damp fingers found my just used pussy getting myself ready for an oncoming orgasm. I moved some branches to reveal two men holding my sweet Chesley over a stone of sorts and another slowly pushing his monstrously huge cock into her. She looked at me, with her tear-soaked red eyes, her mouth now stuffed with her bikini. As she did I exploded into an orgasmic rush. I kept quiet and she stared at me. I did nothing to help, just watched and smiled.

The second one was the worst. I was at the house. I had just gotten home from the gym. Called out for Chesley and Bug. No one answered, after drinking some water I rushed upstairs for a shower when I found Bug in the shower with a strange woman with massive tits. Her wet black hair completely covered her face. She was tan with no visible tan lines. I could see soap running down her body. She called Bug in, didn't speak English. Bug was nervous, I could tell, but obviously not being ****. She was nude, pale as anything. Her red hair and bush clashed with her white skin and "ghost nipples". As bug walked into the shower she was commanded to stop. Another command, Bug blushed and nodded in the affirmative. Another command, bug squatted "no" boomed the woman. Bug looked around spread her legs and begin to pee. I had never looked at Bug peeing. Never thought about it before, for some reason this was the most fascinating, seriously erotic thing I had seen. I floated shapelessly but I felt my sex getting warm and ready. After bug finished she looked sheepishly at the woman who laugh and motioned her forward. Bug squealed with delight and almost run over and attached herself to the lady's breast and began suckling. I was blown away. I watched and the ladies obnoxiously long fingernails **** and probe Bug's beautiful body. Did I feel... jealous? It was then I recognized the woman. Danielle. My ex. Expect she was speaking greek? I wasn’t jealous of Danielle though. BUG?

Quickly, I had another dream. This one was in the spring or summer. I was a teenager back in Arkansas. This was more memory, a recurring one. I would go walking around these fields. One day, I met this single woman sunbathing nude in a small field. She saw and invited me over. I tried to talk with her but she was very direct with asking if I was going to stare at her tits or suck on them? I would always try to play coy and dismiss it but she would drag me to her face and kiss her. I would spend hours sucking on her tits. This time it flipped and I was the woman. I could tell the woman was in the middle of undressing, warm from the heat of the day. I could feel and smell her cherry Chapstick on my nipples. I saw her beautiful chipped and chewed on nails a pacifier still wet with saliva. I felt hair against my face as well her hair and warm sex on my leg. I could feel her trying to draw milk from me. Again and again.

It was then that I awoke to find bug snuggled in with me, naked, and a line of droll from her mouth to my now wet nipples still under my shirt.