A dream months in the making….

As the pictures became clear I started to realize where I was. Dark room everyone dressed formally with a ring in the middle. Underground boxing event. Think Fight Club. Everyone expectedly wound up with money on the line and drinks free flowing.

My mind flashes to what must have been a neat by hotel to this underground ring. A bachelorette party with you there, leading the whole event. You must have been the maid of honor.

Dreams flickers back to the fight club, I get a ping of a snap on my phone back. It you harmlessly showing me what’s happening at the party just a couple building over. So close. We always questioned what it would be like to be in the same city. Could we have the restraint.

The first couple snaps are nothing too fiery, but they slowly process to my liking. A familiar bathroom break that have happened dozens of times before. This time you gently show me the curve of your delicious ass under your dress. You know how much I adore it. Crave it. You are the only one in a dark dress for whatever reason. All the other girls is soft tones, but not you. I smirk to myself.

My aching is getting to me as I fidget in the underground club, pushing my swelling cock to the side. My first request… bring your party over and meet us in the roof. Instantly, you do as I ask and this is the moment I’m finally going to get to see your eyes in person. I feel a rush from my toes, up through my spine, and out my open lips as I let my head fall back. A deep breath to gather myself before getting my first real look at you.

You and the rest of the girls arrive and our parties mingle. We are playing it cool, no one should know what this is. No one should realize what you are to me. The gravity between us. The thrilling pull of unmistakable sexual energy and attraction. Somehow you knew I was hiding my arousal, especially as the other men gave you all the attention. You’d peak at me. A game we’ve spoken plenty about - teasing, taunting others fully knowing they had no use at the end of the night. I’d watch assumed. The other members of your party got plenty of attention too. The dream spins to sudden bursts around the room. I can’t quite make out what’s happening but it seems like couples have started to form.

Next thing I know the group has circled around a loveseat with you and me in the middle. Every eye on you. Both of my eyes burning looking deep into your brown eyes, wanting to see the lurks beneath.

I feel like I’m sitting close, maybe a foot away on the cushion. You gave them a show by just moving your body, hands exploring, pulling at your dress, pausing to show off your soft skin but never getting fully naked. You keep diverting my eyes. I wonder why you wouldn’t look at me, then I realized my back is turned to you, probably trying to resist my hunger. If I look away it will be fine. I’m watching through the reflection on the window with my back toward you.

It felt like minutes of watching this beautiful woman edge the entire group of men and woman. You had them eating out of your hand. My eyes peering through the glass tracing your curves, fixating on your ass as usual. I finally force myself to turn to you. Face-to-face for the first time. Fire ripping through my body. Eye contact only. Can you feel that?!?! That fucking heat. Then I touch your face. No where else. Just your face and I see your eyes flutter and roll as your body starts to shake. This was months of virtual orgasms and fucking. You finally get to feel my touch. Your mouth gapes as an orgasm(s) explodes through your body just from my finger tips in your face. My fingertips surge. Your pleasure roaring from your cheek to my hand. I can’t help but enjoy how your body is reacting to a simple touch, just as I’ve seen snap snippets all these months. My body tense and taut. Needy. I kept my fingers in place for the duration of your convulsions. Smiling. Smirking. Proud.

I grab your hand and walk you to the bar. We get a drink and chat. As my mind starts to lose the connection to this dreamy moment that feels so real. I ask you to my room.

“We can’t. There would be no going back.”

You turn and walk away with your panties most assuredly a mess. I watch your ass walk away from me, satisfied yet still for primally turned on.

I wake up with precum dripping and reach for my phone.

“You visited me in my dreams again…”