Moment Of The Month March 2022 - Adriana Chechik - @adrianachechik - My hottest dream about her - an XXX story with AC

I have a recurring dream. A very HOT recurring dream. I'm a younger version of myself, long wavy fair hair, pretty and curvy, always in a floaty dress and cowboy boots. There is a girl, so cute, petite, with neat platinum hair in a sleek bob. She is always in my company, but we are never alone. There is always an array of other folks with us, in various noisy social settings.

There's an unspoken vibe between us, a pull, a lure, a pure and sexy frisson of pussy twitching tension. Throughout the bits of the dreams I can recall, once I've woken up horny and frustrated, we are both trying unsuccessfully to break away from the people we are with to get together, alone.

There's a discreet, fluttery brush of our fingers as we walk side by side. Her forearm jostled against my plump side boob when standing in a queue. Her nimble-toed bare foot brushed the sensitive flesh of my knee and inner thigh while sitting at a table in a crowded cafe.

There's a coffee machine intrusively clanging, a smoothie machine whirring in deep low pulses to match the throb of my heavy with longing feminine core. That was the setting of last night's delicious dream. But it didn't end in frustration. Not last night.

The beauty gets a text on her phone, she reads it, then with her head still bowed she flicks her eyes up to stare into mine, a small flicker of a smile spreads over her face. It's a smile I immediately translate as "girl, we have to lift off!" The full-body shiver of anticipation is overwhelming.

The excessive, unwelcome people at our table disappear and my dream world skips to us walking up an empty driveway at dusk, we jostle against each other, laughing. Her pale bare arm nudging my sheer chiffon coated sleeve, the sleeve of a dress that's suddenly feeling restrictive, cumbersome, a nuisance floral barrier between me and her sexy silken skin.

She hastily opens the door to the house, a familiar house I know I've been in before, in previous dreams, but with many more bodies around than just our two nervously excited ones, that immediately embrace as soon as I close the door behind me. I lean down and take the sweet berry red lips she's offering me and press them close to mine. This must be our first kiss, it's so intense.

My mouth slowly slips over the newness of her soft, warm lips. Then I instinctively attempt to pull away when those lips open and her mouth begins an attack on mine, sucking my bottom lip in. Do I like this? I don't know... Yes. Actually, I love it. I feel her hand on the back of my head, pulling hard enough to stop me from breaking contact. I'm now clenched between her top and bottom teeth, biting me just hard enough to keep purchase. She's flicking the hot tip of her tongue over my captive lip, again and again, shooting daggers of pleasure from that lip to the lower, fluttering lips I find are now aggressively angled down, and attempting to grind against any part of her body i can make contact with.

My dream world skips ahead again. Now we are standing in a small box room in front of a single bed. I feel a rush of disappointment, the bed looks too narrow for us both to lay on, but she pulls me down until we are both sat on a rumpled white sheet, the only covering on the bed, no duvet or pillows.

A window lets in a cooling breeze, and suddenly I'm thinking "oh no, that window is open, the world can see us" and that familiar, thwarted, disappointed feeling flows over me like a cold distracting shower. My sleeping brain just knows I'm about to wake up, back to lonely frustration. Oh, but no... wait... she's pulling me to her again, sucking my tongue into her mouth, then pushing her tongue into mine, and a warm flush floods my veins again.

She starts pulling at the sides of my dress, tugging it up so that it bunches under my armpits. Still, no words are spoken between us. I stand up and look towards the open window and see the curtains from another window across the way, fluttering outside against the brickwork like two banners in celebration. I can't see another soul so I gather the courage to hastily pull at the hem of my dress and tug it up and over my head, almost getting tangled when I feel her hands confidently slide up the outsides of my now bare thighs, coming around to cup my bum. I'm naked. No underwear, no boots, just me and my bare naked flushed skin, delighting in the light breeze from outside, and the hot, adventurous hands inside.

Suddenly self-conscious, I fling myself flat onto the bed, out of sight from the window. She climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. There's nothing but her lavender-colored, thin jersey vest dress between us. I see her nipples poke proudly through the fabric and long to feel them brush against my face. I lean up and press my lips against her hot throat, kiss hungrily and prepare to head straight down for those distracting nipples, but she arches her back away from me.

I feel a soft mew of disappointment on my lips, rather than hear it, but that soon turns to a low groan of desire in my throat when I see her shimmy her hips, pull at the jersey, and slide right out of that last barrier between us. The dress flies across the room, landing in the open doorway.

A switch has been pressed inside me and I'm suddenly ravenous. No longer timid, I grab her hip and half-spin her around on top of me, in a barely short of the aggressive move. She's facing away from me and her neat little bare ass is now nestled in the fleshy comfort of my lap. My right-hand snakes around and cups her right tit. It's barely an A cup, the soft palmful of a mound all but disappearing as she stretches, arching her back in pleasure.

The stiff tip of her nipple ripens and grows against my palm, so hard now that it grazes me as I run my hand over and over before pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. Twisting. Her gasps give me the courage to reach up with my left hand and explore her other tit, delighting in the rough stiffness, pinching, releasing, rubbing, and flicking with eager fingertips. The breeze outside kicks up and I become aware of moisture, drying cool on my vulva. I've no idea if that's me, or her dripping onto me, so I send a curious right hand down to her pussy and discover it's slick. So slick.

My fingers dip into the entrance of her neat, slightly hairy but very soft pussy, scooping that moisture and smothering her vagina in it, rubbing up and down until I feel the hard nub of her clit pushing through against my fingers. Her soft moans turn to pant, but so low, and when she starts to whisper I'm not sure if she's swearing or pleading with me to rub harder, or urging me to stop...

Mood spoiling doubt fills my head, so much so my hand massaging her left tit pauses and my fingers flutter and leave her pussy. Is this it? Is this as far as it goes? Does she regret this?

Embarrassed, I close my eyes tight as she lifts herself out of my lap and I hear the bed creak as she turns towards me.

"Suck on my tiny little tits, and keep fucking me with your fingers, please"

It wasn't a question. It was a firm demand and the best thing I could ever hear. I open my eyes and she's in front of me, on her knees, straddling my thighs, and looking both vulnerable and confident at the same time. My mind goes into overdrive.

I plunge my hand into her sodden cavern and smother her juices over my hand, then transfer them all over first one big rosy red nipple, and then the other, clasping my lips around her left tit, attempting to suck her whole little boob into my mouth, while my hand goes back to her pussy. The taste of her on my tongue is so intense, I suck it almost dry. I use her big stif nipple to massage the tender center of my tongue, bobbing up and down in time with my fingers that are slipping up and down, in and out of her.

I can't help but get even more turned on by her encouraging groans, which are only just louder than the sexy wet squelching sounds emanating from the actions of my fingers. I sense her getting close to orgasm, and I feel like I could be joining her just from the sights, smells, and sensation of her pulsating pussy. The inside of my own wrist is brushing against my excited vulva, but I put the breaks on my burning need for pleasure, and concentrate on her.

Brave confidence floods me and I look up at her beautifully pink flushed face and let her nipple pop out of my mouth,

"I'm going to make you cum so hard. I'm going to finger fuck your clit until you can't bear it. Come on baby, let me hear you beg me. Do you want me to strum this clit harder?"

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yes! I'm ready! Do me! Do my sopping wet twat like I'm going to do yours. Oh please, I need this! Suck my other tit. Please. Oh. Oh yes!"

I scoop another shiny glob of juices from her pussy and suck on my fingers before plunging them back inside her. I blow on her neglected right tit and the nipple eagerly responds. I grow wetter myself, just watching it twitch and grow, sitting even prouder against the crest of her gently curved breast. I press my warm pursed lips against it and hum, the gentle vibrations causing more pleasing expletives to fall from her pretty gasping mouth.

"Oh hell yes. That feels so fucking hot. I'm your greedy little cum bitch. I'm going to cum so hard for you, and I'm going to fucking love it. Milk my perky little titties. Suck me. Suck me hard!"

I open up and suck her nipple deep into my mouth, at the same time slipping my fingers up to find her big swollen clit, now hard as a rock and begging to be strummed. I know exactly how I like to press mine then release and rub, press, release and rub, so I treat her clit like it was my own.

I speed up gradually until I'm sucking her tit and slavering it with my hot wet tongue as frantically as I am stroking her pussy with probing fingers, thumbing her clit hard and fast. I swap nipples, start tonguing her right one while my fingers continue their torture on her saliva-soaked left tit. Her hips pump against my hand so hard we are both bouncing off the mattress.

"Now! I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming. Oh, fuck me. I'm cumming. Fuck yes!"

She's bucking, legs splayed so wide, eyes rolling in her head. Then, I think she must be done. Her hips stop moving. She's not breathing. The silence from her mouth is deafening. But then she lets out the biggest, loudest, shaky gasp and starts humping my hand again.

"Yes! Oh hell! Don't stop, please. Don't stop. Fuck my greedy wet pussy. Bite my Tits! Bite me!"

I'm too wary of hurting her, and of her breaking my overworked wrist, so I swap hands. I pinch one nipple a little harder with fingers now dripping with her cum and grind my clenched teeth firmly against the other. My left hand renews the rhythm against her pussy, my thumb relishing in the new sensations of her pulsating clit that is harder than her nipple but just as sensitive to my touch. I can't quite get the angle right to give her the firm pressure she needs so I bunch my hand and grind my knuckles against her clit.

"Yes, you are my greedy little cum bitch, ride my fingers! Fuck your sopping wet pussy against my hand, yes! Just like that. Ride it! Fuck it! Keep cumming! Don't think you are done yet!"

She starts to jerk in full-body spasms, making almost scary growling sounds.

"No more! I can't! I can't come anymore, I swear, I'm going to blackout!"

She's pleading for me to stop but her hips are still grinding hard on my clenched fist, her pale thin body completely covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. Her pure greed to keep cumming turns my loins to mush, and I suddenly become hyper-aware of my own swollen tits, heavy, almost painful with the need to be touched.

Her humping slows down gradually, I swap back to my right hand and strum her clit with my thumb again, with lighter and lighter pressure until her breathing comes back to near normal. Her clit starts to throb in wild sporadic bursts against my thumb and she reaches down to push my wrist a fraction of an inch away so I'm barely touching her, and wraps her arms around me.

Her spent body is slick with sweat, now clammy and sticking to mine. I replace my thumb with two fingertips and just barely press against her clit, enjoying the dying throbs of her orgasm, twitching against me.

I wake up. It's 3am on the dot. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. I should be frustrated at not having had an orgasm after all my hard work, but instead, I'm invigorated. I got the girl of my dreams. As these dreams have previously been filled with frustration, self-doubt, and denial of pleasure, I feel like I entered a world I never want to leave.

My pussy is dripping wet and throbbing writing this, throbbing just as hard as it did when I woke up at 3am this morning. I'm going to climb onto my bed right now, open the curtains and window again. Enjoy the cool breeze, the risk of being seen, and strum my clit, suck my fingers and tease my nipples with wet fingers and pretend they are her sweet pretty lips and tongue, and go off like a vibrating rocket, again. I came for over five minutes solid this morning, so amazing.