I woke up horny again and needing to be fucked. My pussy was wet and when I rubbed my fingers through the stickiness I just needed to feel a hard cock slide in. But it had to be another day with a fantasy. And for another few weeks at least.
But that didn't stop me feeling horny all day.
I was up early and out, going to a car-boot sale in the middle of a field. I had to drive slowly over the little grassy bumps, careful that it didn't scrape the belly of my car.
The sun was so sharp, when it dipped down and out of the clouds, and I had to alternate between my sunglasses and my reading glasses as I went from seller to seller, looking through boxes of tatty paperbacks and rails of creased damp clothes. I just wanted to find something pretty to wear really. I wasn't interested in the books or the endless piles of hideous pink plastic children's toys.
I pictured a dress the colour of my skin, with a heavy creamy silk-satin lining which would slid over my bare legs and stomach and zip up at the back with a perfect fit. I could wear nude-tone stockings which would belt up across my thighs to the cream coloured straps of my suspenders. And no panties. I felt so moist today and imagining my pussy grazing against the satin lining of this imaginary dress was very sexy. One softness against another.
And when he saw me in it he would take me in his strong arms and dip his head down into my neck, just behind my ear and inhale deeply. And he'd know I'd be ready for him.
His hands would run over my bottom sliding down my outer thighs. And I'd lean into him, my mouth open for his, my breasts aching and pushing into his hard chest, my nipples desperate for him to nip them gently with his teeth.
I'd feel weak as he kissed me, our tongues wet and hungry, mouths spilling over. I liked the way I felt light-headed in his arms, dizzy and distracted with desire. I'd need to rub my pussy against his cock, feel his stiff hard cock bulging out towards me, wanting me.
And I'd lift the flesh coloured dress up and quickly expose my pussy to him, needing him to see me and taste me. I'd be against the wall and my legs would part and my hands would be caressing the curls on his head as he pressed his face into my wet pussy lips. He'd run his hands over my stockinged thighs and start to kiss and lick my smooth bare pussy and my legs would give way a little as I felt his tongue slipping inside.
And then he would slip out of his jeans and release his stiff cock and he would need to fuck me straight away. There wasn't any need for anything else. He just wanted his hard cock inside my pussy. And I needed it so badly, I needed him to fuck me so badly, and feeling him pounding into me was so good, nothing better, fucking me on the floor, giving me what I wanted and letting me cum at last, grinding his cock into me with rough love and passion.
Fantasy fuck. But I'll get a real one soon.
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