THE MAN OF MY DREAMS

I was bored, sitting in the living room of my apartment; the air conditioner couldn't
compete against the sweltering heat, so I was also overheated.

It didn't help my discomfort to hear my neighbors frolicking on the other side of

the wall with the vivid imagination I have, and the drought I was suffering at the time.

A hunk of man appeared at my door.

The first buttons of the jeans that hugged her thighs with the affection of a lover were
unbuttoned.

The shirt, open to the waist, revealed a lightly hairy chest and dreamy pectorals, as well
as the solid six-pack of his abdomen.

The light eyes that adorned his face, increasing its attractiveness, looked at me smiling
and appreciative from my loose, poorly combed hair to my bare feet.

I felt totally distraught in my yoga shorts and shirt as I looked at this apparition,
unable to decide if it was a man or one of those Greek gods I had to study in college.

-Hello, I'm your new neighbor, I live in the apartment across from yours, since I
moved to the city a few days ago, I don't know anyone. When I saw you coming in
yesterday, I said to myself: “There's your first friend” so you see me, I came to meet you
and I brought you this.

“This” was the most expensive box of chocolates on the market, a brand I always
wanted to try, but its cost was prohibitive. I started salivating when I saw him on the
threshold.

I stood aside for him to enter, after taking a sneaky look to see if he didn't have
his underwear hanging there.

Since I don't drink, and did I mention that I was going through a drought? Well, I
broke up with my last boyfriend more than six months ago: translation: I only had soda
and bottled water in the fridge.
 More than a little embarrassed, I offered him water, and he smiled delightedly;
later I found out that he was a teetotaler. I sense that there is a story behind that decision.

We understood each other right away.

That afternoon and subsequent ones, we sat down to chat about this and that, we
felt comfortable with each other.

Out of the blue, one day, he asked me out.

I wanted him to be proud to carry me on his arm, so I dusted off the prettiest of
my dresses, a stunning backless gold mini skirt that left me with a spectacular figure.

Makeup and hair were as attractive and simple as possible.

It took me hours to look the way I wanted, but it was worth it because when I
opened the door, I found my, extremely handsome, neighbor dressed in a three-piece suit,
perfectly shaved and coiffed. Pure sin.

I could tell he liked my appearance because the appreciative look with which he
took me all over suddenly became hungry. Needless to say, when I saw him I was
surprised when I felt myself getting wet, and that look did nothing but increase my
excitement.

We had dinner at an exclusive restaurant downtown.

I don't even remember what I ordered, or when I ate it. I was very focused on
controlling the approaching excitement that turned my panties into a puddle.

A diligent waiter brought and removed the various dishes, dessert and a delicious
drink (of course, non-alcoholic: my attractive neighbor was a teetotaler) with which we
accompanied the dinner.

Later we went to a trendy nightclub, we approached the doorman who

immediately let us in. I was amazed, not only by the speed of our entry, but also by the
elegance and luxury of the place.

We went straight to the dance floor.

While we danced to the rhythm of the most sensual music I remember. She pressed
me against her erection.
 He was not alone in the madness.

Another jet of my cream slid down, preparing the way for his penetration, my
vaginal lips were swollen and so sensitive that the friction of my thighs when dancing
warned of the danger of an imminent orgasm.

I was flushed, hot and sweaty, not from the dancing, from the ardor that
intoxicated me.

We were both hot. I was so turned on that I felt like I was dying of desire. From
his expression I could tell, perfectly, that he was no better than me.

It didn't take us long to leave the disco. We had an urgent need to be alone,
preferably in a comfortable bed, although I stopped caring a few minutes later: his hand,
slightly calloused, sent rays of pleasure as it caressed my bare thigh. There came a time
when I needed him so much inside me that I forgot social conventions and was about to
climb on his lap while he was driving. What held me back was the appreciation I have for
my life. The traffic was very heavy. As if to distract your attention. I promised myself a
delicious revenge when we reached our destination.

By mutual agreement, we quickly entered my apartment. Before even closing the

door completely, we were already in each other's arms.

With a muttered apology, he pinned me against the wall and, while kissing me, he
tore off my underwear, unzipped his pants and, ¡glory! he penetrated me in one push until
I felt his testicles stuck to my vulva.

After two or three movements of her hips, I screamed, seized by the purest ecstasy
as I felt her penis shake in orgasm and heard her roar of pleasure, which reverberated
throughout my body, prolonging mine.

I don't know when he put his condom on, but when he emerged, still fully erect,
from my unctuous heat, I could see his reservoir completely filled with semen.

Totally amazed at my unconsciousness, since I had never before been so crazy as

not to demand that my partner use condoms, I only managed to thank him for the detail.

He took a look at his penis, it really still looked like a pole, amazed, he also didn't
notice the moment he put on the sheath.
 A simultaneous glimpse of our eyes surprised us, and we laughed a little,
embarrassed at our childish behavior; and if we add to that it didn't take three hours to
make the leap from friends to lovers, it's not surprising that our embarrassment is total.
Neither of us expected it, neither of us thought of that possibility, but now, looking back,
the certainty came, like a bright light, that we were covering the distance from friendship
to love in leaps and bounds.

We looked at each other carefully, from landmark to landmark, and the passion,
which was not completely extinguished, roared again with greater intensity in our bodies.

We kissed in the center of the living room, kissing we headed to my room and
kissing we tore off the clothes that were scattered on the floor, tracing the route from
where the fire intensified.

Once in the room, I don't know where I got enough coherence to tell him that I
was clean and taking the pill, he answered that he was also health.

The need grew due to the certainty that the next time it would be skin to skin.

He threw me on the bed and hovered over me, somewhat threatening, I felt a little
uneasy, although we knew each other as friends, as such I had complete trust in him, this
new side of him scared me. Completely justified, by the way, he subjected me to exquisite
torture all night.

He covered my face with soft kisses, my forehead, my eyebrows, my eyes, my

cheeks, my lips, my chin, there was not a single centimeter that escaped those exploring
lips.

He moved down my neck to my breasts, which, full and swollen, begged for his
attention: he kissed them, kneaded them, sucked on them with delight, nibbled on my
nipples, sending splinters of pleasure straight to my center.

I was desperate to have him inside, and I let him know, first with gestures, then
with movements and finally, with desperate requests.

He smiled.

- Be patient, now I'm going to enjoy everything I missed before—

-- No!, Inside, now!-.

 I could feel more than see his smile on my skin as he moved down my body,
shuddering with desire. His hands restlessly ran over my anatomy as if he wanted to
memorize it, they closely followed his lips, he caressed, kissed and licked me all over,
driving me more and more crazy.

When he finished his exploration, I sighed with relief, believing, deluded, that the
sensual torture had ended.

But it began again, again his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth took me
even higher, to the highest levels of sexual excitement, until I despaired of longing.

She caressed my vulva, lightly at first, barely touching my mound, to go deeper

and deeper, no longer content with superficial caresses.

A tormented moan escaped my lips as she inserted one finger into my canal, then
another, and she began a slow, sensual thrust in and out while her thumb caressed my
swollen clitoris.

I felt my orgasm form a tight spiral in my belly, all my muscles tense, my skin
sweaty, everything pointing to a devastating climax… which did not come, she left me
frustrated, agitated and cursing him.

He just smiled and started all over again, with a variant: instead of his hands, it
was his lips, teeth, and tongue that tormented my sex: he settled between my legs, opening
them to the unthinkable to accommodate his shoulders and prevent me from leaving. In
that position, to keep me fixed on the mattress, his big hands gently squeezed my belly,
while he feasted on my meat and my juices.

He responded to my moans of pleasure with his own, the unconscious movement

of my hips was accompanied, as if it were a dance, with the undulating movement of his
hips,.

I was still attached to the bed, while He drove me crazy licking my vulva, nibbling
and sucking my pleasure button, until he made me explode when he put his playful tongue
in my vagina.

He licked and slurped my entire orgasm as if it were the most delicious delicacy.
 He climbed my body until he was aligned with my entrance and began to
penetrate me inch by tormenting inch until he rested deep inside me, where no one had
ever gone before.

The slow undulation of his hips threatened to drive me crazy while the pleasure
increased second by second, minute by minute, the tension in my body constantly
increased, sweat beaded my skin, I felt burning.

My only consolation was noticing that he was not in better condition: he looked
equally tense, with a grimace of absolute concentration on his face and soaked by the
effort of containing himself, traveled by hundreds of routes followed by the drops.

His movements increased in rhythm and force, my hips could not stay still, and
just as it happened in the living room, an agonizing pleasure shook me and a scream
accompanied my brutal climax.

I felt her penis shake in orgasm and her warm seed bathe my uterus while my
vagina suffered delicious spasms and I milked it dry, a hoarse scream filled the room.

At the same time, I felt him jerk inside me, but what I never felt before were the
jets of his semen flooding my insides. Nor could he remain silent: a hoarse cry of supreme
pleasure accompanied his orgasm.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted, murmuring words of comfort and amazed

wonder. When the final blows of our release subsided, he came out slowly, very slowly,
reigniting the not yet extinguished flame of desire.

He looked at me thoughtfully with those clear eyes and with a mysterious smile
on his face, he was as amazed as I was.

— I've never, ever felt like this,- he said, -it's the first time the whole world
shakes, the first time I lose control so completely to the point of not knowing where I
am… —

-It's not just you, I'm also shaken-

We looked at each other in silence for a moment, and again the flames of passion
claimed us. We didn't sleep that night.
 Exhausted, we crawled out of bed, showered together, didn't expect our bodies
would demand another meeting, so we left the house half an hour late.

I heard someone knock on the door and I found myself alone, on the same sofa
where I was, I looked at the clock: it was two in the afternoon on Sunday, I slept for more
than ten hours straight.

I felt empty, with a terrible pain in my heart, I had fallen in love with my imaginary
neighbor, the man of my dreams.

It's funny how apparently days went by, when in reality I was asleep for hours. I
heard the knocking again, grumpy, still in shorts and my yoga shirt, I went to open the
door and my jaw dropped, there standing in front of my door was the man of my dreams.

Liliana Elizabeth del Puerto de Caballero