Drivers Wanted

Sunday night I had the strangest dream... It just crept out of nowhere and lodged itself into my unconscious psyche. Sure, I had been influenced by little things in the past week that may have prompted this nocturnal emission... But I hadn't had a dream that hot; that realistic in both feeling and intensity in a long time.

Does everybody have those dreams, or is it just me?
I have heard conflicting stories from others regarding the way my brain operates at night... When I tell them I dream in color it freaks them out. Most say they only dream in black and white... and don't remember much. I remember almost all of my dreams, and seldom in black and white.
What about you? How do you dream? Do you feel as well?

Well, this one was an electrifying testimonial to my caged sexuality (which, really has not been so caged lately I admit). Wanna hear about it? Sure you do dammit, that's why you're here after all.

So this dream began in a garage.
Yes, a garage; in a house... some where... A normal residential two car garage; cement floor, work bench.. and an auto I recognize from a long time ago. But now the car looks different, almost new; shiny and clean... I run my hand along the curved fender, remembering leaning against that same exact fender oh so long ago.

I have a picnic basket in my hand, I open it and offer the contents to the man standing with me in the garage also admiring the car. He accepts the chicken and pop-corn with gratitude; he is apparently very hungry.
Alright, popcorn and chicken... can't explain that one for sure. Assuming my brain was still pissed off from denying it the popcorn chicken craving I had earlier that day while driving past the local KFC. I fucking love that greasy nasty popcorn chicken.

We sit on the garage floor, I feel the cold cement floor on my backside as my dress shifts up a bit. I empty the rest of the contents of the basket on the garage floor... more chicken, beer, artichokes (again, clueless), and an empty paper bag. I blow up the paper bag and pop it, sending a loud bang through the garage. He laughs quietly, and lowers himself as if to hide.

"I'm sorry.. did I wake some one up."
"No, nobody's here but us...."

We finish the chicken, popcorn and beer... competing for belching rights. We laugh and tell jokes about sheep and pirates. I ask to check out his car... and tell him how great it looks.

"Wanna look inside?" He licks his fingers as he stands up.
"Sure" I get all excited to reminesce about the things I thought I remembered doing in it, "I'd love to see the inside..."
He opens the door and helps me sit down in the passengers seat. Everything has been renewed inside... But yet, it feels the same, and immediately I am perched on memory lane. The lessons learned, the conversations had, the gentle yet firey kisses. The arguments, the agreements, the good byes that were said.
Weird... it feels like it was yesterday.

He is sitting in the drivers seat "Wanna see the back?"

"Totally" I jump out of the seat and try to manuver the seat to fold.

"I think it may be stuck,... Here, let me help you with that." He gets up and walks around the back... still belching. He fiddles with it for a moment; and then it pops and swings forward.

"There you go lady, take a look."

I bend an lean into the back of the car... "The car looks great! Is this the same car as..."
I am interrupted... hands grab my waist, push up my dress so my ass is exposed. "What are you doing?" I stuggle only a little... "You shouldn't really..."

"Let me be the one who dictates what I can and can't do... you just be still."
And then, I feel his mouth take me in.. and encompass my pussy from behind. My eyes roll back, I bit my lip... we really shouldn't, I feel so naughty. "You better stop.." I declare, but I'm still not fighting.
He's not stopping either. There is this strong internal fight within; like I am doing something I am not supposed to. Not quite guilt, but not total uninhibited pleasure either... Even so, the feeling is unsurmountable... My legs are becoming weak, trying desperately to support my ackward position bent through the door of the car, elbow against the seat.

He slides his hands down from my hips and reaches around, playing with my swollen lips and enticing my clitoris to get harder than ever. I tremor a bit, but I am greedy; so I spread my legs to invite his fingers to play more and faster. One hand accepts this invitation, the other moves around on rests just above his mouth... tickling my ass. And then, with one fluent movement, his tongue glides across my ass to moisten it... insert finger.
I jump, hurting a little I let out a husky moan... He rises and takes his mouth away. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do these things to you... nothing ever changed."
"uh-huh" is all I can muster now.

"I'm taking it further, whether you want it or not." He pushes me into the car and grabs some bungee cords (where the bungee cords came from, I have NO idea). He then grabs my arms and twists them around my back, strapping them together; tightly.

"That's right baby... what was lost is mine now." He grins and unbuckles his belt. "I don't give a fuck about whether it's right or wrong." He pulls down his pants and exposes a familiar face, again the memories came flooding in. I remember the pleasure it had brought me so often in the past... the new places it took me, the new feelings it introduced.

He turns me around to face the back window; partially bent, knees folded on the back seat. My hands are bound and my head is resting on the back deck, though small and cramped there is plenty of room for fornication. I feel helpless but extremely ready to be fucked.

As a side note to anybody that is interested; I love bondage.

He goes down on me again, apparently with the intentions of readying my already hot, swollen dripping pussy... It only takes a second for him to realize the preparation is not necessary. He slides his dick into me, and it feels like home... so many nights I mourned our relationship and all of it's aspects. I knew I would miss him, his humor, his smile, his family... his dick. I knew back then I would never feel him again... I was wrong.

It felt like forever that he drilled me; working it slowly out until I could feel the rim of his head about to pop out.. and then plunge it back in; deep.. and deeper. Side to side, in and out, up and down... waves of tingles reverberated through my body; making it difficult to speak, or even let out a cry. He grabs my head with one hand, using it to push me hard against him... he pounds harder, with intensity. His other hand moves again to my ass, and again.... insert finger. On and On he drives into my pleasure centers.. making me come again and again; in multiples.. it's amazing.

After what seemed to be quite a while longer, I began to tire... I begged him to come.. "Please," I panted, "Please... you have to come... I can't take it anymore... please."

"I'll come when I'm ready..." he grunts through clenched teeth.

No worries for my poor tired pussy... I have a plan, you see; something I keep in my back pocket. It's my secret weapon; it's my kegels.
So I clench my muscles together, he succumbs to the tightness... "Shit, what the fuck is that?" He moans... "Fuck that feels really fucking good..."
His breathing is labored, he is pumping slower, but still just as deep. "Shit.. fuck... oh shit..."
The kegels worked like a charm; with a resonant cry he comes -hard- and falls to me, resting on my back...
I hear Fleetwood Mac playing... what the fuck is that? You make loving fun? What?!??!
Is that the car stereo?

No. It was the alarm clock. It was Monday.

So tell me, do you dream like I dream? Do you feel as well?
Open Forum Time (I encourage all to participate, anonymous or otherwise)!

Tell me about the strangest, hottest, or most interesting dream in which you felt-- Especially if it was in color.