Page 4 of Dream Cum True
“Could be.”
“Well, I’m forty-two. As beautiful as you are, if you’re not over thirty, I shouldn’t even be talking to your pretty ass.”
Karla was a natural beauty. Her skin was a medium brown shade with a red undertone. I wasn’t sure if her hair was naturally auburn, but the color looked amazing with her skin tone. Her face was covered in freckles that looked as if they were strategically placed. I could look at her for hours and not get bored.
She laughed as the bartender placed our drinks in front of us. After taking a sip, she responded.
“Is thirty too young for you?” I nodded. “Even if we’re just sitting at the bar talking?”
“It is when all I can think about is how good you’d look butt ass naked, spread eagle, in the center of my bed.”
She happened to be lifting her glass to her mouth and almost slammed it down upon hearing my words.
“Elias!” she shrieked with surprise.
“It might be safer to bend you over my balcony and hit it from the back. I might fall in love if I have to look into those beautiful eyes while my dick is buried deep inside you.”
She held onto the front of the bar, closed her eyes, and took a few slow, deep breaths before speaking.
“You’re talking to a thirty-eight-year-old woman who hasn’t had sex in over a year. I’m not looking for love, so that second option works for me. I hope you’re not saying shit you can’t back up.”
I stood, took her hand, and she willingly slid from the stool. My pace was fast as we left the bar, but she kept up with me, holding the hem of her dress in her free hand.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked when we stopped in front of my room.
We stood face-to-face as she spoke. “For the past four days, I’ve been hoping I’d meet someone who could knock the cobwebs off my pussy and fold me up like a pretzel. Is that person you?”
Nothing else needed to be said. As soon as we entered my room, I pressed her back against the door and covered her mouth with mine. Our tongues connected, sliding around each other’s mouths. The remnants of the vodka from her drink lingered on her tongue, combining with the leftover cognac flavor on mine.
As we kissed, I forced my hands between her and the door, fumbling with the zipper of her dress for a moment before pulling it down. While I did that, she unfastened my pants, not hesitating to shove her hand inside and grab my dick.
“Fuck!” I groaned into her mouth.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, gazing at me with low eyes. I thought she was having second thoughts until she let her dress fall from her shoulders before pushing it down her body. It fellto the floor, exposing her bare breasts and the thong she wore underneath.
As she eased the thong over her hips, I thanked God that Karla was built like a grown ass woman with full, voluptuous breasts, the perfect waist-to-hip ratio, thick thighs, and a plump ass that I could see from the front.
“Damn, you’re stunning.”
She timidly looked down at her body but didn’t try to cover up, for which I was grateful. When she looked up again, our eyes connected and remained that way while I undressed.
Once I was naked, I offered her my hand and she didn’t hesitate to take it. I led her to the bedroom, which was illuminated by the moonlight. As we headed toward the bed, she paused, causing me to turn and look at her.
“Can we shower?” she asked.
“Whatever you want.”
We went to the bathroom, which had a large walk-in shower. I turned the water on before lifting her and sitting her on the counter. She opened her legs, and I stepped between them.
A piece of her hair had fallen from the bun on the top of her head, and I reached up and slipped it behind her ear, then cupped her face.
“I love your freckles, and I’m battling the urge to kiss each one of them.”
She blushed and tried to look down, but I wouldn’t allow it.
“Thank you. I was teased a lot about them as a child, and I started wearing makeup to cover them.”
“I’m glad you didn’t do that today.”
