Sometimes my dreams are like a pornographic movie theater of the mind.
I dreamed I was hanging out with a certain lady... We'd been at a bar but we left to go outside. We were sitting beside a building underneath the fire escape.
We were touching each other, light touches. I ran my fingers through her hair. She stroked my thigh, squeezed it.
We were totally hot for each other. It seemed as though we were hidden enough from the street that probably not many people passing by would be able to see us. Without warning she whipped off her t-shirt. All she was wearing underneath was a thin little tank top.
I took her waist in my hands and pulled her close to me, lifted up her top and started licking and sucking her breasts. Then we were naked, she was lying on her back and I was licking her pussy. She was moaning and writhing all around. We were on a couch that had just somehow appeared underneath this fire escape.
Finally we just had to get out of there. We decided to head back to her place.
No sooner had we gotten all our clothes back on, than her friend popped out from around the corner. "Hi guys! Whatcha doin'?"
Her friend proceeded to sit down on the couch with us and start making all kinds of casual small talk.
Meanwhile, our legs were shaking because we wanted to fuck so bad.
~ Different dream. Different lady. We were fooling around in a park. We were hidden away behind a little brick building, and we decided that we were going to have sex, right there, outdoors in plain daylight.
I tore open a condom wrapper. The condom was already half-unrolled, which was strange. I got it onto the end of my cock and then I noticed it had cat hair all over it.
I had somehow gotten some of the cat hair all over my chest and arms as well. At first I tried to be nonchalant and brush it away. But it wasn't brushing away too easily.
Finally I stopped and looked at my lady.
She looked down at the hair-covered condom and said, "Yeah, like I'm really gonna stick that in me."
I said, "Hold on a minute. I'll go clean this up."
The bathroom was in another brick building across the park. I picked up my clothes, but I didn't put them on. Instead I carried them and ran across the park barefoot while doing the naked-man crouch.
I got to the bathroom and tried to open the door but it was locked. "Occupied," someone yelled from inside.
I held my clothes in a bundle in front of me and did the naked-man dance.