But when I looked up, I was staring at the ceiling of a hotel room. We were in an elegant room, probably at the Waldorf Astoria. I was dressed in silk pajamas, and Sandra came in from the balcony wearing a lace and silk outfit. I could see her nipples and the outline of her folds. She slowly undressed in front of me, and I became aroused again.
Pulling me out of my pajamas, she then started rubbing both sides of my cock with her tits. She spit on my dick to give it some natural lube, and she again started stimulating me toward completion. I looked to the side, and my pineapple cup had become a tumbler full of whiskey. But when I reached for it and pulled it forward, it was a bottle of beer.
When I turned toward Sandra, we were in a loft in a barn. I was on my back in the hay, and Sandra was climbing up to be with me. I was beginning to see a pattern in this dream.
Dressed in Daisy Dukes and a shirt that was tied in the middle, Sandra took it all off. Her hair was in pigtails, and she crawled on her hands and knees toward me. She started touching my crotch and unbuckling my jeans to free my growing cock from its confines.
“You like to be teased,” she said knowingly in the strange, process musical voice. “You like to tease and be teased, don’t you, Jack?”
“Yes.”
“Why? Why do you do this?”
She pulled out my cock and began to suck. I was trying to think of an answer to her question, but the sensation was so distracting.
“I-I-I don’t know,” I confessed. “Things have gotten…they just had gotten so boring before. I needed something new. A new stimulation.”
Straddling me, Sandra prepared to lower herself down on me. She did so very slowly and finally came all the way down. I was almost on the verge of coming, but the scene changed again.
I found myself floating in a space station with Sandra. We had been in spacesuits, but the pieces were now floating all around us. Sandra was in NASA approved underwear, as was I. She pulled off her t-shirt and panties, setting them loose to float around the capsule.
“I want to tease you endlessly, Jack,” her strange voice said.
Suddenly, everything was black and white. Sandra had her hair in a forties bob. We were in an old-style office, dressed in period clothes. She started to take off her dress, which was the only color in the room because it was bright red.
“Let me tease you,” she requested.
Another change. This time, we were in some lavish bedroom of a 16th-century monarch. On a four-poster bed, I already had my pantaloons down around my ankles as she tossed aside her powdered wig. Sandra slipped off her dress and undergarments.
“Let me please you,” she requested.
And now, all the images were merging together. Rapidly, they were going back and forth from all the scenes. In them all, Sandra was teasing and having sex with me in multiple ways. I awoke in a cold sweat, thoroughly aroused with my dick hard as a rock.
Reaching for the nightstand, I took her panties and stroked my aching shaft with the thin piece of lace. It was slightly cool against my hot skin, but that wasn’t the pleasure I wanted. I knew that Sandra’s pussy was hot. That was what I wanted. Straining, desiring, all I wanted was to push into her folds and feel her velvety walls fit me like a glove.
Gripping the satin around my shaft harder, almost to the point of hurting myself, I pumped my cock over and over. Imagining that I was taking Sandra hard, I would slam into her over and over. At the same time, I’d watch those huge breasts sway with our movement. She would cry and moan as I ripped my dick in and out of her, feeling her wetness all over my skin. Making her cum hard, her pussy would tighten around me, milking my cock for my seed. I’d fill that little pussy up, rubbing my cum into her over repeatedly till I was spent, and my head stopped spinning.
I came all over her panties. The tension was gone, and I would soon be asleep.
Unfortunately, I also knew this was a temporary solution. A few nights of dreams like this, and I’d hardly be able to control myself. It was taking every ounce of restraint I had not to go into Sandra’s room right now and ravage her. I think she would invite the experience and enjoy it.
When I woke up the next morning, I started to put my fears aside. Perhaps I was making too big of a deal about how the Davies brothers might react to Sandra and me. We were all friends. Why wouldn’t they welcome someone like me having a relationship with their cousin?