Vicki tried to hide her blush from her lover, knowing she didn't succeed. He could see everything, even in this dim light.
"I'd never laugh, Vicki." Henry claimed.
With a disbelieving snort, Vicki cried, "That is such crap! You totally laughed when I told you about that dream where I was a
vampire."
"That wasn't the funny part. It was the wiggly fang, love." Henry smiled. "Besides, that was over a year go! Please? I promise to tell you something incredibly embarrassing about myself in exchange, alright?"
Vicki thought it over, "Something that I could hold over your head forever?" she coolly asked, still unconvinced.
Sitting up in the bed, causing the sheets to slip into his lap, Henry raised his right hand, three fingers extended "Scout's honor."
Eyebrow raised, Vicki replied, "You were never a scout, Henry, and you were certainly never a girl scout."
"Well, maybe not, but with my mental powers of persuasion, you know I would always sell the most cookies." he laughed.
Laughing also, now, Vicki relented, "ok, but that story I'm getting from you had better be plenty embarrassing." She lay back on the pillows and began to tell him her dream.
"I dreamed we were on a late night subway on our way home from a gallery opening and there were no other passengers
in our car. I take your hand in mine and place it at the hem of my skirt, guiding it upwards. You begin to kiss my neck, pushing the
material of my skirt higher, past the tops of my stockings, finally touching my skin. I lean back against the seat, letting my thighs part for your hand, and you find I'm not wearing anything underneath except my garters.
That's when I turn to you and straddle your lap. I don't waste much time, making short work of your shirt buttons, though your hand stroking me is mighty distracting. The train begins to slow and we know passengers might be at the next station, but we don't want to stop. I grab your head, sweeping your mouth with my tongue because it feels like I haven't in far too long. You unbutton my top and break the kiss to suck my breasts through the lace as I open your jeans. As usual, I find you already hard. It only ever takes you a few kisses to be ready for me.
The train stops and a few passengers get on, but nobody seems to even notice us one woman even sits just a seat away. One of your hands is kneading my breast, pinching my nipple at times, while your other one is still buried inside me. I look around the car, checking that no one is watching and you lean in to nibble my neck, whispering for me to just forget them all. You stroke me faster and I can't concentrate on much else. I need to feel you in my hand and when I close my fingers around you, you're so hot and firm. You stop moving for a moment, letting your head fall back on the seat. By now I'm feeling pretty powerful and I grab a fistful of your hair and order you to open your eyes and look at me.
I can only imagine what happens next, cause unfortunately, that's when I woke up. And let me tell you, I was extremely ticked off about it! My subconscious and I are going to have to have a few words about that one." Vicki finished, not meeting his eyes.
Only a single moment passed before Henry flashed a feral grin, moving his body over his blonde lover and whispered, "Let me show you what happened next."
The End.