Costumes

Bridesmaid

Well, you couldn't blame him. He had been really hoping to have the discussion he had really wanted to have with the erratic female, but there'd been some complications, namly a certain butcher.

Had he not had such cumbersome issues he could have been down in that viewing room with her. Maybe talk these things out, get some solutions too? But nope, the mobster just had to have connections with the one prick he'd maimed in an unforgettable fashion.

Unfortunately due to such circumstances he'd come home without resolutions and a whole bunch of pent up energy. After finishing his nightly routine of gardening, dinner, and evening meditation, his mind was left free and unable to focus on his precious 90 minutes of sleep.

Laying in bed in a darkened room with the city noises he closed his eyes and saw her in that hideous pink dress. It really was one of the most disgusting dresses ever to be envisioned, but somehow some way, on her it was like a Victoria's Secret negligee.

The tight pink material pushed her small chest forward and the baby blue flowers drew your attention to them even more. Letting his mind indulge his id's most base drives he drew her to him in fantasy. He'd earned this after all beating the butcher with an appetizer.

She was there in the pink monstrosity at the end of his bed getting on all fours facing him. The tiara sparkled as bright as her seductive eyes. He motioned to his dream girl to move closer. She obliged the demand and was now inching her way forward to his face at the top of the bed.

Even if it was only a fantasy he's member had such a raw reaction, that it started to become less flexible, and his underwear became uncomfortable. He didn't want to bother removing the underwear just yet so he willed his body to slow down, She was not going anywhere.

On top of him now he looked up and reached out to the frilly freak fashion and felt through the silky satin material her lower hump. It was so tight, probably from all her training to avoid sensors and other man made hurdles. He squeezed it and felt the muscles grow even tighter in her tights.

Unlike his last fantasy, which was pretty much out of pure frustration and need he was going to take this one slower. He wasn't sure why though, this was his imagination after all. But maybe it was some weird guilt because of his last fantasy he hadn't really been generous with her. Now he wanted to make up for it.

His other hand went for her hair to remove the tiara that had dug itself into her scalp and the hair pins holding her hair up. Gold tendrils jumped like she did when on a ledge down below. Her face was now encased in gold like Aphrodite rising from the sea.

After throwing the items to the floor, his fingers slide themselves through those locks. Stroking them like he'd seen her stroke those safes. He worked up to her earlobe where he melodically flicked them. The fantasy began to catch her breath and started to slightly pant.

She then began to pull the zipper of the dress down. The pink cascaded down to her ankles and then was thrown off to the rest of the pile of imaginary clothes. In a blink of an eye she was naked before him.

To give into the fantasy further he shut his eyes harder. He wanted to burn her perfect form into the lids. While his hands began to play with himself, the fantastical girl before him began to fill in the gaps by placing her mouth at the tip and used her tongue to explore. The faster he manually pumped the faster her mouth would work magic.

Suddenly like a light switch flipping this wasn't enough for his needs. The covers he was under were suffocating him and his drive. They were tossed to the edge of the bed. While in the almost dream like state he had moved from under her to behind her on all fours. He could see the tight ass up in the air and so inviting to him.

He revved up and plunged deep inside as his mouth latched on to her neck while he mounted her. The quicker his realistic pace got the faster he pumped in and out of her. This lasted a lot longer than before.

How long this lasted was unclear to him as he had collapsed into sleep along the way and woke up to the stickiest he'd ever been since being a preteen and had his first wet dream. He was slightly ashamed to realize this.

The shame wasn't helped by seeing his phone's screen tell him they had yet another job lined up, great, he'd have to look her in the eyes.

AN Notes:

A part of me wants to continue the fantasy teasing for a little while longer I hadn't originally planned it to last longer than maybe one part. But I have to write what I feel. Next up will be Flight Attendant….