Something from the top of the brain tonight...

Nipples. Hard erect nippes were all he could think about. His tongue danced across pink tips growing larger with each wet kiss he gave them. Soft mounds of flesh rippling beneath him as he wedged his cheeks between them and licked the perfumed skin. The faint wisps of moans encouraged him to continue with his kissing. Drifting his hands up and down her body, he slithered down her torso until he found her small belly button. For a few moments he twirled his tongue in the small chamber while his hands reached up and found the two pink buds he raised from the dormant state they laid in only a few moments before. Her legs shifted and soon parted. Her body dissolved into the bed, giving him the open invitation to explore her farther. In a whispered rhythm, her breath sang as his lips touched the few strands of hair before the entrance of the grand temple she had opened to him. A gleam of excitement coated the soft pink doors. His fingers trembled as his gentle touch tickled the outer edges of her woman treasure. She groaned as he teased her over and over until she grasped his hand and forced it against her wet desires. A smile crept over his face as his finger slide in and out of her while his thumb brushed against the roof, massaging her clit. Juices flowed making a soft slapping sound as he thrust faster into her soft tunnel and rotated his thumb against the slick nub of her most sensative spot.

The sound of the alarm clock woke Pete up from his vivid dream. After a few moment of gathering consciousness he not only realized he was erect, but his right hand was wrapped around himself. For the past weeks he had woken up this way. Always about a woman he had seen the previous day. It could have been a glance, a short greeting or an extended conversation. They were all strangers in his life, but the deeper the contact, the more likely he would explore them deeper while he slept. All very private from the rest of the world, including his wife.

His wife moaned then reached over and shook him, "Pete, its time to get up. Turn off the alarm this time."

He clicked the music off from the radio, rubbed the small gristles of sand from his eyes and stumbled to the dresser to search for some clothes. Still erect, he stood facing away from his wife. She tossed over in the bed, her back to him. He glanced back at her and shook his head in disgust and retrieved his suit from the closet.