Like a dream - true story by oldcucksf

Like a dream


It’s always weird waking up alone, in a strange room, in the dark. “Like a stranger in a strange land”, I thought to myself as my eyes slowly adapted to the light. I was lying on my back on a bed in my jeans and t-shirt and I had a blanket. I also had to pee.

I swung my legs over the side and sat up on the edge of the bed. The carpet felt good and thick but I was glad I still had my socks on. I took a look around and got my bearings, I noticed that the room was perfectly silent. Eventually, a door took form just steps away as my eyes adjusted to the low light.

Memories were coming back to me now. I had been partying with my friend and her young friend that I had just met. She was about ten years my junior and he was another twenty years younger than her. Me and her had a mostly platonic relationship, not by my choice, but she gravitated toward the younger set, played the part of the older mentor and thank god for that. In my younger days I absolutely adored older women that had a thing or two to teach me.

I had such a crush on her. It was a not-so-secret crush because I knew that she knew. It was really just a secret from everyone else but fuck everyone else, I don’t care who knows really. I just didn’t want her the same way as her younger lovers. They had more stamina and the girth she craved and they just wanted to party. I wanted her after they were gone. My days as a coxsman were in my past but I’ve become much more liberated and resourceful than I was back then. What the years took away, experience gave back.

Getting up, I opened the door and stepped into a carpeted hallway. It was a little dark but not as dark as the room I had just exited. A small window on my left filtered some light and i could see the dust mites floating lazily on the edge of the beams. The hallway was shaped like the letter “L” and I was standing right in the very corner. I noticed a door at both ends of each corridor but I decided to explore for the bathroom down the hall that went deeper into the house.

I had just taken a few steps and was making a mental list of things I had a lot of questions. Where did I leave my shoes, my jacket and my keys? Was this morning or afternoon? What the fuck do I remember of the night before…

I heard a faint noise …and then I froze …what is that, an a****l in distress or ?…there it was again. More human-like than before, was someone in pain?

I could see that there were two doorways on my right, one at the top of the hall and from my angle the lone door on the left was ajar, so I made a beeline right to it. Bingo. Stepped in, closed the door, sweet relief. Flushed. Washed my hands and splashed my face to wake up.

Back out in the hallway and looking toward the room I just left, I noticed what I hadn’t before. The last door on the left before getting to the bedroom I just came out of was also open a bit.

I started my journey down the hall cautiously. I was alert now. As I got closer, it seemed the door was open almost a foot or so. Was that where the sound I heard before came from? I reached out and just as I touched the door, I heard a loud deep groan. Definitely human and not one of her cats.

I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking but maybe I intended to close the door. That would have been the right thing to do. I don’t always do the right thing though.

I glanced inside and could see the foot the bed and the corner of a blue quilted blanket. The quilted blanket was alive. It rose and fell at an impossible pace and the noises, actually I knew that noise in particular, a rhythmic squelching sound, a piston pushing through a greased gasket. A slurp, a cough. More groans.

She’d probably never talk to me again, but I wanted to walk in and yank that quilt away. I wanted to watch her fellate what I imagined to be some huge African monster. She and I had shared some intimate talk and shared some secrets. She admitted that she was somewhat attracted to the darker meat and I admitted to her that I was more than somewhat turned on by her telling me about it.

Then another noise, this one new, a chugging of breath and an impossible squeal like an old locomotive stepping on the brakes. A gurgling. I glance down realizing that my fly was open and what seemed, to me at my age, an impossibly hard erection had made it’s way to the open air.

What the fuck are you doing old man? I thought, as i stood there. You are creeping around in the hallway of your friend’s house with your dick leading the way like the prow of a ship. I wondered if anyone else was home. Scared for a moment, I slipped back into the dark guest room I had just left and carefully closed the door.

I leaned back against the closed door and grabbed my erection. It hadn’t been this hard on it’s own, without some chemical assistance, in at least the last decade. The head was moist when I ran my finger over it. I started stroking.

I tried to imagine the view from under her luscious derriere, the classic “Soixante neuf”, desperate to catch her clitoris on the end of my tongue while unsuccessfully trying to dodge her lover’s “boules noires géantes”. I imagined grasping him at the base as she climbed astride, teasing us both with her inevitable impalement.

Now I was getting close, my stoking hand slick with my own pre-cum.

I imagined her sprawled naked under that blue quilt waiting for her lover to leave and then beckoning me inside. She’d direct me. She never hesitated to take charge. She’d pull the quilt down to her waist revealing her large natural breasts with their erect sombrero-like nipples and then she’d roll over and spread her arms out. Words weren’t necessary, I knew it would always start with a massage. Eventually, when it was time to do the other side, I’d get my reward.

I’d do the alphabet, one letter at a time, using her labia as my canvass. I’d pretend my tongue was a drying magic marker and I’d have to go back over some letters two or three times. I’d scoop every drop of her lover’s salty cream from her pussy and I wouldn’t stop licking until she came once more. I imagined that I found her G-Spot and….

Noises in the hallway, Oh shit! A door closed. Heavy footsteps. Another door closed. I scurried back to the bed, lay down and pulled the blanket partially pulled over me. I was still hard as a rock.

A moment later, I heard a light knock and she just pushed the door open, and stepped in. Wrapped in a large terry cloth bath towel, her face shiny in the light from the hall, glowing and smiling, she seemed content for the moment.

“Hey, are you all right? it’s about 10 AM. do you want some tea?”, she said.

Small talk. I wished she’d just squat right over my head at the end of the bed and wave her beautiful pussy right above my nose. That thought did it for me, I was done. I came, hard and silently, I hoped, shooting three ropes of cum onto my belly and into the palm of my hand while she stood there and looked down at me.

Fuck. Could she tell? Does she know what just happened? Did I just make a fucking squeak when I came too? Fuck me.

“You almost… I’ll get up in a couple and put the water on for you”, my voice cracked.

I turned my head and looked over at at her. Does she know? I think she knows…fuck …but after a short awkward pause she cheerfully exclaimed, “OK” and with slight smile or a smirk - I don’t know which, she backed out, shutting the door behind her.

I closed my eyes again and her scent lingered in the quiet and the dark like a dream.