Passive II - Sex Stories

Passive II

I had a dream the other night. I am not sure how to describe it. It was a weird combination of frightening and thrilling. I'll let you be the judge.

I was in my apartment's laundry room folding my clean clothes. Our laundry room is pretty big for just having the two machines and a big work table, where I was. I was facing the wall with my mind on my task. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me and I turned, still holding onto a blouse I was putting on a hanger and was startled to see a man there. The corner of his lips were turned up into a slight smile, but his eyes had a burning intensity in them. He was tall - at least six feet. His broad, muscular shoulders were barely hidden by a tight T shirt. He exuded strength and masculine power. My only thought was that I was surely powerless to resist him if I were to try. The thought made me shiver, but I could feel my body making itself ready for him.

His lips moved and the chocolate baritone voice said I was beautiful. I could feel my cheeks burn a little and I felt compelled to reply. I heard myself say "Thank you."

He took another step closer, so that now I had no avenue of escape. He spoke again, "I mean really,really beautiful."

I tipped my head upwards to look into his eyes. They showed determination and my tummy did a little somersault.

He spoke again, "I'll stop if you tell me to."

My mind nearly tore itself asunder pulling itself in different directions. My trepidation wanted to shout out loud, fearing ...

... what I knew this powerful man was capable of. But knowing that energized a powerful lust seated deep in my subconscious that overruled my doubts and fears.

I felt his hands move to my waist and take hold of the hem of my blouse and lift it up. My heart began to beat even faster and my arms lifted themselves up over my head of their own accord. The shirt came up over my head and off and he tossed it away.

His hands then moved to my shoulders and he urged me to turn around. As I did, I lost sight of him but could feel his hands move to the middle of my back and work the catches on my bra briefly before it sprang apart and fell down my shoulders. His hands forced their way under my arms and cupped my breasts. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, which were already hard little nubs. I heard myself eke out a quiet moan before I bit my lip to silence it.

His hands moved back to my shoulders, and I felt them urging me gently, but firmly, to bend over the table. Next, his hands moved down to my waist and I could feel him lifting the back of my skirt up and tucking it into the waistband. And then I felt them tugging my panties down over my hips until they dropped to the floor. I picked my feet up to step out of them and then he told me to move my feet further apart. I could feel the cool air of the room wafting over my pussy. I was conflicted as to whether I did or didn't want him to notice how wet I was. His hand appeared next at the small of my back and pushed it down, making ...