He was there, tall and dark, like he'd been at the coffee shop, though this time, his sunglasses were gone, revealing his eyes. His scent, male and sexy, completed the sensation, and he stared at her as if she were a four-course meal. The ponytail was gone, and his brown locks hung down around his face, his eyes peeking through the erratic strands.

And he had his hands on her.

All over her.

He caressed her breasts, her legs, her arms, her shoulders. Every part of her, he touched.

She moaned, crying out as he caressed her. Squeezing a nipple, he smiled at her.
She just sighed, arching into his touch.

From the shadows, another man appeared, this one as tall, but blond, his hair short and cropped. He watched at first, if only for a few seconds, a feral look on his face as he took in the sight of her and the other man together. She took in a breath--she'd never been watched before; a wild sensation ran through her, unlike anything she'd ever felt.

She tipped her head back, a moan escaping her as the dark haired man slipped his hand between her legs. The blond came up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, just caressing the skin under her breasts.

She'd never felt anything so erotic in all her life.

"You like this," the dark haired man whispered in her ear as he teased her clit.

She moaned.

"You do," the blond said in her other ear, his voice just as seductive as the dark haired man's.

Together they caressed, teased, and tormented her until she screamed and cried for release. She lost track of whose hands belonged where--all that skin moving against hers, numbing her brain beyond anything but the feel of the contact.

Then the dark haired one shoved his hard cock inside her, pumping against her as the blond held her up for him. The blond shoved his dick against her butt, pulsing and sliding against her.

Screams of release came out of both her and the brunette.

Nicole awoke, bolting upright in her bed, her body drenched in sweat.

Oh, my God! What a dream.

She hadn't had a dream like that in... Hell, she couldn't remember ever having a dream like that. Her nightgown bunched around her waist, and one of her pillows was between her legs.

"No more espresso for me." She got up and headed for the bathroom. Peeling off her panties, she realized she'd have to get a new pair out.

"What am I? A twelve year old boy?" she muttered as she finished up and rinsed her face. Glancing at the watch she never removed, she realized she had about an hour before she needed to get up.

Curling back up into bed, she shook her head, wondering why she'd had such a strong, erotic dream.

It just wasn't like her at all.