Lately, I had dreams about this woman who was so vivid that I felt it was real. In my dreams, this gorgeous and voluptuous Ebony woman and I have incredible sex. I could not stop thinking about this woman. It was my destiny to meet this “dream girl”.
For fourteen straight nights, I was forlorn. It was the worse feeling! With no woman to call, I decided to go out. I went to a crowded club in midtown Manhattan. People were dancing and having a great time. Some of the women that recognized me freaked out and took pictures. I saw some of my friends that I went to college with and decided to chill with them in the VIP section.
I looked down to the dance floor and saw my friend, Abella Anderson. She was a petite, olive-skinned Cuban hottie with big beautiful brown eyes, and long black hair. She was also busty and had a plump round ass! Abella looked good in her royal blue short top, tight jeans, and matching boots. It was good to see that she maintained her nice physique. I took one last sip of my Jack & Coke and headed to the dance floor.
Abella noticed me and pulled me to the middle of the dance floor. She and I danced dirty to the classic, “Poison” by BBD. I loved every moment of this as I squeezed her hips, tits and kissed her neck. Abella turned around and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced in unison. The feeling was indescribable that I knew we were going to fuck.
After dancing to the latest hip-hop and R&B tunes, Abella whispered to me that she wanted to leave to have sex. Therefore, we left the club and hopped in my Viper SRT-10 Coupe. Abella was so hot and horny; she unzipped my jeans and started sucking. Abella savored my dick like a lollipop, and marinated it until I ejaculated. My body tensed as I filled Abella’s mouth with my warm golden semen. She swallowed every drop.
Abella and I ended up going to one of the most extravagant hotels in Manhattan where she stayed. I felt like I was in a movie as we strolled through the lobby. I saw three gorgeous female workers standing there smiling. The woman in the middle had my attention because she was the woman in my dreams. I could not believe she was in front of my face. She was a short dark-skinned goddess with brown hair and eyes, full lips, and amazing curves. I continued to walk to the elevator without looking at her. The three women gazed at me and snickered.
Inside Abella’s elegant suite, we showered, and then we started kissing. I fingered her clit, and then I put two fingers in her moist hole. The more I licked and sucked her, the wilder she got. Abella moved around, squeezed her breasts, and screamed her excitement.
“No, no fuck me.” She panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, baby.”
Willing to give her what she wanted, I rammed my dick into Abella’s wet pussy. She let out the most intense scream I had ever heard. The bed was rocking, and I pounded Abella’s pussy hard and fast. With her eyes closed, she climaxed repeatedly telling me not to stop. I looked over at the window and saw my “dream girl” standing there watching. I gazed as she touched herself and licked her lips. I waved to her to let her know that I acknowledged her presence and then I focused back on Abella.
We showed that we had amazing sexual stamina. After a series of continuous orgasms, Abella finally passed out in the middle of her intense orgasm. I felt fatigued and could barely move. Soon I got out of bed and open the sliding glass door leading to the balcony and step out. I looked both sides and felt disappointed that there was no sign of my dream girl.
Later that morning, I took a hot shower and Abella decided to call room service, and ordered breakfast for us. We had pancakes with scramble eggs and bacon. The food tasted good, which surprised me. I still had my dream girl fresh in my head and hope to run into her. I told Abella I was running late for an appointment and had to leave. After we embraced and kissed, I left.
As I left the room, my dream girl dressed in street attire walked past me with a big smile on her face. I knew this was a pivotal moment for me to holler at her. We got on the elevator, and I decided to make my move.
“Good morning, gorgeous?” I said to her.
“Good morning, how are you doing?” She replied.
“Great! Didn’t I see you on the balcony last night?”
“Yeah,” She giggled. “I was on the balcony watching. I must say you know how to handle your business.”
“Oh, so you liked my performance. I am glad it turned you on. My name is Mar’e. What is your name, sexy?”
“Ida,” She answered with a smile.
“Lovely name,” I told her.
As I walked her to the subway, we exchanged numbers. I was not only blissful to get her number, but that she was single. We promised to talk later and set something up. I prayed that Ida was the woman I needed in my life.
A few weeks later, Ida and I finally decided to go on a date. I waited in the lobby of her Riverside Drive condominium. I wore an all white attire and Air Force Ones sneakers. Ida came off the elevator, and I was speechless. She looked stunning in her gold dress and matching heels. We hugged and kissed.
“Y’all two make a lovely couple.” The concierge complemented us.
Ida laughed and said, “Thanks.”
We hopped in my brand new silver Lamborghini Reventón and sped off. Ida turned the music up, moved her head around, and made funny facial expressions. It was crazy!
As we walked down the street, people stopped and turned their heads. It was clear to them that Ida and I make a hot couple. I took Ida to her favorite restaurant, Gramercy Tavern. We sat at a table by the window, and I think we both were still anxious. We had red wine, which took the edge off and helped ease the anxiety. Things progressed smoothly after we tasted the wine. We ordered seafood and flirted. I felt we had natural chemistry. Ida’s beauty fascinated me. We talked and laughed as though we had been best friends for many years.
“Ida, I’ll die if I don’t tell you this.” I continued. “Not too sound crazy or if I am losing my mind, but I have had dreams about you for days. Dreams that were so vivid it felt real. I know you are my soul mate! I’m not interested in any woman, but you.”
“That’s how I feel about you.” Ida expressed. “When I first lay my eyes on you that night at the hotel, I instantly had a strong connection to you. I feel in my heart that you are the man for me. I can’t even lie when I watch you have sex with that girl I visualize it was me you were fucking.”
“We need to make that into a reality.” I responded with a smile.
Later on that night, we went to my penthouse. While Ida took her bubble bath, I decorated my place with candles and flowers. Ida came out the bathroom dripping wet and nude. We started kissing and her body melted into mine. Her right hand found my dick, and she wrapped her tiny fingers around it. Smiling, we were both naked and satisfied at what we saw.
As I lay her softly on the bed, her sex body sparkled in the moonlight. She had the sexiest pierced navel I had ever seen. I spread her legs and kissed my way up to her pussy, and then I entered her. First, I rocked it slow, then gently pressed harder, bringing her ecstatic pleasure. Ida’s moans of pleasure told me she was getting close to orgasm. Then she climaxed with a loud cry.
Ida climbed on top of me and rode me like a wild cowgirl. We made loud noises and talked dirty as if we were shooting porn. Finally, we climaxed. The sexiest odor on earth, the aroma of passionate, sex filled my bedroom.
“Whoa, I feel like I lost my virginity to you, boo.” Ida sighed. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms like that.”
“It was great.” I expressed, and then kissed her softly on the lips. “The sex was incredible, baby girl!”
“What is going to happen next? Is this going to be the last time I’m going to see you?”
“Of course not, you’re the only one for me.” I told Ida. “I don’t want to date other women. I’m through with that player shit.”
“Are you serious?” Ida asked with a smile.
“Yes,” I responded.
The room darkened, and we made love again. It was the perfect way to end a perfect night.
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