Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real that you did not want it to end?
I was running along a path. Each side of the course had many different flowers growing. It was a warm sunny morning with a slight breeze that made the run comfortable.
Coming up in the opposite direction was a very pretty blond woman. She was short with a thin face, slim body, and nice legs. As she passed me, our eyes met.
She wore a white top and blue stretch shorts. She was not wearing a bra, so her tits were dancing around; they were small, and her nipples were hard.
“Good morning,” she said, not stopping to talk.
“Good morning,” I said as she passed by me.
I stopped and turned around to watch her run. I noticed she had a nice little bubble butt.
I woke up wishing I could continue the dream with the two of us ending up in bed.
I had the same dream the next night. In this dream, we stop to chat.
“I like your blouse,” I tell her.
“You mean you like to see my breast bounce around? I know I should wear a bra, but I like the feeling of my girls being free.”
The sun poked through the window, waking me up. Why am I having this dream? Am I going to meet someone new?
On the third night, my dream repeated the first two nights. This time she ran past me, and I turned to run with her. She wore the same white blouse and running shorts.
“Do you mind if I run with you?” I asked her.
We both stopped.
“Want to see my breasts?” She said as she lifted her blouse. Her breasts were small with round areolas and long dark pink nipples.”
Again I woke up, realizing it was just a dream.
The next night brought me the same dream. The path had more twists and turns. She passed by, and I turned to run with her. I caught up to her, and again, we stopped to chat. She told me her name was Hope.
“You like looking at my ass, don’t you? She said as she lowered her shorts and turned to show me. It was a lovely ass. She looked down at my shorts and asked if she could see the bulge in my shorts. I lowered my shorts, and my cock sprang to attention. She reached out to touch it.
I woke up with my hand in my pants, jerking myself off.
I thought about my dream girl and how sexy she was. I came in my underwear.
Are my dreams telling me I would meet my dream woman?
The running path at the park went through and around trees. The track was about a half-mile loop. One section had a small garden of flowers, just like the ones in my dream.
I stretched a few minutes to loosen up my joints and began my run. Halfway around the track, I noticed a short blond-haired woman running toward me. She was not wearing a bra; her breast bounced inside her white top.
She was the woman in my dreams. How could it be? Do dreams come true? I was about to find out.
Our eyes met, and she said, “Good Morning.”
Her nipples were pushing against the fabric of her white blouse.
“I like your blouse,” I told her.
“You like my blouse, or do you like watching my breast bounce around in it? I only ask because your eyes are not looking into mine.”
I told her about my dreams and that she was in them. I told her the woman’s name in my dreams was Hope.
“Are you serious? Did you see me somewhere and find out my name?”
“No, you are in my dreams; I never met or saw you before. You even asked me the same question in my dream. In the last dream, you pulled down your pants and showed me your ass.”
“That is scary she said as she continued her run.”
I finished my run and walked back to my car. Hope was leaning against her car, waiting for me.
“Were you serious about your dreams or just trying to hit on me?”
“No, I was serious. Her name was Hope, and she looked exactly like you.”
“I believe you. What are your dreams telling us? I will take a big risk now, but do you want to follow me home? We can talk over coffee.”
I followed her home. She made coffee, and I told her about my dreams. “In my dream, you have a small birthmark under your right breast.”
“Amazing,” she lifted her blouse to show me the birthmark.
“I know I should wear a bra, but I like the feeling of my girls being free. Oh my god, I sound like the dream. I am about to make your dreams come true. Follow me to the bedroom. The dreams may be yours, but reality will be ours.”
As we walked into the bedroom, I noticed the bright flowers in a vase on the bedstand, just like the ones in my dreams.
We removed our clothing. Hope reached over and grabbed my stiffened shaft. We kissed with passion as I twisted her nipples.
She pushed me on the bed, knelt above my cock, held it up to her pussy, and slid down its entire length. Her breast jiggled on her chest. I grabbed her waist and started pumping her wet pussy.
I pumped her harder and faster when I saw how quickly she came. It did not take long until she had her second orgasm. It wasn’t long before her next orgasm and the next.
“Stop fucking me for a minute so I can catch my breath,” Hope panted.
After a few seconds, I started pumping her pussy again. She orgasmed for two more times.
“It is your turn; now cum inside me.”
I pumped her as hard and fast as I could. Her pussy grabbed my cock and tightened around it.
Damn, I woke up with cum all over my chest.
