May 212014
 

Scott tapped the brake of his car. There was a woman leaning against the wall of the liquor store. The setting sun added a glow to her long tanned legs. Her shorts were indecently short but what really caught his eyes was the style of the shorts. They were cut off blue jeans, just like the kind that girls wore when Scott was a teen.

The woman looked at him. A halo of teased brown hair surrounded her face. Sunglasses slightly too large for her face covered her eyes. She blew a bubble of pink gum.

He knew what she was. There were three cars ahead of Scott and none of them slowed down to look at the woman with the long legs. That was because they couldn’t see her. She was a Wet Dream and she was one of Scott’s.

Scott sped past her. He didn’t have time for this. His wife wanted ice cream and since she was home sick, it was up to him to go get it. He should be focused on his wife and not impossible long tanned legs.

He turned a corner and stopped at the red light. The grocery store was in sight. Once he got inside and was surrounded by people, he would be safe.

Pop. The snapping of bubblegum made him look in his rearview mirror. The Wet Dream was there. She had a tight white tanktop that stretched across her tits. Nipples poked against the thin material and looked ready to burst.

She leaned forward. Scott prayed for the light to turn green. He could smell her. She smelled of pink bubblegum, strawberry shampoo and cigarette smoke. Of course. Bad girls always smoked.

“Go away,” Scott said. She didn’t answer. When she was created, Scott didn’t know how dirty girls talked.

The light turned green. He shot through the traffic light and turned into the grocery store parking lot. He cruised into the first spot he could find and got out. Scott counted on her staying in the car. Only the most persistent could follow him.

He heard the clicking of her heels behind him on the pavement.

The doors opened and he stepped inside. A second later he heard the doors open again. The Wet Dream walked up to him and smiled.

Scott couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The white tanktop had changed to a loose fitting blouse that draped over her tits. A pink headband had appeared was barely holding back her teased gold brown hair. The bubblegum was gone and her lips were covered in pink lipstick.

“Go away,” he whispered. He turned and headed for the ice cream. He had to keep looking away. She would wither and vanish if he could just ignore her. At least no one else could see his Wet Dream.

Scott passed a woman and her child. The woman’s eyes widened and she turned her small son away. The woman glared past Scott with all the fury of a mother.

“Shit,” Scott whispered. That hadn’t happened before. Scott had seen a thousand wet dreams but this was the first one that others could see too. Maybe she was real? No, that was impossible. No one dressed like this anymore. She was dressed like one of his posters from when he was a teen. The sunglasses were just like the ones that Kelly Macon used to wear in tenth grade homeroom. Even her hair was just like that that MTV VJ he had a crush on. No, this was his Wet Dream.

Why could other people see her? Was he that horny? Scott didn’t think so. Maybe his Wet Dreams got stronger as he got older. That was a scary thought. He barely understood the Wet Dreams himself so the last thing he wanted to do was explain it to other people. He wanted to keep the Wet Dreams to himself.

He walked faster. The Wet Dream caught up to him. She put her hand on his ass and Scott’s felt an old thrill of exhibitionism that he had forgotten.

A stockboy looked at him and gave him an approving nod of the head.

This had to stop. This was his grocery store; Scott and his wife came here all the time. He didn’t want people to tell his wife about the tramp that her husband was shopping with. His wife didn’t know about the Wet Dreams and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell her about them now.

There were two ways to get rid of a wet dream and ignoring hadn’t worked this time. He had to do the other.

He made a sharp turn and headed for the restrooms. The Wet Dream kept pace with him, her heels clicking loudly on the smooth floors. Her blouse had changed to something with buttons and nearly all the buttons had come loose. Her tits bounced freely within the rapidly opening shirt.

Scott stared straight ahead and ignored the looks of staring customers. He pushed open the door to the restrooms and pulled the Wet Dream behind him. A customer was coming out, an older guy, and he gave Scott and his Wet Dream an indignant stare as he left.

“Fuck,” Scott whispered. They wouldn’t have much time. He pulled the Wet Dream into a stall and closed it behind them.

She pressed against him. Young tits smashed against his chest. The smell of cigarettes and bubble gum was intoxicating. He rubbed his cheek against her permed hair and relished the sensations.

The Wet Dream tugged at his pants and pulled his cock out. He wanted to fuck her and feel those long legs around him but he knew better. The older Wet Dreams sometimes don’t have vaginas or worse, they had something that a teenage boy thought a vagina looked like. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Scott pushed the Wet Dream down to her knees. The blouse was gone now and she was topless. Tanned breasts glowed below him. She opened her red lips and took his cock into her mouth.

“Yes,” Scott groaned. She took all of his cock into her mouth because Wet Dreams never gag unless he wanted them to. She was hot and slick and wet and tight around his cock. He grabbed her permed hair with both hands and struggled to stay on his feet.

The Wet Dream sucked him. Tits bounced against his legs with each thrust of her head. Her lips were tight and her tongue flicked the head of his cock. One hand went down into her shorts and stroked a vagina that he didn’t want to see.

She looked up at him, pretty blue eyes peeking out from behind the large frames of her sunglasses. He wondered where he had seen those eyes before.

He grinded against her face. The Wet Dream took it. She didn’t need to breathe so she could suck and suck and suck as long as his cock stayed hard.

Scott climaxed. It was a strong orgasm and he had to bite his lip to keep from yelling. He shot into her mouth and like all Wet Dreams, she swallowed all of it. Her lips were sealed around his cock until every drop was gone.

She vanished. Scott was left gripping handfuls of air. He let out a sigh of relief. He leaned against the wall of the stall and tried to catch his breath.

The restroom door opened. Scott had a feeling that the old man had ratted on him. Whoever came in was walking slowly and trying to appear nonchalant.

Scott pulled his pants up and flushed the toilet to maintain the illusion of being a normal non-fucked customer. He came out of the stall and tried to look as normal as possible.

He was right; a manager was in the restroom. The guy didn’t say anything but he checked the stall that Scott came out of while Scott washed his hands. The manager looked annoyed and headed out.

Scott laughed when he left. Once Scott had come, there was no trace of his Wet Dream except for the smile on Scott’s face.

  One Response to “Fiction: The Wet Dream”

  1. Awesome story, as usual. I like this guy’s haunting and really loved this line.

    The older Wet Dreams sometimes don’t have vaginas or worse, they had something that a teenage boy thought a vagina looked like. It wasn’t worth the risk.

    Very fun.

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