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Wet Dreams	By : Eclectic_Pet Category: S through Z > Stephanie Plum Series Views: 6893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Codes: M/F, Oral, and Rimming
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I was headed to the bonds office that was temporarily housed in Mooner’s motor home, while the new office was being built. I was looking for Connie, when I noticed her sitting by the front window in the bookshop. I needed to get the new FTA files; I had bills to pay.
“Oh, I’m sorry Stephanie, but I left them in the motor home.” She said seemingly a little distracted.
“OK, but why are you in here at the bookstore?” I asked.
“Well Mooner has been working some long hours for the last several days. And no, I didn’t ask what type of work he’s doing. I’m not sure I want to know. He looks exhausted and too stressed.
Anyway, he said that he was going to fix something to eat, play some video games and light up his ‘bong’ to help him unwind and get some sleep. I thought it was best that I work in here. You know how I hate trying to get that smell out of my hair!” Connie lamented. Although I could sense that, she was concerned about Mooner.
“Well, I’ll just slip in and get the files. Where are they?”
“They’re on the table in the back. If Mooner is sleeping, just let him be. He looked like he could sleep for a week.” I nodded at Connie and headed out of the bookstore.
When I reached the motor home, it seemed rather quite inside. So rather than knocking, I slowly opened the door. I nearly choked on the smoke billowing out of the door. I got a huge lung full of bong smoke. Man, I hadn’t had that much since I was in high school.
I took a deep breath of Jersey air and stepped into the motor home. It took a few moments for my eyes to filter though the smoke and I was finally able to make out Mooner lying on the bed in the back. I looked around and saw that his video game was still on, so I turned it off. I hoped that I hadn’t lost his level in the game, but I suspected that he wouldn’t have too much trouble getting back to that level. He was a master gamer after all.
As I stepped further into the motor home, I found the FTA files that Connie had told me about, sitting on the kitchenette table. Except, what got my attention was the very large platter of brownies sitting next to them. Connie hadn’t mentioned the brownies, but it was probably because she was concerned about Mooner.
It was two days before my period was due to start and I was in desperate need for chocolate. The brownies were calling to me, “Eat me, eat me, eat me!” I was broke, hungry, and PMSing; how could I resist them. Therefore, I pulled up a chair and dug in!
The brownies seemed heavenly. I had also gotten used to the bonk smoke around me too.
I must have been devouring my fifth, or was it my sixth brownie, when I heard moaning coming from the bedroom behind me. I turned around and saw Mooner writhing on the bed, moans, and soft phrases coming from his parted lips. I thought something might be wrong, so I finished my brownie, and headed to the bedroom to check on Mooner.
Mooner was still lying on his back, and I noticed that his light brown hair was damp. He must have taken a shower before climbing into bed. He had not gotten under the covers, so I suspected that he might have just passed out when he crawled onto the bed.
I continued to move around to the head of the bed to check on Mooner. I saw that he didn’t have on a shirt and I admired the lean muscles he had.
Wait, where had that thought come from.
I immediately looked back up at Mooner’s face. He seemed to be in some type of pain, from the look on his face. As I got close, I placed my hand on his forehead to see if he might have a fever. He didn’t, but my touch seemed to ease his distress. “Oh, yes baby” Mooner moaned so softly that I nearly missed hearing him.
I stepped back and looked down at him lying there again. Mooner was wearing a lightweight pair of pajama bottoms. And to my astonishment, Mooner seemed to be developing an erection as he laid there.
I should have immediately grabbed my FTA files and left the motor home. But I couldn’t move my feet. I was mesmerized by what was happening in front of me.
My eyes trailed down Mooner’s chest, taking in his tan little nipples that seemed to be peaking as I watched. I eyed the small amount of hair on his chest, until my eyes fell on the light brown hair of his ‘treasure trail’ that led from just below his belly button…down to the top of his low-slung pajama bottoms.
I gulped as I saw the ever-rising tent created there! Mooner was obviously more endowed than I had ever imagined!
Oh my gosh, what am I thinking. Mooner is my friend…JUST a friend. I’ve never thought of him that way before.
Oh, yes you have!
I thought about it and realized that ever since I had lost my virginity to Joe Morelli when I was sixteen. I had checked out “every” single man’s package that I had ever met. Obviously, I had misjudged Mooner!
Mooner’s right hand moved down toward his erection, just barely grazing it. His cock twitched in the pajama bottoms and Mooner began to writhe on the bed again. “Oh baby, please help me” he mumbled. I jerked my head around to see if he was talking to me. Although he still seemed to be asleep. Apparently, he was having a very erotic dream from all appearances.
All his moaning, whispers, and writhing was making ME horny! I licked my dry lips and moved toward his erection. I saw that there was a damp spot on his bottoms. Apparently, Mooner was having a ‘wet dream’. I crawled up onto the bed and watching his face for any reaction, I lifted the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down. I wanted to see his cock for myself.
Oh, it was glorious! I was mesmerized as it swayed and bobbed. The pre-cum dribbled down the shaft and I found myself wanting to taste it.
What? Mooner is my friend not my personal lollypop! Besides, it looks so good and he did ask me to help him…didn’t he.
The poor guy needs some major relief and no one has to know.
I was obviously talking myself into giving Mooner a blowjob, and apparently doing a great job of it too. My mouth was salivating at the dribbles of pre-cum and I needed to taste him. So I adjusted the pajama bottoms so that Mooner’s cock and balls were unobstructed. I jumped as Mooner lifted his hips, aiding me. Then he wiggled until the material was past his knees and his legs spread giving me a clear view of his equipment.
I looked up at his face and his head was shaking back and forth, but he was still in the throes of his dream. “Please help me baby, I need you so bad” came his trembling voice. Man, Mooner had some major dreams and I wondered who the girl was in his dream.
What could I do, the guy was begging for my help…again. Reaching out, I took a tentative grip of Mooner’s ‘boner’. He made a low moan of pleasure, so I gripped tighter, eliciting a deep growl from him.
I was getting into this! I slowly bent over and licked at the head of his cock. It had developed a purplish hue and I knew he was having an obscene dream. He tasted salty, but not too much. With all the brownies that I had recently eaten, he tasted the perfect amount of salty, to the sweetness. I abandoned all pretenses and pulled the head of his dick into my mouth. It was Devine.
At this point, I didn’t care if he woke up or if someone came into the motor home and caught me. I had to have that cock deep down my throat. I grabbed more firmly and started a slow rhythm of stroking his cock and sucking down as much as I could. I hit the back of my throat several times and nearly gagged, but I would NOT stop.
The moans and murmurs of “Oh, yes” coming from Mooner were ramping up my frenzy. I drew his cock out of my mouth and began to lick up and down his shaft. Then I was licking his balls, sucking each one into my mouth to savor the taste of this man.
Then a thought struck me; something that I had always wanted to do before, but was too afraid to try. I looked up to make sure that Mooner was still asleep. I allowed my tongue to drift down past Mooner’s balls and I licked his perineum, only to have Mooner’s hips jerk harder, nearly throwing me from him; letting out a very loud moan of pleasure.
I was sure that this had woken Mooner. However, he was still asleep; I began to wonder if he really was exhausted or if it was what had been in that bong. Either way, I was going to try this once, before I lost my nerve. I let my tongue make small circular motions over Mooner’s balls, again moving to the perineum, continuing my oral ministrations.
Finally, I decided it was time to take the plunge…literally. I had allowed my saliva to dribble down to Mooner’s asshole. Then I gathered some onto my tongue and slipped it into his dark passage. Mooner only slightly flinched at this, but the whimpers coming from him only encouraged me more. While I stoked his cock with my hand, I plunged my tongue into him repeatedly.
I felt a wicked thrill that I had faced my apprehension of rimming and if Mooner’s twitching and whimpering were any indication. He too was enjoying it as much as I was. Mooner started to thrust into my hand and I could tell that he was getting closer. I wanted to taste his cum, so I moved back up. Licking and sucking his balls again, before I took his cock back into my mouth.
I sucked with all my might, deep throating, him on every other thrust. Mooner was thrusting into my mouth, though he seemed to remain, just on the verge. I had another naughty thought pop into my head. I shifted my body slightly so that I could cup his balls with one hand. He started to twitch and I could feel his balls drawing up. Still, I wanted more! With my other hand, I slipped it down to his ass. Coating my middle finger with the saliva that I had left there, I shoved my finger into Mooner’s ass with a hard thrust, all the way up to the last knuckle.
Mooner instantly erupted into my mouth, jets of cum shot down my throat. I had a hard time keeping up with it all; no matter how hard or quickly I swallowed. Finally, I allowed some to spill out of my mouth and down Mooner’s gorgeous cock. I slowly edged my finger from his ass. I set about cleaning up all of the cum left on him. I didn’t want to waste a drop!
Just as I was attempting to pull back up his pajamas, I heard Mooner stir. My head jerked up to look at his face. He had the most serene look on his face. His eyes were still closed and I heard him mumble “I love you, S…” and then he started snoring lightly.
“S”, who the hell was he dreaming about? It couldn’t be me. Could it? Oh well, I guess I’ll never know.
I covered Mooner with a blanket, grabbed my FTA files and one more brownie for the road, leaving the motor home. I walked back into the bookstore to let Connie know that I had the files.
“Is Mooner OK?” Connie asked as I walked up to where she was sitting.
“Oh, yeah” I said, trying to keep a straight face and not give Connie any reason to ask any other questions.
“You smell like bong smoke.”
“Sorry. By the way, thanks for the brownies. They were great.”
“What brownies?”
“The ones on the table next to the files.”
“I didn’t make any brownies. You had better hope that they aren’t some of Mooner ‘special blend’ brownies. You know what his special ingredient is.” She said eyeing me.
“No, I’m sure they weren’t.” I left as fast as my feet could go. I didn’t like the look in Connie’s eye.
As I walked past the motor home, I could make out the snores of Mooner. There was nothing like the sleep of the totally sated. I smiled to myself as I climbed into my car.
Joe, and maybe even Ranger, where going to be in for a big surprise the next time I gave them a blowjob! And with that, I started laughing hysterically.
I wondered if it was the bong smoke or maybe Mooner’s brownies that had boosted my courage. Either way, oral sex was never going to be the same again!!!
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