I was having dream the other night. Most of my dreams aren’t of the wet variety but this one was. Judging by the view out the window, it was set in Spain or Portugal I think. I have never been to either country so my impressions must have been motion picture based. In this dream, I was ushered into a very basic hotel room (possibly in a back packer or very cheap hostel) by a woman (who seemed to be the manager or at least running the place at the time) in a really peasant style dress with a full length apron covering it. If she had had her hair in rollers covered by a scarf it would have completed the image, but she didn’t from memory. Nothing was said, which seems to be the norm for dreams, or mine at least. She left and I surveyed my surroundings. There was sort of a view between the adjacent old “Portugal” style buildings. The internal walls were starkly bare, white wash looking, roughly plastered or stuccoed and there was no bathroom but a shower recess that opened directly into the room, only enclosed by one fixed and the other sliding frosted glass door. I must have been unpacking or something when the woman returned and brought with her another woman.

This other woman strongly resembled a woman I had seen for some time working in the local supermarket in real life. She must be ten to fifteen years younger than me, quite short or tiny at about five foot. I am 190cm or 6’ 3”. The woman in the supermarket is so friendly. I had spoken to her few times in the course of scanning my groceries and had had many wanks afterwards when I got home to the thought of rooting her, (say out in the storeroom of the supermarket until I collapsed from exhaustion), over the weeks and months of attending that supermarket. And they say sex doesn’t sell!

Anyway, back to the dream, it seemed to be explained to me (still no words in my dream) by the manager that my shower enclosure was a shared one and that the other woman was going to have a shower. I seemed to acknowledge that and returned to my unpacking. I heard the shower water running and the shower sliding door closed. I turned to review the shower and my fellow traveller indulging in her shower. As I stood there perving, through the frosted, steamed up glass, I could make out the curves of her buns, smallish to average tits and her shapely female figure in general. Granted, I should have been paying attention to my own business, but hey, this was, as it turned out, my “horny” dream. Had it been real life, I would have had my dick out and been pulling myself as I perved on at this horny little woman in the shower. However, in my dream I can’t remember having my tool in my hand and so I just stared on, intrigued. When she turned around I could make out through the frosted glass, a triangle of dark, black pubic hair between her legs, contrasting against her alabaster white skin and relished how, after she finished soaping her belly and thighs she opened her legs bow legged style to drive her hand and the cake of soap up between her legs, soaping up her, perineum and the lips of her vulva, the pubic hair frothing up the soap that splashed onto the surface of the shower recess glass before it ran down ever so slowly. Reminiscent somewhat of cum and how it runs down the inside of the shower recess glass slowly after I explode, when I have a shower wank.

My curiosity and randiness eventually overcame me and I advanced to the shower recess door and slowly slid it open. The little person, gasped in surprise and tried in vain to cover her bits, before quickly sliding shut the glass door. If this had been real life I am sure there would have been a broadside of abusive and indignant words, but once again due to it being a dream, there was just silence. A few seconds passed and after curiosity got the better of her, she slowly slid the door open again and stood there full frontal, still holding an arm across her tits, the hand on door duty was the one that had been covering her black thick thatch of pubic hair. As I stared down, the water washed through the thatch, the white soapy bubbles thinning out and streaming down her legs.

Why is it that women’s bodies are so intriguing to guys? Guys are pathetic! They’re entranced by things that are really just meat… albeit nicely shaped meat.

The shower water washed down over pubic hair that was no longer lush and bush like but now fairly short to non existent. The next time I blinked the vulva lips were completely bald and succulent framed as I said by her lovely full white skinned thighs.

The look on her face was one that said “well, what are you going to do now?” coupled with a slight apprehension. I leant forward and felt as much of her that I could access, arriving at her belly before letting my hand explore further down until I felt her thigh. She invitingly parted her vulva lips and I slipped a finger between them and massaged her clit for some time before sliding it into her wet warm slippery hole, fingering her as the warm shower water ran down over her tits and down onto my hand and her vagina. I took a handful of her vagina and squeezed it again and again as she held my arm in place lest I stop pleasuring her. At some point I bent over down at vagina level and made a very close inspection of the plump roundness her lovely lips, kissing their exquisite plumpness and tonguing the slit until returning my finger to massage her clit and penetrate her hole, watching as the lips closed in around my finger as it coursed up and down in its deliciously slippery little trench.

The dream switched abruptly at that point and she was out of the shower and fully dressed. She was dressed in skin tight top and leggings. I was standing beside her and she was looking straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to my presence, as if she was staring out the window as I used her body for my pleasure this time. I had a hand on her knickerless, lycra clad camel toe and I was running a finger tip up and down in the crack and over the round silky texture, exciting myself. This time it was my turn to be naked. My tool was hard and standing up as I took it in hand. I placed it against the side of her thigh and dry humped the side of her lycra clad leg, alternating between feeling her camel toe and feeling up a tit with one hand as I held her waist with the other for support, pulling her to me, as I humped away for all I was worth, sliding my tool up and down over the smooth, shiny material. The knob or shaft of my tool didn’t seem to be suffering from lack of lubrication (it was a dream after all) and I seemed to blow effortlessly (not usually the case. There is usually a lot of grunting and vocal release or grunting) shortly after, shooting multiple (also not the usual case) jets of my hot white jism over the side of her black (I think it was specifically black or very dark coloured as the white jism stood out so vividly against it), lycra covered thigh, rubbing it in with the knob, trying to make as much mess as possible I suppose. Sort of marking my territory like a randy dog. I must have woken up about then as I can’t remember anything else except that I had to wipe my fully awake knob of the pre-cum that was by now saturating my PJs.