Mmmm. She moaned softly feeling her orgasm welling up inside of her.  He was groaning words of encouragement as she rode him.  She tightened up around his manhood, ready to cum at any second.

"Fuck!"  I rolled over and switched off my alarm clock.  My panties were soaked, I could feel the wet spot underneath me as I had many mornings before that.  Why is it that I can't have one wet dream and finish it for once? 

Is it too much to bloody ask for?  I trudged my way to my bathroom, still cursing out that damned alarm clock, as well as my new boss for being so hard on me.  I showered with the light off- I figured it was like an extra fifteen minutes of sleep.  I was nearly dozing off as the warm jets of water streamed down my body.

I was still a bit tired as I pulled myself out of the shower into the foggy bathroom. Making my way to my closet I glanced at my bedroom mirror and stopped.  I studied myself long and hard, letting my towel fall around my ankles. 

A tummy that was round rather than flat, breasts that were large, firm, but not as perky as they used to be.  Auburn hair cascading over pale shoulders, the rest of my skin glowing a soft ivory.  Thighs only a bit smaller than some of the women I work with’s waists.  Small feet with red painted toes.

Sighing, I turned away and once again headed back to my closet.  I wasn’t one of the ugliest women in the world, but I was most certainly not the prettiest.  Not many men noticed me, except the ones that honked when I wore a skirt a bit shorter than I should have, or a wink from a cashier when I wore a low cut V neck.  I was always the one in high school that rarely had a boyfriend.   I was the girl who went to school dances with one of their best friend’s boyfriend’s buddies.  

I picked an outfit and headed out to work.

The subway was packed, even more than usual. If that was even possible.  Sandwiched between a businesswoman and a teenaged boy I spotted one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever been so lucky to witness in my 24 years on earth.  He spotted me too, noticing how I was gawking at him. As we approached the next stop everyone spilled off the train, leaving both him and me alone. 

He strode over to me purposefully, placing his hand on the small of my back as he craned his neck.  My lips touched his….instant fire.  We tore at each other’s clothes, grabbing and pulling at one another like wild beasts.  He lay me down on the floor of the subway, yes disgusting I know but I didn’t care I was so high.

The smell of the sexual tension between us was intoxicating, as if we were born for this sole purpose, to have hot animal sex on the unsanitary floor of a subway.  He drove his entire length into me with one long stroke of his hips, I moaned out loudly already feeling the urge to cum…..

No actually none of that happened. He smiled at me, I smiled and turned away blushing furiously. At what? I must have been staring; if I had looked down I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a puddle of drool at my feet.  I’d never done that before, for the past few nights I’d been having really sexual dreams but…god…this?  In a