A Wet Dream about Him

By Sabrina Karen

These hot short stories by Sabrina Karen are a linguistic immersion in seductive and sensual eroticism.

The short stories take you mentally into a pleasurable environment, in the midst of which fun, adventure and lust await you.

All characters and actions in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any real or dead person, place or event is purely coincidental.

All acting persons are 18 years or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Meg Congelosi
• Release date: Feb 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215327869

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A Wet Dream about Him

Author: Sabrina Karen

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Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Is this whore really me

But I should start at the beginning. I'm Anja I would say 43 years young :). I've been divorced for six months and have our son Marco (16) every other week.

I'm 175cm tall and quite athletic. Dress size 36 with 75 C breasts and a tight buttocks that not many women my age who have a child can call their own.

Professionally, I work as a manager at a large bank and don't have to worry about money technically.

Since we share custody and earn about the same, no one pays maintenance. At least that's not a problem between me and my ex...... What else can I say about my failed marriage. We (ie Klaus 45 and I) got to know each other too early and as a result got married too early.

I was only 16 when he was a newcomer to my school and we fell head over heels in love. At the age of 20 I was married and, because of my studies, only became a mother at the age of 27.

Our life was too perfect from the start (Hmm, is there such a thing?). Since we both earn well, we could afford to buy a big house (I still have it ;)) and everything else went smoothly! I took vacations three times a year and also treated myself to a new convertible.

Sexually, things went pretty well too. We could talk about anything and I was no stranger to anal.

But all that was nothing compared to what I've experienced since I met Robin (20). (Although he hit me would be more appropriate).

I just had an extremely stressful week at work and after looking in my fridge I had to go shopping for better or worse so as not to starve or die of thirst at the weekend. Especially since it was my turn to take care of Tim again. I don't have to mention how exhausting it can be with a teenager.....

So it happened that on Friday evening I drove to the nearest supermarket in a moderate mood. With my luck this week, it was of course pretty well attended, so there was nothing to relax about here either. Since all shopping carts were sold out, I was only able to reach for the basket.

Now I was finally through and I was about to go to the checkout when some idiot bumped into me and my entire purchase fell on the floor. I straightened up to snout the dork who bumped into me. (I looked him up and down first. Wearing sneakers, sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt, and a gym bag.) Who goes shopping in clothes like that, I thought. But well he will probably just come from the sport. Last but not least the face and what can I say I looked straight into the most disarmed smile I've ever seen.

Before I was even able to confront him, he had already stowed half of my things in the basket and apologized. How sorry he is for ruining such a beautiful woman's day and all. He showered me with compliments and probably noticed quite quickly that I wasn't in such a bad mood anymore. He then accompanied me to the car without stopping showering me with niceties. How did such a young lad know what a woman wanted to hear.

But when he then asked me for my number to get revenge with a coffee for the mudasel I had to grin and declined with thanks.

For reasons that I can't explain, I couldn't get the encounter with this young man, who I didn't know, out of my head. Inside, I got annoyed more and more every day that I didn't take his number. Since I had no information about him, I decided to go shopping in the store again on Friday at the same time.

I strolled through the shelves searching and was startled when I passed a large mirror. Had I really dressed up for him in the hope that he would be there and try to speak to me again? I was wearing a rather short, tight dress with an almost see-through thong and matching bra underneath. In addition, shoes with 8cm heels.

I haven't had sex for a long time, if you ignore my collection in my nightstand drawer.

But the fact that I am presenting myself here almost cheaply in the hope of being approached again by a young man who is strange to me and who could be my son, I found it quite strange. So I decided to buy a bottle of red wine and to make myself comfortable alone with my toys today. (As so often in the last year)

When I have the bottle of wine in my hand and I think I'll get out of here without seeing him again, he's already standing behind me. He whispers, I'm glad you dressed so appropriately for our reunion. How does he know that's my first thought, but I dismiss it again and think that he just has too big an ego.

But, to my amazement, his breath on the back of my neck caused my nipples to perk up to full size. And already I regret my choice of clothes even more because now everyone can see my nipples through the dress. But if it's all useless to get to the checkout, I have to turn around. But the boy is still in the way. He smiles at me like he did last time and when he takes a quick look at my breasts I think I see a bit of superiority in his expression. He holds out his hand and says, Hi I'm Robin, if I had known that you like wine more than coffee I would of course have invited you to a bar.

Anja I just manage to get out when he says I know a really good cocktail bar around the corner. You're still good to me. I still think he's just calling me a familiar name.

This is exactly the situation I've been dreaming of all week. But now that the time has come, I have to try to stay cool, I can't signal this youngster that I wished for exactly this invitation.

Well, you don't seem to give up otherwise, I said as casually as possible. So I paid for the wine and we went to this bar. Since it was still quite early to leave, it was still pretty empty in the admittedly very nice bar.

Robin picked us a table in the corner that wasn't visible from the rest. To my amazement, I found that talking to him was very pleasant. In the meantime we have reached the third cocktail and Robin keeps stroking my thighs accidentally or he reaches across the table to get the menu and brushes against my chest. Since I already notice the alcohol and he does it accidentally I let him do it.

After the bar has almost filled up, the music is louder and conversation is hardly possible. Robin grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor. I don't really want to, but the alcohol and its aura ensure that I go with it and what can I say. This boy is really good at dancing and I grin to myself. (Anyone who knows the proverb with the comparison between dance and sex qualities in men knows why...)

Although I have to say that despite the alcohol I didn't really think about sex at that moment, which was only due to his age. If he were as old as Klaus I would have taken him home now. But not this 20-year-old boy, as he told me in the meantime. I wasn't quite finished with the thought when a slow song was played and before I could start to go back to our seat, he had me in his arms and rocked me to the music.

When he pulled me to him I noticed for the first time what kind of body he must have under his shirt. Namely not that of a boy but that of a grown man. He is about 185 cm tall, has fairly broad shoulders and is otherwise quite well trained. His body in connection with this slightly dominant manner triggers a slight tingling in my panties and my nipples also stand up again.

Whether the other guests probably think that we are mother and son goes through my head.

But Robin destroys this illusion by rubbing my buttocks with his right hand from time to time. First again as if by chance, but then always longer and with a firmer grip. I notice how my panties are no longer able to cope with the floods from the middle of my body and still I wanted to tell Robin that he was going a little too far. As if he had suspected that, he presses his lips to mine the moment I want to say something. Wow I think and think I'm slumping a bit. His lips feel amazing! So I don't care about his hand on my bottom, not to say very welcome, and I'm only too happy to let his pressing tongue in. When the song is over, Robin leads me to the bar, orders two more cocktails and walks me back to our place in the corner. When we get there, we take a sip and I realize how much I want to keep kissing this boy because he likes it indescribably good at!

He seems to think similarly and before long our tongues are back in each other's mouths. I feel like a teenager again and I don't care what the others might think about the age difference.

Robin has pushed me into the corner behind our table and we are snogging wildly standing up. Our hands are everywhere, exploring each other's bodies. So I don't notice at first that he has pulled my dress up a bit at the back and is now laying his hands directly on my buttocks and kneading them so that they are already turning red. I break away and tell him that it's not possible, so everyone can see my bottom, but he just smiles and says first of all, nobody sees us back here and if they do, you don't have to be ashamed because you have a really great ass where you are most 20-year-olds can still take an example.

My concerns were already over board and I felt flattered even when he said ass and not butt. Our tongues were already too busy for me to think about it any further. And so my dress stayed pushed up even when his hands were somewhere else. The whole situation made me so hot that my own juice ran down my leg despite my panties....

The alcohol and my now prevailing horniness made my brain stop working and I suggested that Robin go to my place to sleep together. I would never have dreamed of what happened next. I offer a 43-year-old woman to this 20-year-old boy with whom she was just making out like crazy and what is he doing.

He grins at me and says, It's not that easy, young woman. If you want to be fucked by me you have to earn it. At first I thought I couldn't hear properly, but ok, what do I do?

You don't dare anyway... I think you're a bit too prudish there, he said again with that grin. I'll show him because of prudes.... Tell me what it is and I'll do it, I say, wondering at myself at the same time. OK he grins at me I WANT you to take off your panties and give it to me The way he emphasizes I WANT makes me shudder and funnily enough turns me on as well..

I take a deep breath and say ok I'll do it. I'm about to make my way to the toilet when he stops me Where are you going? Undress here at the table! I pause briefly. But he pulls me right back out of my thoughts. I told you it's not for you.

I swallow dry but he recognized it exactly that I'm not usually. But said is said and already I reach under my dress and take off my thong in this crowded bar. I'm repeatedly shocked that he is completely wet from my own juice. How did this brat manage to push me this far? I would never have done that for Klaus, but he would never have asked me to either.

Still lost in this thought, I hand Robin my soaked thong and notice how red my face rises despite the disinhibiting effect of the cocktails. I am a seasoned woman standing in a bar and handing over my panties to a 20 year old at his behest.

Good, my little one is what I hear him say next and I see how he enjoys taking in my scent with his nose. What did he just say again, it's going through my head...

But he's grinning at me again so much that I can't reply to it. The next moment he has already stowed my thong in his trouser pocket and skillfully pushes his tongue into my mouth again. "Do you still want to be fucked by me? ' he suddenly lets go of me. I'm