Hot Summer HEAT!!!

  I was awoken to a noise coming from outside my door. I heard someone walking down the hall. I lay nude under the hot sheets wanting to scream but not wanting to move. I heard the noises get closer as I began to tremble. The heat seemed almost suffocating in my dark room. I listened for any other sounds but could hear none. I laid there and waited for a while and decided it must have been just my mind playing tricks on me. Finally after stripping the sheets off my sweaty body I drifted into the erotic world of my dreams.

  I was awakened by movement in my room. I wasn't quite awake when I felt a hot hand on my leg, moving fast toward my hot and juicy pussy. Then I felt another hand slowly moving toward my breasts, the hand was so soft and caressing when it finally reached its destination. I wanted to scream but something else came over me, something too over powering to worry about the intruder in my room.

  I could now feel the hand caressing me. Thrusting his finger in me, massaging my clit, the heat of the night just seamed to heighten the pleasure. Without warning my mystery lover parted my hot, wet lips and thrust his tongue deep within me, forces my juices to run. Over and over again he would caress my clit almost making me cum. Every now and then pleasuring me by thrusting his tongue deep within me. Who was this man and how did he know just what to do.

  Then he stopped, he moved slowly up toward the top of the bed. In the dark room I still couldn't see his face but could feel his heat. I could feel his cock moving on my body. It was hard and ready to take what it wanted. Before I could even think about it, he thrust it into me hard. My hot wet pussy quivered with the excitement. Again and again he would thrust it in making every inch of my body twitch. I wanted it and I wanted it hard. I didn't know how long I could take this pleasure, but I knew one thing I didn't want it to end. I could feel him deep within, his heat almost unbearable. Faster and faster he went.... then without warning it happened, I was coming and it felt so wonderful. He was still thrusting and I had lost total control. We lasted like that for quite awhile. The pleasure was so over powering. I must have fallen back to sleep soon after that because that was all I remembered.

   The next morning I awoke to the sun pouring through my balcony doors. The sheets were all twisted around me. I rolled over remembering my night of passion. To my dismay though there was no one there. Not a trace of the man who knew exactly what to do. I decided that I must have been dreaming. Nothing like that could have really happened. It was all too perfect.

   I got up out of bed, threw my robe on over my naked body. Went down stairs to the kitchen grabbed a cup of coffee and went back up to my bedroom, where I proceeded to go out on the balcony to drink my coffee. There I sat day dreaming of what I thought had happened the night before. When I was done with my morning coffee I went back into my bedroom to get ready for work. As I walked in the room I was startled by something I hadn't noticed when I got out of bed. There on the night stand beside my bed was one single rose. Was it really a dream? Or was there a mystery lover in the house last night?