“Hmm-mmm. Go on.” Keenan moved his finger and circled her clit.
“I’m living on my own in this dream.”
He drifted his other hand under her dress and ripped yet another thong apart. Not that she cared enough to stop telling her story.
“Keep your eyes on me, Ry.”
She focused on his emerald orbs, feeling the connection through his intense stare.
“I… I’m in my bedroom and when I look out my—oh, yes… right there.”
“Keep talking,” Keenan said while tugging her pubic hair.
He tilted his head, signaling he waited on her to continue and she hastily said, “So, I open my curtains and when I look outside, I see the neighbors across the narrow alley going at it. Their bedroom window is so close, I can see everything…”
Keenan closed his eyes for a second and she did the same. She inhaled another deep breath and said, “He’s taking her from behind, and they’re a beautiful couple. And eh, I…”
“Look at me.”
Keenan stuck a single digit inside of her, and it relieved her only to a point. She needed more. When he stilled, she remembered to lock her eyes on him again.
Knowing he wanted her to continue, she whispered, “In my dream, I pleasure myself…”
With a darkened voice, Keenan said, “How?”
“With my fingers.”
“Like this?” He stuck another finger inside of her and pulled in and out of her. Going faster and faster.
Ryleigh’s knuckles turned white with her firm grip on the overhead hand rest.
With her eyes still boring into his, she moaned.
“What do you do when you play with yourself? Do you like it hard? Like this?” He added another finger; the width of three fingers heightening her sensory overload at her vaginal walls.
“Oh… yes.”
“How does your dream end?”
“I’m caught while I pleasure myself and give them a show with—Ah!” Ryleigh shot out her hands to steady herself, making her drink fall over her half-eaten hamburger. With her nails digging into the dashboard, her ecstasy rolled over in several waves.
Keenan palmed her core as he pushed his fingers further in. He stroked her g-spot, sending another wave of pleasure crashing down. Ryleigh emerged red faced with a shaky breath. “Fuck, Keen. That was….”
Suddenly, she realized she’d just told him her go-to fantasy. Whenever she had a stolen moment in the bathroom and wanted to come quick, she’d think about that sexy couple seeing her masturbate.
Maybe her next go to fantasy should involve Keenan and giving others a show of their own. Nah. Even in her fantasy, she wanted to keep that man all to herself.
“What are ye smilin’ darlin’?”
“You’re going to laugh…”
“Maybe, but I’m going to sit here on these huge blue balls until we’re back home, so I deserve a good laugh.”
She laughed and said, “You have a point. Okay. I thought that even in my fantasies I wouldn’t want to share you.”
“Damn right. I’m only yours. In fantasies and real life.”