บททั้งหมดของ RAW DREAMS:{50 Stories}: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Kathy I stood in front of the mirror in my cramped apartment, smoothing down the tight red dress that hugged my curves like a second skin. The fabric clung to my hips and dipped low enough to show off the swell of my breasts, no bra tonight…just the thrill of going commando under it all.My dark hair cascaded in loose waves over my shoulders, and I swiped on a bold red lipstick that made my full lips pop. It had been too long since I'd let loose, and tonight, I craved the pulse of the city, the anonymity of a crowded nightclub where I could forget all the shitty things, going on in my life.Grabbing my clutch, I slipped into my heels and headed out the door, the cool evening air hitting my bare legs as I locked up.The drive to the club took about twenty minutes, weaving through the neon-lit streets of downtown. My heart picked up speed with every block, the bass from distant speakers already vibrating through my car windows. I parked in the lot across the street, paid the valet fee

TracyI’ve been a nurse at St. Mary's Hospital for five years now, and let me tell you, the nights can get long and lonely. Especially on the graveyard shift in the east wing, where the patients are mostly men recovering from surgeries or accidents. I’m Tracy, 28, with curves that my scrubs hug just right…full breasts that strain against the fabric and hips that sway when I walk the halls. I keep my dark hair tied back in a ponytail, but a few strands always escape, framing my face. My patients notice….they always do.Tonight, my rounds brought me to room 214. The chart said his name was Kane, 32, admitted after a car wreck that left him with a busted leg and some bruised ribs. He was supposed to be out in a week, but the pain meds had him restless. I knocked lightly before pushing the door open, the dim light from the hallway spilling in like an invitation.“Evening, Mr. Reynolds,” I said softly, flipping on the small lamp by his bed. He stirred, his eyes opening….hazel and intense,

We talked first….about nothing, really. His plans post-discharge, my favorite spots in the city for late-night eats. When I leaned in to check his pulse, he captured my wrist, pulling me into a kiss. Slow at first, lips parting, our tongues meeting. He cupped my face, then tangled his fingers in my ponytail, loosening it until my hair cascaded down. I broke away, breathless. “We have to be careful.” But I was already straddling his lap, mindful of the cast, feeling his hardness press against me through our clothes. “Careful is boring,” he said, nipping my lower lip. His hands worked my top open, buttons popping softly. No bra tonight…I'd skipped it, anticipating. He groaned at the sight of my bare breasts, heavy and full, nipples hardening in the cool air. “Fuck, you're perfect.” He latched on, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing as his tongue swirled. I arched, grinding down on his bulge, the friction sparking heat in my core. My pussy throbbed, already wet, so

Lisa I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I gripped the steering wheel of my beat-up delivery van. It was a scorching afternoon, the kind where the sun beat down like it had a personal grudge against anyone stuck outside. I'd been doing these runs for the local supply company for months now…hauling everything from tools to snacks to remote job sites. Today, it was cases of bottled water for a construction crew out on the edge of town. The order had come in last minute, and my boss had shoved the invoice into my hand with a grunt. “Get it there quick, Lisa. They're thirsty bastards out there.” I wasn't complaining. The pay was decent, and it beat sitting in an office all day. My tank top clung to my skin from the heat, and my shorts rode up a bit as I shifted gears. I glanced at the GPS, it was another ten minutes to the site. The road turned from pavement to gravel, kicking up dust that coated the windshield. I turned on the radio to drown out the rattle of the engine, some cou

Mike chuckled, shoving the trailer door open. It was dim inside, cluttered with tools and coolers, the air thick with the scent of oil and sweat. He pulled me in after him, before clicking the door shut. No pretense this time. His hands were on me instantly, yanking my top up to expose my bare breasts. “No bra today? Eager little slut.” I gasped as he pinched my nipples, twisting until I arched into his touch. Vic pressed against my back, his erection grinding into my ass. “Told you she'd come begging.”He grunted, dipping his fingers into my shorts, finding my pussy already slick. “Soaked. Have you been thinking about our cocks?” “Yes,” I admitted, voice breathy. There was no point denying it. They moved quickly, stripping me down. Mike shoved me onto a workbench, the wood was rough against my skin. Then he dropped his pants, his cock springing free…thick, veined, tip glistening. “Suck it.”He ordered, fisted my hair in his hand and guiding my mouth to him. I opened wide, tongue la