Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

I fell asleep on the train and had a dream that Gus Wells was grazing his big, meaty dong over my tits, down over my tummy, then brushing my cunt hairs with it. Slowly, all slowly. Oh, it was a lovely, purple-headed cock and my body felt like I was walking through the fires of hell – or better yet, heaven – as he velvet-touched it down over my spread thighs. It was a dream I've had many times before, and I always wake up sweaty and completely frustrated, because the damned dream never has an ending.

And in the dream I would then feel his face against the tender flesh of my belly, his rough hands gripping the cheeks of my ass, his hot breath tormenting me. Then his mouth working on my nipples, sucking each one in turn between his lips and biting them lightly. Then his head moving lower and planting a wet kiss at the top of my clit. And I can always actually feel his warm tongue slipping between my cunt-lips in strong back and forth strokes.

And, as usual, my body wriggles and squirms. And me all hungry to see his warm, sensual mouth all ripe and full of me, his hot maniac-eyes wide, then fluttering. And oh, his fat red knob planked out between his hairy thighs, in full view, driving me crazier for it. And his fingers playing with that big gorilla-prick until it loomed up even larger and gleamed like something unreal.

Well, it wasn't real, after all. Just a silly dream. I awoke, sighed, and tried to calm myself.

When the train pulled into Long Island station, I was already standing at the top of the stairs, prepared to jump off the moment the train stopped. I had my suitcase in my hand, and my small blue overnight bag was sitting next to me on the top step of the stairs. It had been a long trip in from New York, and I was anxious to begin my summer in the country.

Excitement made my skin tingle.

A whole summer, I thought. Free! Away from the city, away from my parents! Nothing to do but go to the beach and have a good time!

I felt the anticipation of adventure that only an eighteen-year-old girl can know when she's away from home for the first time in her life.

I corrected myself. Not the first time. Last summer I had been here.

I laughed wickedly to myself and licked my lips, tasting the creamy thickness of my orange-flavored lipstick.

But that was different. Last summer I had been naive and innocent. Last summer I was still a virgin.

But this summer was different.

The door of the train slid silently open, and a bright flood of sunlight poured into the train. I squinted into the world beyond, searching excitedly through the golden tint of my sunglasses.

"Riverhead!" the conductor announced.

The train jerked to a halt, and I picked up my overnight bag. I stepped from the train and looked around the station. The sun felt good on my legs, and a cool summer breeze made my short skirt flap against my thighs. I had purposely worn my briefest, sexiest dress. I was anxious to show the Wells family how much I had grown since last summer. I was especially anxious to see Gus Wells' reaction.

"Tootsie!" someone called out in a squeaky little voice. "I see Tootsie! I see Tootsie!"

I turned towards the voice. It was five-year-old Percy, and he was screeching in ecstasy at his discovery.

The whole family was standing together, farther down the platform, huddled before a black station wagon. Cindy was jumping up and down and Gus was waving his arm. Only Mimi hadn't spotted me yet.

I ran towards them, feeling happy and light-headed. I was glad to see them. Glad not only because of the freedom they represented, but genuinely glad to see them because I had missed them. A year is a long time.

"Percy!" I shouted. I put my bags down and lifted the small boy high in the air. He giggled happily.

"Me, too!" someone cried, tugging at the hem of my dress. "Me, too!"

It was Cindy. God, how she had grown! She was tall and slim, and had lost most of her baby fat. There was a tomboyish quality about her now. Her long black waves, had been snipped oft and she now had a closely cropped shag haircut. She was grinning broadly, and I saw that her two front teeth were missing.

I put Percy down and kissed Cindy on the cheek. Then I lifted her in my arms and tried to swing her in the air as I had last summer. Her body seemed heavier, but my enthusiasm charged through my muscles, and the little girl swung through the air.

"Oh, put her down," Mimi Wells said, catching up with her children. "She's much too heavy, Tootsie!"

"No, she's not!" I insisted, but I put her down anyhow. "Hi!"

Mimi Wells embraced me and kissed my cheek. "My God!" she said. "How you've grown!"

She pushed me away from her embrace, and let her eyes travel across my body. I watched with pride as her eyes widened in surprise as they rose up from my hips to my pinched, narrow waist, right up to my full, hard tits. She nodded appreciatively at my smiling face.

"My, my, my!" she said. "What happened to you?"

I giggled. "I guess I grew up."

"I'll say!" She turned and pointed to me for her husband's benefit. "Gus, come and see this!"

Gus Wells hadn't changed very much. He was still gorgeous-looking. He was wearing a terry beach shirt, open to the middle of his chest, and a pair of white tennis shorts. His skin was tanned to a deep brown; it looked very striking against the soft white material of his clothing. Short dark hairs curled up from his broad chest and sprouted through the open cleavage of the half-buttoned shirt. He was wearing his hair longer than last year – but it still was as dark as then. He had on a pair of dark-green sunglasses, and he was smiling happily at me.

"Is that Tootsie?" he asked.

His voice went right through me, and I felt myself shudder with excitement. Just being near him made my whole body quiver. My nipples grew hard, and I felt an unexpected wetness in the crotch of my panties.

"Hi!" I said meekly. "It's me."

Gus pulled me to him in a hug. I felt my head spin as my body crushed tightly against the hardness of his muscles. He was like a movie star – dark and exciting! A trim, firm body that seemed at least ten years younger than his thirty-five-year-old age. Gus Wells was a very sexy man.

He kissed me and laughed. "What happened to the skinny girl?"

I blushed. He was looking at my tits.

"Don't tease her!" Mimi Wells said, poking her husband.

God, I thought, it was so good to be back! The last few weeks of school had been such torture. I couldn't wait! But now I was here, and the whole summer stretched before me like an endless golden meadow. It was good to be back, very good.

"Let me carry your bag," Percy said. He lifted the blue overnight case and struggled with it. Cindy grabbed my suitcase. Together, with their arms around me the five of us walked towards the car.

I was barraged with a thousand questions: "How are you?"

"How's your mother and father?"

"How did you do in school?"

"How was the trip in?"

"Are you hungry?" I hardly answered one before I was lit with two more.

My head was spinning from so much attention. I settled into the back seat of the station wagon, sandwiched between Percy and Cindy. Mimi and Gus sat in the front seat, with Gus driving. The motor started, and we were off.

"Wait until you see the house," Mimi said. She was sitting with her arm over the back of the seat, facing me. "Gus had it painted, and we added a playroom…"

Her words poured out, and I continued to acknowledge them with a nod of my head and an occasional exclamation of surprise, but only a part of my mind was concentrating on what Mimi was saying. The rest of my awareness was pulling itself together and calming my excitation with a reassuring observation.