JC sat back and watched her from across the room.

Her body swayed eroticly as the music pulsated through her. Her hands caressed herself as she moved...Eyes closed, yet completely aware of the attention she received, she seemed to dance for only him. As hard as he tried, JC was unable to take his eyes away from her. The black dress she wore accentuated every curve of her perfect form. Her ebony tresses tumbled down her back, ending just above the hem of her dress, inches below her firm..rounded..ass...

JC took a drink to compose himself.

'What am I doing? I don't even know her name...'

Despite his reasoning, JC found himself rising to his feet. Some unseen force drew him to her, as JC slipped between the couples on the dance floor. He paused in front of her taking a deep breath.

Opening her eyes, she smiled and reached out, pulling him tightly against her. Their bodies began moving as one as JC ran his hands down her back, inhaling her sweet scent.

The feeling of her in his arms, pressed against his body was more than JC could withstand. In spite of himself, he began to respond, his erection growing against her. She brought her full red lips to his ear, her fingers lacing through his hair...

"...Let's get out of here..."

JC nodded, pulling her from the club.

JC's eyes scanned the dimly lit hotel room....the tacky green bedspread...tattered wallpaper...If these walls could talk, the stories they could tell. How many lovers had that worn mattress seen over the years?

JC felt a pang of guilt.

Should he be doing this? He gazed around the room once more...hardly the Hilton, but it would have to do. He wanted her. No, he NEEDED her, and he needed her now.

"What is your name?"

A playful smile formed on her lips. "What do you want it to be?"

JC watched as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the stained carpet. JC pulled her closer for a kiss as her hands slid down his torso and hastily removed his jeans. Her hands cupped his ass, their kisses becoming more eager. JC tilted his head back, allowing her to move her mouth down his throat and neck.

"Every part of you tastes so good..."

JC covered her mouth with his own, his tongue forcing her lips to part. He pulled away, reaching down to grasp her skirt. With both hands he pulled it over her head angrily, tossing it to the side.

JC moved his kisses down her chest, his tongue leaving a glistening trail of moisture between her breasts, gliding down to her stomach. His tongue flicked across her navel ring as his thumbs slid into the waistband of her panties. The fragile lace tore away easily.

"I need you. I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you."

JC lay her down onto the bed gently, resting his body on hers. "How do you like it?" He gazed down into her eyes, his fingers running down her delicate jaw line.

"Hard...fast...and deep.." She punctuated every word with a kiss. "This is your fantasy baby...isn't that how you like it?"

Damn, was she for real?

If this is a dream, please don't let me wake until morning....

JC pushed her knees apart and settled his slim hips between them. With one thrust, he entered her. They both gasped as her walls squeezed tightly around his shaft.

"Damn, you are tight as hell... oh God.."

JC moved slowly, in and out of her body, to relax her.

"Harder, dammit..."

Her legs locked around his waist as she moved against him. JC moaned and grunted as he thrust his cock into her hot depths. When he neared his climax, he pulled out, lowering his face to devour her wetness. She came with a quiet moan, her release running over his lips. JC kissed his way up to her mouth, slipping his tongue inside, allowing her to sample the taste of pure ecstasy.

JC rolled over, pulling her on top of him. She mounted him slowly, reaching between them to guide his entry. She slid his throbbing member into her swollen entry and eased down gently. JC moaned as she moved up and down on top of him, her dark hair grazing his chiseled stomach as she rocked back and forth. JC clutched her ass and pulled her against him roughly.

"UNH...harder....oh God..."

His head fell back against the pillow as she followed his instructions, allowing her body to fall harder on top of his waiting erection. His cock pulsated within her as his orgasm grew near...

"Oh shit...I'm...UHHH..."

JC's ejaculations exploded inside her, coating her walls with his hot juices. He shuddered violently, falling exhausted against the pillow. JC's breath came in short gasps as he struggled to regain control. Smiling, she kissed her way down his stomach. JC shook his head pleadingly. "No...don't touch me...oh God..."

JC awoke the next morning to find himself alone in the double bed. Though long gone, her scent lingered in the air...her ghost still haunted the room.

JC noticed a sheet of paper on the night stand and rolled over to retrieve it. He unfolded the square slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light. Her exquisite script graced the page...

No names and no promises,
no lies, nor regrets...
Just a night filled with passion,
you will never forget...

Your dream lover

JC smiled, settling down beneath the warm sheets.

The thing about dreams...is that the best ones always re-occur...

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