Outlined in Sunlight

The plan at the last door didn't work. I went over my plan in my head, rewording my agenda. I was to come in, pitch my speech on breast cancer, mention the part about women's undergarments, and the rest should free fall into itself. It was a devious conniving plan to get laid, as I made it door to door in the apartment facility. Every door was a possibility, I just had to sell myself. I stood in front of the door, the space between me and the wall seeming smaller and smaller. The door was already open.

She was laying asleep in her studio apartment. Her bed placed in front of me, horizontal from the door. Her sheets casually covering several inches of her almost naked body. She was small. A small brunette with blonde tips. The fabric of her light neon green underwear peaked out from her white satin sheets. I came down onto one knee, hovering over her face. I muffled a few words, asking if she had a minute or if she could talk about a fundraiser. Her sleeping face heaved comfortably; smiling. Behind closed eyes, she awakened. I went on with my spill.

When she stood, naked in front of me, her soft skin and small breast outlined by the afternoon sun escaping the blinds, I could feel my lungs tighten. I panned the papers out on top of her study desk. I could feel the slow caressing flutter of her breath when she spoke into my ear, "You seem nice, not a lot of people are nice to me."

I stopped. My hands tied themselves up centimeters in the air, away from the papers in front of me. I could feel her naked shoulders curling closer around my neck. I turned to her, grabbed her face, my lips embracing hers. I took her across the floor to her bed, her hands clasping the ends of my shirt that she pulled off my back. I lifted her neon panties off her hips as her legs bridged on top of my shoulders. Her body, fully dipped in glistening golden sunlight, heaved as I slipped into her folds. I could feel her breaths inhaling the sweat on my neck. I hooked my arms around her back. I dug her hips into the bed. Her legs wrapped across the bottom of my spine. I pulled her over, her knees sinking into the bed sheets. Her blonde tips swung on top of her back, as she plunged her face into the mattress. I pulled in and out of her body. Tiny drops sliding down her thighs. I tugged at one knee to bring it up so she was on one knee and one foot. I angled into her, my dick sliding across her walls. I could feel the sweat of her butt stamping my pelvis. Into my hips. Back and forth into my body. Her body into me.


I could hear my niece. Her jolly playful voice as she ran across the living room. I felt my eyes awakened underneath their lids as I thrusted into my sister's living room couch. I was dreaming. The whole devious agenda, the sunlight, the girl; well the sunlight was real. It was all a dream. I could hear my brother in law as he walked back and forth from the kitchen. I was so embarrassed.