Looking nervously around, I pulled at my shaft. It was at the opening of my fly. She could see at least part of my throbbing member. Her tongue traced... over her pursed lip. I was so close to orgasm at that point that I had to take my hand away from my crotch. Her eyes intently cast down to my fly that still gaped open. I waited several minutes as an older customer argued with the pharmacist about the price of his meds. She squirmed just a couple feet from me. Calmer now, my hand slowly slid back. I slowly moved the tip of the vibrator up and down your labia, picking up moisture from your apparent arousal, sliding it up and down until it was slick. And then I began to toy with your clit, which was prominent and erect, and then slide the tip up and down more along your slit, gently parting your lips with each pass. Your body lay beneath my hands as they manipulated your new toy at the opening of your sex, and I watched as your breathing became deeper and your eyes closed, and you began to. By the time she finished cleaning herself and even sucked on her own nipples to excite them further, I was ready for more. I couldn't understand how, because whenever I had handled myself before, I had always been worn out after a single completion. There in the dream, though, I had shot off twice and wanted more. I slid back and knelt between her legs. Lifting them up and together, I examined the infinite detail of her skin. The heat of her body told me she was real. The feel of her touch. I feel your hips beginning to buck against my face, and I respond with more desperate, thrusts and licks. I feel you beginning to swell, and burn hot against my mouth, you buck harder and I hear you gasping ‘I’m cumming’ Your juices rush in to my mouth, a wonder gush of warm love, and I swallow, while pushing my tongue I to the clenched muscles of your throbbing vagina, and then running it up over the pounding orgasm of your vulva to the swelling of your clit. I keep going until your passion.