Vanessa Lane – Wet Dreams, Wet Panties – Scene 3

Title: “Vanessa Lane’s Wet Dreams and Wet Panties”

It was another hot summer day and the sultry brunette bombshell, Vanessa Lane, was feeling particularly frisky. She had been lying in bed all morning, lost in a disappointment of her latest erotic dream. In her fantasy, she was being ravaged by a strong, muscular man with a large throbbing cock. The dream had left her moist and yearning for more. Vanessa couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of needing to be touched, claimed, and thoroughly fucked.

With a sigh, she sat up and looked around her bedroom. The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on her supple skin. She stretched languidly, her ample breasts jiggling with the motion. Vanessa could feel the dampness between her thighs and knew she had to take care of her needs before she could function properly.

She slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, the cool air causing her nipples to harden even more. Vanessa turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the warm water cascade over her body. She reached for her trusty vibrator, smiling to herself as she settled in for some much-needed self-love.

With a deep breath, Vanessa began touching herself, her fingers gliding over her slick folds. She imagined her lover from the dream, his hands caressing her soft skin, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and chest. As her passion grew, she inserted two fingers into her eager hole, marveling at how wet she was.

“Oh god,” she moaned to herself, her other hand pinching her rock-hard nipple. The combination of sensations was driving her wild. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, as if her lover was there with her. She could feel the pressure building inside her as her fingers quickened their pace.

Just as she was about to reach the precipice of pleasure, the doorbell rang, jolting her back to reality. With a frustrated groan, Vanessa reluctantly removed her fingers and turned off the shower. Wrapping a towel loosely around herself, she went to answer the door.

Peering through the peephole, she saw her mailman standing there, looking expectantly at the door. Vanessa bit her lip, remembering how he had always caught her eye with his rugged good looks and muscles. She decided to have a little fun.

With a deep breath, she opened the door, posing in the towel that barely covered her assets. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked, her voice dripping with sultriness.

The mailman’s jaw dropped as he took in Vanessa’s appearance. “I, uh, have a package for you,” he stammered, struggling to keep his eyes on her face.

Vanessa smirked, enjoying the effect she was having on him. “Oh? And what kind of package is that?” she purred, leaning forward slightly to give him a better view of her ample cleavage.

The mailman swallowed hard, his package suddenly making an appearance as well. “It’s a, uh, special delivery,” he said, his voice husky.

Vanessa giggled, stepping aside to invite him in. “Well, I suppose you should come inside and deliver it to me,” she said, her invitation clear.

As the mailman entered, Vanessa closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “You’re looking a little flushed,” she observed, eyeing his bulge. “Would you like me to help you with that?”

He nodded eagerly, already reaching for her towel. She let him Untrap it, her body being revealed to him fully. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her perfect breasts, flat stomach, and neatly trimmed pussy.

Vanessa grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, encouraging him to touch her. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she teased, biting her lip. “I had the most wonderful dream about you fucking me senseless.”

The mailman groaned, his other hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants. “I’ve been having thoughts about you too,” he admitted, his voice strained with desire.

Vanessa smiled, pleased by his confession. She dropped to her knees and slowly pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his large, throbbing cock. “Mmm, it’s even bigger than I imagined,” she purred, wrapping her hand around his shaft.

She began to stroke him, her tongue darting out to flick the tip of his member. The mailman shuddered, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “That feels so good,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Vanessa took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time, her tongue swirling around his length. The mailman groaned, thrusting his hips forward, eager for more.

As she sucked him off, Vanessa fingered herself, wanting to be fully prepared when he finally entered her. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs, and she knew she was more than ready.

With a pop, she released his cock from her mouth, smiling up at him. “I need you inside me,” she begged, standing up.

The mailman didn’t hesitate. He lifted her up and placed her on the nearby table, spreading her legs apart. He rubbed his cock against her slick folds, teasing her before slowly pushing inside.

Vanessa gasped at the sensation, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. “Oh god, yes!” she cried, clinging to him. “Fuck me hard!”

He obliged, thrusting into her with abandon. The table shook with each powerful pump of his hips, the sound of their hips slapping together filling the room. Vanessa’s tits bounced with each movement, and she could feel the pleasure building inside her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her fingers digging into his back. “I’m going to cum!”

The mailman redoubled his efforts, pounding into her even harder. Vanessa threw her head back, screaming as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and erupted, spilling his hot seed deep within her womb. They both collapsed, panting and sated, their bodies still joined together.

When they finally separated, Vanessa smiled at him, holding out her towel. “Well, I think that package was well worth the delivery,” she joked.

The mailman laughed, accepting the towel and wiping himself off. “I think I’m looking forward to my next special delivery,” he teased.

Vanessa walked him to the door, giving him one last kiss before letting him go on his way. As she watched him leave, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had gotten exactly what she needed to start her day.

With a smile, she headed back to the shower, ready to continue her morning as planned, and maybe even have one or two more fantasies come true.