Masha's Morning Dream

— So, how was the trip to Anton's father's?" Dasha asked her friend.

— You know, overall—not bad. We arrived on Saturday, spent the night, and left on Sunday," Masha replied.

— Listen, I can see in your eyes something's off?" Dasha suddenly asked—a blonde with a cute round face, big doll-like eyes, and bright, full lips.

Masha was gazing thoughtfully into the distance. Her expression held a kind of lofty, dreamy quality. She had a symmetrical face with an equally symmetrical nose, large brown eyes, and a full, sensual mouth. Her wavy, light brown hair was styled in a voluminous updo, with only a couple of locks carelessly

hanging down along her face.

Masha blinked and turned to look at her friend.

— You can't hide anything from you," she said, smiling at Dasha.

— Well, of course, we've known each other since we were kids," Dasha smiled back, "go on, tell me.

Masha looked at the sea, and her gaze became thoughtful again. The girls were sitting at a round table on the hotel's open veranda. The weather was clear in the middle of the day, and a pleasant breeze was blowing from the sea.

— I was struck by Marcel—Anton's father," Masha began, "he lives alone in a house by the sea. He used to work on fishing boats, and the first thing that struck me about him was his hands.

Dasha looked at her friend curiously, waiting for the story. Masha looked at Dasha and continued:

— Can you imagine, when Anton and I arrived by taxi from the airport in the morning and Marcel came out to greet us, I immediately thought: 'How alike they are.' His father is just as tall, broad-shouldered, but unlike Anton, he's tanned, and his face is just," Masha paused for a second, searching for words, "well, just the epitome of masculinity. When he smiles, his face becomes so contrasting—white teeth, dark tanned skin, stubble with gray. Everything is so rugged—as if he just stepped off a ship.

— Wow, I can picture it," Dasha said thoughtfully.

— Wait, that's not all," Masha continued, "when he came over and said hello, there weren't any of those 'hugs,' you know. Marcel shook Anton's hand and looked at me with a squint, as if to let me know—'I know all about you, you little slut.'

Masha whispered the last words, having first glanced at the door leading to the terrace. Dasha bit her lower lip, and her eyes sparkled.

— And then, when he started getting the suitcase out of the trunk, I saw his hands. So strong, tanned, with tattoos. And those hands amazed me—I looked at them all day.

— Did you go sailing?" Dasha interrupted her friend.

— Yes, we had breakfast and went to the marina. We went out to sea, and he was telling Anton what to do, and Anton, you know, was trying so comically to show off, acting like he knows how to sail a yacht. He was fussing the whole time. But his father did everything calmly and methodically and seemed somehow detached. After that look he gave me near the taxi, he somehow didn't even look at me anymore, you know, as if he was ignoring me.

— How so? Didn't he like you?" Dasha asked, frowning.

— No, not like that. It was as if he didn't need to bend over backwards to impress me. Imagine, it's like a man who just comes and takes what he needs, without asking.

— Oh my god, girlfriend—you're teasing me with your story right now.

— Listen, what happened next, you'll be amazed," Masha continued her story, "so, we went sailing, then went to a restaurant. Anton was telling some story about his work—programs and stuff, well, you get it. And Marcel didn't ask anything, he was calm. Anton seemed to want to impress him, but he couldn't care less about all those neural networks and artificial intelligence. I'm quiet and just waiting for him to pour the wine so I can look at his hands again. And, I think, I even drank more so he could refill my glass more often. Anyway, I was so afraid of him. Especially after that look of his, you know. I got goosebumps every time he looked at me.

— Well, anyway, I was afraid to talk to him all evening, you know, like I'm so modest. But after a couple of glasses, I got bolder. I thought: well, if I'm an open book to you, then why should I pretend, and I said, when Anton had already run out of steam with his work stories: 'Marcel, tell me something about the sea.' And I look him straight in the eyes, you know, so boldly.

— Oh my god, Masha, nothing's even happened yet, but I'm already getting wet from your story," Dasha said, "and what about Anton?

— Well, you know Anton, as usual, he didn't notice anything," Masha said, smiling.

— So what happened next?

— Well, he looked at me, you know, like I was a port slut, and says with a smile: 'Talking about the sea is like talking about love. You have to live the sea.'

And that's it, can you imagine? As if he told me: 'Shut your mouth, baby, when I need you—I'll tell you.'"

— That's so cool, Masha. It's like something out of the Middle Ages. And then what?

— Well, I got cheeky and ask further: 'And what do you even do?' And he, without looking at me: 'I'm only interested in three things—the sea, wine, and women.'

In the end, we sat there late. Then we went back to the house. His father took a bottle of wine from the house and said he was going for a walk, I thought we'd go too, but Anton had drunk too much and wanted to sleep. So we went to sleep in our room. I was all fired up, I thought we'd have sex now, but while I was taking a shower, Anton fell asleep. And I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, you know, the window was open, warm evening air was blowing in, music was playing in the distance. I tossed and turned, and when I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of Marcel. You know, as if he comes into the room, I'm standing in just a nightgown, and he looks at me so sternly, and then takes my neck with his hand, and it seems he could break it with one light movement, and with his other hand he takes my breast, then lowers that hand down and slips it between my legs. And I take his cock, which is bulging from his pants, and then unzip his fly and pull out a huge cock and hold it in my hand, and it's so hot and strong... Anyway, I wake up because Anton got out of bed and is going somewhere. I ask him through my sleep:"

— Where are you going?" — and he:

— For a run.

— But it's a day off, you can skip it once.

— No, you know I never skip.

And I'm lying there thinking: damn—some morning sex wouldn't hurt right now. Well, and then the most interesting part."

Masha fell silent and looked at the sea again. She took her cocktail in hand, put the straw in her mouth, and took a sip of the juice.

— Come on, don't drag it out, what happened next? Anton went for a run, and you had sex with his father?" — Dasha's eyes were sparkling, and she was excited with curiosity.

— Worse," Masha said, pulling away from the straw and setting the glass on the table.

— Wow, I'm almost afraid to imagine what happened next.

— Well, listen. I'm lying there, and, you know, when you have that light morning sleep, and you're kind of asleep and kind of not?

— Yeah," Dasha nodded.

— Well, so, I'm lying on my side and I hear the bedroom door open and someone come in. I immediately thought it was Anton. I also thought: why so fast? He usually goes out for about forty minutes in the mornings. Well, I keep lying there—you know, that pleasant half-doze, don't feel like opening my eyes, don't feel like saying anything extra—just chilling. And suddenly I feel something warm and heavy on my cheek. At first, I didn't understand what it was. Then this thing ends up under my nose, and by the smell, I realize it's a cock. I'm lying there thinking: 'Anton never did this, he might start licking me while I'm asleep, but shoving his cock in my mouth while I'm sleeping—that never happened.' Well, I don't open my eyes, I wait to see what happens next.

And then I feel the cock start slapping against my lips, and I couldn't take it anymore, I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. And after that, the cock kind of parts my lips and presses against my teeth. I'm lying there thinking: if I open my mouth now myself, then it's like I agreed to take the cock. But if I keep lying there pretending to sleep, then maybe he'll leave, and later we can pretend nothing happened."

Masha fell silent again. Dasha sat and looked at her with wide eyes.

— So what did you do?" Dasha couldn't hold back.

Masha looked at her and smiled, lowering her eyes:

— I opened my mouth.

— Ahhh," Dasha quietly exclaimed and put her palms on her cheeks.

— I couldn't refuse something like that, you understand? It was so erotic and so arousing. Can you imagine, he just walked in and shoved his cock into a sleeping girl's mouth. His son's girlfriend.

— Yesss..." Dasha said, "and what happened next?

— Well, I, basically, opened my mouth a bit, and he immediately shoved his cock in. And it's so big, you know. And he started moving it back and forth like that, without pulling it out. And I'm lying there the same way with my eyes closed. Then I feel him take my head with his hand and start shoving it even deeper. And then he just started fucking my mouth, and all without pulling out. Then I feel him pull the blanket aside with his other hand and take my breast and just squeeze it hard. And he keeps fucking my mouth and shoving it deep right into my throat. I'm enduring it, but I'm already soaking wet. Anyway, after about five minutes he started speeding up, well, I think—he's going to cum. And I suddenly feel the cock tremble and my mouth start filling with cum. And there was so much of it—I thought my cheeks were puffing up, can you imagine. Well, and then he calmly pulled his cock out of my mouth. And I tried to keep the cum from leaking out and swallowed it. And I hear him leave the room.

— Listen, Masha—that's just a trashy story. And then what?

— Well, I'm lying there, the main thing is, all aroused. Don't open my eyes. Then Anton comes in, I tell him: 'Come here.' He's like: 'I'm all sweaty now—I'll go take a shower.' And I tell him: 'Come here, please.' I throw off the blanket and spread my legs, tell him: 'Eat me out and then go wherever you want.' Well, he went down on my pussy and says: 'Wow, you're so wet.' And I took his head and pressed it to me. He just touched it with his tongue, and I probably came right away.

— I can imagine," Dasha said with an exhale, "and then what happened?

— Well, and then, when we came out for breakfast, I was even afraid to look at him. Only once did he look at me with that smile and give a slight nod. I immediately felt myself flush, and I probably turned red as a lobster. Anton looked at me and asks: 'Are you okay, you're so red?' I'm like: yeah, everything's fine. And Marcel looked out at the sea and says: 'A woman can only blush from three things—the sea, wine, and love.'