Little Day Dreams

I like to choose a face from the crowd, a man, older usually, tall, someone with a stern look. I then wonder about what it would be like to walk up to him and offer him my pussy. I’ve thought of putting on nothing but my little trench coat and going out into the world in search of an older man with strong hands and a hungry mouth. In my mind, I think of him taking me in the backseat of his car, slipping his fingers through the holes under my buttons, and pulling until the buttons pop off and disappear into the crevices of the car’s leather seats. He pulls the coat impatiently down my shoulders, and my left nipple disappears into his mouth. He his hungry, I can feel it in the way his teeth clenches around my flesh, his fingers moving to greedily pry my quivering thighs apart, searching blindly for my clit. When he finds it, he takes it between his thumb and his index finger and massages it. I bury my head between his neck and his shoulder to stifle a loud moan. I can see faint shadows through the tinted glass of his car. I like that, knowing that the world is going on just outside the window, that I could crack their world to pieces with one ecstatic yelp. This man, this stranger, sucks on my clit, fucks my little pussy with his tongue before turning me on my back, pulling my legs up until they are swung over each shoulder, and pushes his hard, warm cock inside my wet pussy. I leave his car in a permanent daydream…