The dream celeb - Ep1 " A dream comes true"

 I can still describe the moment I first saw you as if I’m stuck there. That precious little moment when I forgot the magnitude of who you are. The sound of your voice, the deep giggles you share. Could barely believe you were even there.

Is this real? Can this be happening? How are you of all people sitting next to me? Who are you with? Are they friends? Family? Can you understand how tense I am? My heart is racing. I have butterflies in my stomach and in places I’d never think to be having in your presence. You know, I have only dreamt about a moment like this… never ever though a coincidence like this could happen. You are wearing a T-shirt and some jeans… Look at that clean, slick, chill style you always wear. I want to be cool… but your presence is making this so hard…. Look at your arms, ripping that clean white T-shirt… that perfect skin. Your muscles flexing as you move. I think my friends are noticing… Noticing how I zoned out of the conversation, how I’m biting my lip… Clenching my wrist against my thigh…. Resisting the will of getting my hands between my legs. They don’t know who you are, you know! I never told them of my uncontrollable crush on you… I feel ashamed somehow. Look at you… so untouchable. So impossible to even dream of. Your existence is torture. I don’t think you know that, and now here you are, randomly having dinner in New York, right beside me. You noticed you swiped your arm in my hand. Oh wow… oh, now all I’ve dreamed about how your skin feels is real! You apologized and smiled at me between laughter. “I’m sorry” you say smiling… your perfectly unorganized beard… your lips. I feel no ground under my feet. Completely swiped away. I don’t want to stare! Am I staring too much? Your arm is now touching mine as it rests on the table. I can feel the heat of you. I am undeniably trying to ignore the fact that you are touching me…. 

I take my iPhone to text the only person who knows about you, Jo. I’m holding my phone on top of the table never even considering you might be looking out, but you are, aren’t you? – OMG, get me out of here! - I am so wet from just being in your presence and you don’t know how hard it is to pretend you are not there! I’m trying to reach Jo, trying to share the panic feeling I’m having, but she isn’t checking her phone. I desire this impossible person who I know would just not be interested in me at all. No way you’d look at me, I’m just an average young girl to you. Too young I believe you’d say. 

 

⁃                Hey, was that text about me?

 

You read it. You saw your name and you leaned into me and quietly requested to know. Your face is serious but you’re smiling with your eyes. You noticed… You know what I meant with it. Were you checking me? I am speechless! How? Why? 

 

⁃                Oh my god, I am so sorry, I was just telling my friend…

⁃                She’s right there… why you texting her about it? Hey girls, I’m Pedro, nice to meet you. 

 

You proceeded to introduce yourself to all my friends. Jo looks shocked as she looks at me. My face in utter panic, full on red as I am as embarrassed as I can be.

 

⁃                Oh my god…

 

Soft rambling of words emerges “isn’t he from those shows Jess loves?”, “Wow, this is surreal…”

 

You are smiling like you do. Moving your hands around the table, as if you were caressing it, and I am just there. No reaction, just, cannot believe you have spoken to me.

 

⁃                So, are you from around here? I’ve never seen you before. 

 

You take a sip of your wine. Your lips are embracing the glass in this perfect round shape, so delicious I’m starting to sweat. You are smiling at me…Staring at me… Waiting for an answer. Penetrating eyes… And I am still hung up on your lips as they’re moving. The lips I have only dreamed to kiss.

 

-       Are you still there?

⁃                I... I am from the other side of the ocean. From far away.  

 

I laugh, and my eyes run from yours, attempting to control my nervous impulse of kissing you. It’s like I’m not actually seeing you. I am drugged on the image of you. In my head images of you taking me on this table are starting to emerge. 

 

⁃                I see… is there a name for that place? Do you have a name? 

⁃                Jessica… You can call me Jess. I’m from London.

 

You randomly ask me what I am doing in town. If I’m liking it here… You’re telling me you like it there, that you might visit sometime.

You are interested. 

I continue to stand there. What am I going to say to you, this is an impossible situation.

 

Hours go by, and we pretty much ignored everyone else. You are so sweet, so warm, so sensual, in a way you don’t even realize. You’ve taken me from them. You’re making me blush; you’re making me laugh. I am totally involved in you. You are touching my shoulder pulling me against you as we share the most ridiculous jokes. Cause that’s just who you are.

I’m caught up in your touch, but I am resisting to touch you… you can feel that, so you touch me. Friendly shoulder taps, arms brushing on each other, holding my hands, laughing onto them like you’ve known me forever.

 

⁃                Jess, we’re going to go back to the hotel. Are you coming? - My friends ask.

⁃                Yeah, yeah of course.

 

As I look back at you, you are talking to your friends. You’re between conversations. One you’re in and another you’re out, searching for me.

 

⁃                Well, I can’t believe I got to meet you. It was lovely, so lovely to meet you. - I say.

⁃                You know… it was lovely to get to know you!

 

I am leaving. I am shaking. I cannot believe this had happened. I am sad. I’ll never see you again. I still desire you. You’re forbidden fruit. I’m curious to know how your mouth tastes…. How your skin feels on mine… I want to smell your perfume up close, dig my nails on your back. But I know, this was not something that would happen.

 

I am walking away when suddenly I hear the door closing abruptly.

 

⁃                Hey, Jess…

 

I turn back, and you are walking up to me.

 

⁃                I’m guessing you have plans tomorrow… - you say.

⁃                Hum I… I… Don’t you have plans?

⁃                I’ll do if you’ll agree to them.

⁃                Oh - I say softly laughing.

⁃                I like coffee in the morning. Will join me? – you say taking a closer step. 

 

I can feel the heat coming off your skin. You’re holding your hands in front of me as if praying I’ll say yes.

 

⁃                You know… You have no idea how hard it is to resist you…

⁃                You seem to be resisting me fine… - you say holding out your hands with that side smirk expression on your face - come on, humour me. Meet me, tomorrow.

 

Your voice is so deep. We are outside but I am so hot. I blushingly reach my hand out and type my phone number on your phone, and then slowly start walking away, still facing you.

 

⁃                Text me the address - I nervously say while watching you smile.

 

I can say the need I felt to touch myself was unbearable! I was wet from hearing you… dripping wet… from imagining you inside me! Or just from picturing your hands on me! I wanted that. I want you. Can you tell? Do you want me?

 

Imagining you touching my body became physically painful. After I’ve felt your arm softly touching mine…Your hand on my shoulder and squeezing my thigh under the table. The proximity you’ve built straight away, it was like you knew me. It feels amazing to be around you.

 

Tomorrow… tomorrow I’m meeting you… What do you want from me? I am ok with anything, really. You’re my dream. I will not be holding back. 

 

**ding** I wake up to the sound of a text… Unknown number… An address…. You meant it! I text you back “what time should I be there?”. The anticipation of your next reply is driving me crazy. I don’t know what to do, I want to move, but can’t, paralysed once more. There’s this feeling building up inside me, tingling, impossible to describe.

**ding** “Whenever you are ready to see me”, you reply. 

It’s 11am, and I question myself, where is this place, or what is it. Should I just show up? Will you be there? 

 

Making my way to you nothing has changed from last night, except I’m meeting you, alone, don’t know where I am going. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to have you alone. Butterflies are going crazy in my stomach. OMG, it’s running down on me again, just by thinking of you.

 

Uber drops me at this house. This huge house. “Wow, his house…” 

I am stressed, shook. What am I doing here? “I am outside, I guess” I text you. These huge gates start opening in front of me. “Should I go inside? Just like that? I mean, I don’t know you, like that”. 

 

⁃                Are you coming in? - you say from the other side of the now opened gates.

 

I see you. Grey shirt, slightly loosen from your body. Your face turned to the side, hiding from the sun. Again, with your beard, and your moustache, and your softly curled messy hair. That strong, closed, serious, yet so irresistible expression.

I walk towards you. I want you.

 

⁃                I know this must be weird, but I can’t take no chances going around and about with many women.

⁃                Oh right… I get it.

⁃                Luckily, there’s coffee inside.

 

We walk inside to this beautiful living room. The fireplace is lit, music is playing, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air. 

 

⁃                You like pancakes?

⁃                You’re making me breakfast?

⁃                I had to be ready in case you’d actually show up. 

 

We exchange smiles and you pour me some coffee. There are fruits and warm pancakes. This is a dream. A very, very vivid dream.

We are chatting. We are laughing and glancing at each other’s eyes. You touch my hands from time to time. Lurking for excuses to touch me more, and more. You’re moving your hands again. You know I love your hands. Running them through your hair. Running your fingers through the corners of your mouth. “What are you doing to me”. 

 

I know I’m staring at you. I can only feel my fingers brushing my lips as I’m looking at you. I am studying you, smiling. What do you want from me? Why me? I’m nobody!

 

I stand up and I’m placing the dishes on the sink. Getting ready to clean them.

 

⁃                No! - you say as you stand up - I got it. 

 

I look back and you are coming up behind me… You press me against the countertop, and you talk softly into my ear.

 

⁃                You didn’t come here to clean up.

 

Oh, that voice. I lean my head back a little whilst softly gripping the edge of the counter, reaching your chest as this uncontrollable feeling runs down my body. “Stop it” I’m thinking, but I’m feeling my ass pressed against your crotch and… “Stop”.

 

⁃                Why did I come here? - I ask while turning to face you.

 

You have your eyes penetrating my mind. We are facing each other and we’re so close because you didn’t move an inch. You have your lips slightly open, and you are biting them softly. I know because I can’t stop staring at them. Your hands are resting on the counter behind me. I can feel your body gently touching mine. My mind is going crazy, my heart is racing, and I’m shaking. You feel me shaking. You breathe in deeply and take a step back. The tension is released when you do that. You’re starting to feel it too.

 

⁃                I want to get to know you better. I also don’t want you to think I invited you here for anything other than that.

⁃                I don’t. But I’m curious to why me…

 

You smile… You go in into the lounge area and I follow you. You’re asking me what music I like. I’m younger than you, you bet how young. You are expecting our tastes to differ. It’s no sin, but it isn’t exactly right. You see yourself as this older man, undeserving of young love, of a young woman. I see it in your eyes. You want it, but you’re afraid. My tension is building up again. Is yours? I need you, but I don’t want you to see me for that. “I want you”.

 

⁃                What? - You say it sounding surprised, while you’re tuning in a different, softer song.

⁃                What? - I say.

⁃                What did you say to me?

⁃                Oh… - I reply realizing I was talking out loud and not only in my head.

 

I step away in the direction of the window turning my back on you, looking outside, it’s such an amazing day. You follow me.

You place your hands on my waist, you bring your lips to my ear…

 

⁃                What, did you say?

⁃                I didn’t….

 

You place your hand on the glass window and kiss my neck. Softly, lovingly… I can see your arm next to my face. That skin again, those veins…

 

⁃                I am sorry I didn’t mean to… it came out of my mouth I’m not… 

 

You interrupt me by rapidly getting away.

 

⁃                This is not my intention you know… - you say as you walk away - but I feel like I am having a hard time… Controlling myself, around you. 

 

I bite my lip… I am dripping wet once again… But you don’t know that! You leave me like this… You do this to me! How am I supposed to hear this and just, be?

 

⁃                I never thought it was… It’s hard to believe this is even happening.

 

I am speechless… this is crazy. You are looking at me so intensively. Your lips shut together. Closed face expression as if you want to end me. You’re so sexy, undeniably exciting. You’re eating me up with your eyes. I see them going up and down my body and I can only think of your hands all over me and you kissing and licking me. Running your tongue all over me. 

 

I get closer slowly. 

 

⁃                I want you. Should I not? - I say.

 

What did I say? Suddenly you grab my head with both your hands, and you kiss me. Time stopped. Your tongue is inside my mouth and it’s warm, and you taste delicious. I am under your control. Surrendered! Soon your hands are under my dress grabbing my ass and pulling me towards you. Your lips are on my neck, your arms on my back and you’re moving down slowly. You’re loosening the straps on my dress, pushing them down my arms, and I am exposed. I am yours. My breathing is deep and out of control. My eyes closed shut because I am confused. I want you but should we even…  You pick me up while sucking my nipples and grabbing my breasts, no fear, just lust, desire. I am holding on to you, my legs so tight around your waist, holding onto your hair. I can feel you. Your shirt slightly lifted from the movement, and I feel your stomach between my legs. Its heat penetrating my underwear. You’re so gentle. Your hands supporting and squeezing my back. I am paralyzed in desire. 

You’re taking me into your bedroom, but the kindness in your moves even if uncontrolled by your passion... so smooth. You gently put me down. 

I am taking your shirt off and digging for your body. The smell of your perfume entices me. The chemistry is now undeniable. That perfect body! Your skin so soft I could die. I’m effervescing. You are moaning, as I’m running my tongue down on you. Oh, your moaning makes me want you more. You want me! 

I am kissing you down…Slowly getting lower, running my fingers between you and your underwear. I want to see you, feel you closer. You help me unbutton your jeans and you are hard; I can see all of you through those boxers. I stand up and slide my hand inside them touching you for the first time. A soft rub is enough to draw all the lines of your cock and your face says it all. Your eyes are closed, and your mouth opened in denial. “Fuck” you say softly and quietly, almost a whisper. I sit on the bed behind me just enjoying you, appreciating having this moment, having you. You’re looking at me so out of control, every inch of your face in telling me you can’t wait to take me. You lay me down while laying on top of me, pulling me up on the bed and sliding my underwear down until it’s off. You rub against me. You kiss my neck and leave a trail of hot warm spit through my chest, my stomach… “aaah” – you took the tip of your tongue, and you licked me, softly. Bite me gently too. “Wow” you say, realizing my body is shaking, because I cannot control it anymore. You come to kiss me, and we can both taste the result of your doing.  You continue to rub your body on mine, groping me, making wet, teasing me. There’s no waiting no more. You place your lips on mine, not to kiss me, but to feel my mouth opening in pleasure when you gently insert two of your thick fingers inside me. I moan… You’re breathing into me. Your eyes are open, catching every reaction on my face. You’re finally seeing what you do to me. This is on you. You are traveling on my body, kissing me, biting me… Pinning me down, I can’t move, and I don’t want to. I am surrendered to you. I can feel your hard, warm cock brushing my leg, even through your clothes… Again, your skin so soft I can barely understand how it’s possible to have skin so soft like that. Perfect, you’re perfect! I’m thinking again, the same thought over and over “Does he want me? Does he want me?”.

 

-       Do you want me? 

 

The words come out of my mouth, out of control. I don’t know what I am saying anymore. I almost instantly feel your hand down south. You gently brushing my fanny on the way of pulling your cock out. 

 

⁃                I am so glad you asked! – you say to my ear.

 

You grab my leg and lift it up, that grip is going to leave a mark. You get inside me in one slow but firm motion while breathing and moaning in my ear. You are filling me in. Your warmth and thickness, I can finally feel all of you. My head tilting back from the pleasure, and you help it by pulling my hair, biting my neck, thrusting deeper and harder, again, and again. “Oh no, what is this feeling”. I’m loving the feeling of your arms embracing me, the weight of you on top of me… You know how to pace it. I bite your shoulder. You’re not done with me yet. You’re not going too fast, or too slow, you’re just right. This constant movement, brief strength applied so perfectly. You’re moaning on my ear, and I am loving the sound. 

I climb on top of you. It’s my time. I want you to enjoy me just as much as I’m enjoying you. As I’m taking my dress off, I am looking at you. I’m holding still for now, and you are dying of anticipation. You want me to move. You’re staring at me as you work your hands on my chest and stomach, almost as if you were drawing me yourself. I see your chest moving up and down, you’re breathing fast. I want you to see me… all of me. I place my hand on your chest, my long blond hair sliding onto your body, and I start to move. You are grabbing my ass and your face is drowning in pleasure as I move back and forth on top of you. I want you to cum… Cum with me, but you are not ready yet. You sit back up and have me on your lap, your face craved on my chest, squeezing my ass, you’re trying to slow me down. I can feel you breathing onto my skin. I grab your hair and make you face me. I thrust onto you again, and again and now it’s not just me… You, you start pulling me strongly onto you, I can hear you breathing hard, out of breath. We are moving together, as one being only. We are syncing “oh god… oh yes…” yes, yes, I scream… 

 

-       Cum with me – I whisper.

 

You stand up with me still latched onto you and thrust in me against the wall… my nails digging your back…. You’re pushing me down so every thrust is as deep as it can go. I am screaming loud, and you are loving it. You know what you are doing to me. Oh, wow this feels right! “Oh yes!” I end up screaming…. Your voice goes deep, and your breathing increases as you continue to give me all you got, and all you got is heaven. I’m floating on this land of pleasure, and I see in your face you’re getting there too. You’re clenching your eyes and making sounds I never thought I’d hear. Your last thrust bangs me against the wall, this loud noise surfaces from our bodies colliding and you support yourself my placing your left hand on the wall behind us. Your head is resting on my shoulder. You’re hugging me, standing still. We’re both breathing uncontrollably. I can feel my pussy tightening, squeezing your cock, because you haven’t removed yourself from me yet.

 

Your moaning ends… I can barely breathe. You lay me down on the bed and lay on top of me. Still inside me. You’re kissing me, catching a breath. My eyes are closed, just enjoying this feeling. 

Silence instals…

 

⁃                Shit, what just happened? - you ask, while rolling out of me. Hands on your head, pulling your wet hair away from your face.

 

⁃                I don’t know…

TO BE CONTINUED ON EPISODE 2