It was overly warm that spring night; blankets weren’t needed and I slept in only my boxers.

I was dreaming. It was a good damn good dream too, a naked woman was crawling over me, touching me, kissing me and grinding on me.

Then I wasn’t dreaming any more, I woke up.

The naked woman lying on top of me wasn’t a dream and this non-dream woman was definitely grinding on me.

I was hard; my body had beaten my mind to wakefulness by at least a few minutes. The odor of aroused woman was everywhere, her potent pheromones had already been rubbed all over my body. I was doomed.

I touched her trying to discern just who it was molesting me.

She reached into my boxers and pulled out my engorged penis.

I touched her face, it was Matilda.

She sank down on my throbbing cock. Fucking hell did that feel good; snug, hot and dripping wet.

I groaned and coherent thought abandoned me.

She squatted above my groin and began to ride me. I mauled her breasts with wild abandon.