John smiled in his sleep, a dream which began rather vague-- a warm summer beach-- hot sun, sand beneath a towel or blanket, the sound of surf in the background. A gorgeous woman, raven haired, eyes hidden by expensive sunglasses, shapely, athletic, tanned body barely dressed in a tiny bikini, appeared overhead.
"Well, honey, you really ARE glad to see me!" she announces, looking toward his crotch.
John became aware he had a raging erection, straining to free itself from his swim trunks.
The woman suddenly straddled him, her well shaped rear facing his head, and bent over. Pulling his trunks down John felt a cool breeze caress his privates, and then he felt her mouth around his throbbing cock.
"Mm-mm, yeah! That's great!" he mumbled. The feelings of pleasure intensified, growing more realistic by the second. Too realistic!
"Huh?! What?!!" John exclaimed, eyes flying open, staring... at a shapely, nude backside of a woman. Dark brown hair, wavy, but otherwise she resembled the woman from his dream. Pleasuring him like in his dream... He was still in his hotel room, it seemed. "Who are you?!"
The woman straightened and turned her head, licking lips heavy with lipstick.
"Just giving you a little 'room service', honey," she purred, turning back to her "service".
"Now, wait, um," John stammered, finding it amazingly difficult to think with the strange woman sucking on his cock. Well, she was amazing and he was having difficulty thinking as a result, but... um? No, wait, that wasn't what he'd been thinking about. "I, er, didn't, oh GOD! Uh, order-- oh JEEZ! orderroomservice!"
"Oh, don't you worry, honey," she purred, only pausing for a moment. "It is completely complimentary from the airline! They are really, really sorry!"
The last was added in a breathy, "little girl" tone of voice. She bent back to his cock.
"Uh, WAIT! No, CONTINUE!" John pleaded, completely confused and not at all sure wait he wanted or was saying. He took a deep breath and then decided...