Trophy Panties

[monk222]

I was able to stay on top of the most delicious dream last night that seemed to go on forever. My recollection opens with me and a few guys and a hot little blonde pixie in a large, well-decked out bedroom. We are like young college students. She's heavily inebriated or high; perhaps we helped her to get this way. Soon she's down for the count, and ring the bell, we are on her like Amtrak railing through town.

Unfortunately, I cannot recall any explicit sexual imagery, like a censored movie. This may be just as well, since that might have been too exciting and woken me up, and I thought it was a cute dream the way it developed.

It's like the morning after. She is up. She isn't crying nor seems victimized in any way - just normal life for her. Maybe she is a little subdued, which is sexy in itself. I seem to be the only guy that still cares to have anything more to do with her. She is dressed and facing away in a crouch position, like she is looking for something. Her slacks are riding a little low and her shirt is riding a little high, and I caress her back and down toward her exposed ass, which she tolerates.

She says that she is looking for her clothes that she lost the night before, and it hits me that her panties might still be up for grabs. I furiously look around the room for them, and I am the first to come upon them, and I quickly swipe the thong black-panty into my pocket - my stolen little treasure - before putting them away in my book bag.

The longest part of the dream is a comedy of my trying to return home with the captured trophy. Along the way, I come across at least a couple of people trying to find out who took them and get them back, as though the pixie blonde has a bounty on this precious fabric. One is a young woman, perhaps the blonde's best pal, and she is shouting angrily, pumping the air with her fist, declaring that when she finds out who has the panties, she is going to take them and shove them down the fiend's throat. I try to keep my poker face on, but my heart is racing and I'm hoping that I'm not sweating bullets.

On my odyssey to return with the golden fleece, I finally make the last bus home. After taking a seat, and feeling like I've made it and am safe, I stealthily pull out the panties, marveling over the delicate feel of the frail little garment, and I press the crotch against my nose like a newly plucked rose, and I fancy that I am catching the faintest wisp of fresh pussy, the sweet musk of a sexy blonde - just before getting gangfucked all night.