We cuddled up on the dance floor of the bar.  The band played
some slow blues song.  We swayed to the music, and my cock
lengthened and pressed into you.  You shifted slightly so that my
cock would poke down between your legs.  

"Let's leave after this song," I whispered into your ear.

You kept quiet and found a way to nuzzle up closer to me.  

When the song ended we went back to the table.  I left some money
on it for Gina, our waitress, and I helped you with your jacket.
We walked out, and passed by Gina.  I told you about her.  She's
the one that flirted with me on Sunday nights until she saw me
with you.  Her eyes were glued to my cock as it strained to tear
a hole in my pants.

"See something you like?" you said to her with a wicked grin on
your face.

"I left the money on the table," I said, waving back at the table
with the money still on it.

Gina looked up, her face red.  We kept walking.

The drive back to your place took a little longer than I would
have liked.  When we got out I watched your ass sway and your
skirt swish.  My cock came back to life.

We got up to the door to your condo, and you went fishing for
your keys.  I couldn't wait anymore.  I unzipped and pulled out
my cock.  

"Hey, not so fast big boy.  The neighbors..."

I didn't give you a chance to finish.  I pulled your skirt up,
pushed you over, and slid my cock up inside you.  I like it when
you don't wear panties.

I grabbed your hips and started thrusting deep and hard.  No
teasing here, you had me too worked up.  I felt the pressure
build up, and then the screeching of the snowplow on asphalt woke
me up.

I sat up in bed, the dream fresh in my mind and my cock painfully
erect.

"Damn, why does the damn snowplow have to come by every time I
have a good dream?"

I frowned as the amber light from the snowplow's bubble lights
came through the window.  The plow passed right beneath my
apartment window, the infernal racket dying off.

My cock never softened.  There was a drop of fluid at the tip of
the purple head.  I wrapped my hand around it and stroked as I
lie back down.  I smiled as I remembered that I'm free Sunday
night, and there's someone I need to call.