This was a dream that has stayed with me all these years.
I was still wearing jockey shorts, so the oldest I could have been was 14 (1964). My knowledge of what was between a woman's legs was hampered by a thick shag carpet of hair. I would get so turned on by the mystery of what was hidden from view.
I was on my back in the dream, and on the bed. My hardon was trapped in my underpants, but in my dream it was sticking straight up. A woman was facing me above my dick, slowly lowering herself to it. The dream didn't involve her tits. She was just lowering her beaver toward the head of my cock. Then just before she touched me I went over the edge and woke up. I grabbed my cock as I started to cum - a very powerful cum. I wasn't totally lost in the pleasure of my orgasm. I had taken hold of myself in a futile attempt to minimize the mess.
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