I couldn't stop thinking about that day at the casting. Seeing him there, the guy from my dream, made everything real. He works as one of the main actors in the studio. After I left that first time, I kept replaying it in my head. The way he looked at the photos, how close he felt even from the screen. I knew I had to go back. Not just to see him, but to finally give myself to him. The one I waited for all these years. Two months later I booked another appointment. My heart was racing the whole train ride to the city. When I walked in, they remembered me right away. They asked if I was ready to shoot a full scene. I said yes, and I asked for that guy specifically. They smiled and said he was available . They led me to the set. A soft bed with white sheets, warm lights. He was already there, shirt off, looking even better in person. Tall, dark eyes, that same gentle smile from my dream. I felt my cheeks burn, but I wasn't shy. I walked straight to him, took his hand, and pressed it right to my chest, over my heart. Feel that, I said. It's pounding so hard because of you. He smiled wider, his fingers warm against my skin through my thin top. We started slow. I undressed for him, peeling off my clothes piece by piece. When I got to my panties, I shook my ass again like last time, teasing. He watched every move. Then he dropped his pants. His cock was huge, thick, standing hard. I stared for a second, then reached out and grabbed it gently. It's so big, I whispered. I love how it feels in my hand. Heavy, warm, perfect. I stroked it a few times, feeling it throb. He kissed me deep, then laid me down. We started in a position like spooning, but closer, my back against his chest, one of my legs lifted. He rubbed the tip against me first, slow, making sure I was wet and ready. I was dripping already. Then he pushed in. Slow at first. I gasped when he broke through, a sharp sting that turned into full, stretching pleasure. He held me tight, whispering how good I felt. My virginity was gone, and it was him, just like I always imagined. We switched to doggy. I got on all fours, ass up. He said I looked incredible like that, my ginger curls falling down my back, my curves perfect under the lights. He slid in deeper from behind, hands on my hips. I moaned loud, pushing back against him. Every thrust hit just right. I came hard once, then again, shaking all over. He flipped me so I could ride him. I climbed on top, sinking down slowly, taking every inch. I rocked my hips, grinding, feeling him fill me completely. He reached up, played with my nipples, then pulled me down for kisses. At one point he slid down, ate my pussy eagerly, tongue circling my clit until I came again, thighs squeezing his head.
I went back on top, riding faster. I leaned backward, hands on his thighs, arching so he could see everything. My tiny ginger bush glistened, my body bouncing. The excitement built insane. Multiple orgasms rolled through me, one after another, making me tremble. He groaned, gripping my waist. We both hit it at the same time. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me as I clenched around him, crying out in pure bliss. After, we lay there breathing hard. I smiled at him, still full of that dream-come-true feeling. I waited so long, and it was worth every second.
