Dream Journal
B knew that someone was following him taking pictures, so he asked me to pose for a few ‘juicy’ shots with him (we were not romantically involved at all); I agreed.
We pretended to make out, making sure the photographer got some great angles and shots. Getting into it, I pull my sweater over my head realizing too late that I was not wearing a bra.
He became instantly aroused and forgot about faking it for the photographer. It turned into a very hot-and-heavy petting. He grabbed my breasts, rubbing my nipples with his finger and thumb, and I curled my hand around his tree trunk of a penis.