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By Storysman (storysman@aol.com)

Keeping with schedule, Kendra and Mark made love as soon as he returned home from work. The newly engaged couple eagerly leapt into each others arms, despite a brewing dinner that needed tending. Mark couldn't help it, he had been plagued with a severe erection the entire drive home. He had to be with is love. Ever since she agreed to be his wife a month prior, he couldn't go more than a few hours without making love to her.
The morning was guaranteed. Mark's morning hard-on quickly sought relief in the gorgeous, olive-skinned woman sleeping next to him. Add to that the arrival from work, and another fucking before bedtime, and the couple made love an average of three times a day. Weekends were sometimes higher. With this being a Friday, Mark was looking forward to curling up with Kendra for hours on end and loving her to his last ounce of passion.
Depending on how tired they were, Mark and Kendra often slept naked in each others arms. But this night, they were awake a good half-hour or so after finishing their love-making, so both had put something back on. For Mark, it was a pair of boxers. Kendra put on an enhancing pair of panties and a nightshirt hat barely covered her waist. They drifted off to sleep...
Mark was used to their bodies working apart form one another during the course of the night. So when he subconsciously realized her warm, sexy body wasn't making direct contact, his mind found nothing unusual. But when his middle-of-the-night hard-on asked him to relieve some of the pressure by slightly humping her ass, he realized Kendra was gone.
He looked out into the room, unable to see anything at first. The outside lights allowed him to begin to focus on the slight images before him. He made out the desk, the desk chair, and the wicker chair next to the bed. And Kendra.
She was standing next to the chair, and he realized she was moving her arm up and down. Mark sat up, and clicked on the light next to the bed. She was rubbing the phone between her legs!
"Honey?"
Kendra didn't answer. She continued rubbing the phone vigorously against her silk panties and the cunt they covered. Her eyes were glazed, and apparently unfocused.
"Honey?" mark said again as he reached for her.
Kendra started moving. She walked to the bedroom door, which was left open, and moved past it. She was sleepwalking! Mark laughed to himself as he realized she must be rather horny to be making it with the phone! As far as he knew, Kendra never masturbated. She refused to even discuss the subject.
He got out of bed and went after her. He was careful, not wishing to wake her. He had heard you weren't supposed to for some reason, and didn't want to give her a heart- attack. He managed to take slight hold of her arm, and guide her back to the bed. She hesitated, then climbed under the sheets. Mark clicked off the lights, and kissed Kendra on the lips. She stirred underneath him.
"Mmm. Hi, honey. Do you want to make love?"
"Do I ever!"
Mark slid his hand under her nightshirt and began rubbing her breasts.
"Ooh, Mark, I'm all tingly. How'd I get so horny?'
"Must be sleeping in the same bed with me." He kissed her again, sliding her panties down underneath the covers as he did. Kendra kicked them free, and embraced her fiancee as he mounted her. The weekend was off to a good start.
Mark had been pretty sleepy when he first noticed Kendra was missing, and barely remembered the incident the next morning. The couple lounged around the house, ate lunch with friends, and had sex a couple of times. The incident was gone, forgotten.
But when night rolled around once again, and Mark happened to wake up and find Kendra gone, the memory returned. "Again?" he muttered to himself. Actually, it was kind of fun! He sat up in the bed, and strained to make out the details in the darkness. Mark pretty much figured she was in the bathroom. She couldn't be sleepwalking again. But the place was dead quiet, and no light trickled from underneath the bathroom door.
Mark got out of bed, curious but not really concerned. He adjusted the stiff cock in his boxers, hoping Kendra would be up for a middle-of-the-night fucking. He walked down the dark hallway, still seeing no signs of her. Now he was starting to get concerned. Where was she?
He entered the living room, struggling to make his way in the dark. He wouldn't let his mind develop the thought that she might have left him. She was here... somewhere.
He still couldn't see very well, but his ears finally gave him an answer. He heard a slight rubbing sound. It was rhythmic and continuous, and coming from the window. Mark found the hallway light switch, and clicked it on. The reflected light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Kendra's pert little ass humping the lamppost. Her nightshirt lifted up and down with her rubbing motions, exposing her cheeks and the thin line of panty that separated them.
Mark started smiling, but wasn't sue what to say. He walked up to his beloved, and noticed her eyes were transfixed in front of her. It dawned on him... she was asleep!
Mark stepped back and watched. He heard you shouldn't wake sleepwalkers, and who would want to when she was doing this?? Kendra's legs were locked around the lamppost, her hips sliding her crotch up and down the length. Her hands held the shaft lightly. The lampshade pressed and bent against the forms of her breasts.
Mark slipped his hand in his pants as he watched his fiancee' stimulate herself. Her panties had become transparent from her sopping pussy, but her face showed no sign of arousal or consciousness.
Mark's boxers dropped to the floor as he furiously jerked his cock. The wonder at her actions disappeared at his growing lust. The only objects he had ever seen against his wife's pussy were his penis and her panties. He became mesmerized by the gold post hugged so tightly against her by her legs. The gliding of her cunt up and down the length suggested more of a ticklish feeling than a pounding, filling thrust inside her. Her hips bounced so lightly with her strokes down the pole, a movement he had never seen her perform before. He wanted that bounce on his cock. He wanted that oblivious attention to his own shaft.
He carefully moved closer. He didn't want to wake her, especially now. He wasn't concerned about scaring her, he was concerned about losing his chance for this kind of sex with his bride-to-be.
He maneuvered his arm near the lamp post and allowed Kendra's fingers to close around it. Once her hands were free, he slowly pulled the post from her humping hips and locked legs. Her cunt seemed to push out, searching for the lost stimulation. Mark drew her against his body, bringing her crotch against his own hard shaft.
Kendra resumed her humping motions, but now with her arms around mark. She rubbed herself up and down on his throbbing cock as eagerly and as unknowingly as she had with the lamp post.
Mark began breathing loudly. He wanted to moan, but feared the sound would wake her. He wanted to push the tip of his penis into her, but felt that was a sure way to snap her out of the trance. So he stood there, naked from the wait down, and let his wife move herself up and down his cock. The silken panties offered a smooth, sensual touch. He wondered if it was enough from him to launch his sperm between them.
The motion became maddening, and he knew her had to enter her. To hell with waking her up! He had to fuck his fiancee! He gripped his penis in his hand, and worked it past the thin, humping bit of fabric that guarded her moist vagina.
"Uhh.." her first sounds. It was a soft moan. A quiet response to the pleasure her body was knowing. Kendra's humping continued, but adjusted to bring Mark's penis into her. Mark didn't have to move. Kendra repeatedly thrust herself onto him as the two embraced in standing ecstasy
Mark felt a different and intense orgasm spring from his body. He came into his beloved Kendra as their two bodies melded in a late-night fuck. She still wasn't conscious! Mark picked her up, and carried her back to the bedroom.

"I was doing what???"
"You were masturbating with the lamp post." Kendra's face turned beet red as she sat across from Mark the next morning. The word `masturbation' was enough to make her very uncomfortable. To suggest she actually did it was absolutely mortifying. Kendra was simple in her sexual attitudes. She always called it "love-making" never "fucking" or any of the other many phrases used to mean sexual intercourse.
"Do you remember?"
"You're making it up!"
"I'm, not, you were rubbing yourself on the lamp post."
Kendra had been sitting across from her husband dressed only in the bra and panties she had been wearing all night. She had removed the nightshirt and replaced it with a robe, which she now closed in retribution. "How dare you say that!" She turned away in shame.
"It's no big deal, honey. You're body wanted it. granted, I wish you woke me up, but you weren't in a normal mind. It's just as well, I enjoyed watching you."
"I think you dreamt the whole thing!"
"I can't believe you have no memory! You don't remember fucking me?"
"Mark!" Kendra whined. "Must you use language like that? Must you reduce our acts of love to something so vulgar?"
"So you do remember!"
Kendra was about to respond, when they heard a knock at the door. Mark got about, smiling at the horrified Kendra, and went to answer it.
"Alan! Hey, come in. We're just sitting down to breakfast. Want some cereal?" Mark motioned for his long- time friend to enter. The two had met in school, and had remained good friends ever since.
"Morning, Kendra."
"Good morning, Alan." Kendra pulled her robe a little tighter. A few moments earlier, and her breasts would have been mostly bared. She tied the robe shut, glaring at Mark as she did, and poured some cereal into her bowl.
Mark grabbed a bowl for Alan from the cupboard. "Kendra is a little mad at me this morning. I caught her sleepwalking last night, and she thinks I'm making it up."
"Mark!" Kendra whined.
Mark mouthed "Don't worry" as Alan reached for the cereal box. He wasn't going to say what she was doing during her sleepwalk, so Kendra relaxed a bit.
"Sleepwalking, eh? Did you wake her up?"
"Nah, they say your not supposed to. I found her in the family room. She doesn't remember a bit of it."
"Must be some kind of stress or something. I don't know, what causes sleepwalking?"
"Who knows?"
Alan looked towards Kendra. "Have you ever sleepwalked before?"
"Not that I know of."
"Must be the wedding. You've put the girl under too much stress, my man!" They all laughed with the comment.
Kendra loosened up as the morning progressed. Alan left after an hour, and Kendra became apologetic.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning." She kissed Mark's cheek as she spoke.
"So, you admit to masturbating with the lamp post?"
"Of course not. I don't remember even dreaming. It was simply a fantasy in your mind."
"I swear it wasn't!"
Kendra pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhhh. I like that you fantasize about me. Now... what was I doing in this dream of yours?" She dropped her robe to the floor.
Mark eyed the gorgeous, sexy body in front of him. God, he loved the blend of her skin with those dainty white panties. Her breasts heaved with anticipation. Mark knew last night was real, but had no problem in making it real again.
When bedtime came again Mark didn't give a thought to Kendra's previous night adventure. He crawled into bed, made love to her, then quickly fell into a pleasant sleep.
Two nights, two sleepwalks. Mark wondered if a trend was forming. Then he wondered if she had done this before, and he had missed it! That would suck! He had to know if she did this often, or at least if she would do it again. Kendra was a very deep sleeper, perhaps that's what allowed her to sleepwalk in the first place. As she prepared for bed that night, Mark set his watch alarm. It was a fairly quiet sound, and probably wouldn't wake her. But he wouldn't have any problem responding to it.
They went to sleep. As planned, the alarm woke up Mark a few hours later. He felt for his sleeping wife-to-be. His hand mushed into the softness of a breast. He gently stroked her prized anatomy, then rest the alarm. A little later, he awoke again. Kendra was still sleeping beautifully next to him. One more time, he thought, then drifted back to sleep.
The alarm went off for the third time. The soft beeping awoke him, and he quickly moved his hands to locate the body next to him.
It wasn't there.
Mark sprang out of bed, wondering what sort of action his wife was performing now. he was half-excited, and half- concerned. What was making her get up in the middle of the night and find something to stimulate her cunt? Was he man enough for her? Was she faking her ecstasy?
He hurriedly checked the bathrooms. No Kendra. He stormed down the hallway and into the living room. He flicked the light switch. No Kendra. Now he was starting to feel more fear than excitement.
Where was she?
He was about to start searching the closets when he felt a slightly chilly draft spill across his legs. The doorwall was open! The night sounds poured into the room. He moved quickly to the open glass, noting the sound of sprinklers as he did.
Kendra was outside. She was standing off in the distance, on the public area of grass between the buildings. Water sprayed into a fine mist around her face and shoulders. But it was a steady, bursting stream that shot out of the sprinkler and against her soaked panties. There she was, standing bare-breasted over a sprinkler that turned its spray onto her, past her, and then back across her in a quick motion.
The force of the sprinkler looked powerful, and Kendra was slightly hunched as she received the impact of the spray against her cunt. The water splashed up her body, and large droplets fell from her hardened nipples to the ground. She wasn't as motionless as she had been before. She now played slowly with her breasts, spreading the flowing water across her chest and stimulating her nipples as the hard throb of the water splashed against her pussy. The sound of the interrupted spray seemed to perfectly capture the concept of dousing silk panties. A rippling sound... a sweet, silky rippling sound that was more enticing than the sound of the water against her skin.
Mark quickly realized his wife was in plain view for all to see. She was dressed only in panties, and those were so completely soaked and battered they looked like the water would rip them off at any second. He heard a soft moan make it through the crash of the water. If anyone was awake and looking out their window, they would see Mark's fiancee's naked body enjoying a heightened sexual arousal.
But, oh God was it hot! Mark once again felt a swelling in his pants. It was as if an entirely different side of his wife-to-be lived in her unconscious mind. A sexy, thrilling, fuck-me-hard type of personality that he wanted to surface. She was so gorgeous, so sexy... if she only fully utilized that power in their normal love-making!
Mark didn't see any lights or staring eyes. As far as he could tell, everyone in the complex was nestled in their beds and fast asleep. Too bad for them. They were missing an image of beauty that Mark couldn't imagine being surpassed. Those glinting, dripping dopiest on her legs. The second skin of transparent white clinging to her buttocks. Her poised, yearning body desperate to be satisfied and filled with manhood. Mark dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. He let his penis flop naturally as he walked over to Kendra. He stood behind her, and slowly let his body press against her backside. His nakedness meeting hers... his lust intertwining with her lust....
He moved his hands onto the wet silk. Her skin was so smooth and soft. The dampened panties felt heavier as he slid them down Kendra's legs. Her fresh, dripping pussy continued to receive the splash of the sprinkler as it moved across her body. Some of the spray made it to Mark's face and dripped into his mouth. He drank the blessed water and began licking the moisture from her bare legs.
He wanted to fuck her in the stream, but knew the intense shot of the water wouldn't do his groin any favors. He pulled Kendra down to the ground, and turned her towards him. The sprinkler now shot into her back with a low thud. He still received the misty spray that splashed over her shoulders. Steady streams of water ran down her chest. Mark moved his mouth to her right nipple, sucking the soft pink and tasting the sweetened water.
Her body chilled him slightly as it dripped onto him. He moved her to his lap, eager for his cock to find the pleasant warmth inside her. He buried his face between her breasts, nuzzling the tender flesh and the water that ran down his cheeks. He lowered her onto his penis, and loved her slowly as he caressed his love and the water caressed them both. Kendra didn't moan, but her breath suffered short interruptions with his slow, methodic thrusts. He continued to suck at her breasts, which now easily popped out of his mouth as he bounced her on him. He pecked at them, sometimes waiting for a large drop to from on the nipple before taking it into his mouth.
He wondered quickly if anyone had come to their window since the fucking started. He didn't care. He was making love to his future wife, and nothing else mattered.
"Oh, Kendra, oh baby..." he came inside her, filling her already wet cunt with his sperm. He moved her body up and down, enjoying the slurping sounds his entered penis made in her pussy... enjoying the sight of fresh, clear water running down her stomach, onto his shaft, and onto the ground beneath them. He allowed her body bend backwards, causing his penis to slip out of her cunt. The spray shot into his chest as it moved in its semi-circle. He admired Kendra's wonderful frame beneath him, and watched as the water mixed with his sperm and carried it into the earth.
God he loved her.
If only she could be awake. if only she could feel this complete bliss and incredible love while she was conscious. Mark didn't let himself get discouraged. If her subconscious was calling for it, eventually it would surface. Eventually, her deepest yearnings would come forward and her true sexuality would be known. Nothing could stop that.
Mark carried his future bride back into the apartment, her dripping wet panties laying softly over her breasts.
Continued in part 2...