The following narrative describes events which took place in a dream. 
Any similarity to real-world events or persons is coincidental.
Background: I live alone. 
I spend weekends with my girlfriend, but on week nights I sleep alone, at my apartment.
 I sleep nude, with no covers. It's horribly hot in southern California.
Dream Number 1
I woke up (so I thought). My bedroom lights were on, I noticed. My digital alarm clock 
said two a.m. Suddenly I realized that there was someone lying on the bed beside me. My 
girlfriend? (She has a key.) But no, it was someone else, a woman I'd seen and admired and 
lusted after, I knew that, but when and where I couldn't quite recall. Then I realized who
 she was...
	"Patricia?"
	"Yes, Patricia..."
	"Patricia..."
"I'm glad 
you're awake. I've been lonely..." 
Patricia was wearing her chocolate brown mohair
 turtleneck sweater and her blue and white mohair leg warmers and nothing else. Patricia
 turned on her side, breathing warmly in my face, and casually draped her sweatered leg 
across my legs and began caressing my chest and belly. I could feel the springy puff
 of Patricia's woolly pussy fur pressing against my left thigh. I kissed Patricia again 
and again and felt her firm tits and her perky nipples through the heavenly softness of 
her mohair sweater.
Gazing adoringly up into my eyes, Patricia teased my stiff cock 
with the tip of her index finger.      "I've missed you."
     "I've missed you, too."

     I felt Patricia's fingers close firmly around my cock. "I guess I'll just have 
to pamper you."
     We kissed and caressed for I don't know how long, and I buried
 my face between Patricia's sweatered tits and sucked at her rigid nipples through the 
fuzzy, loosely-woven sweater. Then came a moment when she sat up, crossed her legs and 
pulled her blue and white legwarmers up close to her woolly crotch, and said,  "I've got
 a surprise for you."
    "What is it?"
    Patricia reached behind her and came 
up with a white mohair cardigan sweater. "Do you remember this sweater?"
    "Yes..."
    Patricia gave a playful little laugh and draped the sweater over my face and pressed it down with her hands, almost smothering me in heavenly sweater fragrance and fluffiness. At the same time, I felt her fingers gently clasp my cock once again. Patricia expertly masturbated me almost to a climax while I chewed at the white sweater that covered my face and held in my hands her spunky tits, nicely sweatered by the brown turtleneck.
     Suddenly Patricia's sweater was snatched away from my face. I heard her ask, "Do you like my sweater?" as her fingers of her left hand danced nimbly over my stiff prick. With her right hand she held the sweater in front of my face.
        "I asked you, do you like my sweater?"
	"Patricia, I love your sweater."
	"Tell me again."
	"Patricia, I love your sweater."
	"Do you want me to jerk you off with my sweater? "
	"Yes, Patricia..."
	"Tell me. I want you to tell me. Tell me you want me to jerk you off with my sweater."
	"Patricia, I want you to jerk me off with your sweater. Will you do it?"
	"Of course, Baby. I'll do anything you want. I'm your sweatergirl."
	Patricia wrapped the sleeve of the white mohair sweater around my throbbing cock and began to slide the sweater sleeve up and down, entrapping my prick in luxuriant fuzziness and softness. I almost squirted several times, but Patricia's expertise was such that she could read every message that was flowing through my prick. She could read my cock like a book, and she knew how to do everything to it. Patricia pressed her wet woolly snatch against my thigh and humped my leg as she kissed me again and again and slid her warm tongue down my throat. 
	"I love your cock," she whispered. "Will you let me suck it?"
	"Yes, I want you to suck it, Patricia. I want you to suck my cock."
	Patricia pulled the white sweater off my cock and draped it over my midsection. She scrambled to a kneeling position between my thighs, bent down, clasped my cock in her hand and poked it into her hot lipsticked mouth. Patricia sucked my cock for what seemed like hours, bobbing her head up and down, pausing at the top of every other stroke to flutter with her tongue and gaze deeply and adoringly into my eyes while tugging mischievously at the hem of her sweater. Several times she let my swollen cock slurp out of her mouth and pressed it against her closed eyelids and ecstatically smiling face, kissing it all over, again and again. 
	"Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
	Finally, as Patricia pursed her glistening lips and milked them up and down over the dangerously swollen head of my cock, I was ready to squirt. Suddenly Patricia pulled my cock all the way into her throat, then let it slip almost out of her mouth, then she began aggressively digging her tongue into the sensitive underside of my prick. I saw stars, and an instant later I was pumping sperm. I spurted all over Patricia's face, on her bangs, in her hair, on her lips, on her eyelids, and all over 
the front of her chocolate brown mohair turtleneck sweater. Thick ropes of cum, gobs and
 gobs of cum were clinging to her sweater, and it went on and on. "Cum on my pussy," I
 heard Patricia moaning, "Cum all over me!" I squirted again and again. I thought I'd
 empty everything out. I sprayed my hot cum on her blue and white legwarmers, on her 
woolly pussy fur, on her smiling face, on her wonderful mohair sweater.
	Patricia 
grasped my shrinking dick, slippery with spunk, and worked her hand up and down it until
 it stiffened somewhat. "I love the taste of your cum," she whispered. She took my growing 
cock into her mouth and I felt her pursed lips milking at me with exquisite slippery
 softness. "Give me some more of your sweet fuck-cream!"
	"Oh, Patricia..." 
I groaned, "I'm going to cum!"
	Patricia pulled her sweet sucking mouth off my cock 
and I erupted volcanically all over her smiling face and on the front of her sweater 
and on both sleeves of her sweater. Patricia rubbed my shrinking, oozing cock all over 
her smiling cum-drenched face, then she grasped my scrotum with both hands and sucked,
 hollow-cheeked, pulling the very last long strand of sperm up from my balls. She beamed 
delighted at me, her eyelashes sticky with spunk, and smiled and swallowed repeatedly.
	"Oh, Baby, you're delicious. I love the taste of your cum. I wish we could always be together. I want you to fuck my woolly pussy all night. I want to be your sweatergirl. But I have to leave now..."
	"But Patricia..."
	"I'm sorry... Goodbye..."
	Patricia touched my eyelids with her outstretched fingertips and I immediately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. My digital alarm went off at five and I rolled over and reached for Patricia. No Patricia. So, Patricia...where are you? Gone! So it was all a dream. My dream of Patricia... Just a dream. But what a dream!
Coming Soon: Patricia, Dream Number 2