The Dream will it ever be true?

I lay in bed. Half asleep, horny as hell and pussy lips dripping wet and tingling.
Wetness seeping from between sift pink sensitive lips as my dream has played again.
My clit still pulses from the orgasm achieved... Wanting more ... Throbbing for more..
My nipples rosy and hard begging to be sucked nibbled pinched and tantilised.
I need that man I think to myself. Self gratification is leaving me even more frustrated.
I revisit my Dream...
Oh my that man where is he ?
He is a man that holds the door for me, the man that gently places he hand in the small
Of my back, that man that whispers in my ear.., are you wearing my favorite panties?
He can only whisper... We are in a restaurant. Tucked away with gorgeous wine, gentle music,
Excellent food and descreet waiters. The lighting is perfect for intimacy.
I answer with my voice trembling ... I thought we could change from your favorite panties of crutchless to the much more natural ones of simply none. He raises his eyebrows and groans...
We are settled at our table opposite each other as we dare not touch before our meal.. The tension
Is already building. His smell, his presence, the knowing has quite literally set my pussy lips tingling.
We had kissed hello which was enough for me to feel the hardening of his cock as the dress I am wearing is soft, weightless and thin enough so he feel my nipples harden through his shirt. I knew and sort the reaction that would be achieved.