I wake up groggy, like coming out
of a fog. For a minute, I’m not sure who or where I am, as the dream is so
vivid in my memory. I feel the ache in my heart as well as the ache in my body,
both yearning for something not there. Damn alarm clock, it always interrupts
my dream when it gets to the best part. I lay in bed reliving the dream,
savoring it just a little longer. This time I’m in a field of white flowers
under the shade of a single tree. I’m dressed in a long diaphanous lilac gown
with long flowing sleeves and lace ties that resembles the attire worn to a
Renaissance fair. My hair is much longer though, reaching down past my butt,
but still the same shade of chestnut brown with red highlights that are only
visible in the sun.
In my dream I’m sitting under the
tree as if I’m waiting for someone. I feel the anticipation, excitement and
fear mingling, wanting what’s supposed to be forbidden to me. Suddenly, he’s
standing there, looking down on me with those luminous dark blue eyes framed by
dark red lashes that are long enough to make women jealous. His eyes seem to
look into my very soul. He kneels down next to me and I rise to my knees so we
can embrace, kissing each other passionately, our tongues twinning and hands
roaming over each other.
His kisses trail across my jaw
and down my neck to the spot where it meets my shoulder. He know how sensitive
I am there and uses it to his advantage, nipping, sucking and licking over and
over while a low moan escapes my throat. While he grips my hair in one hand his
other one is busy at the ties that hold the top of my dress together. Once he
finally gets them open he lowers the neckline so that my breasts spill out. He
catches one in his waiting hand and kisses lower, over the swell of my breast
with hot, open mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue.
Letting go of my hair, he cups
both breasts in his hand as buries his face in my cleavage, turning his head
from side to side so he can kiss both of them while his thumbs graze over my
nipples. My nipples harden instantly, becoming diamond hard peaks that are
eagerly waiting his hot mouth. Finally he kisses his way to one nipple and
licks over it with the flat of his tongue, causing me to cry out and hold his
head to my breast firmly, silently begging him to suck me.
His mouth closes over my nipple
and he starts sucking strongly, scraping his teeth over it to give the pleasure
that small sting of pain. He then moves over to my other breast and does the
same. I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure as his mouth works its magic on my
breasts. Keeping one hand in his hair I use the other to loosen the ties at his
waist and slip my hand in to stroke his hard cock. I can feel the heat burning
into my palm and the ridges caused by the veins running just under the skin.
Without letting go of my breast
he uses one hand to lower his pants while I rub my hand over his cock. I rub my
thumb over the head, spreading the pre cum welling up over the smooth skin.
Switching to my other breast he lifts my skirt up out of the way and puts his
hand over my pussy. His fingers slide easily along my slit, the moisture
gathering there becoming the perfect lubrication he needs.
His mouth leaves my breasts and
seeks out mine as he slips two fingers inside me. I moan low in my throat again
and squeeze my inner muscles around his fingers, all the while I’m stroking his
cock with a steady rhythm, my fist holding him tight even though my fingers
don’t make it all the way around his girth. Still kissing, tongues exploring
our mouths, his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth in imitation of what his
cock will do to me in just moments, he lowers me to the ground and moves
between my legs. I can feel the broad head of his cock slide up and down my
slit, being coated by my juices. He positions himself to push into my warm, wet
pussy and… my damn alarm clock goes off, bringing me crashing back to reality.
That really pisses me off and
leaves me sexually frustrated. Why can’t I ever finish my dream? It’s been six
months of continual sexual frustration each time I wake up. By now I’m more
resigned than anything, I guess. I don’t understand why I keep having these
dreams, or why I wake up before they end, but I keep having them every night.
I lay on my bed reliving my
dream, horny and unsatisfied but without time to do anything about it. I sigh
heavily, resigned to having to wait for later because for now I have to get up
and face the responsibilities of basically being the single provider for my 11
year old daughter. It’s not how I envisioned my life 10 years ago, but we all
have to deal with the consequences of our decisions. I wouldn’t change having
my daughter though. She’s the light of my life, even if she’s starting to come
into the transition between sweet little girl and smart-alec adolescent.
I go through the daily routine of
breakfast and rushing to get to school and work on time. Thankfully though I’m
a single mom I can’t say that I’m struggling to get by. I’m a veterinarian with
a small but successful practice, and though I don’t earn tons of money there’s
enough for a good house and a nice car and vacations once or twice a year.
After dropping my daughter off at
school I head over to the small building where I have my clinic. There are
three vets, including myself, and another 4 staff members working at the
clinic. I don’t have any early morning appointments but I have a couple of
patients I need to check up on. After making sure that they’re alright and
taking care of a few more things I sit down with my best friend over a cup of
coffee.
“You look like hell Jen” Paul
says to me, looking at the dark circles under my eyes.
“Oh shut up Paul” I reply. We’ve been friends
since vet school, though about eight or nine months ago we became friends with
bennies. So far it’s been a good arrangement. “I’m still having that stupid
dream,” I tell him
“Well you know I’m more than
happy to help you out if you’re left hanging,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows
lewdly at me.
“You goof,” I say, hiding my
smile behind my coffee cup. I wink at him and say “I’ll have to take you up on
that offer, you know.”
“Any time babe,” he says as he
picks up his cup and rinses it out in the sink. “Let’s see about tonight, but
right now I’ve got an appointment to attend to.”
“OK, go. I’ll catch you later.” I
reply, still finishing my coffee. My mind keeps going back to my dreams as I’m
left alone with my thoughts. I keep wondering why I always see the same guy
though in many different times and places. I don’t have any answers, and
truthfully I have no idea where I could find any. “It’s the stress Jen” I say
to myself under my breath, but I don’t really believe it. Sure, my life isn’t
perfect but honestly I’m content with what I have. “Oh well, it’s time to think
about real stuff.”
I finish my lukewarm coffee in
one gulp and rinse out my cup in the sink as well. I check my watch and see
that it’s a few minutes before my first scheduled appointment. Hopefully Mrs.
Tilden will be on time with her German shepherd, Molly. Molly is a really sweet
dog, and has never given me much trouble, even when it comes to shots. Not like
the holy terror that is Mr. Martinez’s cocker spaniel, Lizzie who’s appointment
is for later that day.
The morning goes by, filled with
routine visits. Though we do attend emergencies, it’s very seldom that they
come our way. At lunch I go pick my daughter up from school and take her to my mom’s
house where we eat and then she stays with my mom until I finish the day at the
clinic. As I get back to work I check to see how many more appointments I have
when I notice an unfamiliar name as my last appointment of the day: Chris
Daniels. He’s scheduled to bring in a chocolate lab. I’ve always loved those
dogs and I’m eager to see this one.
The afternoon flies by, and soon
enough I’m walking into the room to meet Chris Daniels and his dog. “Hi Mr.
Daniels, my name is Jen Walker” I say as I walk into the room. His back is
turned towards the door. He turns around at the sound of my voice and I stop
dead in my tracks.
“YOU!” I say under my breath,
feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I can’t believe it! Here, standing in
my clinic, is the man I’ve been dreaming about for the last six months. Those dark
sapphire eyes look at me, and again I have the feeling he’s looking straight
into my soul.
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Walker. My name is
Chris. I just recently moved here. This is Gunner.” Chris extends his hand for
a handshake and as soon as his warm hand envelops mine a thousand images flash
in my brain. I see Chris and me as lovers in different times and places over
the world.
I shake my head, trying to clear
it. “Wait, have we met before?” I ask, still not sure what’s happening. I take
a step back, confused by the images running through my mind. To cover up my
reaction I kneel down and turn my attention to Gunner so we can start getting acquainted.
“Not that I know of. I used to
live in Oregon before moving here,” he replies. Out of the corner of my eye I
can see Chris’s hand clenched around the leash. Huh. Good to know I’m not the
only one affected here.
Somehow we get through the rest
of the appointment. They leave after a routine examination and I collapse into
the chair, emotionally exhausted and at the same time incredibly horny. I don’t
understand why, but this on top of the dream I woke up to has me looking for
Paul and hoping he’s not busy.
I find Paul in his office, going
over some files on his computer. Without a word I close the door and lock it,
then go around closing the blinds on the windows. By now Paul is leaning back
in his chair watching me. I saunter closer to his desk and jump up to sit on
it. I look him straight in the eye and take off my shirt, leaving me only in my
bra and jeans.
“I’ll take that as you accept my
offer then, love,” Paul says lazily, cocking an eyebrow at me and sitting with
one arm hooked behind the back of his chair.
“Paul, shut up,” I say as I lean
in to kiss him, pulling him closer to the desk. Paul’s hands move to my waist
and run up my back to unhook my bra. He pulls down the straps and I grab the
cups to let it fall to the floor. His mouth moves along my jaw and down my
neck, kissing, nibbling and licking a trail further down my body until he
reaches one of my nipples. I push my fingers into his hair as his mouth latches
on to it and starts sucking, flicking my nipple with his tongue. I moan and
pull his head closer towards me, stuffing my breast into his mouth. His hands
move to the waistband of my jeans and he quickly opens them. I stand up so that
he can push both my jeans and my panties down my hips and then step out of
them, kicking my clothes under the desk to move them out of the way.
I stand in front of Paul
completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. Paul grabs my waist and helps
me jump back up on his desk, my ass on the edge, and pulls the chair close
again. I lean back on my elbows and place my feet on the armrests of his chair,
letting my legs fall open so he can see the moisture that’s glistening on my
shaved pussy lips. Paul kisses his way up one leg, starting at my knee and
ending just shy of my pussy. Then he does the same up the other leg, teasing me
with his breath over my clit.
“Paul…” I moan, pleading in my
voice, desperate for him to give me what I want as I observe him between my
legs.
“Yes love? Is there something you
need?” He asks, his mouth hovering just over where I need it most.
“Please…” I manage to get out as
my head falls back and my chest arches up, my pussy quivering and needy under
his mouth, so close yet not close enough.
“Since you ask so nicely,” he
says “I’ll be happy to oblige.” The breath explodes from my chest as his tongue
finally makes contact with my pussy, a long, hot, continuous lick from bottom
to top. I fall back flat on the desk, moaning as my head hangs over the edge. I
pull his head closer to me, my hips arching up into his mouth. He continues to
lick up and down my pussy, kissing and sucking along my lips before moving his
tongue to lick and flick over my clit.
One of my hands moves up to cup
and knead my boob, pinching and rolling my nipple, tugging at it as Paul’s
tongue moves lower again and licks around my opening before pushing inside me.
I cry out as he pushes his tongue as far into me as he can, then licks back up
to my clit and down again. My legs start to shake slightly as my orgasm builds,
the tension in my body quickly reaching the breaking point.
Paul concentrates his mouth on my
clit and pushes first two fingers into me and then three, sliding them in and
out wetly, my juices coating them and spilling into his palm. A few more
strokes of his fingers combined with his mouth sucking and licking my clit and
I explode, my pussy rhythmically contracting around his fingers, squeezing them
tightly. He keeps his tongue pressed to my clit, feeling the waves of my orgasm
pulse through it.
I lay there limply, struggling to
catch my breath as Paul lifts his head from between my legs, his face covered
in my juices. “Feel better now?” he asks with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Mmmhmmm” I manage to mumble,
still coming down from my orgasmic high. I begin to notice how uncomfortable I
am on top of the desk and struggle to sit up. Paul helps me out, but instead of
standing up I sink to my knees and start undoing his zipper. “My turn to do the
honors,” I say, eyeing the considerable bulge under his pants. My fingers brush
against his cock as I peel open his jeans and lower them along with his boxer
briefs. It springs out, long and thick,
throbbing and engorged, the veins running up and down along the shaft standing
out.
I take it in one hand and lick
over the slit, catching the small drop of pre cum that’s gathered there with my
tongue. I lick all around the head and suck it into my mouth, lightly scraping
my teeth on the underside, just where the head meets the shaft. One of Paul’s
hands grabs my hair and lightly pushes me to take him further into my mouth. I
decide to pay back his teasing and let go of his cock, lifting it up so that I
can kiss and lick his balls. I suck them into my mouth, letting them roll along
my tongue. Then I lick up and down his shaft, getting it wet with my saliva
until I finally move back to the tip and let it slip into my mouth.
My lips move all the way down
along his shaft until the head bumps against the back of my throat. I swallow
around it, taking it deeper before I pull back and breathe deeply. Again I
slide my lips along his cock, taking it as far into my mouth as I can before
pulling back. I wrap my fingers around his cock and together with my mouth move
them up and down along his shaft, building a good rhythm.
Paul’s hands cup my face and I
look up at him. In his eyes I see what he wants and let go of my hold on his
cock. I stop moving and as he holds my head in place he starts fucking my
mouth, his hips pistoning his cock in and out as I suck on him strongly, my
tongue rubbing along his shaft. It doesn’t take long before I can feel it swell
even more in my mouth which is the only warning I get before his cum starts
spurting out. Jet after jet fills my mouth and I struggle to swallow it all.
Finally he pulls from my mouth and I lick my lips.
Paul helps me to get up and after
I get dressed and he fixes his clothes we kiss and say our good nights. Both of
us leave the clinic and head our separate ways, me to pick my daughter up from
my mom’s house and Paul probably to go watch a game down at the sports bar with
some friends.
That night I dream of Chris
again, now being able to give a name to my dream lover. Tonight however, it’s a
little different. We finally finish making love, and as my body is lying there
in the afterglow of great sex we’re ambushed by a group of about twenty men who
attempt to kidnap me. From there the dream turns to a nightmare as I see my
lover slaughtered before my eyes while trying to defend me, though not before
killing more than half of the group in our defense. I wake up screaming,
drenched in a cold sweat, the blissful post-climax feeling long since
disappeared.
Truthfully I think I would have
preferred another six months of not having the dream end now that I know what
happens. I try to go back to sleep but can’t manage it, so even though it’s
Saturday I get up early and shower before getting dressed and heading down to
the kitchen for breakfast. It’s not even 7:30 and my daughter won’t be up for a
while, so I decide to make pancakes from scratch. I’m not much of a cook, but I
learned this from my grandma and the recipe has stuck with me. Plus, my
daughter loves them.
My mom makes it over so she can
keep an eye on my daughter and I head out to the clinic. Technically we only
open half a day, but since we do attend emergencies the three vets take turns
being on call, one week on and two off. This weekend I’m not on call, so after
I finish up with my appointments and a couple of walk-ins I head out.
I decide to stop by the supermarket.
I head out of the clinic parking lot and towards the supermarket when the
steering wheel starts pulling to the right. I turn on the emergency lights and manage
to pull the car over without incident. The street I’m on isn’t too busy so I’m
not too worried about backing up traffic. I get out and check the tires, and
sure enough one of them has gone completely flat. Thankfully it didn’t blow
out.
Resigned to having to change the
tire by myself, I open the trunk and start getting the things I need out. As I’m
positioning the jack under the car I see a blue pick-up park behind me.
“Need some help?” a voice above
me asks. Just listening to it sends shivers up and down my spine and starts the
butterflies in my stomach. I get up and dust my hands off and look into Chris’s
deep blue eyes.
“Can you change a flat?” I ask,
wondering if he can feel how nervous I am. Maybe he’ll just chalk it up to
having to deal with changing the tire.
“Yeah, I think I can manage
that,” Chris replies with a half grin that just makes me want to kiss him
senseless.
“Then be my guest,” I say,
gesturing for him to take over.
Chris quickly and efficiently
changes the tire as I text my mom to let her know what happened and that I’ll
be late. He then offers to follow me to the tire shop so that I can get it
fixed. After my tire is repaired and back on the car he heads out to his truck
to continue on his way. I walk out and make rolling motions with my hands so
that he can roll down the window.
“Thanks so much for helping me
out,” I say. “Can I at least buy you a cup of coffee in return?”
“Coffee would be great” Chris
replies, though by how he looks at me maybe he was thinking about a little more
than just coffee with me. Then again, I
may be imagining things, influenced by those thrice-damned dreams I’ve been
having for months.
“Perfect! Just follow me and I’ll
take you to the best coffee shop in town. And none of that commercial Starbucks
crap either.” I say before heading off to my car. We drive to a corner café
simply named Antigua, after the delicious coffee they import from Guatemala. We
place our order and I have to insist on paying, as Chris wanted to pay for
everything. “Hey, I’m buying, remember. Or else I’ll owe you two favors,” I say,
laughter in my voice.
“Okay, I give in,” says Chris,
laughing as well as he sees how determined I am.
We go sit down and wait for the
server to come out with our order and begin to talk, getting to know each
other. As we talk my eyes drink him in, and I still feel that inexplicable
connection to him. What was supposed to be just a cup of coffee turns into
hours of conversation which fly by as if they were minutes. My phone starts
ringing and when I pick up I realize how late it is.
“Oh my God, I had no idea of the
time! I’m so sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to worry you. Yes, I’m fine, just lost
track of how late it is. Alright, yeah, I’m on my way home right now. Ok, give
her a kiss from me and tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I hang up and
ruefully look at Chris. “I’m so sorry, I have to go. My mom is babysitting my
daughter, but I should have been home ages ago.”
“No problem” says Chris. “I
should be heading home myself. I had a really good time with you this
afternoon. How about we continue the conversation over dinner some day? I’m a
pretty decent cook, and I’d like to make something for you.”
“That sounds wonderful. Let me
give you my number so we can talk later and agree on what day. Just let me know
in advance so I can arrange a babysitter for my daughter,” I reply, standing up
and gathering my purse and phone.
“Sure, no problem. What’s your
number so I can save it?” Chris asks with his phone out, ready to punch in the
numbers. I give him my phone number and he immediately calls me. “That way you
have my number as well, just in case.”
“Perfect!
We’ll talk later. Can’t wait to see what you can cook,” I say with a wink as I
turn around and head out the door.
Later that night after my
daughter has gone to bed I get a text. Expecting it to be work related though
I’m not on call this weekend I put down the book I was reading and pick up the
phone. Much to my surprise it wasn’t from work but from Chris.
Are you still awake?
Yeah I am. I write back.
Can I ask you a question?
I smile and type: You already did. Twice. Lol.
Lol, I guess I did is the reply I receive a few minutes later.
What do you want to know? I write and send to him.
After a long wait I finally get a
reply: I’m not sure how to say this. I
may be imagining things; in which case please forget we had this conversation.
Ok, now that caught my attention.
I wait for him to continue as I can see he’s still typing.
By any chance have you been having weird dreams lately?
My breath seizes in my throat.
Hell yeah I’ve been having weird dreams lately. How could he know about them?
Cautiously I answer: Why do you ask?
Never mind, I guess that’s a no is his answer. Oh no, he’s not
getting out of it this easy. Now I need to know what he’s referring to, and if
it could be possible that he knows about my dreams.
Can you call me?
Nervously I wait for what seems
like an eternity for his answer when my phone starts to ring. I pick up and
hear his voice on the other end of the line saying hi.
“Hi. I never said no. But I need
to know what kind of dream you’re talking about.”
“Before I answer that, can you
tell me one more thing? By any chance did you feel that you’d seen me before
when we first met?” Chris asks me.
“Oh boy, you’re going to think
I’m nuts, but here goes.” Time to jump
off the deep end and into the twilight zone Jen, I think to myself, taking
a deep breath before I continue. “Truthfully yes, I had seen you before. I’ve
been dreaming about you for the past six months.” My confession is greeted by
silence. “Just great” I moan, dropping my head against my palm. “Now you
probably do think I’m crazy.”
“No, no, no,” Chris answers. “You
just shocked me, because I’ve been dreaming about you too. I felt like I’d been
hit by a two-by-four the day I first saw you in the clinic.”
“Well you hid it pretty nicely” I
say somewhat sourly. “I was practically reduced to a blubbering idiot for a few
minutes.”
Chris laughs and says “I
truthfully didn’t notice. I was too busy trying to keep my jaw from dropping to
the floor.”
We keep talking and find out that
we’ve been having the same dreams for about the same time, and that the dream
changed the day after we met. It’s just too surreal for me to wrap my head
around. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in normal, every-day life.
I’m not quite sure when or who
started, but the conversation became a little heated after that. Ok, a lot
heated to be honest, and we ended up having phone sex. After we hung up I was
practically asleep, though I still wondered what would happen to my (our?) dream
that night.
That
night instead of the meadow and tree with the medieval garb this time it we
were in a saloon in the old west. From our clothes it looked like I was one of
the saloon girls and Chris a cowboy passing through town. After the show where
I danced for the patrons Chris took me upstairs to a private room. After
undressing each other Chris lay on the bed, his cock hard, straining from his
body. I crawl up his body, kissing and licking my way from his feet to his
legs, abs, chest and arms before kissing him deeply. His hands roam all over my
body, from tits to back and down to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing it in
his hard, rough hands. I rub my pussy over his cock, letting my wetness coat
him before using my hand to guide him to my opening.
Slowly I
push down and feel him penetrating me, so thick and hot and hard, like an iron
spike stretching and filling my pussy. I sit up to have more control, working
up and down to take in a little more of him each time. Finally Chris has enough
of my teasing and grabs my hips as his surge up, impaling me on his cock with
one stroke. I cry out in pleasure, my pussy stuffed with his dick and my inner
muscles rippling around him.
I start
riding his cock, pulling up off of him until just the tip is inside me and then
slamming back down to the root. Chris sits up and bites one of my nipples,
causing me to tighten my pussy around his dick as we continue to fuck. It
doesn’t take very long for both of us to go over the edge, his cum exploding
into me as my pussy contracts and spasms around him, milking his cock.
We
collapse on the bed, breathing hard, his dick still inside me when suddenly the
bedroom door opens up and a man enters the room, gun in hand. Before either one
of us has a chance to react I see him lift up the gun to point it at us. What
should have been the sound of the shot turns into the sound of my phone
ringing, waking me up.
The next couple of weeks went by quickly. My
routine was the same, but now I had a little extra spice because Chris and I
texted or spoke on the phone almost every day. The dreams kept coming, though
they always ended with us being separated for one reason or another.
Finally
we agreed that we’d meet at his house for dinner on Friday night. My daughter
would be sleeping over at a friend’s house that night, so I didn’t have to
worry about hiring a babysitter or having a limit on how late I could stay out.
I was very much looking forward to dinner because all things pointed to our
taking the next step and turning our sexting and phone sex sessions into the
real deal.
I was
kind of nervous about this, though while I’m not really superstitious, having
dreamt so long of some kind of disaster happening to one or both of us after
having sex certainly gives reason to pause. My grandma used to say that if a
person didn’t believe in the supernatural that they shouldn’t stop believing in
it as well, if that makes sense. There
are definitely a lot of things that have no explanation in the world, and these
dreams definitely fall into that category.
It’s Friday night. I drive over
to Chris’s place, a modest 1 story house in a nicer neighborhood on the
outskirts of town. I see his pick-up
parked in the driveway and can hear Gunner barking up a racket inside. I step
out of my car and smooth down my dress. I usually don’t wear dresses, but this
is a special occasion. My heels click on the concrete of the drive and the walk
up to the front door. Underneath I’m wearing my purple lace lingerie, complete
with garter belt and thigh-high stockings.
I ring the doorbell, holding a
bottle of wine in my hand and with butterflies dancing in my stomach. Chris doesn’t take long to open the door. His
large frame takes up all the space, his blue eyes smoldering as he takes in the
deep V of my dress and the way it drapes over my hips and lands just above my
knees. He looks handsome as hell in a close fitting long-sleeved shirt and
jeans.
“Hi Chris” I say, smiling and
holding up the bottle of wine.
“Hey yourself. Come on in.” he
says as he takes the wine out of my hands and places it on a table near the door.
He holds his hand out for me to take, which I do, and then slowly spins me
around making the skirt of my dress flare out a bit. “Very nice. I hope you’re
hungry, ‘cause dinner is ready and waiting.”
Without letting go of my hand he
leads me, not to the dining room as I’d expected, but to the kitchen, where a
table is set for two. We sit down to eat a delicious chicken marsala
accompanied by a fresh garden salad and wine. I usually don’t drink wine, so
after the second cup I decided I’d had enough. I didn’t want to dull my senses,
especially with the sexual tension that was palpable between us. That was
something I fully intended to enjoy.
After dinner we moved to the
living room, and although it was obvious to both of us that we were expecting
more than just conversation it was hard for either one of us to make the first
move. For the while we kept the conversation light, laughing and having a good
time. A casual touch on the arm or leg, a lingering look or slight innuendo
kept things interesting. At some point in the evening Chris’s phone started to
ring. Excusing himself, he got up to answer it in the study. I got up and stood
in front of the windows, looking out towards sky over the back yard.
I stood there letting my mind
wander as I waited for Chris to finish with his phone call. Lost in thought
Chris surprised me as he hugged me from behind, his strong arms wrapping around
my waist and pulling me against him. I
could feel his heat and strength radiating along my back and hummed in pleasure
at having his body so close to me, his presence familiar but not familiar at
the same time. I lay my hands on top of his arm and let my head fall to the
side. Chris took the invitation and started kissing my neck, his arms pulling
me closer so that I could feel his erection pressing into my butt.
I grind back against him, reveling in the
feeling of having this handsome, virile man want me. One of his hands moves to
my leg and starts pulling up my skirt until he can feel the stocking I’m
wearing, and then slides up my leg, pausing as he feels the garter belt. He
abruptly lets go and turns me around, which startles me, and then begins to
kiss me passionately. I return the kiss enthusiastically, my lips parting as
his tongue moves in to my mouth, sweeping against mine. I wrap my arms around
his neck and suddenly he’s caught me up in his arms and is carrying me to the
bedroom.
I’ve never had a man carry me
anywhere before, but if I thought my libido was in high gear before, it didn’t
compare at all to what I was feeling now. We made it into his bedroom, and
thankfully he set me down on the bed, because I don’t know if I could have
stood up at that point.
The room was dark so Chris turned
on the lamp on the bedside table, bathing the room in a warm glow. It was a big
room, with a four-poster king-sized bed (no surprise there, I doubt he would
have fit in a smaller bed), TV mounted on the wall over a dresser, two night
tables and two doors other than the one we had just walked through. I guess one
leads to the bathroom and the other to a closet. I picked all this up fleetingly, as my
attention was on the man currently walking back towards me, pinning me with his
gaze like a predator after prey.
He stopped and stood about
half-way between the bed and the door. “Stand up Jen. I want to look at you”
Chris said gruffly, his voice even deeper than usual. I silently obeyed him,
one hand on the post of the bed nearest me to help me keep my balance. “Take
off your dress,” he continued, “and then walk towards me, please”. That please
was an afterthought, him being polite. There was no mistake that his words were
a command, not a request.
I slowly gathered the dress’s
fabric in my hands, lifting the hem up and revealing my stocking-clad legs in
the process. I watched Chris as I did this, his eyes blazing with passion, the
bulge in his pants unmistakable. A small
smile played around my lips as I saw the pulse jump in his throat and the
clench of his jaw as the top of my stockings and then sheer lace panties and
garter belt came into view. Slowly I drew the dress higher, revealing more of
my body as I continued to watch him watch me. Unfortunately I couldn’t see him
as I lifted the dress up completely and took it off, but looking at him as I
sauntered towards him was a reward in itself.
“Beautiful” was the only thing he
said as I stopped in front of him, waiting for his next instruction. When had I
decided that I would do everything and anything he asked? I’m not sure, but as
I stood there I knew that it was exactly what I was going to do. Chris took one
arm and lifted it to spin me around slowly, a low growl the only sound in the
room.
I don’t know what I was
expecting, but Chris sinking to his knees in front of me was not it. His hands
clasped around my hips and pulled me towards him, his face pressed against my
lower stomach. I could feel him trembling slightly as he held me for a couple
of seconds before starting to trace the edge of the garter belt with small
kisses as his hands worked to release the stockings from its clasp.
Chris shifted a little so that he
could kiss down my leg as he removed one stocking, and then did the same with
the other leg. He then removed the garter belt and left me standing only in my
bra and panties, which by now were completely soaked through.
I’m pretty sure he could tell how
turned on I am as he inhaled deeply, his face so close to my pussy. He then
stood up and said “help me undress”. I sure didn’t need to be told that twice
and eagerly started pulling the shirt for the waistband of his jeans. I pushed
the shirt up over his stomach and chest before he finished pulling it off,
revealing a body that showed muscles gained from work and not the gym. I
couldn’t help myself and started running my hands over as much skin as I could,
leaning in and tracing the indentations between his muscles with my tongue.
Chris pushes his fingers into my
hair, holding on to my head and pushes me down to my knees. My hands
immediately go to his belt and I start to unbuckle it. I undo his jeans and
pull them down, leaving him only in black boxer briefs. My hands run back up
his legs and I hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. I start to
pull his briefs down, taking care not to get them caught on his cock. It emerges into view, long and thick, the
head soft and shiny over the hard shaft. My mouth immediately starts to water
in anticipation.
I lift my hand to wrap my thumb
and forefinger around the base of Chris’s cock, cupping his balls with the
other hand. My tongue flicks out and licks around the head of his cock. Chris
wraps his hand with my hair, and pushes me closer. I readily open my mouth as
he flexes his hips and pushes his cock into me, sliding past my lips and along
my tongue.
The heat and hardness of his cock
fills my mouth. I moan, loving the taste and texture, how it feels as he slides
in and out of my mouth, his hand on my head controlling my movements. Short fast strokes are mixed in
with slow, deep strokes that bring the head of his cock to bump against the
back of my throat. Chris lets go of my hair and I take him deep, swallowing
around the head and working my throat muscles around his cock. I hear him groan
deeply as I manage to swallow him enough so that I can press my nose against
his crotch. I stay there for a few seconds and then pull back slowly.
I do the same thing again, then
once more before Chris grabs my head with both hands. “Put your hands behind
your back and don’t move them” he says to me. I barely have time to obey when
he starts fucking my mouth, his hard cock pistoning in and out of my
mouth. My tongue is busy trying to rub
over his length as he slides in and out in a hard, fast rhythm, and though I
keep my lips pursed around him my saliva builds up and escapes my mouth,
flowing down his shaft to cover his balls.
Just when I think he’s going to
cum he pulls back. I look up at him, confused, wondering if I did something
wrong. The lust blazing in his eyes tells me that I didn’t, and it’s all the
warning I have before he lifts me up and starts kissing me even more
passionately than before. We continue to kiss deeply, our hands roaming over
each other’s bodies as he pushes me back towards the bed.
My knees hit the edge of the bed
and I fall backward. Chris immediately kneels down in front of me and pushes my
knees apart. I lift up on my elbows so I can look at him. He looks back,
straight into my eyes as he starts kissing his way from my knee to my thigh,
pausing over my pussy to inhale deeply and then kiss down the other leg. He
moves back to my groin, his mouth hovering over my clit. I can feel his breath
on me and it’s driving me insane that he’s so close but won’t touch me yet.
“Put your hands over your head
and keep them there” he instructs me. I fall back on the bed and stretch my
hands out up over my head and am rewarded by his tongue finally coming into
contact with my aching pussy. My breath rushes out of my body as he gives my
pussy a long, slow lick from bottom to top, flicking my clit with the tip of
his tongue as he finishes. My legs tremble around his shoulders as he settles
in to lick and suck me, driving me wild. I want to touch him so bad, it’s a
struggle to keep my hands above my head but somehow I manage it.
I moan loudly as his mouth
fastens on my clit and my hips grind upwards against his mouth. I feel him
pushing two fingers into me and my greedy pussy clamps down around them.
Between his fingers and his mouth he pushes me into an explosive orgasm that
rolls through my entire body. I scream his name as it hits, my pussy spasming
around his fingers and my clit throbbing against his tongue. My back arches up
as my body tenses and then I collapse on the bed, completely overwhelmed by the
force of it.
Chris stands up and leans over
me, kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on him and I love it. He pulls back
and tells me to move to the center of the bed, face down, ass in the air. I
position myself as instructed and I feel him moving behind me. Something soft
and silky traces over my ass and down one leg. I then feel him wrapping it
around my thigh, about three quarters of the way between my knee and my hip.
“Chris?” I ask breathlessly as he
finishes tying the rope around my leg.
“Shh, don’t worry” he says. “If
you don’t like it, just tell me to stop. I’ll let you go immediately.”
“Ok” I reply, giving in to the
moment. How could he have known that this was one of my fantasies that I’d
never been able to fulfill?
Chris reaches for one arm and
then the other, placing them behind me with my hands at the small of my back
wrapping the rope around my wrists and then tying the end around my other thigh.
By the time he’s done my pussy is dripping and the combination of anxiety,
arousal and excitement have my heart working double time.
I feel him move behind me when
all of a sudden a loud smack reverberates through the room. “Fuck!” I exclaim,
surprised at the impact of Chris’s hand on my ass. Smack! Again, this time on
the other cheek but instead of an exclamation all I can do is moan. Two more,
one on each side and then I feel his mouth, kissing and licking me, soothing
the fire on my ass produced by the spanks he gave me.
All this has me wound up to the
point of begging, my pussy dripping and clenching, needing to be filled. My
nipples are diamond hard peaks digging into the bed. “Please…” I can barely say
the word as my body is on fire and passion and desire have me in their grip.
Finally, finally I feel Chris moving behind me and placing one of his hands on
my hip. With his other hand he guided
the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing my clit and then pushing in
slowly.
His cock penetrates me, filling
me up almost beyond what I can bear. I’ve never been this stuffed before, and
as he pulls out a little my greedy pussy clamps down hard around him, wanting
more. Another thrust and he is able to push into me a little further, then back
and forth again and again until he’s balls deep inside me.
“Chris,” I moan, pushing back
against him, trying to create some friction, “please, please just fuck me
already.”
Chris chuckles behind me and
pulls out to the tip and then rams back into me. I cry out in pleasure as his
big cock invades me. “Like that?” he
asks as he does it again and again.
“Yes…” I groan, my orgasm
starting to build. “Faster, please.”
Chris picks up the pace, pounding
into me. I can’t hold back the moans as his cock powers into my wet and swollen
pussy over and over again. The hands tied behind my back clench and unclench in
time with his thrusts. Chris places his hand in mine and squeezes it, his thumb
rubbing tenderly over my hand as he continues to pound into me, his balls
hitting my clit with each stroke.
It doesn’t take very long before
my orgasm overwhelms me, my body tensing like a bow string. I scream out his
name as my pussy contracts around his cock and my juices flood it. Chris doesn’t
slow down even as my inner muscles do their best to grip him and keep him
buried inside me, causing even more friction and heat.
Even as the pleasure from my
first orgasm starts to fade Chris’s constant assault on my pussy fires me up
again, building up the pressure inside me once more. This time when I cum Chris
does at the same time, his semen jetting into my pussy in hot streams as his
cock throbs inside me. Both of us groan deeply at our mutual release. Chris
continues to stroke into me, slowly now, prolonging the moment for both of us.
Finally he stops moving and pulls
out of me. I lay there, breathing hard as he unties me. As soon as I’m free I
collapse on the bed, worn out, sweaty but completely sated. Chris lies down
next to me, his breathing still ragged. He places his hand on my cheek and
leans in to kiss me. The kiss is slow and tender, in contrast to the raging
passion and lust that had overtaken us just moments before.
As the kiss ends he flips onto
his back and I move in to lie on my side next to him, my head pillowed on his
shoulder. I look up at him, a small smile playing around my lips. My fingers
lightly trace over his chest and stomach all the while. He looks down and me,
also smiling, as his hand rubs up and down my arm.
Without saying a word we just
enjoy each other’s company and slowly doze off into sleep. Soon I’m lost to a
deep sleep. I dream of Chris, waiting for me on a bench. There’s nothing around
except a thick, white fog that makes it impossible to see anything else around
us. I join him on the bench, where he takes his hand in mine. He tells me an impossible story, how the two
of us are lovers who have been cursed to meet and be separated by death. The
dreams I’ve been having aren’t really dreams, but visions of our past
encounters. Our souls look for each other, wanting to be together but never
managing to survive past our first sexual encounter.
The dream slowly fades before I
can ask anything as something disturbs my sleep. A coughing fit wracks through
me, leaving me breathless. I wake up enough to see Chris passed out next to me
on the bed. My blood freezes in my veins even as I register the heat and smell
smoke. I get up and feel the door leading to the hall. It’s hot under my
fingers, meaning that the fire has had time to grow and it would be dangerous
to open the door.
I try to
wake Chris up as I use the bedside phone to call 911. I can’t get him to
respond, and I’m having trouble breathing. I crawl to the bathroom to soak a
towel in water so I can put it along the bottom of the door in an attempt to
buy us some time. The last thing I remember is trying to reach the window to
open it up and use it as a way to escape.
I wake up
slowly, not sure of where I am. All I can hear is beeping in the silence, a
monitor of some sort. I open my eyes and try to focus but I’m still
disoriented. A hand squeezes mine and a soft voice says hi. I look next to me
and I see Chris there, smiling at me.
“What
happened?” I ask, grateful that we’re both alive.
“Apparently
a short circuit started the fire” Chris replies. “You saved us when you made
the call to 911. They got there just in time and pulled us out.”
“Thank
God” is all I can say, still stunned that we had come so close to death. Chris
leans in and kisses me, slowly at first and then increasingly more passionate,
causing the heart monitor to speed up and my body to come alive. A nurse walks
in to check on me and we reluctantly part. After chuckling at us and warning
Chris not to do that again, she goes to call the doctor so he can look me over
and I get the ok to go home.
It’s been four years since that
day. Chris and I got married a year ago. I haven’t had any more of the dreams
that heralded his coming into my life. I don’t know if I believe in the dream I
had the night of the fire, but I’m very glad that we’re alive and together. As
I hope we will be for the rest of our lives.
Copyright JDY 2016
