Ch. 1 - the Man of Her Dreams

By Emmeline Q. Bailey

The cool, crisp night air was welcome relief against her hot, flushed face as she pushed through the door to head outside. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she glanced around and then paused as she saw it: his parked car.

Before she had a chance to change her mind, she stepped off the curb and crossed the street aiming for the passenger door of his car. Her quick steps had her standing at the parked car seconds later. She drew in a deep breath and rapped on the window twice before pulling the door open and slipping into the passenger seat.

The door had barely shut behind her when his hands were on her face pulling her lips towards his. This kiss was more demanding than the soft, tentative kiss he'd laid on her when silence had fallen between them at the bar earlier.

That first kiss earlier had been years in the making, a question asking her to confirm she felt the same way he felt. The reason her face had been hot and flushed as she stepped outside.

She parted her lips and felt a tingle in her stomach when his tongue caressed hers as his right hand moved to gently clutch her hair. She pulled back and looked at his face for a moment. He dropped his left hand but his right hand was still twined in her hair as he asked, "What?"

"I just...it's...this is...-," she stammered. He just ran his thumb along her lower lip and then held her chin as he said, "I know exactly what you mean" and kissed her deeply again. As their tongues entwined once again, she placed her right hand on the back of his head and let it slide down to his neck.

This time, as she pulled away from him, he noted a bit of mischief dancing in her eyes.

As she reached to unbutton his pants, she heard him softly mutter "oh" as he leaned back to give her more room to free him. She firmly placed her hand on his fly and ran her hand down his length, pleased to feel him twitch beneath her touch.

She fully unzipped his pants and began by briefly teasing his head with her tongue as she wrapped her hand around his dick to pull him free. She smiled to herself as she heard his sharp intake of breath as she began to feast on him. His hands were trembling as he reached for the back of her head.

It wasn't long before he had her by fistfuls of her hair and she knew she was doing all the right things. His grip on her head got stronger as he started to say her name. She continued milking him as his dick began to throb in her mouth and warmth coated her throat.

When she finally released him from her mouth and looked up at him, he lazily ran a thumb along her lower lip.

"Want to finish this at my place?" she asked.

Her eyes fluttered open at the early morning sun beginning to peek into her bedroom. She threw her arm to the other side of the bed to find nothing but pillows and she turned to see the bed empty.

She groaned, "It was a just dream."

There was no way that she could even think about getting ready for work with thoughts of this dream in her head. She ran her hand down her naked body, gently circling her nipple getting it hard, tracing slowly down her stomach down over her bald mound.

With her two fingers spreading apart, she ran them along either side of her pussy and spread her legs. As she ran her fingers down, they got slick from how wet she was. She pulled her fingers back up, ran them back down and slowly dipped them inside herself. She pulled her fingers back out and brought them to mouth and licked them clean.

She rolled over and pulled the drawer of her nightstand open reaching for her vibrator. She turned it on as she pulled it out of the drawer. She traced the buzzing vibrator down across her body following the same path her hand had travelled moments before. She teased her pussy with the tip of the vibrator and shuddered as she easily pushed it inside of her.

She moaned as she pleasured herself, picturing the vivid dream and how badly she had wanted him in her mouth. She choked out "fuck" as she violently came against her vibrator and hand. She lay there breathing heavily for a few moments before finally pulling her vibrator out and grumbled as she headed to the bathroom.

As she started the shower, she caught a glimpse of her flushed face in the mirror. If only it weren't a dream and she'd awoken to morning sex with him. She shook the thought from her head and checked the time. As she stepped into the shower, she was disappointed she didn't have time to pleasure herself one more time with the shower head before work.

She greeted everyone on her way into the office building on her way to the elevator. She straightened her outfit as she rode up to her floor then impatiently looked at her watch as the elevator doors opened and there he was.

The man of her dreams or at least, the man from her dream the night before.