She was lying on a bed, totally naked, face comfortably into a pillow. Her knees tucked comfortably into her chest so that her rear was slightly up in the air. Her skin was extremely sensitive and slippery, most of her body was covered in massage oil. He was real good at his job and he was damn good looking. Massaging and gently caressing her, spending what felt like hours just working out the stress and tensions, his hands felt as if they were constantly touching her everywhere, with the exception of one place. The lack of everyday stress long gone, she was beginning to feel a new form of tension. His hands were working magic everywhere, and the idea that his hands could perform equally as well in an area that generally gets neglected, was beginning to entice her. It did not help that his crotch was about at her body level, and she thought she could feel his bulge every time he reached across her. This was playing games in her mind and fueling her desire even more.
Every once in awhile, his hand would brush against her pubic hair, sending waves of anxiety throughout her body. When he rubbed her inner thigh, she dwelled on the idea of how close he was to touching her pussy. With all of this going on, it didn't take long before she wanted to feel even the slightest orgasm. Every time he came close to touching her where she needed it the most, she would unconsciously slightly raise her butt up for him to gain access to her. But each time his hands would move away, teasing and frustrating her more in the process. (Can't this guy take a hint?). Then, the anticipated moment was almost upon her, One of his hands went down her back, and over her nicely rounded butt cheeks while the other went under her belly toward her crotch. The anxiety was killing her as his hands slowly started working their way toward her…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
WHAT?? Oh
NO!
Anne rolled over and shut off the alarm. The memories of the dream still fresh in her head, as if it were real. She shut her eyes and tried to go back to the place where she wanted to be. She wanted desperately to finish what has been started, but reality was beginning to set in. Out of frustration, Anne realized how horny she was, grabbed her pillow, placed it between her legs, and started to hump it. While it wasn't anywhere near what she really needed, after awhile it did provide some form of relief.
Getting dressed, and going to work as usual, the dream was still in the back of her mind. It plagued her all day. Several times she started getting horny again and so she decided not to fight it anymore. She would plan on spending the rest of the day dwelling on a world rarely visited, and she would "take care of it" later when she got home. Anne tried to recall the details of the dream, but could not. And yet the effects of it were all too real.
Anne started to look around the office, and was playfully deciding in her mind who would be the most likely candidate that she might like to go to bed with, (if one existed). Who here could give her the attention she needed to feel? Who would be sensitive and gentile enough to fulfill her fantasies? As in most workplaces, there really wasn't anyone who intrigued her enough, or if they did, they were not available. She toyed with the idea of a spontaneous rendezvous with the UPS guy in the copy room, or in the ladies room, but neither one was a real possibility. Besides, she didn't need instant gratification, she wanted
dedicated attention
! Instant gratification was fun and had its place in life, but at best it's only temporary. Anne needed something a lot more powerful and lasting. She was beginning to get slightly discouraged about the possibility of sharing the evening with someone else. But, there was always hope that she would work something out.
Still slightly horny, and very much into the idea of meeting someone "special", Anne decided to go to the gym after work. After all, there are a lot of good-looking guys there. Perhaps she would meet someone and get "acquainted". She still toyed with the ideas that have been running through her mind all day, and secretly hoped that somehow at least one of them could come true. She put on her cutest outfit, and joined some of her friends in a class. Unfortunately, even though she could get turned on by the hardbodies working out, they all seemed to be very unsociable and full of themselves. Things just weren't going her way today.
After Anne got back home, she took a shower, the soap being rubbed all over her body reminded her of how slippery she was in her dream. Getting cozy, she poured herself some wine, set up some cheese and crackers, and started to watch a good movie. The movie turned out to be a real bummer, and she was very bored. About 01:00 AM, Anne decided to go for a swim. The apartment complex she was in didn't really allow anyone in the pool after 9:00 PM, but right now she didn't care much about rules. Being sexually excited most of the day, with no real relief, she was more than just frustrated by now. Besides, she had slipped into the pool many a night by herself just to get away from everyone else. It was almost guaranteed that nobody would ever know. She had even dared to skinny dip on occasion. Tonight would be no exception. If being at the gym made her feel self-consonance, skinny-dipping made her feel sexy and desirable. Anne put on a two piece bathing suit, grabbed her favorite beach towel, the wine, cheese and crackers, and headed for the pool.
The apartment complex had hired architects to design the pool to look like a tropical island. There were palm trees, beach sand, hammocks, various tropical plants and
lots
of bushes. It always seemed to be a place of refuge and tranquillity, especially when Anne was there alone in the middle of the night. When she got to the pool, knowing that the lock on the gate was only a deterrent and was easy enough to open, she sneaked inside and set her things down beside the edge of the pool. Testing the water with her foot for temperature, she was pleased to find that it wasn't too hot or too cold.
With the full moon shining down on the water through the palm trees, and a slight breeze, Anne felt more relaxed now than at any other time of the day. She slipped into the water, and reached out for her glass of wine. Being totally absorbed in the moment, she tried to forget the day.
Then she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. Suspecting to get into trouble for being there after hours, she started to get out of the pool. "Don't go" she heard from the shadows.
"Who's there?" she asked, not knowing if she should be afraid or defensive.
Swimming from out of the shadows came a striking figure of a man, or at least what she could tell from what little light there was. "Hi! My name is Ernie. I though I was the only one who came here this late at night." Still being somewhat apprehensive, but slightly intrigued, Anne answered back, "I'm Anne. I come here once in awhile. Usually when I want to be alone".
"Do you want to be alone now?"
