Living Out My Fantasy... in Sleep

A dream that I had after months of no sex due to a demanding work schedule...

I found myself in a Victoria's Secret-esque type of boutique. It was empty of people at first glance. Only the seductive and slow-moving ambient music filled the store. I wasn't actually surprised to be here and was immediately pulled to the nearest display of low-cut balconette bras with cute lace frills that bordered the cups. As I picked up one of the articles in a deep robin's egg blue, feeling the thick push-up padding within the cup, my brain started washing over with all the sexual frustration pent up in me, leading to a memory lane type of mindset. In all my sexual journeys, I seemed to gain the most lust-filled stares from my partners as I shed my top in a hot n' heavy moment, revealing my proud and well-shaped F-cup tits confined to a slightly tightened balconette bra. The taught skin of my breasts with a beautiful network of subtle veins just below the surface pressed forward while aggressively stretching at the fabric. The very tops of my dark areolae peeking out of the top of the bra, inviting my partners to imagine deeper as to what I had to offer.

As I was lost in my shopping and discontented feelings, I felt a gentle yet commanding presence coming up behind me. A light, feathery set of fingers touched and ran across my shoulder, disguised as a social cue for attention, yet I took it as a welcomed and seductive gesture. God, I needed to be touched so badly. I wanted this dream to be as lucid as possible. Please, let this be what I want...no...NEED it to be.

"That piece is WAY too perfect for a lovely and blessed woman like you," said a comforting, assertive voice, as the fingers of my mystery admirer ran down my arm.

I turned around, not startled at all, in a slow and sultry manner, grateful for the compliment and gentle grazes. I smiled in the cutest way I could as I saw what I subjectively observed as an absolute specimen of a woman. With walnut-colored hair and eyes and a well-shaped face, the lady who addressed me smiled in an equally warm way.

Fully aware that I was dreaming, therefore allowing myself to lack any sense of "normal" social etiquette, I allowed my gaze to wander up and down her body in appreciation of my subconsciousness fulfilling construct.

Her olive-toned body had smooth, yet toned musculature that led to a perfectly rounded butt, model-shaped thighs, and a flat tummy. The tight curves from her feet to her calves and up, to her hips looked right out of a lotion commercial. Her arms, shoulders and neck had the best feminine properties of being slim and sleek, yet they carried strength in them that came with an obvious workout regimen. Her D-cup breasts were being firmly held by the scarlet trimmed cups of her black lingerie teddy that she was sporting. Oh, my brain was ON one tonight.

Smiling with even more seduction, noticing my thirsting stares at her, she gestured towards the bra I was holding.

"If you wanna try that piece on, any of us can gladly assist you in any way needed." She then gestured behind her where I saw the newest additions that my mind had placed into this world.

Scattered sparsely throughout the store were four other employees. All of them modeled gorgeous negligees, accentuating the different assets that made each of them stand out. Each girl had varied qualities that made them pleasing to my eyes. And, for that, I was more than grateful. Every one of them was looking back at me with a similar intense passion, with differing smiles, yet eyes that all said, "I want you."

Not knowing if or when my dream would come to an abrupt end, I quickly responded to her, desperate for what satisfaction I could glean from this opportunity.

"Um. Yeah, actually I would love some help. Can I get a room?"

She physically replied by taking my hand, gently swirling her long mane of hair in the direction of the changing rooms deep behind the store. She led me past the other girls, who writhed and moved seductively against their backgrounds, staring at me as we passed them. I made sure to return their stares with longing eyes of my own, swaying my hips in a passive invitation to continue ravaging me with their gazes.

My original admirer took me, still by the hand, into a hallway of doors that led to individual changing rooms. She led me to the end of this hallway and opened a door into one of the rooms. And what a room it was.

Inside was a dimly, yet evenly lit dark rose-colored room. 4 times larger than any changing room I've ever seen. Easily the size of an upsized and comfortable walk-in closet. It must've been one of those changing rooms you see in those extremely high end boutiques. Sitting near the middle of the room was a black velvet upholstered, armless loveseat with a slightly lower than normal back. Creamy white plush carpeting covered the floor, looking as soft as a bunny's fur. And lining the walls were wide sections of mirrors that went from floor to ceiling.

The woman gestured for me to go in. My feet, which were bare for some who knows/who cares reason, were instantly elated and pleasured by the carpeting in the room. Feeling her hand letting go of mine, as I continued walking deeper into the dressing room, she gracefully let her fingertips tickle the inside of my palm as she detached from me. Nope, that wasn't all I was gonna get from this dream. I was far too wound up to be even remotely satisfied with a little innocent flirting.

"Actually," I said turning around and facing her, her smile now fading into a more somber one, looking almost empathetic to me, "would you be able to...um...help me directly? I want to see how well it can fit on me. And you seem to be someone who knows what to look for when it comes to the perfect fit."

She didn't hesitate in her movement. She immediately let herself into the room, closing the door behind her and turning back to me with a cute smirk on her lips, her eyes bright and excited.

"I do have quite a bit of experience at what I do," she said as stepped towards me with swaying hips and a slightly tilted head, "and I can use that to assist you in any way you need."

Placing one of her hands gently on my hip, she moved me in the direction of one of the massive mirrors. She stopped when I was a few feet away from it and took a place standing behind me.

"Let's see what we're working with here. First of all, go ahead and remove your top and bra for me."

I moved my hands to remove my top and grasped the bottom hem, when I decided I wanted to try something and see how far I could take it. I let go of the fabric and turned my head to the side, speaking over my shoulder.

"Would you be able to assist me in that? I feel pretty comfortable with you already, so I'd love any help you could give me." It was a long shot, and I didn't want to be domineering necessarily. I was just trying to steer things in a direction that I wanted.

"Oh yeah, totally. You're sweet to say that," she replied as she stepped up to my backside reaching under my arms and taking hold of the front of my top, drawing it up my body. The front of her fingers were brushing up the sides of my stomach and rib cage as she drew the fabric up. When she arrived at the bottom of my breasts, her fingertips pressed a bit into the bottom of the cups of my bra. Oh god, I prayed she was doing this on purpose.

"Oh...wow," she said in a slightly playful tone, her hands pressing further into my bra in an attempt to get the tight fabric over my boobs. "We've got some serious obstacles here. How do you do this every day? Mine are big, but not HUGE. I'm pretty jealous back here."

I laughed along with her, my arms raised and my chest slightly expanding with each little chuckle I gave, leading to an exaggeration of my already large breasts.

"I could tell you STORIES of how much trouble these things have gotten me into over the years."

"Yeah?" she said as she finally popped her hands and the fabric over my mounds, fully exposing the navy blue bra I had on, my breasts tight against the cups. "I would actually be curious to know what KIND of trouble you've gotten into. I may actually have a bit more in common with you on that subject."

Seemingly on purpose, the front side of her fingers lingered a bit as they brushed against the bare tops of my boobs. This...this was the first time I heard myself moan audibly, not loud, but quiet through a soft exhale. My eyes fluttered just a bit at the silky smooth touch of fingers on more intimately placed skin of mine.

"You know," I replied to her, "the kind of trouble that happens when tensions are high and pleasure is the only way out."

She finished pulling my top over my head and reached AROUND my arms to the front of me. I was wearing a front closing bra. As my arms were brought close to my body with her reaching arms, I leaned back a bit into her, feeling the satin cups of her teddy pressing against my back. She leaned forward, deepening her embrace of me, pressing more of her body into mine. I reached back with my own hands and brought them to rest on the tops of her thighs, allowing myself to caress her skin just a bit. I was trying hard to send her a message, hoping heavily that the situation would heat up a bit quicker. I was getting impatient, and I really didn't want to wake up prematurely and be left frustrated.

It was obvious however, that my message was received loud and clear, and was being requited via her gingerly shuffling her feet forward, pressing the front of her hips against my butt. Her fingers grasped the clasp of my bra and unclipped it, letting the cups hang loosely on my breasts. Her hands traveling up my arms and over my shoulders, her finger grazing my skin all the way up. She leaned in closer to my ear and spoke softly, "I think you want more trouble than you let on, and I can find it with you," she let her fingertips slowly slide the straps of my bra off my shoulder. My negligee fell to the floor, allowing my breasts to be out and in the open air. Perfectly rounded, with a young perkiness, yet a gravity obeying slope, I've always been told my boobs were the envy of many girlfriends and the subject of a lot of daily stares I got from men.

"Mmmm, now those are something to be proud of girly," she said in response, running her hands back down and under my arms, allowing them to land on my hips. "What do we do with you?"

I turned around, tired of the flirtatious charade, letting her hands stay on my hips. I brought my own hands up around her neck, fiddled with her ponytail, and tilted my own head as I gazed at her.

"I want pleasure," I said boldly, bringing my face closer to hers. "And I want to find it right here, right now." She met my gaze and moved her face to mine at a matched speed.

Just as our lips were about to meet, she swerved her face out of the way of mine and planted her mouth on my neck, making me gasp under my breath and brought her head deeper into my embrace. Her lips traced up and down my skin and her hands found themselves at the front of my pants as she began to blindly undress me. I moved my own hands from behind her head to an elevator up and down stroke of her backbone, feeling the enticing ravine that lined her spine.

"Oh let's get all this energy out huh?" she whispered in my ear in between kisses, a bit more out of breath. "Let's make sure we take good care of you."

"Yes," I replied in a loud whisper. "Please, yes. Please! Yes." I began to frantically help her undress me the rest of the way till I was completely naked.

Only then, when I was finally nude, with her still wearing her black lingerie, did I make time to pull her body close to mine and plant my lips onto hers in a tender, but driven lust. Her hands gently stroking and grabbing at my formed butt and my hands reaching behind her to begin the removal of her teddy.

She pulled her face and her upper body away from me, smiling playfully, as I slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the article start falling off her form. First, her taut breasts were revealed, then her toned tummy down to her curved out hips. I helped her out of her matching thong that revealed her shaven pussy.

We embraced once again, bringing our bodies together in a mashed heap of heating flesh, our lips meeting once more in a passionate session of gentle pecks and soft licks.

She began to move us slowly, yet still entwined in our activity, to the armless loveseat in the middle of the changing room. She began by pushing me down onto the seat. After I sat down, she proceeded to guide one of my legs up so that my foot rested on the seat itself, then pushed me the rest of the way down so I was lying on the seat fully on my back. Her next move was graceful as she moved in between my legs and set herself up above me while straddling my hips. She leaned down on me so that her boobs pressed firmly into mine, then her stomach and hips followed in contacting my skin, and then allowed her legs to intertwine with mine. I breathed a sigh of extreme pleasure as it felt like there was no friction between her skin and mine. I found myself basking in the absolute relief of having this intimate touch I so desperately wanted. I gently cupped the back of her head and brought her rear close to my mouth and with a sultry tone and a teasing lick of my tongue on her ear, I whispered,

"I need this...so badly. Please, don't stop. I need every satisfaction." I made sure to bite on her ear a bit to drive my point home. And with my other hand, I grabbed at her ass and pulled her hips deeper into mine, which made her thigh graze my most sensitive set of lips. This made me gasp and moan sharply into her ear as soon as I was done egging her on. In reaction, her thigh rubbed up against me with more force as she seemingly enjoyed my leap of pleasure. She pulled her ear away from me so she could face me and proceeded to suck my lower lip into her mouth, running her tongue side-to-side on it while pulling it aggressively. She let it pop out of her mouth and looked me in the eyes when she said the words that still make me shudder to this day,

"You're not going anywhere until we've taken care of you in EVERY way you want." She grabbed my arm and helped sit me up with her, our legs still pretzeled into each other and I scooted forward eagerly, bringing our pussies into contact. God, how I missed the feeling of scissoring with a woman who I was absolutely hot for. I hooked my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head closer so that our foreheads touched. And as I looked down at our hips, I began grinding my clit hard into her pubic bone.

"Ooohhhh Fuuuck!" I elicited with weighty breath. "Oh my god you feel so good."

Her moans were beginning to rile up as she bit her lip, pressing her forehead into mine even more intensely. She was running her hand up and down my ribcage all the way down to my hip.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, her and I rubbing our clits against one another, sometimes losing our breath in a gasp or exclaiming in pleasure whenever both of our swollen nubs would flick hard against themselves.

She then caught my chin with her hand and brought me into another long kiss with her, both of us feeling each other's bodies with wandering fingers.

"Are you up for even more fun? Cuz we can turn things up for you if you want things to get crazier," she said through our make out session, smiling and nuzzling me with her nose.

"I'm so fucking hot right now, I'm up for anything at this point. I just want to keep this high going." I didn't miss a beat while I found her pussy with my hands and started caressing her folds, which led to her giggling through a moan and returning the favor with her own fingers.

We enjoyed one another's fingers for a while, when I started feeling her hands on more of my body, rubbing my shoulders, caressing my lower back, cupping and lightly massaging my breasts. But I quickly put together that this wasn't her actions. There were other women now in the room, surrounding me. I broke off of my kiss with her and looked over my shoulders at whoever was now accompanying us in the room. To my pleasant surprise, it was the women from the boutique, in all their lingerie glory. In various negligee pieces, they all looked absolutely ravishing in my eyes, all of them different fantasy-fueled models that I was eternally grateful for. All of them were looking at me with that same lust-filled longing as when I passed by them in the store earlier.

No words were said, just some whispered giggles and playful moans as the other women descended on me as I sat there with my original lover. They were gentle with me, yet overwhelming in an exciting way, attempting to flood my senses with as many pleasurable touches as possible. One of the girls carefully pulled my chin to her and started pecking at my lips while stroking the back of my head and playing with my hair. One of the other girls knelt down in front of the couch, moving my legs from being entangled with the first woman to being spread out facing forward, and began caressing her hands up and down my upper thighs.

The other women all took positions around me at various heights and started touching me in all the ways I wanted. From groping and massaging the top of the butt, dancing their fingers up and down my stomach, fondling my boobs and lightly pinching my nipples, as well as kissing my upper back all over, my sexual energy was ramping up aggressively.

Suddenly I felt a jolt of electricity in my hips when the woman kneeling in front of me brought her lips to my upper legs and began running her mouth within my inner thighs, occasionally nipping at my skin and licking just inches from my labia. I moaned loudly, pulling myself off my current kissing partner's lips in multiple gasps. Another girl on my other side took a turn at planting her mouth on mine while I tried to catch my breath. I allowed myself to drown in the moment.

The hands and lips all over my body, sometimes a girl would rub her breasts on me, another would lick my ears and whisper her breath in my ear. All of it was charging me up and getting me even more revved up. I was throwing caution to the wind and wanting more and more. My kisses were being stolen by more of the girls as they took turns kissing me with different levels of intensity. Some were gentle and teasing while others were more eager and forceful. I finally felt a tongue on the lips of my pussy and I cried out in a breathy moan, which only led to the women surrounding me to enhance their efforts in bringing me pleasure.

My clit was being sucked on and licked as I began writhing hard on the couch, trying to press my hips further into the beautiful girl's mouth. I felt my hair being tugged from behind as a woman standing behind me vied for my attention. Leaning my head back, I offered my lips to her, which she took gladly. During this entire ordeal, I was so overwhelmed by the choices of bodies to indulge in that I was constantly unable to identify who I was touching, fondling, or caressing. I felt everything from satin smooth legs, voluptuously shaped butts, soft and sizable boobs with pert nipples, well-manicured hands and fingers, and wet pussy lips to curvaceous hips.

Things were coming to a head in my body. I felt a deep heat growing in my lower back and a tight feeling of anticipation and excitement in my chest, and my mind just kept racing into deeper and deeper feelings of desire. I was shivering and shaking from all the endorphins rushing throughout my body.

"PLEASE! Please don't stop," I whimpered through all the shared moans and mews in the room. "I want to come SOOO badly. I want to come hard!"

I went into my own head and begged my mind for what I wanted and needed so badly, no matter how absurd it may seem.

"Excuse me," a masculine, yet slightly boyish voice said from behind all of us. "I need help finding the parking lot."