1. Dream on


    Date: 10/26/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: Unluckyforsome, Source: LushStories

    David, David, David – what are you doing to me? A voice as deep and smooth as chocolate, sexy and purring; it’s the voice that does it every time. I’ve told you this before, but now you’re invading my dreams. How did I get to this point, and will I ever recover? Well, I guess I had better tell you about the dream then, but you’ll have to forgive me if every now and then I pause – I think I might need relief! Well, you know how it is with dreams; you start at a point without really knowing the how or the why. In this case, you were at a conference at a large hotel come conference complex in the Midlands, how did I know you were there? Who knows, why did I decide that I was there? This is an even a bigger mystery, but such is the logic of dreams. Anyway, I booked myself in, duly primped and tidied myself, and then the next thing I knew, I was walking cross the bar/lounge area. I was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress and three-inch heels, white hair longer than normal and my figure definitely in better shape than usual. You were leaning against the bar; beer glass in hand, and laughing with four or so other guys. The voice and laugh was the magnet. I knew what you looked like but the fact that you were so tall, well in my dream, was a shock. So gathering my courage, I tapped you on the shoulder. “Hello, David. I’m...” I didn’t get any further. “I know who you are.” A grin developed across your face and, turning to your friends, you said, “Excuse us.” As your hand slipped ...
    under my elbow and steered me to the end of the bar. Then looking down at me you said one word: “Yes?” My mouth was dry and my throat closed, so I just nodded as you steered me on to a table at the side of the room. As we sat I was aware of your eyes following all the contours of my body. “Why are you here? On-line you said never – and yet, here you are.” Your voice was soft and purring, as if you were trying to sooth a child. That’s what I felt like, a child, caught in the spell. I tried to look away, but this was a dream, and I am brave in my dreams. So wiping the palms of my hands down the skirt of my dress, I looked at you and shrugging my shoulders I said. “I thought it was time that I broke out of my shell, and reached out and took what I really wanted.” I heard your sharp intake of breathe, just as the waiter arrived at our table. Standing there between us like an uninvited umpire. “Nothing for me, thanks.” Then, turning to me, you just nodded and said. “The lady will have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.” The waiter nodded and moved away, until I called to him, “Room 220. Please make sure it is billed to room 220.” He nodded and moved off to the bar. “Why did you do that? I can buy you a drink.” The look on your face somewhere between shock and mirth. “Because I can! All part of the new brave, independent me.” Then, as an afterthought, I added, “Best we keep this bit as 'un-date' like as possible.” Your eyes followed mine over to the bar were four pairs of interested eyes ...
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