Baltimore, MD
February 14
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Becky rolled over and looked at her phone. Too early, much too early. The moaning coming through the wall from her roommate's bedroom told her all she needed to know as to why she was awake at such an hour.
"Happy Valentine's Day to me," thought Becky with a sigh. Sarah, her roommate, maintained a sex life that was the envy of Becky. Her roommate didn't have just one boyfriend, she had a stable of young men who answered when she called and kept her from having to sleep alone most nights. Sarah was a good roommate, but she was a great lover and took delight in ruling over her brood like a sex goddess. To her credit, Sarah spent most nights at her beau's apartments, condos, and homes; it was a rare evening when Becky was awoken early in the morning to the sounds of love-making. Judging from the performance, her current lover was making the most of his designated hours of Valentine's Day.
Becky lay in bed and tried not to picture what was happening on the other side of the thin wall. It had been three, no, four long months since she had last brought a man home. It had ended badly as had most of her experiences before. A few times while she was in college, Becky had enjoyed good sex. Multiple orgasms. Experiences that would make Sarah the one green with envy. Since college (more accurately since Paul had dumped her) Becky had focused on her professional life. Though she was starting to question whether this was just an excuse not to try.
As Sarah had pointed out, there was nothing wrong with Becky herself. Late twenties, medium length blond hair tucked behind her ears, petite but with largish breasts on a thin runner's frame; Becky did not have to try hard to attract men. It just seemed that the men she attracts were not the type of men Becky was interested in. She'd "dated" all types, but her heart just was not in it. With Paul there had been an instant mutual attraction. She was more bored at the end of her dates now than she had been at the beginning of them. Fortunately she was perfectly happy to take care of her urges herself.
When she could simply not face masturbating any longer, Becky would go along with Sarah and her flavor-of-the-month to a bar and pick up a local. It always ended in bad sex. Sometimes she would have an orgasm, but mostly just the rando she brought home would take any pleasure from the evening. They really served as reminders as why she enjoyed the solitary life. A night of utter disappointment a few times a year was sufficient to push her thoughts back to work.
The bedsprings had quieted next door, but Sarah was moaning and giving encouragement to what could only be someone going down on her. Becky could not help but hear and be affected. The room was cold, but she could no longer stay under her blanket. Kicking off her duvet and thin pajamas, Becky ran her hands over her hard nipples and down toward her sopping cunt. This would not be the first time she had masturbated to one of Sarah's performances. Becky, with eyes tight shut, ran her finger down to the opening of her vagina and spread some moisture up onto her clit. Starting in slow circles, the young woman returned to her favorite fantasy - the delicious man at work who didn't know she existed.
Standing close enough to him to smell his enchanting cologne, Becky pulled her mystery man into the copy room at the office and locked the door behind them. The copy room was filled with a golden light that seemed to illuminate the space and make it seem more intimate and less professional. In the blink of an eye, he was on her. Kissing his way down her neck while he lifted her up onto the counter, he spread her legs with his strong arms and pulled her against him. Their hungry mouths met and they traded kisses while Becky ran her hands through his hair.
Becky felt the warmth spread from her cunt down her legs and up her torso to her nipples. This fantasy never failed to arouse her. It was quickly becoming her standard go-to when she found herself alone and horny.
Back in the copy room, Becky was shedding clothing and trying to reach down and undo her lover's pants without breaking the kiss. The mystery man pulled Becky's ample tits out of her blouse and bra to lick at her nipples and sucked them just the way she likes. Looking around his head, Becky can see his hard eight inch cock throbbing in time to his heartbeat as he mauled her breasts. Without a word, he pulled her back into a kiss, pulled her panties to one side and entered her in one long, slow stroke. When he bottomed out in her sopping wet cunt, Becky knew it would not be long before her orgasm over powered her. Instead of thrusting in and out of her, the mystery man ground his hips against Becky, stimulating her clit and driving her crazy.
Becky increased the rhythm on her clit, she was so close. Biting her lower lip, she turned her thoughts again to fantasy.
Pulling Becky off the counter and pushing her up against the door, her lover started pushing into her as hard as he could. Now she could feel her man's heartbeat throbbing in her cunt as she moaned into his mouth and wordlessly urged him on and on. With a final thrust, the mystery man held her still while he ground his cock into her and came in spasms. Now it was Becky's turn, feeling his release sent her off. Wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out, Becky ground her orgasm out against his waist. Moaning into his mouth, she saw stars and felt her muscles spasm all around him.
Becky writhed on the bed, furiously fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit. The orgasm crashed out of her cunt and washed over her whole body. Becky's teeth clenched, her arms tightened, and her legs thrashed in the throws of pleasure. She definitely did not realize that she was making noise.
Sarah pounded on the wall. "Keep it down in there! We're trying to focus!"
Red faced with embarrassment, Becky pulled up her duvet and rolled away from the shared wall. She'd have to wake up early to get out of the apartment before the two lovers were up and about. Becky couldn't face two shit-eating grins over breakfast and coffee.
That night, Becky dreamed that she was sitting on a beach staring into the surf crashing out of a green ocean under a pale blue sky. Stars were just visible over the horizon. As the water lapped at her, sea foam swirled around Becky, tickling the sensitive skin of her feet and legs. Soon she could not see below her knees because of the thick foam. Instead of concern, Becky felt comforted. The foam was warm and glowed with a luminous opalescence, the silken bubbles popped pleasantly on her naked skin. Becky could feel the warm water sucking the sand out from under her feet, but she felt weightless and unconcerned with the shifting ground beneath her.
The sea breeze on her face picked up in intensity and blew away the pile of foam that had accumulated about her. Where once a mountain of foam had pillowed an open oyster shell sat in the water, but instead of oyster meat the shell contained a silken pillow upon which lay a large, white pearl. The light seemed to reflect purple and pink from the pearl, and the young woman was filled with an urge to touch it.
In her dream, Becky reached down to stroke the precious thing. Her body warmed the more she touched it. The sensation spread out from her hand, up her arm, and into all of the corners and crannies of her body. In its reflection, she could see that she was naked, her body distorted by the reflective curve. The pearl, as if itself a bubble of foam, popped under her finger once her whole body tingled and the shell closed about the pillow and disappeared into the sand at her feet.
Becky's dream self turned to see the moon setting behind the large dunes far behind her, out of which sprang several half-toppled columns. Sitting on top of one of the crumbling shafts sat a small child, still thick with baby-fat. Becky studied him, taking in his fat cheeks, dove wings, and adult-sized erection with delight until he flapped into the air and slowly disappeared into the dark blue morning sky. As Becky watched his form recede, she noticed that the stars were now barely visible and were winking out as the sky shifted to a darker shade of blue.
Becky woke refreshed. Showering and dressing in record time, she made her exit so as not to awaken the lovers in the other room.
Billy awoke with a start from his vivid dream. It had been ages since he had a dream that realistic, his erection painfully reminding him of just how realistic it had been. Dropping back onto his pillow, Billy tried to claw back some of the dream events before they were lost for good - the way most good dreams were lost only a few minutes after waking up.
There had been a thin man walking him down a dark corridor lined with doors. Behind each door was a different beautiful woman, naked in an empty room. Each time the thin man opened a door, Billy would shake his head and reject the female presented to him. Each time he would become more erect and more turned on. At last the thin man opened the last door at the head of the hallway. Instead of a single naked woman, the final room held two women: one tall and thin with long blond hair cascading over her naked breasts holding the hand of a second woman familiar to Billy. It was the woman from the office he had been watching from a distance. This woman was also naked, but only her face was in focus. Turned toward the blond stranger, she seemed deep in conversation and did not notice Billy and his throbbing erection.
In the logic and chain of events only found in dreams, Billy recognized that the room was not empty and was in fact the copy room at the office filled with an amazing golden light instead of its usual bleak incandescence. As soon he realized this, Billy was kissing and groping the woman as he had always wanted to in real life. Things escalated and took their natural course. Then, once he'd cum, he awoke in his bed.
Thinking back on it, Billy was amazed at how lucid it had seemed. He had never had a dream like that before, or at least he had not had one since Pam had dumped him. Sure, he'd had wet dreams before; but he had never had one that seemed so...real. His heart was still pounding as he rose from his bed and started getting ready for the day. As much as he would like to roll back over and try to rejoin the dream where he had left off, Billy had a long day ahead and now he would need to shower before he could get dressed. With a shake of his head, the vivid dream passed into memory and Billy prepared for the day.
Valentine's Day has a way of bringing out the laziness in people. Becky was forced to watch all day as the productivity of her team dwindled to the point of nothingness. The day has started out well enough, but now romance and dinners were forcing the business at hand out of her team member's minds. "They aren't bad employees," Becky kept telling herself, "they're just distracted." Finally she sent them all home early, mostly so she could work in peace. The rest of the work would all be waiting for them after the holiday.
Becky worked for a large financial corporation with an office downtown. The view from the windows, high above the streets below, looked out on the harbor from one side of the office and over the city from the other. Growing up in the suburbs, Becky had always aspired to working in one of the glass and marble buildings she saw on field trips and family outings. She never missed an opportunity to study the streets and waterways below when she had a free moment. The side of the office which housed her team had city views, but there were many divisions within the company and the most profitable were on the opposite side with the harbor views. In the late afternoons, golden sunlight streamed through the windows on the opposite side of the office, illuminating the harbor, ships, and office in a most singular way. When this happened, the managers from the other side would lower the blinds. Becky always took this personally, she liked the light. The way it lit her cube and filled the office with a warm, honeyed glow was one reason she had stayed with the company as long as she had. For a few moments each day, the floor was flooded with magic. Liquid gold light that made her tedious job worthwhile.
Now, sitting alone, Becky noticed that most of the floor had emptied. It was not quite quitting time, so she must not have been the only person to send their team off early. From her cube, Becky could see the glass-encased lobby and elevator banks. Far off in the opposite corner, Becky could see that one team at least was toiling away, moving in and out of the conference room reserved for only the wealthiest of clients.
"Someone won't be going home early", mused Becky. If it was Mr. Williams' team, they would be obliged to stay until whenever the important meeting ended.
