I wake up groggy, like coming out of a fog. For a minute, I'm not sure who or where I am, as the dream is so vivid in my memory. I feel the ache in my heart as well as the ache in my body, both yearning for something not there. Damn alarm clock, it always interrupts my dream when it gets to the best part. I lay in bed reliving the dream, savoring it just a little longer. This time I'm in a field of white flowers under the shade of a single tree. I'm dressed in a long diaphanous lilac gown with long flowing sleeves and lace ties that resembles the attire worn to a Renaissance fair. My hair is much longer though, reaching down past my butt, but still the same shade of chestnut brown with red highlights that are only visible in the sun.
In my dream I'm sitting under the tree as if I'm waiting for someone. I feel the anticipation, excitement and fear mingling, wanting what's supposed to be forbidden to me. Suddenly, he's standing there, looking down on me with those luminous dark blue eyes framed by dark red lashes that are long enough to make women jealous. His eyes seem to look into my very soul. He kneels down next to me and I rise to my knees so we can embrace, kissing each other passionately, our tongues twinning and hands roaming over each other.
His kisses trail across my jaw and down my neck to the spot where it meets my shoulder. He know how sensitive I am there and uses it to his advantage, nipping, sucking and licking over and over while a low moan escapes my throat. While he grips my hair in one hand his other one is busy at the ties that hold the top of my dress together. Once he finally gets them open he lowers the neckline so that my breasts spill out. He catches one in his waiting hand and kisses lower, over the swell of my breast with hot, open mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue.
Letting go of my hair, he cups both breasts in his hand as buries his face in my cleavage, turning his head from side to side so he can kiss both of them while his thumbs graze over my nipples. My nipples harden instantly, becoming diamond hard peaks that are eagerly waiting his hot mouth. Finally he kisses his way to one nipple and licks over it with the flat of his tongue, causing me to cry out and hold his head to my breast firmly, silently begging him to suck me.
His mouth closes over my nipple and he starts sucking strongly, scraping his teeth over it to give the pleasure that small sting of pain. He then moves over to my other breast and does the same. I can't hold back my cries of pleasure as his mouth works its magic on my breasts. Keeping one hand in his hair I use the other to loosen the ties at his waist and slip my hand in to stroke his hard cock. I can feel the heat burning into my palm and the ridges caused by the veins running just under the skin.
Without letting go of my breast he uses one hand to lower his pants while I rub my hand over his cock. I rub my thumb over the head, spreading the pre cum welling up over the smooth skin. Switching to my other breast he lifts my skirt up out of the way and puts his hand over my pussy. His fingers slide easily along my slit, the moisture gathering there becoming the perfect lubrication he needs.
His mouth leaves my breasts and seeks out mine as he slips two fingers inside me. I moan low in my throat again and squeeze my inner muscles around his fingers, all the while I'm stroking his cock with a steady rhythm, my fist holding him tight even though my fingers don't make it all the way around his girth. Still kissing, tongues exploring our mouths, his tongue stroking in and out of my mouth in imitation of what his cock will do to me in just moments, he lowers me to the ground and moves between my legs. I can feel the broad head of his cock slide up and down my slit, being coated by my juices. He positions himself to push into my warm, wet pussy and... my damn alarm clock goes off, bringing me crashing back to reality.
That really pisses me off and leaves me sexually frustrated. Why can't I ever finish my dream? It's been six months of continual sexual frustration each time I wake up. By now I'm more resigned than anything, I guess. I don't understand why I keep having these dreams, or why I wake up before they end, but I keep having them every night.
I lay on my bed reliving my dream, horny and unsatisfied but without time to do anything about it. I sigh heavily, resigned to having to wait for later because for now I have to get up and face the responsibilities of basically being the single provider for my 11 year old daughter. It's not how I envisioned my life 10 years ago, but we all have to deal with the consequences of our decisions. I wouldn't change having my daughter though. She's the light of my life, even if she's starting to come into the transition between sweet little girl and smart-alec adolescent.
I go through the daily routine of breakfast and rushing to get to school and work on time. Thankfully though I'm a single mom I can't say that I'm struggling to get by. I'm a veterinarian with a small but successful practice, and though I don't earn tons of money there's enough for a good house and a nice car and vacations once or twice a year.
After dropping my daughter off at school I head over to the small building where I have my clinic. There are three vets, including myself, and another 4 staff members working at the clinic. I don't have any early morning appointments but I have a couple of patients I need to check up on. After making sure that they're alright and taking care of a few more things I sit down with my best friend over a cup of coffee.
"You look like hell Jen" Paul says to me, looking at the dark circles under my eyes.
"Oh shut up Paul" I reply. We've been friends since vet school, though about eight or nine months ago we became friends with bennies. So far it's been a good arrangement. "I'm still having that stupid dream," I tell him
"Well you know I'm more than happy to help you out if you're left hanging," he says, wiggling his eyebrows lewdly at me.
"You goof," I say, hiding my smile behind my coffee cup. I wink at him and say "I'll have to take you up on that offer, you know."
"Any time babe," he says as he picks up his cup and rinses it out in the sink. "Let's see about tonight, but right now I've got an appointment to attend to."
"OK, go. I'll catch you later." I reply, still finishing my coffee. My mind keeps going back to my dreams as I'm left alone with my thoughts. I keep wondering why I always see the same guy though in many different times and places. I don't have any answers, and truthfully I have no idea where I could find any. "It's the stress Jen" I say to myself under my breath, but I don't really believe it. Sure, my life isn't perfect but honestly I'm content with what I have. "Oh well, it's time to think about real stuff."
I finish my lukewarm coffee in one gulp and rinse out my cup in the sink as well. I check my watch and see that it's a few minutes before my first scheduled appointment. Hopefully Mrs. Tilden will be on time with her German shepherd, Molly. Molly is a really sweet dog, and has never given me much trouble, even when it comes to shots. Not like the holy terror that is Mr. Martinez's cocker spaniel, Lizzie who's appointment is for later that day.
