Everyone has erotic dreams. Some of us are lucky enough to remember them. Sometimes I wake up from a dream and I have to struggle to remember the details. Who was it I was dreaming about? What were we doing? Where were we? This particular dream was not one of those.
I remember the dream from start to finish. Wow, what a finish. So often I wake up way too early, wishing I could fall back to sleep and pick up where I left off. This dream was so real, so hot, and so sensual, that when I woke up my panties were wet and sticking to my still throbbing body. I was laying on my side, my legs drawn up to my chest, my toes still curled.
This dream was about him. The one guy I had been trying not to think about.
You see, I'm married. And this dream was not about my husband. This dream was about a friend. A friend I have never touched. Our only contact has been online. For the last year, more like 14 months, we have shared morning coffee, and lunch breaks. Sometimes a late evening chat as well. It was a slow progression with us. I was pretty new to the whole cyber thing, and, well, he's quite a bit younger than me. I didn't want to be the first one to talk about sex. I wanted it to be his choice, and his pace. So, we talked for weeks sporadically, without much sex talk at all. We talked about lots of things, normal stuff like the weather, what we did over the weekend, our work, our friends, and our cars. We both enjoy classic rock. I think I will always think of him when I hear Journey sing Don't Stop Believin'. He is actually a musician himself, and I listened to some of his music online. I thought it was amazing, and I felt honored that he trusted me enough to share it with me. It was the only time I ever got to hear his voice.
When sex did come up, I was amazed at how hot it was. He made my skin tingle, and my heart race. It was easy to put myself in the moment as we described it to each other. When he was talking about his hands on my body, my body responded, heating up and throbbing. If I was alone at the time, I would use my hands to mimic what he was saying. At first I had no idea what he looked like. So I was imagining Jason Statham. I don't think I ever told him that. Anyway, it wasn't long before we decided to trade pictures.
He had always seemed a little shy to me, and the pictures he sent were a little surprising. They included his face, which I wasn't expecting, and they showed him in jeans and a t-shirt, playing his guitar. They were a glimpse into his life. As I was looking at them, and thinking of our conversations, I couldn't help but wonder how in the world I ever met this man in an adult chat site. He's really very good looking, just under 6 foot tall, dark hair, cut short, clean shaven, and fair skinned. I already knew he was smart and extremely sexy. Those thoughts were followed very closely by thoughts of, oops, when he sees the pictures I sent, he's going to be shocked, maybe even offended. I didn't send face pictures. I thought at the time, this might be the last I hear of him. But I did hear back from him, and since he had let me see what he looked like, I sent him a face pic as well. Then I really got nervous. I'm pretty curvy, I'm older, I'm just an average girl with large breasts, and hips. You either like that or you don't. Again, you just don't know what people will find attractive, and I really enjoyed our chats. I guess he wasn't turned off by anything he saw, or if he was he didn't say it.
He was always polite, and reassuring. A real gentleman. I imagine he would cringe if he heard me say that, but I won't tell anyone else.
Things really started to change when he had to go out of town for training one week. We had only been chatting off and on, but when he was at the hotel, we talked every night that week. I really enjoyed it, he was funny and just fun to talk to. I told him on that last night that I dreaded him going back home, because I knew I wouldn't hear much from him. He told me he would still be on, and we would chat later. I didn't really think he would be on much more than before, but he was. We began talking quite a bit. Most of our chats were full of sexual innuendo, but not all.
We made plans to meet online one Saturday, and turn on the web cams. I looked forward to seeing him, but to say I was nervous would be putting it lightly. I can't tell you what I was wearing or what I did that entire day. But I remember him in his boxers. I couldn't hear him, and I couldn't tell you what we talked about, but watching him slowly pull down those boxers...oh my gosh. He looked as good on cam as his pictures. Better even. It was a totally enjoyable experience. To be honest, I really couldn't wait to do it again.
It was quite a while before he asked to do it again. We had been steadily talking, just not going on cam. We did some pics for each other, which was totally hot. He was just the total package as far as I was concerned.
