My second erotic dream about him: We were uncomfortable around each other the next day at work. It was impossible to stay away from each other though. We seemed to find different reasons all day long to go to each other’s work areas. Looks passed between us and, of course, the inevitable sexual tension was there – even stronger than before. Every time I looked at him I could feel his bare skin against mine and I wanted him more and more. It was excruciating. Around 3 o’clock, I heard him say that he had an appointment of some type and was leaving for the day. I looked up at him and wanted so much to go to him, to touch him, to kiss him. I didn’t want him to leave. ‘Jesus,’ I thought to myself. ‘He’s just going home for the day. What the hell is wrong with me?!’ I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me. He grabbed my hand, placed something in it, closed my fingers around it, then turned around and left. I watched him leave, then opened my hand to see a key attached to a chain with a hotel name and address on it. I smiled and felt a sudden sense of relief.
The next 2½ hours went by excruciatingly slowly. Finally 5:00 rolled around and I dashed out the door and drove to the address on the key chain.
When I got there, I put the key in the lock and turned it quickly. I pushed the door open. It was dark in the room except for a few candles on a table by the window. I squinted, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, and called out his name.
“Are you in here?” I called.
The door closed loudly behind me and I jumped. “I’m here.” Came his voice behind me.
I laughed nervously and said, “You scared me.”
“That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” He whispered in my ear.
He took my coat and keys from me and laid them on the dresser. My eyes finally started to adjust and I could see that he was wearing just a bathrobe. He pushed me gently back against the door and kissed me long and hard. My knees felt weak and I wanted him inside me right then.
He looked into my eyes and said, “Last night I fucked you. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you.” He stared at me for a moment as if he was waiting for a response.
All I could manage was a breathless, “Yes.”
He undressed me slowly, deliberately taking his time. With every second, I was growing more desperate for our bodies to become one. When he had removed all my clothing, he dropped his robe. He kissed me again and the feel of his skin touching mine was so exhilarating, I thought I would cum before he ever entered me. I had no idea how right I was! He kissed and licked my ear lobes, my neck, my nipples. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Like the main room, it was dark except for a few candles. The tub was full and I could see steam rising from it.
“Get in.” he said, smiling. He helped me in and joined me. He took a steaming washcloth and washed my entire body. When he got to my pussy, he put the washcloth aside and rubbed it gently with his hand. The first of many orgasms hit me like a ton of bricks. I cried out his name and grabbed his hand, grinding against it until my orgasm subsided. I leaned against the back of the tub and sighed deeply. He just watched me as I tried to catch my breath. He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and we got out of the tub and dried each other off silently.
He led me to the bed and we lay down together. I was on my back and he was on his side looking down at me. He kissed me softly. “Touch yourself.” He whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“I want to watch you make yourself cum.” He replied. “Touch yourself.”
I was too turned on to refuse him anything. He traced circles around my nipples with his fingertips and watched as I rubbed my pussy and rolled my hips slowly. It felt so good, but I wanted him inside me so badly. I looked into his eyes and whispered his name, my fingers never stopping their desperate work.
