Hands roaming over her breasts again, they were strong, but so cold.
Caressing the soft body below in ways not known before, teasing relentlessly as they slid down the generous curve of a hip.
The breath in her ear was always hot and filled with an unnamable lust, that primal growl that came from this delightful intruder's throat each time he paid her a visit.
But why was it always at night?
She didn't have the time or mind to care as the hand found her warm treasure.
Using one finger to gently stroke up and down the bare lips of her pussy, gliding almost painfully before running the slender digit inside her warmth, feeling the slick heat of her arousal as it escalated.
Her hips came up to meet the soft strokes of her unknown lover, sweat pouring down her breasts in little streams as the moans came freely.
Taking his finger out of her pussy and bringing it to his mouth, he licked the juices from it slowly, savoring the taste of the young woman who was at his mercy.
She whimpered at the loss of contact, but was reassured as his husky voice met her ear.
"Soon little one, you will know what true pleasure is."
With those words she awoke from her feverish sleep, sweaty and wet with anticipation, but always feeling as though it were all just a dream.
For months now, this same man always came to her in her sleep, quietly taking her body and stripping it naked, not once had she complained.
Her dreams soon became more detailed,all his touches more intimate, his words more cryptic.
It made her blood simmer.
But she did not know how to make her dreams progress or cease.
Her daytime life had taken a nose dive.
At work she could do nothing but think of the moment when her eyes would close and she would hear and feel him again.
On the other hand she desperately wished to excell in her work, make something of her life.
Coming from a small hillbilly town where all the girls her age were already married for the second time and had five kids was what spurred her on to do greater things than just be another baby machine for a drunken idiot who would never appreciate her.
All of her friends had married straight out of school or had been knocked up after one date.
"Poor dopes..." she thought absently as she filed away another large stack of paper work.
Hours later, she peered up at the wall clock to find that she had worked late for once.
"Well I hope my lover isn't too angry with me for being late." she mused as she gathered her things and went to the elevator.
A short ride and a ding signaling that the elevator had hit the parking garage and she was walking to her car parked at the far end of the deck.
She walked briskly, the night air chilling her through her silk blouse, making her nipples stand out through the lace of her bra.
A shuffling noise behind her stopped her in her tracks.
She turned to see who or what was on the deck with her, but could find nothing.
Shrugging and blaming her over active imagination, she continued on her way.
