Randy woke up suddenly feeling,... well,.. randy - if you know what I mean. Only the people who worked with him, these days, knew him as Randall. This dream is just a leftover from another time he had dream-visited and awakened from. It was the growing tingle of increased blood flow into a certain area of his body located the front of his casual gym shorts that had awakened him. He wanted to touch himself and reposition his member for comfort... maybe give it a quick jerk massage but quickly realized he had fallen asleep in his hammock under the shade trees of his backyard. It wasn't exactly a private locale.
He had just finished cutting the grass in the backyard and the hammock looked just too inviting. It was his Sunday afternoon, and he was feeling lazy, so who cared? Maybe it was that beer his wife gave him as a little reward for getting the yard mowed that relaxed him even more. Most people in the neighborhood cut their grass on Saturdays or had a lawn service do it for them sometime in mid-week. Ordinarily, Randall did too, but it "looked" like rain yesterday and that was good enough reason to postpone that chore for another day. Saturdays, being rush-rush, personal days were already busy enough as they were. Besides, grass cutting was a mindless, Zen-type of chore and not much of a big deal with his new self-propelled lawnmower. One just guides the machine in a straight line and try not to step in the dog shit left by the neighbor's dogs.
His lawnmower also parked in the shade, he had just laid down in the hammock to relax and let the small amount of perspiration he'd worked-up dry in the breeze. It was all his body needed to slip into the Half-Sleep World. We all know that world where we drift-off into a peaceful nap only to be re-awakened at the slightest sound or fly on your nose, but we don't fully awaken and yet we're never fully in deep sleep, either. Sometimes, we can drift right back to the dream-scene our mind was creating. Sometimes, we have the sub-conscious ability to direct our dream-scenes, but that doesn't happen often. For Randall it did today.
Right before he drifted off in a soft breezy, comfortable nap time in the shade he had a fleeting thought of a girl from his past. He wondered how her life had turned-out and could clearly see her face. *Fade to black*
In his half-sleep world, they were together again in their more youthful days of his sophomore year at college and in love again, only it was better this time. Since this was his dream, she wasn't exactly real, but as Randall was dreaming her to be. She was an attractive blonde from his Psych 201 class about 5' 5" who didn't speak in his dream but went along with whatever Randall dreamed for her to do. Today, seemed to be fashion show day - whatever that means.
Randall was laying on this huge bed in a room that looked like a high-roller's room in a fancy Las Vegas Casino and was watching her parade back and forth from mirror to mirror in front of him as she tried on outfit after outfit. He loved the scenes more when she was completely naked in between the wardrobe changes - especially as she changed her hosiery options. She had a great looking ass from any angle and long, tapered legs ending in very pretty, well cared-for feet. The arch of her foot and her French-tipped painted toes just turned him on just to see and appreciate them. It was kind of one of his things.
It was his only 'kink' that he was aware he had, but it wasn't a big one. He liked to rest from swimming on the sun deck at the public pool and watch the girls as they paraded by. Laying on his stomach to suntan his back, he was eye level with the girls' bare feet as they paraded by the deck. He began to get those involuntary hard-ons at odd times for apparently no reason. Eventually, he mentally associated those hard-ons with pretty girls, well-shaped breasts and bottoms, but especially pretty feet and toes. When it happened in the Student Union when girls kicked off their shoes and rested them on coffee tables, he had to sit back on the sofa and hide himself with his notebook as if her were making notes from his reading.
