Suddenly there were hands all over her. They were pulling off her clothes, pleasuring her in every way. Then a kiss full on her lips, but it was dark and she couldn't see who was doing it.
Crash! Lisa woke up.
She couldn't tell if she really heard a noise or not. The night was silent and cold, yet she felt flush and warm from her dream. She sat up to hear better, but the silence was only interrupted by the drip from her sink. She put her head back on the pillow.
"Wow what a dream!" she thought to herself still feeling the effects of the hormones rushing through her body.
Crash! Lisa sat up straight. It sounded like it came from outside. She slid out of bed feeling vulnerable in only her nightshirt and panties. She crept over to the window staying low to the ground, more for comfort than effect. She looked out the window. The neighbor's house was lit up. They had told her they were having a party tonight. She had even been invited, but had of course refused. Feeling kind of down, and old compared to the two 25 year old guys who had moved in next door, she just wasn't up for it. They were attractive but they all just seemed so young.
Crash! The noise revealed itself to be about four guys each trying his best to throw empty bottles into a trash container about 15 feet from their back porch. From the sounds of things they were missing quite badly.
Just then, she heard her dog Salty begin to bark from down stairs. Ughhh! She was going to get no sleep this way. She grabbed her robe and headed down stairs to reassure Salty.
Salty was in the living room sitting on the couch, where he had probably been sleeping. At this point he was in full protective bark. Seeing her he stopped barking and his mouth opened and tail began to wag. Giving him a quick pet, she headed into the kitchen to get some water for both of them. She flipped on the light, grabbed his dish and filled it and a glass for her at the sink.
As Salty began lapping up some water, she went back into the living room, keeping the lights off, and sat on the couch drinking her water.
"Why hadn't she gone over there?" she thought to herself. It wasn't like she was a prude or anything. She was proud of her fit body, though sometimes she wished she stood a little taller than 5'2". Guys had always commented on how her tanned skin, dark hair and dark eyes made her look exotic. Though, since the divorce, she really hadn't tried to hard to get men's attention. She was still a little mistrusting and bitter. She drained the last of her water and sat there thinking about the dream she had just had. She began running her hands across her silken legs, thinking of a man's rough touch.