"OK," Darla said. "I have some filing to do. I'll lock up when I go to lunch."
"Great," he said. "See you about one." He turned and walked towards the back door.
Darla busied herself filing and doing paperwork. She tried not to think about Tony and the dreams she had the previous two nights. She also thought on how her dress made him uncomfortable, and the unmistakable look of desire in his eyes. When she was done, she checked her watch again and decided to go to lunch. She looked outside and saw that the sun was peeking out. She chose one of the local bar and grills, one that served a good salad. As she walked down the street, she was aware of the fact that men were staring at her, some being very obvious. While thinking their behavior rude, she none the less reveled in the attention.
She was seated right away and decided on the chef salad. As an afterthought, she ordered a half dozen oysters and a glass of red wine. She couldn't think of why she ordered it, but she did. When the bill came, she was surprised that she had ordered four glasses of wine. She then felt the effects as she stood and became dizzy. She clutched the chair back till she got her bearings, then walked out the door. She made her way back to the clinic and at the last minute remembered to pop a breath mint into her mouth. She unlocked the front door and walked in, then locked the door behind her.
"I made it," she whispered. She walked behind the front desk and put her purse in a drawer. She turned and made a soft scream.
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Tony Jackson's workout took a frantic pace. His aggression level was high and he was determined to work out his frustrations. Is workout partner, a colleague from the dental profession, asked if anything was wrong. "Naw," he lied, "just some work issues." There were no work issues that got him this agitated, it was that damn Darla. Ever since the night before last, when he woke up in the middle of the night with blood in his mouth. He thought maybe he had hit the nightstand somehow while rolling over to go to the bathroom. When he went back to bed, next to his sleeping wife, he fell asleep and dreamed of the white woman who worked for him. She was wearing very tight lingerie, white in color and almost bridal. He slowly removed her garments, making sure to stimulate her clit and suck on her large brown nipples. He then picked her up and lowered her to the white satin sheets and climbed between her legs. She kissed him, then whispered into his ear that their lovemaking world create the child she wanted, that she wanted him so bad to make love to her. The smell of her, the pungent scent of her sex, nearly drove him insane. He positioned himself and thrust forward...he awoke sweating and breathing hard. He could feel his hard on against his shorts. He knew he would never go back to sleep, so he took a long hot shower and whacked off, just to release some of his energy.
Then just that day she wore a dress that made her look homely. Or would have, if Tony didn't know better. Throughout the day he would steal looks at her, imagining her in the white lingerie of his dream. Even though the woman didn't say goodbye, he was glad when day was over. That night, however, was even worst than the last. He dreamt of her again, but this time it was more lustful. She begged him to screw her, to give her what her husband couldn't. He took her many times, in many positions, knowing that he was knocking her up with his baby, something her wimp of a husband couldn't do. This time when he awoke, he had to change his shorts, as his wet dream completely filled them with his jism.
"Did I startle you?" Tony said. "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you come in." He stood before her in nothing but his workout bike shorts. He was toweling his head, as he just came out of the shower in his office. She also noticed the large bulge of his crotch, the curly hair on his chest, the muscles of his arms.
"N-no," she stammered. "I'm...it's OK." She quickly looked around for something to do, to take her eyes off the man before her. She saw a carton of paper near the printer and remembered the machine needed filling. She turned and bent down and grabbed the carton handle. As she lifted, a searing pain in her back caused her to drop the carton and put her hand at the small of her back.
"Are you OK?" Tony asked as he took her arm.
"I don't know," Darla answered as she was lead to a chair, where she sat off balance. Tony knelt in front of her and his hands went to the back of her neck. She was conscious of his hands on her neck, how gentle yet firm they were, the scent of his deodorant. He then stood up.
"Go put a robe on," Tony said. "I'll do an exam and make sure nothing is wrong."
She didn't know what to say, except "OK."
She walked into her favorite examination room, the one with the softest mattress, and shut the door. She pulled the tight dress over her head, and in doing so her bra came unfastened and dropped to the floor. She knelt, another flash of pain, but picked up her bra. She had a little trouble refastening the Velcro. She then covered her front torso with the robe and fastened the ties in back. She did not, however, fasten the neck strap.
"I'm ready for you, Tony," she called. That sounded terrible, she thought.
Tony walked into the room, still in his shorts and with his towel around his neck. "OK," he said, "I want you to lay back on the table, flat on your belly, and square your shoulders." Darla leaned back and a spasm of pain shot through her back. "Here, let me help you." Tony put his hands around her arms and gently lowered her to the soft sheets. Darla became aware of how good he smelled and she moaned a little as he lowered her.
I'm feeling the effect of the wine
, she thought.
Damn, she has a hot body!
Tony thought as he undid the ties and spread the robe.
Holy shit! No wonder she was about to fall out of her dress, that bra wasn't holding anything back. And a thong that fastens with velcro! Damn!
With a shake of his head to clear it,Tony began his exam at the neck, rubbing softly then firmly down her neck, then her upper shoulders, then to her spine and middle back.
At his first touch Darla began to relax, and each inch down her neck made her relax even more. By the time he made it to her lower back she was almost drowsy. That, and the wine she had consumed, made her drift off into a half-wake/half sleep mode. She began to dream, about Tony and her making love, and how he was strong and caring and he smelled so good! It was like he was really here! And how he slipped between her thighs, how moist and hot she was, and she involuntarily gasped as he penetrated her, to make love and spill his seed into her belly, for the baby she always wanted.
She's really getting into this
, Tony thought. She moaned every now and then, but from his past experiences, those moans were not made in pain.
She's rally getting worked up
. He realized that he too was getting aroused as his hard on was straining against the flimsy material of his shorts.
"I'll need-", he croaked, then found his voice. "I'll need you to roll over."
Still in dream mode, she began to comply. She propped herself up on her elbows and began shifting her weight. She didn't notice that the shift was still unfastened at her neck and therefore the top part fell to the table. She felt hands upon her waist, helping her move- hands that were strong and soft, hands of a man who wanted her as a woman. As she turned she used her right knee for support. Her knee pressed the material of the shift against the matress, so as she rolled over, her shift stayed and fell to the table.
Tony was amazed at what was happening. Darla was turning over in front of him and her shift was falling off! The strapless bra she was wearing was about to go next. As she turned his hands involuntarily grabbed her narrow waist and helped her move. In the process his palms brushed against the Velcro fasteners and they loosened but not all the way. As she laid back on the table he heard the Velcro on the bra screech and unfasten. Her head met the table and he saw that her straps were dandling under her armpits.
Darla let a sigh of relief as she felt her heavy breasts become free of their confinement. She felt Tony's strong warm hands still on her hips. She felt she needed to stretch, so she reached above her head, arched her back and pressed down with her feet to get into a more comfortable position. In the process her bra slipped off her breast and slid to her belly. When she moved her hips, Tony's hands were still on each side of her panties and the movement caused his hands to unloosen the straps all the way. The flimsy material fell between her legs.