Dreams
I awoke one morning and realised I was incredibly turned on. The morning was bright and sunny and warm. I must have been dreaming, I thought to myself. Though, I had no recollection of any dreams. I had the strongest urge to touch myself and when I did, I discovered that my panties were drenched, as though I'd just had an orgasm.
Weird, I thought. I never have erotic dreams - wish I did, I love sex.
The rest of my day was fairly typical. I went to work, came home, ate, watched TV, went to bed and woke up the next morning... with drenched panties, once again.
Only this time, I remembered dreaming. The memory was fuzzy... indistinct, as dreams often are. But, I was left with an impression of someone stimulating me sexually; orally, to be precise, in a fuzzy recollection sort of way.
Odd, I thought.
Odder still, I was sure the person in my dream was a woman. I'd never been with a woman.
I thought, how terribly odd.
The third morning, I awoke with soaked panties once more, and I had mixed emotions: first, really ticked off, cause I'd have to wash my sheets again for the third day in a row. Second, I was worried... I mean, what the hell was happening to me? Maybe I should see my Ob/gyn. Third, I was intrigued, since I remembered more of the dream... a dream I knew for certain was the same dream as the night before. I knew for sure it was about a woman with her head between my legs licking me. Licking my clit. Strange, because I'm not a lesbian, but it really aroused me. And stranger still, I knew her name - Margaret. Though, for the life of me, I couldn't describe her, that is, visualize her... try as I might.
The next day... same dream, same arousal, same wet underwear, same young woman eating me out, but I remembered more about her. She had gorgeous auburn hair. She had green eyes. She had a birthmark roughly shaped like a leaf of clover - complete with stem - on her tummy, well below her navel.
As on previous days, I went about my day in the usual way putting the dream and arousal behind me... until lunchtime. I was going down in the elevator, intending to head out and grab a sandwich. I stood in the back of the elevator, checking my phone for text messages, when the door opened and a woman stepped in.
I looked up from my smartphone and gasped with an audible intake of breath. Margaret!
She turned and looked at me quizzically.
"Yes?" She said, looking as if she were trying to place me. Oh my god, I thought, I must have said her name out loud.
"You're Margaret," I half whispered.
"Yes... do I know you?"
"Sorta. Well... I know you... ah... in a bizarre kinda way."
"Sorry, honey, but I don't remember ever meeting you, and I've got an excellent memory", she said, sounding as if she were dismissing me and my intrusion.
"I've been dreaming about you all week," I said in response.
"Seriously? That's impossible... we've never met," she said.
"I can prove it, if you've got a couple minutes. I was just going to lunch."
"Me too... I guess I could join you... you've piqued my curiosity." She conceded.
We went to the sandwich shop across the street, ordered, and found a table.
"You said you could prove you've been dreaming of me?"
"I need a pen," I said, reaching into my purse. I withdrew a cheap pen from my dentist's office. Then, I grabbed a napkin and began drawing. It only took a few seconds, I handed Margaret my art work, just as a server brought our food orders to the table, and left.
"It's located halfway between your navel and your... ahh... your... ahh ahh..."
"My pussy... oh my god... that's my birthmark. How could you possibly know?"
"I've been dreaming of you all week. I wake up every morning terribly aroused with my underwear drenched... the first morning I didn't remember any dream, then, each day I've remembered more and more... It's always the same dream. When you stepped on the elevator this morning and I looked up, I knew instantly you were the woman from my dreams," I explained.
"I don't get it, how could you possibly know..."
"I have no clue how it's happening... it's kind of scary actually," I said.
"The dream... what actually happens in the dream?" She asked.
"Oh... ahh... it's pretty racy. In fact, I get turned on just thinking about it."
"We're both adults..."
"Well... OK, like I said, the first morning I remembered nothing specific, then, the next morning I just had an impression of a woman... ahh making love to me, ahh, orally." I said.
"Oh my," Margaret said.
"Then over the next few mornings I remembered more details, like your name, and that birthmark."
"How could you see my birthmark if I was supposed to be lying on my belly, between your legs, licking you?"
"We ahh switched positions and I was licking your pussy... the birthmark was right in front of my nose." I admitted.
"Oh, I see."
"And I've never done that with a woman, but it's so vivid in my memory now. I really loved having sex with a woman, at least in that dream. It was such a thrill... the taste, the heady aroma of a woman's pussy," I confided.
"You mean, my pussy," she clarified.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I apologized.
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around how this is happening," Margaret said. "Are you still having these dreams?"
"Yes, I remembered the birthmark this morning," I told her.
"Can we meet again tomorrow? You've really riled up my curiosity. I've got to hear what you learn from your dream tomorrow,"
"Alright, but I can't promise anything... I really have no idea how this is happening, or how long it will last," I admitted.
"By the way, I never got your name... you know mine, but I don't know yours," she said.
"I'm Joan, here, let me give you my business card... my cell's on there, too. So, same time tomorrow, here? " I asked.
"Sure. Do you journal? Maybe you could write down what you remember, first thing, while it's fresh."
I agreed to take notes, it was a really good idea. Then, we went our separate ways. But, I really didn't expect to see Margaret again. I presumed she must think me a total nutcase and I was sure she'd stay the hell away from me. I was wrong.
"Well?" She said, the next day as I sat down across the table from her.
"Here's my notes from this morning," I said, handing her a small black notebook.
She read my narrative while we waited for our sandwiches.
"Oh my fucking god. You described my pussy perfectly... large lips, large clit that looks like a little penis when you push the hood back." Margaret said, looking a little flushed.
"Oh god, this is so embarrassing," I said, "I'm not used to talking about sex, especially not with strangers, except you don't feel like a stranger. I mean, I can close my eyes and picture your pussy perfectly. It's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen, except, I've never actually seen it."
Margaret read more of my scribblings.
"Holy fuck, yes! I do love having fingers inside me and having them curl up to hit my g-spot. And it does make me wild. I've been known to thrash around and go right off the bed; I completely lose control." Margaret told me.
"Yes, that's what happened in my dream. I barely held onto you when you went berserk."
"But what's this about someone fucking you while you're sending me off to pussy Nirvana?" Margaret asked.
"I don't know who it was... it felt weird, it was a really big cock, but it was cold at first. Whoever it was, fucked me really deep; god, it was awesome. Makes me wet just thinking about it," I said.
"Cold? Maybe it was a strap-on. I have a girlfriend who really likes strap-ons. Maybe it was Lilly," she speculated. "Did you come? It doesn't say here."
"I don't know. That part is kinda fuzzy."
"So, everyday you're remembering more and more of the dream?"
"I think so."
"So, tomorrow... can we meet again? I've just got to know what's going on. I know tomorrow's Saturday, maybe we can meet for breakfast," Margaret suggested.
"Sure, where then?" I asked.
"I live on the west side of town and there's a nice little coffee shop on Missouri Street."
"Oh yes, I've been there, I live in Montrose. I'll meet you there, then, what time?" I said.
We agreed on eight o'clock and that I would, again, record everything I could remember when I woke up.
Saturday morning I sat in the shop at eight, dressed more casually than my usual work garb; a low cut tank top and mini skirt. The tank showed off my rather large breasts nicely. My ample cleavage solicited lots of glances from most of the guys in the place, and a few girls too. I'd found a vacant booth near the back of the shop and waited for Margaret while sipping my lattè.
"Oh, there you are, almost didn't see you back here," she said, as she slid in the booth to sit next to me, and not opposite as I had expected she would. I had to scoot over. "Here, give me a hug," she said.
Without warning she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. It felt good; warm and loving, and it lasted a bit longer than you'd expect of 'just friends'. And, it also felt so familiar, as if she'd done so many times before.
"Mmmm thanks, that was nice," I said, sincerely.
"Least I can do for the girl who's been fucking me every night for the past week," she said with a giggle. I noticed the woman at the next table, glancing over at us.
I pushed my black notebook across the table without a word. Margaret began reading immediately.
"Oh my god, it is my friend Lilly that's fucking you with the strap-on. She's blond with small boobs and she has a mole next to her nipple on her left breast just as you describe. I keep telling her she should have it removed before it turns into something nasty, but she won't listen to me. My god this is incredible!"
The woman at the next table was clearly interested in hearing more. I turned to her.
