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.
