Josie sat straight up in bed, panting slightly as she reached for the lamp on the bedside table. Light washed over the shadows in the room as she flipped the switch, but the dream stayed with her. She got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water, leaning against the counter to let the cool water soothe her dry throat. She shook her head, but couldn't get rid of the dream. Making her way through the dark apartment to her bedroom, she lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes, letting the dream seep back in to her mind.
The quiet girl from the market, looking at her with deep brown eyes; the blond from the gym, toweling off in the shower; the young nanny, pushing a little boy on the swing at the park. She watched all of them, seeing the desire in their eyes. Kissing the girl from the market, pressing against the blond woman in the shower, touching the nanny while her young charge slept in the next room...
"Stop it! Stop it!" Josie said out loud. Sexual thoughts about women had been plaguing her for months now, but lately she was dreaming about beautiful women, and the things she wanted to do to them. Everywhere she went, the women around her distracted Josie. It was starting to affect her work and her social life. She glanced at the clock on the wall, and with a groan pushed herself up to head for the shower. She couldn't afford to be late for work again. At least today was Friday.
In the shower, Josie quickly washed, pausing for a moment to rub her fingers over her swollen clit. She knew that she could make herself come easily, but, still thinking of the dream, punished herself by turning off the water instead. She hurried to get dressed for work, pulling on a straight black skirt and a fitted green sweater with tiny buttons up the front that emphasized her small waist and perky breasts. A few minutes in front of the mirror with makeup and a blow dryer, and Josie was ready to go. Grabbing her wool coat and slipping on her sensible pumps, Josie dashed out the door.
The workday dragged on, but Josie was kept busy with memos to type, papers to file and phones to answer. At 7:00, just as she pulled on her coat, ready to leave, her phone rang one more time.
"Hey, Jos, it's me." Josie heard the familiar, happy voice of her best friend, Sasha, on the other end. "I'm heading over to that new club tonight, want to come?" Sasha had told her about the club, with it's loud music and pulsing lights, last week.