Sara's eyes flew wide open as she took a deep breath trying to determine what was happening. John, her husband of eight years, lay sleeping silently beside her and she didn't want to awaken him, at least not yet. The bedroom was dark and silent, except for the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves which could be heard through the open window. Sara could feel her heart pounding and wondered if she had cried out in her sleep.
It had been a dream. It had been that dream again! That same damn dream. So vivid and so mysterious. What did it mean? The dream was always the same. Sara alone in an empty room. The room was a dull white and devoid of furniture. A single light-bulb shed its dim light. The door, the only door, was labeled with a sign which read, Not An Exit. As Sara turned around examining the room she became aware that its walls were closing in on her. Slowly yet unmistakably closing. She moved to the door but could not bring herself to open it because of the sign. If not an exit, what was it? But with the walls closing in on her how could she stay. Still smaller the room became. Would they stop closing? Close enough now she could almost reach out and touch all sides from where she stood. Breathing became difficult. She wanted to scream. The door! It was the only way out. The sign! Not an exit. She awoke.
As Sara lay in silence, her mind racing. What was the meaning of this dream, so disturbing that it regularly awoke her from her sleep. She slipped out of bed and, after grabbing her robe and slippers in the darkness, made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Switching on the light and greeting the sleepy dog, she put the tea kettle on the stove and while it came to a boil she prepared a cup and saucer, got out her favorite herbal tea and some honey, and sat down at the kitchen table. For the first time she noted the hour, 3:45am. Shit, she would be tired in the morning. But experience had taught her that she would not return to sleep this night and there was no sense disturbing John. The dream had come rarely at first, starting about 4 months ago. But this was the fourth time in the past two weeks! What was she going to do?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the whistling of the tea kettle and she made her cup of tea and waited for morning to come. She sat at the kitchen table and drank her tea, wondering what meaning was hidden within her dream.
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At 5:50am, Sara heard her husband turn on the shower in the master bedroom and, realizing she had been at the table for two hours, decided to go upstairs and join him. After setting her tea cup in the sink she climbed the stairs and went down the hall to their bedroom. The lamp beside the bed was on but John was already in the shower. Kicking off her slippers, Sara removed her robe and threw it on the large, king-size bed. As she headed for the bathroom she pulled her red silk teddy deftly over her head in one motion and went to join her husband. She slipped off her panties and as she passed the mirror, already beginning to fog from the shower's steam, she couldn't help but notice her almost 30 year old body. Her auburn colored hair hung to her shoulders, her breasts still a firm 34-b despite, her stomach flat from regular trips to the gym and healthy eating habits. Her ass, she always thought it her best feature, was tight and topped her slender yet well toned legs. Not bad, she thought proudly..
She opened the shower door and as John turned to see her he smiled, that killer smile. Despite the fatigue Sara already felt, she smiled back as she looked at her handsome husband. They had been a good eight years and she remembered what had attracted her to him as she looked him over as he stood in the shower. At six feet tall, he was eight inches taller that she was, and 195 lbs. he was ruggedly attractive with dark brown hair and eyes. Her eyes moved from his face, down over his well-muscled chest and tight stomach, to eye his penis, which presently hung flaccidly between his strong thighs.
Entering the shower she took the soap he held and allowed her hands to begin to work up a lather as she washed his balls and cock. He leaned back against the wall of the shower and moaned his approval. "Good morning to you too, Mrs. Downing." She smiled, leaning upward she kissed him, and noticed his cock was now semi-flaccid, gaining in both length and thickness. Their sex life had always been good, although Sara had to admit that she missed some of their earlier passion, and its was less frequent than when they first married, but that was normal she was told, and they both seemed to be OK with it.
"Where were you when I woke up?" John inquired.
"Downstairs," Sara replied. "I couldn't sleep."
"You sick?" asked John.
"You tell me." Sara said smiling as she set the soap in the soap dish and slowly went down to her knees as the stream of water from the shower began to rinse away the lather from John's now fully engorged penis. At 7 and a half inches in length John was a little longer than most men Sara had seen but his real claim to fame was how massively thick he was. Her hand lacked a full three inches of being able to encircle him completely so she used both hands to stoke him and prepare him for the oral assault she was about to make. She parted her lips and allowed her tongue to begin to lick circles around the head of his cock while she stroked its full length. "Oh yes, baby. You know how that makes me feel," John said as his eyes closed and he thrust his hips forward into her grasp.
Sara took the head of John's cock between her lips and began to suck it while she continued to stroke. Suddenly John rammed his full length into her mouth and throat, causing her to gag. Instantly she felt the hot cum explode from his cock and fill her mouth, making her choke and cough. "Arrggghhh," cried John. Then he said, "Damn, I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to cum so soon."
Sara, her eyes teary from gagging and choking shook her head, not wanting John to feel badly. Yet secretly she was disappointed that this would be yet another encounter which ended with only one of them being satisfied. John lifted her to her feet, thanked her for helping him get off, kissed her on the forehead and left her to finish her shower alone. When Sara exited the shower, John was already dressed and downstairs. As she dressed for work he called upstairs to say good-bye and suggested dinner out after work. She agreed and shouted her goodbye and then was alone again.
_ _ _ _
Sara drove the 30 minutes to her office alone with her thoughts. She knew she would think about the dream off and on throughout the day. As she steered her Ford Escort into the parking garage at her office building, she turned her thoughts to the day ahead. Bob Gaston, her boss, was leaving at three this afternoon to travel from Boston to Philadelphia and would have things he wanted her to prepare for his trip. She had anticipated some of them, but he always managed a few last minute items to make it interesting. She enjoyed working for Caterpillar, but heavy construction equipment was a subject she knew nothing about when she took the job. She did enjoy the attention she garnered from the many visitors to the office, most of them more accustomed to seeing men and construction equipment.
On the elevator to the 15th floor of their downtown office building, Sara remembered there was a staff meeting at 9:00am and she would need to be sure coffee and danish or doughnuts were available. A call downstairs to the caterer in their building would take care of that. Bob needed to give a report to Mr. Reston, the VP, at 11:00am and she had one more sales chart to include in his bound report which was otherwise complete. She would have plenty of time for that. She would join Jill from down the hall for their usual Thursday lunch of a sandwich and fruit from the deli on the second floor and then they would go for a walk in the park. It was sunny and already warming nicely so she expected they would have fun. Barring unforeseen problems, this should be an easy day which, given her already tired state of mind, was a good thing.
When she arrived at the office of Davis and Reston, the northeast's biggest distributor of Caterpillar equipment, she went right to work. She got things set for the staff meeting, finished up the sales chart and report for Bob's 11:00 o'clock with Reston and was finishing up Bob's preparations for his trip to Philly by 10:30am. Realizing she hadn't really looked at her daily calendar, she opened it and checked for appointments. There was one she had forgotten, why she wasn't sure. At 4:00pm, Rachel Peabody from Myers Printing was coming by to go over the new color brochure she and Bob had been working on. Sara had meant to cancel it since Bob wouldn't be there, but for some reason she had never made the call.
When she called Rachel's office she learned that she was out of her office for the day. She could be paged but was actually making calls in downtown Boston all afternoon. Sara called Rachel's pager number and entered her office number at the prompt. All she could do now was wait for Rachel to call.
She turned her attention to catching up on correspondence which needed to be sent out. As she typed the standard letters detailing sales projections, special promotions, new incentives and possible legal actions, she tried to keep her mind off her dream. What the hell did it mean? Why the same dream over and over again? Maybe it was time to confide in John.
The ringing of her phone startled her out of trance.
"Hello, you have reached the office of Davis and Preston Caterpillar, how may I direct your call?"
"Hey Sara!" bubbled Rachel. "I got your page, what's up."
"Bob is leaving at three to fly down to Phalli, he can't keep your 4:00 o'clock appointment," apologized Sara. "I had intended to call you sooner."
"Listen sweetie," laughed Rachel, "I could care less about meeting Bob, you know its your sweet ass I can't wait to see."
Sara blushed, glancing around the office to make sure no one was watching her. "You are so naughty," she said.
