My trip was uneventful, or at least the business part of it was. I saw some people, gave them a pitch, took a couple out to dinner, and then went to my hotel. I gave some people some great dreams and soaked in their pleasure. I was getting a little better at directing the dreams. I could get a better picture of what was happening and had found how I could influence them a little. It was fun. It was like I was the director of a movie. Especially with one young woman in particular.
She responded to my increasing her arousal with dreams of being in a public place. It was late afternoon in a city, but on a side street of sorts without too much traffic. I was able to change what she was wearing in the dream to a diaphanous sundress. With nothing beneath it. It was easy to see her breasts and the little bare patch between her legs as she walked. She was both embarrassed and excited by it. She was walking along a sidewalk. People did notice her, but there was no particular reaction to her near nudity. People just looked at her and went about their business.
The scene shifted. It was sort of a sidewalk cafe, but she was sitting by herself. Only her top half was showing to most of the people walking by but those people in the dream were all making comments as they did. Most of them were positive, telling her that she had pretty hair pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty tits, but a couple men stopped to ask if she would sit in their laps.
I again began to influence things at this point. She was looking at the men with appraisal-based attention and turned a couple down before a particularly handsome man asked and she said, "Perhaps."
He sat at the table, and she gazed at him while he looked away. She took his measure somehow and then got up and sat in his lap with her back to him. She leaned back against him, and he spoke to her in a low and seductive way. He told her she was beautiful, and it felt right to her.
He reached around and gently stroked her nipples through the thin material of her dress. The pleasure she got from that was intense. It was pretty cool, because I could feel it, too. It really did feel good. People were walking by but not paying a lot of attention. She was trying to act like nothing was happening, but her face was threatening to betray her. He then reached down and slid her short dress up her legs. He gently stroked her nether lips. She squirmed and tried to act as though nothing was happening, but the graze was electric and I enhanced that. After a moment of that he grazed her clit. That was even more electric, the sensation running through her up into her belly and deep inside her. I could feel it, too, and it was awesome.
Being on display seemed to have a lot to do with what she found so erotic about the dream, and I was able to get the passersby to take more notice of her. Women more than men seemed to do it for her, so I had other women stare at he while she writhed in this guy's lap and her arousal shot up even more. I found that if they looked at her with envy that roused her more than if they looked at her disapprovingly, but both worked. Other women noticing her being sexually stimulated by this man was clearly a turn on. I was having trouble directing the dream like you would if you were writing a script, but if I imagined something it often went the way I saw it in my mind's eye.
She was quite aroused, and it was not hard to push things just a bit more. Soon she felt the man's erection start to grow, and as it did it began to grow right up into her. In reality that would not actually work, but in the dream, she could feel the man's cock start to part her lips and move up inside her. It was kind of cool because I did not need to do anything to remove his pants or anything. He just started to grow, and she could feel him as he filled her up. I enhanced her feeling of being stuffed, making his cock long and of sufficient girth to stretch her. She struggled to accommodate him, but then began to rotate her hips, churning her insides with his massive tool. The fascinating part of all this for me was that I could feel what she did. Not as intensely as she did, but pretty intense. She moved her hips back and forth, from side to side, her slippery cunt grasping his cock.
I could not feel what he did, which of course made sense since he was not actually real, but I had a pretty good idea what it felt like to her and it was remarkable. She had sex with her phantom partner while passersby took note of her activity. She was both red with embarrassment and proud of herself, an interesting combination. It was enough to bring her to a powerful orgasm, however, and I helped make it even more so.
She woke in the midst of the orgasm, but I could tell that she got to ride it out the rest of the way awake. I could not tell if there was anyone else in the room with her and could not track her inner life quite as well once she was awake. I was pretty sure she would remember her dream, however. Frankly, so would I. I was certainly impressed with the whole thing.
I attempted to do the same thing with another woman but did not have a lot of success and it was pretty late so I gave it up and went to sleep. Not before revisiting the experience, however. It made for a pleasant memory. I could see great promise being in the movie director's role.
I spent the next day seeing customers but in the back of my mind I was thinking about what I had begun to think of as movies. I was exploring scripts, situations, in my mind. What kind of movies would I like to make? What kind of movies would women be willing to star in?
Dreams are funny, since things in dreams do not have to make sense. And, because we can do things in dreams we cannot do in real life, or things we would not actually do in real life. I had tried unsuccessfully to introduce features into dreams some time ago, but I wondered if it was just a matter of finding a different person who would be receptive. In a hotel there are a lot of people. So instead of trying to give many people a vague but erotic arousal, I began trying to find specific people to have very detailed dreams that I could control. Well, I still aroused a fair number of people but then visited each one with an eye to receptivity. I still mostly looked at women, but I did consider that even though it was a bit messy for a guy to blast off in bed, it was not the worst of things, and I might be able to engage guys in movies that women would not embrace. I'd have to check that out later.
I selected four lucky winners, all females. I pushed their arousal up slowly, but eventually they were quite horny. That actually happens faster in sleep than in real life. I then visited the dreams that came to them naturally. The second woman had what I thought was a good basis for the movie I wanted to direct. She was at a beach. It was a pleasant place, and she was in a bathing suit. And she was horny. It was nothing to shrink the suit to be quite revealing and she had no resistance to that at all. She loved it. She felt pretty and desirable.
I wanted to get her on a boat but could not come up with a way to do that. Instead, I tried to just place her on one without any transition. Dreams work like that sometimes, and it did in this case. All of a sudden, she was in the same skimpy suit but on a boat. It was a yacht, large and elegant. There were people there, men and women, and she was reclining in a lounge chair, being admired by them all.
My intention was to introduce a pirate ship. Being abducted by pirates is common enough faire in romance novels and I could see tons of potential in going that direction. However, I am not the only script writer involved.
