Sometime during the night Gwn emerged from a restless sleep and drifted into a dream that aroused her in so many ways. Slowly an image appeared. A radiated glow presented a neatly bearded image of a gentleman standing at her bedside wearing a white T-shirt and a loose pair of white sweatpants. The mirage seemed to be non-threatening; in fact, comforting was a better description. Her eyes focused on the drawstring hanging from his sweatpants. The bulge in front drew her attention.
A deep-seated sleep-filled passion emerged as her aching midsection began a slow rocking motion. A subtle feeling of sexual hunger coursed through her veins. Through a misty background, her eyes clearly focused on the tenting inside his sweats. The imagined scent of male arousal flared her nostrils.
Then ever so gently his weight settled on the edge of the bed. Responding to the aroused feelings, her juices flowed. She reached for his image. His clothes vanished as he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. Thin strands of gray dispersed through his hair further enhanced his sexual allure.
As he hovered above, her chest heaved from deeper breathing. His presence seemed so familiar. A slight sweat broke out on her face as his beard raked across her check and lay gently into the soft crook of her neck. She whispered, "It's been so long. I need you...please take me."
Softly responding, he said, "Shhhhhh...just enjoy, no need to hurry, we've been here before."
Her panties were gone. One knee raised and the other opened in an offer of sacrifice for her dream lover. Her willing presentation eagerly awaited its fate. A strong hand touched her inner thigh and moved upward, to rest next to her engorged labia. His face nudged her sheer nightshirt aside and a nipple was captured between his lips. Sensory shock waves radiated from her breast into her womb. Copious passion fluids wet the sheets. Her body hungered.
Lowering himself gently onto her breast felt so erotic. His chest hair brushed lightly against her sensitive nipples and the inner surfaces of her thighs cradled his hips. Her desire sought immediate gratification and without any conscious effort of restraint, the ache intensified. Her well shaped thighs opened further. Swollen self lubricated lips frustratingly anticipated the inevitable penetration.
Her sex charged lover moved forward to engage her most intimate region. A quick glance at his cock revealed a flaring deep purplish mushroom shaped organ dripping with fluids that would make their coupling ever so easy. To brace herself she reached up and encircled her lover's neck and held on, while her heels dug into his thighs.
Beginning with a sudden intake of air, she responded to the imagined touch. Curiosity induced another glance down between their bodies to watch the coupling as her lover made contact and inched inward. Her hips moved closer and opened wider giving him unencumbered access. The inner flesh of her vagina began to feel a burning sensation generated by the fluids of his invading phallus. Her internals became overly sensitive as her pussy gripped and massaged the surging glans. His cock stroked her uterus on the inward journey and ever so slowly his push was accompanied with a hesitant pull back. Each inward stroke imbedded deeper and deeper as her inner tissue gently closed around the excited organ. She rotated her hips up and lifted to accommodate his thrust. Then she felt those familiar ridges at the back of his cock. The swelling had started. She was about to be taken by "The Knot." "Push it in, push it in," she cried. And then as sudden as it began, the dream ended..."Dammit...Dammit...Don't leave me..." she pleaded in frustration as the image faded.
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An ill, agitated, and distraught Gwn Taylor had just completed her regular cup of coffee when the phone rang. She knew it was Jeni as she always called about the same time each morning.
Abruptly, she answered and was rather short in her response. Unable to hide her exasperation, Gwn answered, "What's on your mind?"
Detecting something amiss Jeni responded, "Hold on young lady, I know you well enough to know something has got you a little edgy. You want to tell me about it. In the meantime I've got something to tell you that may be of some interest. Get that coffee ready; I'll be over in about 30 minutes. Maybe you will have settled down by then."
"Oh, I'm sorry Jeni. I had this dream last night that was quite upsetting. Come on over and I'll tell you about it. I do need someone to talk to and you're the only one I can confide in.
As Jeni walked in, Gwn continued, "You said you had something to tell me. I detected a little agitated excitement in your voice. "
Normally the conversation would turn to the next session or the last session at the PHC sex enrichment program.
"Have you read your emails this morning," Jeni asked?
Gwn replied, "No...I haven't even turned the computer on."
Well...check it out.
Gwn quickly checked her email and noticed one of interest from Sadie Hughes at the Psychological Health Center (PHC). She quickly opened it and read:
Gwn:
Dr. Luck and I would like for you and Mrs. Arthur to participate in a conference call with us on Wednesday at 3:00 pm. The conference call will be held in the PHC executive conference room 110. Please arrive approximately 15 minutes early so that Dr. Luck can brief you on the subject matter. Your attendance is very important and if for any reason you cannot attend please respond accordingly. Otherwise your attendance will be considered in the affirmative.
Sadie Hughes
Director of Sex Health, PHC
Jeni Arthur let herself in the kitchen door and found Gwn sitting at the bar staring at her laptop screen. Peering over Gwn's shoulder, Jeni read the email. "Well, what do you think this is all about?"
"I have no idea," Gwn commented. "You don't think they are eliminating the sex health program do you?
Jeni responded, "There was no mention of it in our last Board meeting. That program is probably the most successful program at PHC and the most profitable."
Then with some amusement Gwn asked, "How is this different from a male escort service?"
Equally amused Jeni responded to the innuendo, "Now...now Gwn, this is health related. I view the services provided by PHC as satisfying a major medical need that exists within all of us -- both male and female. It's like the diabetic needing insulin on a constant and reoccurring basis. I look at this the same way. Consider this as a co-op; men and women sharing a healthy need in a most respected way."