The Event

John woke with a start, his covers kicked down around his knees and his pyjama shorts stuck to his thighs a puddle of semi dried cum the likes of which he'd never experienced before. His mind was swirling with dreams or memories so vivid he felt confused. Looking around the room he realised he'd experienced a dream, a wonderful dream, of meteoric pornographic proportions.

He looked at his watch, confirming he'd still got plenty of time before the pool opened, so he reflected on his dreams. Most of the characters he knew, certainly the ladies from work, but the rest was pure fancy and the sex, oh my goodness, the things he'd dreamt about, some he'd never even seen let alone experienced. Who asks a woman to pierce herself for you...he felt a bit grubby about that, slightly disappointed with himself.

In the shower John had finished washing all the evidence of his saucy dream from his body when his thoughts turned to the glimpse of a memory from the dream where he'd been receiving a blow job in the shower from Amanda, the stunning head of HR at work, whilst her mother rimmed him. As he gripped his hard cock he was convinced it had grown but then dismissed that thought, focusing now on wanking whilst reliving the dream which soon took him to a very happy conclusion.

On the way to the changing rooms in the pool John was brought up sharp when he glanced the woman from his dream who had followed him into the cubicle after he'd found the ring in the pool. Their eyes connected briefly but there was no connection on her part other than a friendly smile that he returned whilst willing his cock to behave, shocked that he seemed capable of being so hard so soon after cumming in the shower.

His mile long swim took him 27 minutes, a PB for him, and he didn't appear fatigued as he double checked his watch when he'd finished his 64th length.

"Impressive stroke work mate," the coach of the pro's in the fast lane. "We meet every other morning at 0630 if you're interested. We could do with some talent, particularly in your age group, and that was strong stuff. I'll show you some tips to get you sub-25 without much bother."

"Thank you," replied John, "honestly, that's the fastest I've ever swam."

"Impressive, and you're not hauling air. See you around."

He was right, John stood up and was amazed that his breathing and heart rate seemed like he'd hardly tried.

On the way to the cubicle to change the lady he'd locked eyes with that morning, the minx from his dream, walked up to him.

"That's praise indeed from coach. He's right too."

"Thank you."

"You should join us; you're clearly a strong swimmer. I'm Lucy by the way."

"It's a pleasure Lucy. I'm John."

"I'd be happy to talk about the club over a coffee, if you fancy?"

"I'd love to Lucy, but I need to be in work early sorry."

"No problem. Tomorrow?"

"That would be great Lucy. I look forward to that."

"Me too John."

"Nice to have met you."

~

John checked his watch, he still had time he thought to save Michelle from a mugging, just in case there was some truth to his dream. Based on his swim there may be, but he'd already reconciled that to some sort of psychosomatic type effect where he'd convinced himself he was capable of great things. He was unnerved when he rounded the corner and caught sight of Michelle's blonde bob, and her delicious bum, walking with purpose towards their office with a guy in a hoody gaining ground on her.

Willing himself to run as fast as he could John took off down the road, overtaking the guy in a hoody, before falling into pace with Michelle.

"Good morning, Michelle," he said as he got to her.

"Oh, hi John. Where did you come from?"

"I saw you up ahead, so I thought I'd say hi."

"That's nice. We never really have time for a chat in the office."

"Yeah, that's my bad. I'll be honest, it's not my strong point, chit chat."

"That's refreshingly honest John yet, here we are, having chit chat. I normally get a coffee from this shop coming up. Fancy one, and a bit more chat?"

"I'd like that, Michelle. Thanks."

John almost felt the breath of the hoody wearer as they approached the coffee shop and he nearly buckled over when the right-hand strap of his rucksack snapped, rolling the weight of it suddenly to his left.

Weird.

~

John and Michelle sat chatting about everything from swimming through to her passion, horse riding, never mentioning work. John found himself getting hard again when, as he took in her beautiful face as they spoke, he recalled how he'd fucked her over the boardroom table in his dreams with her knickers in her mouth to quell her moans. Michelle flushed slightly when she looked at John and saw how hungry his eyes looked, almost like he was willing her to give herself to him. He started talking about Friday drinks tomorrow and Michelle's thoughts immediately went to a place where she imagined them carrying on their delightful chat where they ended up making love in her flat. She was imagining his clearly powerful legs holding her up against the wall as he powered himself into her.

Michelle's knickers were now drenched and, feigning concern over an impending call, she asked if they could head off to work so she could change before she soaked through her pale skirt.

John was slightly disappointed but relieved as he too had meetings, first Grace, anal loving Grace of his dream, and then the lovely Amanda from HR, which whilst welcome on one level was concerning him as, so far, he'd had the come on from Lucy at the pool and, unless he'd read it all wrong, Michelle appeared to be keen on him so what would happen when he eventually met the woman he'd married in his dreams.

Just before they arrived Michelle turned to John and said, "John, that was a lovely way to start the day. Thank you."

He agreed and it took a real push of confidence for him to reply, "I agree, I really enjoyed it too. I'd like to buy you a drink, or two, on Friday if you'd like that?"

"That sounds nice John, and I'd like that, a lot."

~

Bounding up the stairs with a real spring in his step John made it to the boardroom just before 8am for his meeting with Grace. Grace came through the door wearing a very elegant trouser suit, a bit like the one in the dream, and John couldn't help wait for an opportunity to check for any evidence of a bulge between her buttocks as she moved around the room, fussing over their drinks as they caught up.

John didn't want to make her uncomfortable so he really only got one opportunity when she had her back to him and she bent down to get cups from the cupboard below the machine, an action she seemed to make with straight legs and one that took longer than it should.

"Fuck me, she's wearing a butt plug," he said to himself and then, looking towards her head as she asked how he took his coffee, his cheeks coloured as her eyes locked on to him from the mirror she was regarding him from. Her smile, possibly a knowing one, allayed his concerns about being caught but he was now concerned that he'd have to stand up at any point soon, showing how turned on he now was.

"Amanda has asked if she can join briefly and she should be here shortly," caused a fluster of concern that Grace clearly noticed as she added, smiling, "nothing to worry about John, I promise. It's probably due to your promotion."

"My promotion?"

"Yes John. That's why I wanted to see you."

"Oh, I didn't realise."

"That's my fault for not saying and, as a piece of advice for the future, not that you need it, but my father always said, never agree to attend a meeting if you don't know why you've been invited. Anyway, yes, I'm going to offer you a new role, a promotion. A big one actually."

"Why?"

"The Grants account."

"Oh, that."

"Don't sell yourself short John. Last week you managed to do something no one else in this business had managed to do in the 5 years we've had them. And then you show IT how to make the system work. And then you casually get Grants to commit for 5 years on terms that are stellar. An accountant who can sell and do systems. That's rare John. And with charisma."

"I'm hardly Mr Charisma Grace and I did those things you mention with the team, I can't take all the credit."

"Modest too. I think you'll find you charisma'd yourself in to Michelle's knickers this morning based on what she said to her friend in the loo this morning, not knowing I was in a stall. Don't sell yourself short John. There's something about you that's very appealing John, calm respectful confidence, please hold on to that."

Just then Amanda exploded through the door with her laptop open.

"You've got to see this. We're working with the police so I may have to go soon. John, you had a lucky escape this morning."

"Really?" was John's bemused reply, slightly lost in his own world as memories of how he'd taken Amanda physically and mentally so thoroughly in his dreams and how he felt, even now, that he loved her despite knowing it was all a dream.

"Yes, they have had surveillance on the street since last Tuesday as the police got word that some fanatic was in the area. There's been a few incidents, nothing serious thankfully but you lucked out, or rather you made sure Michelle did, this morning. Look," Grace and John leaned in over the laptop screen as the footage showed John running fast to catch up with Michelle as they walk towards the office, "look here, he has a knife."

John was rapt as he watched the guy in the hoody close the distance between them and then, just as Michelle turned into the café, he slipped a long silver blade through the strap of John's backpack.

"The police think that's some sort of razor-sharp katana."

"Oh my, why?" asked John.

"They don't know but Michelle is currently being asked to help them with their inquiry. I think they'll need some of your time too John but, my god, you look like you had a second sense with the speed you ran towards her. Did you?"

"Not at all," he lied, "I thought I'd just say hi."

"Do you and Michelle have a thing going on John, not that it's any of my business, but that might explain this guy's actions?"

"No, not at all."

"Good, I mean Ok. That's useful." Amanda replied. John had been watching her carefully and, perhaps wishfully on his part, he got the feeling that Amanda meant it when she said 'good' as he confirmed he had no attachment, currently, to Michelle.

"Sorry, but I need to get back to the police. John, I think you best be careful, Ok?"

"I'll look out for guys in hoodies, don't worry."

"I meant from people like Michelle, and me, wanting to say thank you to a real hero after work tomorrow when we all go for drinks. Hasta Lluego." Amanda turned and smiled at John, holding his gaze for a moment as she exited through the door. John started breathing again as the door shut.

~

Grace brought John mentally back into the room when she said, as she locked the boardroom door from the inside, "Modest and now heroic. John, I'm very tempted to jump the queue before Michelle and then Amanda throw themselves at you tomorrow. I think you noticed something as I walked in. We can do your promotion the official way or, if you like, I'd be delighted if you would fuck my arse on this table. I don't want a relationship so I'm no threat to you or Amanda, and yes, I noticed how she looked at you too."

Grace had removed her jacket and had pulled her trousers off. Her knickers were pulled off seductively and then, replacing her heels, she headed over to the boardroom table which she then sat on before lying back, pulling her legs towards her torso and thus presenting her plugged anus to him.

"Don't keep a lady waiting John, please. Sign here."

Almost in a dream John kicked off his shoes and trousers and then his shirt, before tugging off his tented boxer shorts.

Grace smiled and then looked slightly concerned as John walked towards her, his substantial penis bobbing around perpendicular to this torso as he walked towards her slowly, taking in his pray.

John smelt her arousal, his nostrils flaring, and saw how wet Grace's pussy was as he approached her. He looked down at her open pussy, flared and wet, as he rubbed the helmet of his cock through her delicate folds and then over her clit, tapping it lightly, as he played with her.

"That's lovely John. Fuck me though. Please."

Even though he's been offered her ass, John thrust himself all the way into her pussy. He'd already decided he was reserving that privilege for Amanda, if she'd have him.

"You can fuck my ass John."

"Not today, Grace. Maybe another time. Your pussy looks too inviting."

"Spoil sport."

John fucked her hard in response, actions that were met with wide eyes, grunts, and then a smile as her climax started to build.

"Harder."

John responded and shocked her again when he slapped her ass hard.

"Oh god, too good." Grace said as she bit her top lip, resisting the urge to scream out as a climax started to course through her.

"Keep fucking me John, please."

Another series of slaps rained down on Grace's arse as John powered himself towards a climax, bringing Grace along very quickly for her second, much bigger climax.

"Oh my God John. Never. I've never cum like this. Never."

As John's climax arrived, he withdrew his cock and showered Grace with huge ropes of spunk that coated her thighs, ass and pussy. He carefully helped her gather herself as they both came down from their delicious orgasms. He kissed her gently on the cheek before tackling his own clothing.

"John, that was incredible. I meant what I said about a relationship but, my God, if you ever want to take your aggression out on me, especially with my little tushy here, my door will always be open to you. Now, Mr Director of charisma and modesty, would you be so kind as to pass me some tissues? I appear to be covered in your cum."

"Of course, Grace. I'm tempted to make you eat it up. I hate waste."

"I would you know."

"Do it then."

"Yes sir." Grace started collecting the cum with her fingers and sucking them clean. "My god John, you're fast becoming a force of nature. And your cum is delicious, almost vanilla flavoured."

By the time John had left the boardroom he'd managed to force his cock down Grace's throat, filling it with another round of cum, after her naughty display had made him hard again.

~

John was reflecting on his weird but wonderful day as he ate his lunch at this desk; the vivid dream he'd woken up from, followed by a series of events that were strangely similar to those of the dream. He wasn't a particularly confident man around ladies, particularly beautiful ones, but he was still reeling from the ease with which he seemed to flirt with Lucy in the pool, Michelle at the café, the smouldering looks he'd got from Amanda, his dream woman, and then fucking Grace the MD in the boardroom. What a day.

John was about to complete his lunch when Michelle entered the open plan office area he worked in. She looked a little paler than she did this morning, no doubt disturb by the conversation with the police.

"John, do you have a minute please?"

"Sure, take a seat, no one's sat there."

"I'd rather talk privately if that's OK. The boardroom is free, I checked."

"Oh ok, sure. Let's go."

John followed Michelle as she walked towards the boardroom, his eyes drawn to her bum as it swished hypnotically, commanding the attention it deserved. John was convinced she was deliberately exaggerating her movements, but he dismissed that idea as fantasy. They entered the boardroom where Michelle turned and grabbed him in a hug.

"I'm sorry, I've been holding myself together since the police spoke to me, but I'll never forgot what you did for me this morning. They reckon this guy has been stalking lone females in the area, and the knife he had looked terrifying on the video. It's as if you knew what was happening as you ran over to me."

"I swear I didn't, but I was determined to get to you before you get to the office."

"Why John?"

"Honestly, I've no idea Michelle but when I saw you, I thought I'd catch up with you. I didn't really notice the guy." John didn't like lying but the alternative would probably have disturbed Michelle.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, what matters is that you did that, and he didn't get to me. He could have caused you serious harm though."

"But he didn't, and you're ok which is all that matters."

"True, which gets me on to me wanting to express how grateful I am to you." For the second time that day John watched as a beautiful woman walked towards the door, locked it, and then walked towards him, her demeanour changing to an almost cat-like one where he was the prey being stalked.

She sat on edge of the boardroom table and began talking, "I loved our chat over coffee this morning John, really loved it. I'm going to be very honest and let you know that the way you looked at me this morning was such a turn on, and then with what I've seen with the police and how you saved me, I'm a mess John, a hot damp mess between my legs. I'm being honest with myself though in the sense that I'm never going to compete with Amanda, I mean who could, she's gorgeous, hell I'd sleep with her she's that stunning, and she made it perfectly clear to me earlier that she's going to be yours soon. So, before she does," as Michelle spoke she bunched her skirt upwards, revealing nothing but the tops of her hold-up stockings and a moist, shaved pussy covered by a pair of knickers that were now almost see through at the crotch with her juices, "I'd like to offer you my beautiful pussy as thank you, a thank you I hope we both enjoy, before you go off with Amanda."

"Well, I don't know about Amanda," another lie, "but I'll be dammed if I'm going to shun an opportunity like this one Michelle. Your pussy looks delicious, and very inviting."

John took to his knees, his lips level with her pussy that he tentatively kissed as he moved her knickers to one side, then licked, before feasting on with a passion that soon drove Michelle to a strong climax that left her breathing hard as John rose to his feet. His trousers and boxer shorts were soon around his ankles allowing him to take his cock out and rub it around Michelle's very wet and open pussy, eliciting more moans of approval as he teased her towards another climax.

Part of him wished to emulate the dream he'd had so he wrenched her knickers off her, balled them up in his hand before pushing them in to her mouth, an act that initially caused alarm which was soon replaced with understanding as he thrust himself hard in to her, her wish to scream out in pleasure prevented by the knickers balled up in her mouth.

John then watched as Michelle ripped open her blouse and pulled off her bra to exposure her tits to him as he fucked her, hard. Michelle started massaging her breasts, and pulling her nipples, another invitation John acted on as he then brushed her hands away and started swatting her breasts with his hands or pulling or nibbling her nipples, approval being confirmed by her nodding her head and moaning in to her knickers.

"Harder." Was the next instruction he understood and one he responded to, thrusting with speed and force, driving them both on towards their climaxes.

"Oh my God John," was the next muffled cry until her felt her shake as her climax overcame her, her peak being clear to him as he felt a rush of warm juices flood around him.

"Michelle," was all he managed to grunt as he unloaded a bucket of cum into Michelle, kissing her fully for the first time, "that was amazing."

Michelle pulled the knickers out of her mouth and used them to mop around her pussy as John withdrew from her, his cum trickling out as he did so.

"I'm so glad we did that John, that will always be special to me."