I was dreaming this morning of a gentleman that very much reminded me of my CPA. In this dream he was walking through a corporate office full of people and desks with a young woman who couldn’t have been much older than 21.
He was saying to her, “You know… Originally, I wasn’t going to check out your body. But now? I think I’m going to do just that. Right now, though, you can go sit in the corner over there. Now get over in that corner and wait.”
He actually gave her a shove towards a chair in a corner of the office in plain view of everyone else. No one seemed phased by his behavior in the slightest, as the dream ended.
I woke feeling the wife’s arms around me and pondered what the dream could have meant and came to two conclusions. The first one was that my taxes might be done in record time this year. And the second being that some CEO of a corporation is more than likely going to do something inappropriate with a young woman that the press will be harping on about for weeks. “We all know that the press loves a good sex scandal for sure!”
After I had worked out the meaning of the above dream I had awakened from, I lay there for a long while, just enjoying the feel of Julia lying on top of me, with her arms and legs astride me, as if she was trying to make sure I couldn’t run away. I dosed peacefully for a while, at one point trying to remember how we got into that position. But somewhere in between lapses of consciousness, I decided that it just didn’t matter how we got that way. “The clearly mutual feeling of peace trumping the importance of all other curiosities.”
I felt as snug as a bug in a rug with her and the pillows and blankets and… Well… “It was awesome!”
When she finally stirred, she lifted her head off my shoulder and gazed into my eyes for a long time before wordlessly kissing me. And then she kissed me some more. And then she kissed me some more. And then… Well… She kissed me some more. Yeah… “There was a lot of kissing going on there.”
At one point I felt a hand reach down between my legs and the pleasant sensation of being guided into a warm wet place that sent tingles through my body. She then spoke very softly saying, “It’s ok if you can’t cum, especially after all we did last night. I just have this childish need to feel you inside me for a while longer before we start our day.”
Stroking her hair I said, “Nothing childish about it. It’s all good. How ever things work out, they work out. I love you and am truly blessed to be with you, inside you… You get the picture?”
She said, “I do,” with a warm glow in her voice that seemed to be sweeping through her entire body. “I most certainly do,” she murmured.
And… You know? Despite the very gentle and slow motion of the ocean wave riding over me, “Things certainly did work out to the amazement of both of us.”
The feel of her gentle kisses… The slight movement of her hips and breasts against me… Her hair, which seemed to flow over me like a light breeze… The smell of her… The sound of her deep steady rhythmic breathing as she nuzzled my neck and shoulders while stroking my hair ever so lightly with her fingertips… It all served to coax yet one more orgasm out of me, which took us both by surprise; it feeling super intense to me.
She didn’t have an orgasm of her own the whole time I was inside her. Not even when she felt the warm flow of cum flooding into her. And yet when it happened, she giggled with pleasure saying, “That’s my man. Thank you so much. You have no idea how special that was for me.”
She then whispered, “Let me just stay with you like this a little longer? Ok? You feel so wonderful inside me. I’M dripping with your cum. It tingles and feels so good. And the fullness of you… It’s just… Just so… Special.”
I nodded and she rested her head on my shoulder again, shifting herself down a little, which was driving me deeper into her. When she settled, she asked, “Ok?”
I stroked her hair, back and shoulders as I responded softly, “Ok.” Then we both drifted off to sleep for a short while longer before getting the show on the road to finishing off a rather productive week with one more busy yet satisfyingly fruitful day.