I’m home finally from a business trip out of town and join her in bed. So, my wife whispers to me that she thinks she dreamt about him again last night.
He’s a friend of ours who travels a lot for his job and is very independent, confident, intelligent, and interesting in a kind of rough unkept way. He is in and out of town often and visits frequently unannounced when he is back in town.
Her whispered comment seemed a little groggy as she woke to kiss me hello, with my realization that dreams often can leave you with a sense of reality that can seem like an actual life experience. She has dreamt about him before, but she said last night’s dream was so real it was particularly overwhelming for her and admitted that it was so much so that she had succumb to it as a reality.
She always seems to have the most vivid sex dreams when I am away on business, like I was yesterday. The dream started with her home after work and looked down to find that she was wearing a thin light cotton, vivid floral, cross-front dress. She says in her dream she had arrived home and removed her bra and her panties, put on the dress and changed into her sexy summer sandals. She says that she was very aware of the sensation of the fabric on her nipples, making them hard and tingly. Her dress puffed out enough that her breasts and nipples were easily visible from the side she noticed as she looked at herself in the mirror, no matter, she was home alone and feeling a bit sexy.
Then the doorbell began ringing. She said she felt a bit shy and embarrassed but excitedly dared herself to go to the door hoping something interesting would happen.
She opened the door and there he was. She says that she felt strangely shy, but she felt a flush rising up from her neck into her cheeks. She stammered a greeting although she can’t remember a thing she said until later in the evening. Her whole body felt hot and shivered with energy as she stood aside to let him come into the house. After she shut the door, there were several seconds where they just stood looking at each other. She could see his eyes following the line of her black hair, taking in the curves of her body under the dress and her smooth legs.
Suddenly she realizes he must be seeing her almost all of her breasts as they stood more or less side by side and could feel her nipple harden pushing her dress even more open for his view.
The way she talks about it, like it was so real, she retraces every little detail and as she describes the effect of his gaze on her body, her breath catches in her throat as tells me about his trip into her dream.She tells me they both find themselves in the kitchen, and before she realizes what is happening, he is picking her up completely off the floor hugging her, as he often does even when I am there, but in the dream, he then lowers her and he pressing her against the counter, kissing her hard on her moist red painted lips.
In the dream it felt so natural and real as if it was a fantasy fulfilled that she was unaware of and that existed deep within her.