A Dream_(0)

I have this dream that I am in my office. I was supposed to have the day off,

but as usual, I and the rest of my office was called in. However, I have

promised to take you to the symphony, so you know that I'll have the problem

fixed in no time. I know how much you love to feel the music thrumming through your body. I know how listening to the Pops gets you all wound up.

I am bent over my keyboard, when a sudden silence causes me to look up. All eyes

in the room beyond are turned toward the entrance, which I can't see from my

desk. Next, I hear slow measured taps of heels on hardwood. A large grin spreads

across my face as I check my watch. Yep, it's time! I hear the taps getting

louder until your standing in front of my open office door. My eyes run

approvingly over your figure as I get up to greet you.

You lean against the doorjamb in your new dress. It is a full length

form-filling white sequined gown. The bodice is heart shaped and rides low upon

your breasts, leaving my co-workers with no doubt about the wealth of treasure

hidden underneath. Around your throat is a jeweled collar with sparkling straps

that appear to be holding your dress up. Your hair is piled sensuously atop your

head in a sleek twist.

"Hello Lover," you purr.

I walk around my desk and you turn slightly to follow me with your eyes. The

movement directs my attention to your legs and I notice for the first time that

the dress is slit up to the hips on both sides, exposing your long legs and

three-inch heels to my admiring gaze. As I near you, you bring forward the

garment bag dangling from one manicured finger. Reaching for it, I slide my

other hand around your body to pull you close for a kiss. Your arms eagerly

encircle me and you lean into me. I raise my eyebrow when my hand encounters

nothing but the bare skin of your back. Hooking the garment bag over the door, I

turn you around let out a low wolf-whistle. It is quite obvious that the jeweled

collar IS the only thing holding the dress up. There is no back at all! The

dress meets low on the curve of your bottom, and a quick stroke of my finger

assures you that there is no room for pesky underwear underneath.

The men of my office move closer, obviously angling for an introduction, but you

ignore them. I am the object of your adoration! I pull you into my office,

lowering the blinds and shutting the door behind us. I allow my curious hands to

slide up your stocking-clad thighs and cup your naked ass through the slits on

the sides of the gown.

"Oh baby!" I groan, "We'll never make it to the symphony now!"

You chuckle low in your throat. "Yes, we will, Duncan. You promised!"

I sigh, letting my hands drop from your firm flesh, and reach for the garment

bag. The tux was a present from you. It is tailor-made and fits like a glove. Within minutes I look like I just stepped off the pages of GQ. You slink over to me (a dress like this requires that you slink, not walk) and kiss me passionately. My teasing fingers trace the line of the dress and you step back. As I open the door to the office, you slip your arm through mine. Just as you suspect, my co-workers are not far from the door-no doubt listening for something juicy. For a moment, you are tempted to oblige them, until you see the stampede of women coming our way! You tighten your possessive hold on my arm.

My female co-workers have seen me dressed in a variety of ways, but never like

this. That tux does things to my form that should be illegal in all fifty

states! Where we could have ignored my fellow males, the addition of ladies

clamoring for my attention brings out my gentlemanly instincts. You're caught

trying to make polite small talk with women who can't take their eyes off me

long enough to look at you! Smiling tightly, you slide your arm around my back

and lean closer. You are trying not to look like the jealous witch we both

secretly know you are.

I make the introductions and you try not to glare at the pretty Christy I have

lunch with occasionally her eyes laugh at you and I knowingly kiss your ear. You

remind me of our tickets and we leave both conscious of the longing eyes

following us.

The symphony was an electrifying experience. In our private box, no one noticed

you stroking my delicious hard-on through my slacks. Hopefully, they were

equally oblivious that my encircling arm ends with my hand under your bodice,

caressing your hard nipples. We enjoy the music, but we enjoy the rising

anticipation and each other more!

We must have broken several land speed records getting home! We didn't even make

it into the bedroom! We are in the dining room when I finally figure out the

single clasp of the jeweled collar and watch with appreciation as the gown

slithers down your humming body. My jacket and studs fly across the room and

your eager hands are struggling with my zipper. I laugh and push your fumbling

hands away. I deftly undo them and they pool down around my ankles. You quickly

drop down on your knees in front of me and pull off my shoes. I kick them free

of my remaining clothes.

I, as usual, have other plans. I am too excited for a mere suck-off. I want to

feel your pulsating passage clinching around me. I pull on your hair until you

stand up. Regretfully, you let my long, hot, hard, extremely think staff slide

out of your mouth. I turn you around and push. Off balance on your high heels,

you fall over the dinner table. I step behind you and, with no further ado, slam

onto you. Your breast rubs against the unyielding table.

"Duncan!" You scream "Duncan! DUNCAN! OH MY GOD!"

You arch your back and lift your hips against my hands, taking me deeper into

you with each massive thrust. You grab the sides of the table and push back hard

against me until you can feel my mighty tool touch your hungry womb! I lean

forward nipping at the sexy skin of your back that has been teasing me all

night. You explode around me, screaming! You cum and cum and cum!!!!

I keep pounding into you over and over again. WILL I NEVER CUM?!!? In. Out.

Harder. Deeper. Longer than ever before. I thrust into you like I'm never going

to stop! You cum again. Finally, you feel me jerk out of rhythm and you know I

am ready. You push hard against me and I lift you clear off your feet! My own

back is arched with tension and you feel me hit your womb like a jackhammer! I

groan heavily.

"MY SWEET LOVE!!" I cry.

You are so turned on that just the sound of my horse voice calling out to you

sends you over one last, almost painful time. I collapse over your back,

squashing you against the table. We are both breathing too hard to care.

"God Duncan! I'm going to make you take me to the symphony more often!"

I laugh weakly and slowly stand up. You try to follow my example, but your legs

are shaking too hard to hold your weight. I laugh harder this time and sweep you

up in my arms. Once there you find I am almost as spent as you are. I stagger

into the bedroom and dump you unceremoniously onto the bed. You bounce and roll

across the sheet, barely stopped from going over the edge by the dip of the

mattress as I fall in after you. You have just enough energy to kick off your

heels before rolling over to my side and pillowing your breast against my ribs.

You kiss my nipples as you slip into dreamland.