Wet Dreams And Damsel In The Office

It was just another day I woke up to, with vivid memories of the dream I just had. It was, in some sense, similar to what I have been dreaming for a couple of days now. All these visions had one thing in common – I was having passionate sex with the same girl.

I could remember my fingers caressing her curves, her sweet voice moaning my name, the taste of her lips and the scent of her hair.

In each dream, I was having a truly sensual experience with this heavenly angel on different occasions. One time it was in an apartment, the other time it was on a beach, and yet another time it was in a big Jacuzzi. What was frustrating though, was the fact that I never really knew what she looked like. Not until now, at least..

I rushed towards the elevator doors that were just about to close. I never knew that day was filled with surprises. I had to present a demo of the POC I was working on and I was already late.

Just as I stepped into the elevator mentally preparing for what I was going to say, the sweet smell of jasmine flavoured perfume hit me up. It did not take me much time to realize that the scent was coming from a fair girl who was standing next to me.

The girl wore a sleeveless pink top, with her silky smooth hair falling over her shoulders. With her head bent down and eyes glued to her phone, I could see her right foot slightly tapping the floor. All I wished was that we got out on the same floor, and the Lord did grant me this wish.

The presentation was received well, though my manager had to make that customary fuss. After listening to his lecture on what we should do and what we should not, all I needed was a cup of hot tea with a pinch of cardamom.

As I proceeded to the cafeteria to fill my cup, I was lucky to find that same girl at the vending machine! This time though, my eyes would notice more of her. Her legs and calves were fit, indicating that she must have worked out well to keep them so.

As I slowly lifted my gaze, my eyes would fix themselves on her tushy. It was pear-shaped and wide, just below the hips. The fat at those right places accentuated her curves. All I could think of was moving my fingers over every corner of that butt cheek and squeezing it till I heard a sweet moan.

I was eyeing that heavenly ass until she turned and noticed me watching her crotch. It took me a few seconds to realize and by the time I would lift my head, I could clearly see her eyebrows frowning. She went past me with her eyebrows still frowning and all I could do was sheepishly smile. The devil had his way that day and I couldn’t meet her again.

A week had passed and as I was walking down the corridor, I found that familiar figure approaching me from the other end. The gait indicated it was not that of an ordinary girl, but it belonged to a damsel from heaven. The shape of her body against the sunlight from the other end of the corridor resembled that of an hourglass.

I noticed how her waist swayed from one side to the other, as she came closer to me. This in itself was so mesmerizing that I forgot to look up once again. And when I did, it was the same frowning face that met me.

I decided not to smile this time, but just gaze into her eyes as deeply as ever. Her expressions did not change and she moved away. I could not help but look behind to notice her beautiful ass jiggling as she went ahead and turned around the corner. To say that I was high, would be an understatement. I could feel this fire inside me that had been ignited.

Coming back to my dreams, the visions I used to have before only involved me and the girl in some sort of passionate act.

In one dream, I would kiss her breasts and could feel her fingers run through my hair; and in another dream, she would sit on my lap and say how good she felt while biting my ear.

My hands would squeeze her ass and I would move my fingers between her butt cheeks. Every now and then I would try to push my finger inside her wet asshole and she would moan my name, bite my neck and hug me tightly.

With every passing day, these dreams would intensify. One such dream had left a very fond memory and I cannot let go without penning it down.

It was a bright morning while I and my dream girl were by a pool with our bodies intertwined on a lounge chair. The sun was shining on our naked bodies and we were lying on our sides facing each other.

My girl had her arms wrapped around my head while I had wrapped her body between my legs. While my hand would caress the soft mounds of her ass, I would move my toe over her legs. My dick was hard and inside her wet love hole. I would slowly gyrate my hips while she would move her wet tongue over my lips and bit my cheek.

As the soft winds covered our bodies like a blanket, our lust for each other increased. I would move my hips faster while she would move her waist closer. With each passing second, we would enjoy the other’s body till we hit a big wet climax. The juice from my sugar cane had filled her honey pot.

Just as these dreams intensified, so did my passion for the office darling. Each time we passed by each other, I would gaze into her eyes. Her frowning eyebrows were now showing curiosity.

To be continued.