As he kissed his way down her quivering body, she waited with anticipation for the bliss he gave so readily. Eyes closed, she began to grow impatient as more seconds passed without the warm, firm pressure of his tongue on her clit. Looking down, she was wrenched from her state of pure pleasure by the alarming scene unfolding in front of her. Slowly but perceptibly, the features of her lover were fading away. Second by second, inches of his olive skin and soft muscle were lost to her, and as the all-too-familiar buzzing in the room rose to an irritating degree, she realised with disappointment that, of course, she was dreaming.
Wrenching herself from the warm sanctuary of her bed, she padded across the room to the source of the intruding alarm. 5:30 am. Still dark, naturally, and as usual she was up before the building’s heating system. Having conquered the first hurdle of the day, she resisted the temptation of slumping back into bed and headed instead to the shower, all the time thinking of him- what else?
Imaginary or not, the electrifying touch of his skin on hers still lingered as she worked her shampoo into a lather and let it run down her soft curves. It felt like sabotage, that dream. Almost every night for what seemed like forever, her mind gave her a tantalising glimpse of what life could be. Then, without fail and at varying but always inopportune moments, she was yanked back to reality and forced to face the fact that he wasn’t hers, and never could be. Not only had she fallen for a colleague, that colleague happened to be a married man, and Amber Ellis was no homewrecker.
She rinsed her guilty thoughts along with the suds and enjoyed the comforting sting of the too-hot water for a few more moments before throwing herself into the real world. Amber twisted her shoulder-length auburn hair into a towel and headed back to her modest but comfortable bedroom.
After catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror, she stopped and appraised her strong, curvy body. Even before puberty, she had been at odds with her physical self, and her teens and early twenties were spent wracked with insecurity and the constant guilt that comes with yo-yo dieting. Now, at 28, she was determined to cut herself some slack. Even if she couldn’t quite love herself yet, she was doing her best to appreciate the appeal of her powerful thighs, full hips, softly undulating tummy and, her personal favourite, her full, perky breasts. Her dark pink nipples stood to attention in the cool air, which gave her skin a healthy flush. It wasn’t possible, of course, but she could almost see the traces left by his hot breath. As she idly followed his journey from mouth, to tits, to tummy, a familiar ache rose inside her. It was only 5:45, she thought, and she’d only be distracted all day if she didn’t tend to her own needs.
She lay on the bed and let her hand wander down through her well-tended pubic hair to her delicate pussy. Already wet, she wasted no time delving a finger into herself, using the wetness to massage her aching clit. Her solo fun was nothing compared to those dreams, or even just the kick she felt when he was a little too close, but she knew what she liked, and was enough for now. After a few minutes of alternating between rubbing her clit and pushing past her labia and deeper past her entrance, her breathing became ragged and her motions became more firm and rhythmical. Playing back the familiar dream in crystal detail, she came hard and fast, gritting her teeth and letting out a tortured moan. 6:00 already; time to get dressed and head off to work, filled with the anticipation of a day spent with Mark.
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