Dreams (Paranormal erotic romance)

by Dee Dawning

  New Dawning International Bookfair

  Presents

  Dreams

  An erotic love story

  by

  Dee Dawning

  Copyright © 2010 Dee Dawning

  Published by New Dawning Bookfair at Smashwords

  Chapter One

  She stared at him with her beautiful, aqua blue, siren-like eyes. When the next song played—a slow, dreamy song—he looped his arms around her, his hands joining at the delightful sway of her back just above her sweet behind. Sighing, she snuggled in close, her breasts pushing against his ribs. Rather than dancing, they remained stationary, their feet lifting slightly to the beat as they swayed to the music. Her chin lay upon the lapel of his sports coat and her forehead rested against his cheek. Her lips—those beautiful full red lips—nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her warm breath filling him with a plethora of carnal urges.

  Their bodies melded together in erotic perfection. The inevitable friction of their dancing aroused the erogenous areas of their bodies and sent warm fuzzy sensations to his maleness. His erection was obvious—she had to know it. His lips journeyed down to hers. Taking advantage of the momentary separation, his hand adjusted his manhood upward for comfort at the moment their lips met. His tongue traced the seam between her lips searching for the combination to gain entrance. She trembled when his wet tongue slipped between her lips and embraced hers. With his tongue swirling over hers, he pushed his hardness into her abdomen.

  Did she push back? He thrust again. Her moan tickled his tongue as she pushed back into his hardness. Soon, pressing into each other at three second intervals, he slipped a hand from around her and grasped a single breast. She gasped and broke the kiss. The heat in her eyes was palpable. He nearly fainted when, without warning, she grasped him through his slacks and squeezed. So good—it felt so fucking good.

  While he watched, a sensuous, but coy smile formed on her lips. Her other hand traced around his neck and pulled his ear closer to her mouth. The warmth of her breath in his ear sent erotic messages to his swelling pride. She squeezed his cock and purred in his ear, "I want you so bad. Please make love to me."

  Mitch's eyes widened. "Where?"

  Her eyes twinkled, reflecting the stage lights. Her wide smile turned from coy to naughty. "You're the man. You decide. I just want this." She squeezed him tighter. "Buried inside me."

  "My apartment?"

  Her long, soft, reddish brown hair lagged behind her gorgeous face when her head shook earnestly. "That would take too long." Her eyes seemed to plead as her strident voice mellowed, "Let me clarify what I said. I want this." His rigid cock pushed back when once more she squeezed it hard. "I want this prick—your prick—buried in me, right now!"

  She must have sensed his confusion for she continued, "How about the men's or ladies room, or what about the kitchen? It's one thirty, the kitchen's been closed for three hours. Other than the band and the help there're only a handful of people here. I'll bet we could find a neat place to make love in there."

  When he didn't answer, she took his hand. "C'mon, let's go see."

  Mitchell's hand slammed the off button on the alarm clock. He shook the cobwebs out of his mind and tried to digest what happened. The dream again. Same setting, same gorgeous woman—a woman named Charli—whom he'd never met. What the eff, is going on? He wished he knew. He also wished he knew Charli. Those legs, that ass, that perfect face. She was fun, sensuous, glamorous, sexy and stunning. Pure delight to be around.

  Is she a figment of my imagination—a vision of my perfect woman or a real living, breathing, flesh and blood enchantress.

  Damn, it was five-thirty, time to get up and go through the usual daily Junior-partner routine. Better start with a shower. In only one hour Evan will be waiting for him at the racquetball courts. And we don't want to keep him waiting.

  Evan glanced at his watch. "You're late."

  "Only three minutes."

  "If Paul Revere had been three minutes late, he never would have notified the militia in time and we'd all be speaking English."

  "We speak English, anyway."

  Ev frowned, then brightened. "With an accent."

  "Sorry, Ev. I keep having this dream about a sexy woman and it distracts me so much it takes a few minutes to get back to reality."

  As usual Evan served first and aced it. "Sexy dreams huh! Tell me more."

  He frowned, surprised by Ev's unexpected interest. "It all started in a Starbucks. I was sitting down—"

  Evan served again—another damn ace. Buck up Mitchell.

  Evan probed, "Go on, I'm listening."

  "Yes, I'm sitting down and the place is jammed. You know how those places get around ten."

  Evan served again and this time Mitchell managed to return and win the volley.

  Evan said, "Good one. Starbucks was jammed, go on."

  He shook his head. "I can't talk and play. Why don't I tell you in the locker room?"

  "Good match Mitch. You're getting better."

  "Thanks Ev."

  "You're not holding back are you?"

  "Of course not."

  "Good. I want your 'A' game. Now, finish telling about this recurring dream."

  "Sure. Like I said, the place is packed when this dazzling creature walks in and gets in line. Mesmerized, I couldn't take my eyes from her. That's why I noticed the couple times she snuck a glance; her lips seemed to resist the formation of a smile."

  "You paint a hell of a picture, Mitch. Get to the point. Did you meet her and more importantly, did you fuck her?"

  He shook his head. "Not yet. Each dream has us getting more romantically involved and in the last dream we were looking for a place to make love."

  Ev chuckled. "Well, that's your problem. You've been working so hard lately, you haven't got laid. You just need some good old T&A and I have just the lady for you. Her name is Trixie. She's blond and cute. For only two-fifty she'd suck your pipes clean and fuck your brains out. One hour with this little whore and you'd be a new man." He reached in his wallet, pulled out a card and handed it to him. "I don't need this card anymore." He chuckled. "Her number is embedded into my mind."

  He studied the card.

  Sensuous Sessions, Escort Service,

  Trixie Best, contractor

  While putting the card in his wallet, Ev waved goodbye. "I've got to go. I'll see you at the office.

  * * * *

  Char set her coffee cup down. "I tell you Linda, No living man is as handsome as this guy. It's like he's a god or an angel."

  Linda moved her pursed lips to the left and raised her gaze skyward. Shaking her head slightly, she asked what she already knew. "Your dream lover?"

  "Ah-huh. We were almost lovers last night except the damned alarm woke me."

  "All you've ever told me about him is he has long, wavy, dark hair. Describe him for me?"

  A dreamy smile formed on her face. "Oh Linda, How do you describe the perfect man."

  "Try."

  "He's over six feet, lean but muscular. His eyes are the color of robin's eggs but deeper. His lips are thin, very masculine. He has perfect white teeth and his smile gives me gooseflesh. His nose is straight, Romanesque with a slight flare at his nostrils and Lin…he has a cleft chin." She paused, her eyes glancing up left then right as if she was thinking. Then suddenly her gaze returned to Linda and she sat up. "Oh yeah, I forgot. His hands and feet are…large. She giggled."

  So did Linda who went on to say, "Ummm. He does sound perfect. What else would you expect from a god or and angel. Now tell me about your dream?"

  Char got excited all over. "Gladly. We went into the restaurant kitchen to make love, but a custodi
an was cleaning in there. So we went into the handicap stall of the ladies room. It was perfect. He pulled my strap over my shoulder and pushed my bodice just under my breasts effectively pushing them up. Lin, they were practically begging to be sucked. Then, just as he wrapped his gorgeous lips around my right nipple—bzzzzz, the frigging alarm goes off and Mitchell's beautiful face evanesces."

  Linda smiled that sarcastic little smile she's known for. "Saved by the bzzzz." She snickered.

  "It's not funny. More like thwarted by the bzzzz. This man has me seriously horny. In three lousy nights he has me climbing the walls. I can't believe how sexual I've become. Right from the start in Starbucks, he had me drooling. There I was with my tray and no empty tables. But there were empty chairs and I brazenly waltzed right up to his table and plunked my fine behind down right next to him."

  She laughed. "Yes, it's amazing what you can do in a dream that you couldn't do in real life."

  "You got that right. I was going to fuck him in a ladies room stall on our first date. And Linda?"

  She lifted her cup up. "What?" she said before taking a sip.

  "I initiated it. I grabbed his thing and squeezed him. Then I said I wanted him inside me and this all happened less than sixteen hours—dream time—from the moment I met him. Can you imagine me doing that in real life?"

  She smiled and shook her head. "Miss goody two shoes? No I can't." She snickered. "The penetrating question is will Char find intimacy with Mitch in the ladies room. Stay tuned for installment four of Char's dreamy affair?"

  She couldn't help but smile. "Actually, I can't wait for act four. Each morning I woke up, I had to take the edge off before I could function. Lin, I'm getting so horny, Harvey is beginning to look good to me."

  Taking a sip of her coffee, she accidentally spit some out at Char's surprise announcement. "Naw. Harvey? Never!" Her nostrils flared. "Isn't he gay?"

  Char shook her head. "I don't think so—just effeminate."

  "So tell me, what do you think? Is Mitchell a figment that you imagine to be your perfect mate or is he for real, a living breathing dreamboat waiting for you to find him?"

  Char laughed. "It would be wonderful if it were the latter wouldn't it?"

  "You never know. It might be worth looking for him."

  Char's brows furrowed, but she was interested. "How would I go about it? After all, we're in a city of millions."

  "Oops, we've been here twenty-six minutes. Our fifteen minute break is up. Last time we overstayed our break, Ralphy gave me grief. Let me think about it and I'll come to your office with some ideas."

  * * * *

  "Hello?" A sultry feminine voice said nasally with a New York accent.

  "Hi, My name is Mitchell Carlson. I got your card from Evan Krause."

  "Oh, Evan. Hi Mitchell, what can I do for you?" She snickered. "More to the point what can I do to you?" She giggled.

  Maybe this is a mistake. "Ah, I've been feeling a little tense lately and Evan said you could straighten me right up."

  She laughed, "If you're like Evan I can. My mouth gets him straight in no time and then we get down to business. Is that what you're after?"

  His penis began to stir. "Maybe, how would this work. Do I come to your place?"

  "Oh, no! I would come to you, wherever you are."

  "Hmm. Do you ever do massages?"

  "Oh sure, I do great massages. As personal as you want. That's how I got in this business. Would you like me to come over?"

  He was actually getting hard. "I'm thinking about it. I've heard some escorts dress up for the clients."

  She snickered again. "You mean role playing. Yeah, I do that for fifty extra. What do you have in mind? Schoolgirl, teacher, nurse—"

  "No, nothing like that. I've been having this dream about a sexy woman and I'd like you to look like her. How tall are you?"

  "Five six, weight one-twenty, measurements: thirty-four, twenty-four, thirty-five with a C cup. Blue, sorta green eyes and blonde hair."

  He was hard as a board. "That's perfect."

  "Anything else you'd like to know, Mitchy witchy?"

  He rubbed himself through his slacks. "Y-yes. Do you happen to have a long-haired, reddish brown wig?"

  "I have auburn, will that do."

  "I think so."

  "When do you want to do this? I'm booked up through tomorrow, but I'm free, I mean open after eleven Friday. I'm never free." She cackled.

  "Wow, I had no idea you'd be so busy."

  "I'm busy 'cause I'm good and hot. Let me look at my calendar. I'm two weeks out for early evening. We can squeeze an afternoon session in this afternoon if you'd like?"

  "No, I'm working. I guess midnight Friday would be okay."

  "It's a date. Where do I go?"

  Chapter Two

  Mitchell recited his address for Trixie, hung up and went back to work just as Evan walked in. He sat in a chair opposite Mitch, crossed his left leg over the right and scratched his cheek. "I've been thinking about your dream, Mitch."

  He looked up and stared. "Yes."

  "Do you think it could be some kind of sign?"

  Mitch lifted his hand to his chin, rubbing the underside with his thumb, "That's what I've been wondering."

  "Well, if it is, you should do something about it."

  "Like what?"

  "Mitch, Mitch, Mitch. That's why you're still a junior partner instead of a full partner. You have to be pro-active."

  "Oh. I thought it was because no one has made partner in less than two years and this is my first year. That's what you told me."

  He scratched his thin hair. "That, too, now here's a short list of what you should do." He handed Mitch a post it with four things scribbled in his incomparably poor penmanship.

  Thank goodness, he had a pharmacist friend and gotten his take on how to decipher Ev's hieroglyphics six months ago. Mitch had received two promotions since then. In order to display his prowess in deciphering Evan's coded messages, he read the list aloud, "Read personals and place ad. Check online dating services. Patronize various Starbucks in search of the lovely lady. Visit psychic, fortune teller extraordinaire, Madam Soriano on Canal Street."

  Ev grinned. "What do you think?"

  He shook his head and made a clicking sound with his mouth and tongue. "Why didn't I think of that?"

  "You're getting there, I can see the growth in you each day. With my help you'll be a top tier ad man in no time, which is the main reason I'm here. It seems we've dropped the ball with our brand new client, the up and coming women's fashion designer and manufacturer, Comely Creations. Our ad campaign is a week behind. Could you take it over and bail us out?"

  "Sure. Let me have what's been done and I'll finish it up."

  A funny look evolved on Ev's angular face and he suddenly found the ceiling interesting. "That's part of the problem. When we got the account three weeks ago, no one bothered to assign it."

  Wide eyed and open mouthed Mitchell jumped up. "What!"

  "Calm down, It's not due until the end of the week."

  He knew he should, but he couldn't calm down. "Are you crazy? This is Wednesday."

  That got Ev's attention. He flashed an angry look as he stared at him. "Now just a minute. No one's crazy. It's unfortunate the file got overlooked, but we'll deal with it. Here're the files C.C furnished us when we got the contract. Under the circumstances, I want you working on this full time. If you want to work at home, I think with the extra time it would afford you, it's a good idea. Your contact at C.C. is lead fashion designer, Miss C.J. Macklin. I suggest you get to work." As Ev turned and walked to the door, He slid over to his drawing board. As he opened the file, Ev incentivized him. "Save our butts on this one Mitch and I'll recommended you for partnership."

  * * * *

  When they returned from their coffee break, Ralph walked in. Though she expected him to censure her for the twenty-six minute break they'd taken, he never mentioned it. Instead he leaned both hands on her desk, and ad
vised her, "Expect a call from a new guy at Seaboard Advertising."

  Her eyes widened then narrowed. "A new guy? They're supposed to give a presentation in three days."

  "Maybe that's why a new guy has it. Stay on it, will you? His name is Carlson. Wilson Carlson."

  "Absolutely, I'll give Mr. Carlson a call right now."

  No sooner had Ralph left than Linda came in. "Here's what I think."

  She handed her a letter sized sheet of paper, sat in the chair facing her, leaned back and crossed her left leg over her right.

  She glanced at the paper. It was a typed note with the heading, 'Finding Mr. Right.' Cute she thought as her eyes scrolled down.

  Check with witch doctor. Suggest Madam Soriano, Fortune Teller and mystic.

  Read newspaper personals and place personal ad.

  Check all Starbucks periodically. Ask if they know anyone named Mitch.

  Check for your dreamboat on internet dating services.

  Take an elevator to the top of the Empire State Building and yell as loud as you can, "Mitch, I love you!"

  She hoped Linda didn't see the roll of her eyes.

  Linda waited expectantly. "Well. What do you think?"

  Char was afraid of that. "Ah, all solid ideas. Especially, the last one."

  Linda frowned. "That was a joke."

  "I know. I'm sorry. If I had the time I'd give it a go, but as you know with the fashion show being next week and our new fall line coming out the following week, I just don't have the time."

  "Well I do. Give the list back and I'll see what I can find out."

  Char handed the list back to Linda.

  Linda took and folded it. "Now, you're sure his name is Mitchell?"

  She shrugged. "That's what he told me."

  "In the dream?"

  "What else?"

  "And he didn't say his last name?"