Sweet Dreams

“Sweet Dreams”
By
Amber Holt

December 7, 2006

ONE:

It had been a long, hard day for Diane. People didn’t realize that being a paralegal could be a stressful job. By the time she arrived home and had a light dinner, she was more than ready to relax. She decided to take a long, hot soak and turn in early.

She went through the bedroom, into the adjoining bathroom, and began to draw herself a bath in her garden tub. She poured a little vanilla scented bubble bath into her water. The delicious aroma was already beginning to relax her. “I need an extra stress relief”, she thought, as she lit her vanilla candles. She dimmed her bathroom light and enjoyed the glow from the candles. “Perfect”, she thought.

Diane took her favorite powder blue, silk chemise, and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. As her water continued to run, she turned down her bed, which looked so inviting. The tub was nearly full, so she turned off the water and began to undress.

She left her long red hair pinned up in the French twist she had worn all day, so as to not get it wet in the tub. She kicked off her heels and began unbuttoning her blouse. She shrugged her shoulders as she removed her blouse, revealing her lavender lace bra. Boy, was she ever tense. She stretched, reached behind her back, and unhooked her lacy bra. Letting it fall to the floor, she exposed the most beautiful breasts ever – high, firm, and with perky, pink nipples. “What a relief to be out of that thing”, she thought, as she cupped her breasts and let them fall.

Diane reached behind herself and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. She let her skirt slip down to her ankles and stepped out of it, revealing her lavender lace thong, garter belt, and stockings.

She walked over to the tub and put her foot on the edge. She unhooked the garters from her stocking, and began to roll her stocking slowly and gently down her silky thigh. She worked her stocking over her delicate knee and down her shapely calf, to her tiny toes, and tugged it off. She lifted her other leg and rolled that stocking down as well.

“Finally”, she thought, as she reached behind her and unhooked her garter belt. She knew that pantyhose would be much more practical, but her stockings made her feel so feminine and sexy that she couldn’t resist them. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she slipped off her thong, exposing a fine red down. She tossed it amongst the pile of clothes and began to step into her bath.

Her pink polished toes slipped through the bubbles, down into her warm, fragrant water. “Oh, but that felt so good”, she thought, as she stepped into the tub. She eased her curvaceous body down into her own personal oasis, letting out a sigh of relief.

Diane reached for her sea sponge, and began wringing the fragrant water over her shoulders. It felt so soothing, and was beginning to relax her tense muscles. She could feel the warm water run down her chest, caressing the tips of her nipples. She was beginning to melt under the bath’s influence.

She lifted a curvy leg out of the water and into the air. She wrung the water from her sponge out on her foot, and let in run down her calf, her knee, and down to her shapely thigh. She giggled as the bubbles began to tickle her all over. She was definitely becoming transformed.

A few moments of this wonderful experience, and all the day’s stresses had melted away from her. She raised herself up and began to rinse the bubbles off her with her sponge. The water trickled down her body in rivulets, gently rinsing off the bubbles. The rivulets traced a path down her chest, skimming her nipples, rolling down her stomach and hips, and merging into a trail that teased at the very center of her. Totally relaxed, she stepped out to dry off.

Diane reached for the oversized Egyptian cotton towel, and began patting herself down. The velvety softness of the cotton almost felt like a lover’s caress. She massaged herself with some vanilla scented body lotion, further relaxing her lithe body. She unpinned her hair, shook her head, and let her coppery mane fall free from the day. Cleansed, silky smooth, and perfumed, she slipped into her chemise, blew out the candles, and headed towards her bedroom.

She slipped under the covers, and before long, was sound asleep.



TWO:

He came to Diane again that night. He slipped like a thief across her bedroom, the big full moon gleaming through the window, down upon her. He gently sat on the edge of her bed, beside her. As he watched her sleep, he lightly swept an errant strand of red hair back from her cheek. She let out her breath slightly and gave a little twitch. He lightly kissed her lips, then her cheek, then whispered “Diane” into her ear.

Diane could hear her name being called, as if from a far away place. She had recognized that voice, so rugged and arousing. She also sensed that familiar tingle and rush of excitement from so many times before. She had longed that he would come to her again. As it turned out, her longing was to be fulfilled. She shifted in her sleep, letting out a little sigh of anticipation.

The Dream Man placed a trail of kisses along Diane’s neck and shoulders, his hot breath caressing her velvety skin. He lightly traced her pulse points with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, leaving a moist trail that sent a wave of goose bumps all across her body. She tossed a little in her sleep, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

He stopped and turned the covers back from her, slowly and gently, so as to not wake her. He traced his finger slowly down her shoulder onto her breast, circling her hardening nipple. She let out a mewl like a little kitten. “Yes, Diane” sighed the Dream Man.

The Dream Man led his fingertip across Diane’s chest, to her other breast. He began tracing a lazy circle around that nipple, causing it to harden as well. She let out another little mewl, this one more like a tiny growl. “Soon, my Dear” whispered the Dream Man.

He cupped her breasts through the silky fabric of her chemise, giving them a gentle squeeze, before he slid his hands lovingly down her body. Then, he whispered, “Show me, Diane.”

Diane arched her back slightly, letting a little “Mmmmm” escape her lips. She raised her hands and cupped her breasts through the silky fabric, giving them a gentle massage. “Yes, Diane, more”, said the Dream Man. She ran the tips of her fingers over her hardened nipples, before she took them between her fingers, giving them each a gentle pinch. She turned her head to the side, sighing out in pleasure. “Oh, my dear Diane” sighed the Dream Man.

The Dream Man began gently tracing his finger in slow, lazy circles down towards Diane’s hips. She began swaying her hips back and forth, like a tree in the wind, and rubbing her thighs together, like an amorous cricket. All the while, gentle moans escaped her luscious lips. The Dream Man pinned the hem of Diane’s short gown nimbly between his fingertips, slowly raising it to her waist.

The Dream Man took Diane’s hand in his, gave her a kiss on the back of her hand, and whispered “Yes, Diane, now.” She knew what to expect, and parted her legs. The Dream Man slowly traced her trembling hand down between her legs, placing it on her wet warmth. Diane drew her breath in at the sensation. “Oh please, Diane, show me, show me.”

She slowly ran the tip of her finger along the edges of her wet, silky lips. She slowly and lazily traced her inner self, her heart racing, her breathing heavy. The Dream Man crouched on the corner of the bed, enamored by her. He watched, mesmerized by her, as she continued to pleasure herself. He adored the way that she gently rocked her hips and the way her breathing came in short little gasps.

The Dream Man could sense her heightened passion. He also longed to experience her grand release. “Oh please, now, Diane”, he begged. She drew her wet finger up to her hardened tip. She gently circled on and around it, her body tensing, her hips rocking in perfect rhythm, and cat-like cries coming from deep in her throat. Suddenly, she threw her head back, arched her back, drew her knees up, and sighed aloud. “Yes, yes, my sweet”, said her Dream Man, with great passion in his voice, as he kissed her on the cheek. He placed a long-stemmed, yellow rose on her nightstand and whispered, “You will always be mine, Diane” before he slipped out of her bedroom like the breeze.

Diane woke in a light sweat, with her breath coming fast, and her heart racing. She also had the distinct warmth and tingle of a recent release of passion, and could feel a wetness between her legs. She felt a chill, and then noticed that she had somehow gotten uncovered. She reached for the covers, pulled them back up, and smiled with the delight of a child. Her Dream Man had come. She snuggled under the covers, beaming, wondering who her Dream Man was.

Diane woke the next morning to a great surprise…a yellow rose on her nightstand.

“I wonder where that came from?” she queried, most bewildered.