Good Vibrations Magazine

She had that dream again. Those amazing blue eyes with little crinkles around the outsides were still clear in her mind as she groaned and shut off the alarm, dragging herself back to consciousness. Although it was a great dream, it always left Katie unsatisfied, longing for more.
She was at her desk working on a legal brief when he walked by her office door. He looked so good that the killer argument she was formulating just vanished. He stopped, walked back a few steps and looked in. “Hey there. Glad to see you found all your clothes,” he said with a smile that made his blue eyes twinkle. She blushed, trying to think of something to say. He stepped into her office and closed the door.
The office furniture seemed to melt away; her bookcase became a stand of trees, her desk was now a meadow of wildflowers, her couch transformed itself into a rustic bed with fat pillows and gauzy linen fluttering in a soft breeze. Ryan was still there, but he as he walked toward her his suit melted into khaki shorts and a white shirt that was unbuttoned, showing off his well-muscled chest. She felt like she’d stepped into an Impressionist painting. The colors were so vibrant she could almost feel them.
When Ryan reached her, she slipped her hands inside his shirt, feeling the hairs on his chest tickle her fingertips. She reveled in the feel of his hands touching her hair, her face. His lips were soft against hers, his tongue seeking hers in a deep kiss. She could see the heat rising from both of their bodies, adding its shimmer to the scene around her. His hands caressed her bare skin, leaving tingles of fire wherever they touched. She moaned softly as he slipped his fingers between her legs, finding her slit. As he stroked her his tongue made its way to just behind her ear, then down her throat and circled her nipple. “Oh baby, you are so beautiful! I want to explore every inch of your body.” She could feel the warmth rising, her heat increasing with every stroke of his fingers. She ran her hands over his chest, her lips nibbling at his earlobe, taking it in her teeth and breathing, moaning in his ear.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, then stood there just looking at her. His shorts and shirt were gone; his tanned body with his large, hard cock intoxicated her. He lay down beside her, his hands roaming all over her body. She reached for him, stroking his nipples, pulling and tweaking them until they stood erect. She played with them as she kissed his neck, his chin and then took a nipple her mouth, gently sucking it between her teeth. He was panting, moaning with desire. She slid her hand over his hard stomach and stroked his stiff cock. It leapt in her hand as he gasped in pleasure.
They savored the moments between the first touch of their bodies and when he would enter her with that first thrust. The exquisite pleasure was almost too much to bear … she wanted more; she wanted to feel him slide deep inside her. Then they were ready. She lay beneath him, her pussy wet with longing as he positioned himself between her legs. He looked down at her with his amazing blue eyes and teased her by just touching the tip of his cock against her hot cunt…..

That was always when she woke up.

Images of the dream stayed with her as she showered. She could feel the trail of kisses he’d left on her neck and shoulders. As she dried herself, the roughness of the towel reminded her how soft his touch had been.
Only vestiges of the dream were with her as she walked through the doors of her office building – only to see Ryan in the lobby waiting to catch the next elevator. They’d never met but she’d seen him occasionally around the office. She liked the look of strength in his hands; his well-muscled body wasn’t hidden by the tailored business suit.
He looked up from his paper when she approached, giving her the full force of those amazing blue eyes. Did she see a trace of interest? Did he look at her just a bit longer than necessary before turning back to his paper? (”Don’t be an idiot,” she told herself. “It’s only a dream.”)
Later that afternoon Ryan knocked on her office door. “I thought you were the one from the elevator, but I wasn’t sure. Bob told me to get some numbers from you for the Sumner case I’m working on.” He stepped forward, holding out his hand. “I’m Ryan. Ryan Stokes.”
Katie Howard. I’ve seen you around, too, but didn’t know where you worked. Nice to meet you, Ryan.” (”Easy girl! All in the line of duty!”)
She went to her file cabinet to get Ryan the information he needed, glad she’d worn an outfit she knew looked good. The cut of her blouse flattered her, accentuating her fullness of her breasts without being too over the top. She really hoped he’d notice. The conversation drifted away from business after she briefed him on the numbers. They talked for a few minutes about nothing: the weather, sports (”Thank you Dad for being a football fan”), a new exhibit at the art museum. Katie was stunned – and thrilled – to hear him say, “I was invited to a fundraiser at the museum Friday night. It would be a great time to see the exhibit. Would you like to join me?”

The following Monday, Ryan smiled at her as he walked by her office – on his way to some meeting, no doubt. On his way back a while later he stopped and looked in. “Hey there. I really enjoyed our date Friday,” he said with a smile that made his blue eyes twinkle. “Glad to see you found all your clothes.”