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.”

The sun was warm on her skin. This vacation was just what she needed. After weeks of working 10 hours a day, Nicole was ready for some time alone without phones, computers or email. Her project was done; the office would go on without her for a little while.

Two weeks of house-sitting in a place she could never afford was just the ticket. A well-heeled client asked if she would like to stay at her place while she and her husband jetted to Europe for some fundraiser. She’d never dreamed it would be a compound with more acreage than she could ever explore and a staff to keep things running. Not to mention the private pool nestled amid the trees. A very private pool where her host said she “worked on her all-over tan.” Nicole had worn her suit that first day, but since no one had bothered her she left the bikini on the chair.

She raised her arms over her head and stretched, the expensive fabric of the deck chair feeling so good beneath her bare skin.

“Would you like something cold to drink?”

Nicole’s eyes flew open as she jumped at the sound. One of the young men her host employed stood beside her chair in starched khakis and a crisp polo shirt, carrying a tray with a glass and a pitcher of iced tea. He was tall with broad shoulders and warm brown eyes. An appreciative smile formed on his sensuous mouth. He seemed to enjoy her surprise.

“I’m sorry to have startled you, but I thought you might be thirsty.” His eyes leisurely traveled from her face to her breasts and down to her mound.

“Uh, OK, sure,” she said, bringing her arms down, trying to act like sunbathing nude was normal for her and fighting the impulse to cover herself. She was embarrassed being caught like this, but she did like the way he was looking at her.

Time seemed to stop as his eyes took in her rosy nipples, the curve of her hip, her hidden slit. After what seemed like an eternity to Nicole, he leaned over her and placed the glass on the table beside her. She gasped as a piece of ice slipped from the glass and landed on the hot skin near her left breast.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” he murmured. “Let me get that.” He reached for the ice where it lay between her breasts. He slid his hand over and circled her left nipple with the ice chip, watching her. A shiver escaped as the cold caused her nipple to harden and stand up. He cupped her breast in his hand, rubbing the cold water in, catching her nipple between his fingers as he squeezed. She gasped again, this time in pleasure.

He rubbed her breast harder before sliding his hand down her belly to her pussy. “Spread your legs and let me see,” he whispered. Amazed at herself, she opened her legs and welcomed his gaze. He sat down on the chair and spread her folds with both hands. She watched him looking at her, the way his eyes feasted on her pink clit and seemed to slide into her moist opening. Her excitement grew as he leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit in lazy circles, making it grow erect. His tongue slipped out and tasted her, circling and teasing her until she raised her hips, offering herself to his exploring tongue.

Pressing harder, he watched her move as he played with her. She could feel her pussy getting wet and she gasped, panting, wanting more. His fingers slipped into her hole as his tongue circled her hot clit. She spread her legs wider and took his head in her hands, pulling him closer as she moaned her pleasure. He licked her bud, playing with it, rolling it around with his tongue.

He stood up and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He smiled as she watched him rub the shaft. She knew he liked her watching. She grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulled him closer and took his hard cock in her mouth. He moaned as her tongue played around the tip. She looked up at him and smiled, knowing what he wanted. Gently squeezing his balls with one hand, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked, her other hand caressing his shaft. Before long he pulled back and returned to his position between her legs.

He began sucking and licking her pussy again, his fingers finding her hole and thrusting deep into her cunt. She moaned, wanting his cock deep inside her. After shrugging off his pants he climbed onto the chair, his hard cock jutting out, pointed at her deep well. She reached down and helped guide him into her, crying out as she felt his shaft slide into place.

She felt exquisite pleasure building, increased by his rhythmic moans as he thrust hard into her. As her orgasm washed over her, he drove deep inside her, again and again. As her body shuddered in climax he thrust once more, cried out and became still.

Afterwards, as their breathing became calmer, she hugged him, pressing her breasts hard against him. He kissed the tip of her nose, stood up and dressed.

“If you’d like anything more, please let me know,” he said, looking down at her. His sensuous mouth was slightly puffy from its effort. She looked up and smiled, her legs still spread wide on the deck chair, her pussy now glistening in the warm sun.

Oh yes, this vacation was just what she needed.