Chapter 1

"My name is, Dreamwalker, I'm a writer here. I do it for the joy of writing, plus the fact it makes people feel good and by feel good I mean masturbate. I had just posted a story about phone sex.

Another lush writer named Michael; left me a comment. "Great phone call, I love jerking off when I don't have the real thing. I wish she'd call me."

I always read my comments and reply to them, this one is not an exception. I messaged him and said, "I cannot call you if I don't have your number."

He gave it to me probably thinking I'd never call. To his surprise I did the following morning, "Are yah having fun yet," I cooed into the receiver. Thus began a friendship with lead to the co-writing of this story."

"Did you ever have a dream that was so real you could swear it actually happened?"

You are working hard, and don't notice that someone is watching you. My gaze follows every move you make, I am so excited I feel my nipples harden, my clit begins to throb. I lick my lips hungrily, adjusting the dress I am wearing making sure it shows off my best assets. It is a short flowery number, cut low in the front, and short enough to be modest, but I bend over just right, and flash you. I'm not wearing a bra, and my panties are drenched. I feel like taking them off and stuffing them into my purse, but decide to wait.

I walk around as if searching for something, eying you out of the corner of my eye. I quiver lightly as I see you walking toward me, my voice catching in my throat. I turn a bit, so at first you don't recognize me.

"Can I help you mam," you utter with a voice as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.

I turn and bat my green-eyes, blush, and purr, "Depends on when you get off work Michael."

I thought for a moment you were going to pass out. "Omg, never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd ever see you."

Glancing around quickly you notice we are alone, you take me by the hand to a secluded spot away from the camera's lens, pull me close and kiss me hard.

I kiss you in return as our tongues do the dance of lovers. I notice the outline of your hardened cock against my leg, and stop you. "Let's wait baby, I do not want to cause any suspicion here where you work. What time do you get off?"

"I get out of work at 6pm. What time do you plan on me getting off?"

I handed you a key, and purred, "Meet me there around seven. I want to be with you, even if it's for a few minutes darling."

I kiss you softly turn and walk away, feeling your gaze watching me, making my skin boil with lust.

I glanced your way, noticing that you are staring at me as I exited, and smiled, "Baby you have no idea what I have in store for you."

I drove back to the hotel. Kicked off my shoes, and ordered room service. After it was delivered, I stripped down, and put my blue teal nightie on. I love the way silk feels against my skin, clinging to every curve, and showing my hard nipples. I want to touch myself, cum like crazy because I want you that bad. I flipped on the TV hoping it would distract me only to find this couple making out.

"Damn, where's his cock when I need it."

I lay there flipping through the channels, and then look at my watch, 6:45p. My mouth goes dry, my heart races, and I go to the bathroom and, check my make-up.

Turning around to check myself out, I giggled, "If this outfit doesn't make Michael hard, I don't know what will. He did say it was his favorite from the photos on lush.

I went in and turned down the bed, laid on it. I was lost in a day dream, when someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?"

"Michael, honey, let me in okay?"

I hurried to the door, opened it, and pulled him in, locking the door behind him. I then planted a kiss on him that would curl any man's toes. He responded kissing me, sucking my tongue, and running his hands over the length of my body.

"Let me see you doll, oooh my god, I love you in blue. It matches those sexy green-eyes and red hair. God I'm hard! He takes my hand and pulls it to his swollen cock.

"Let me help you take those clothes off before I tear them off."