Friday, May 28, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Part three of the story will be coming up some time soon.
Anyway, I had a strange dream last night. The content wasn't what made it strange, it was that I hadn't had one like it before. It started off with me in either a bookstore or coffee house. I was sitting on a wooden bench seat with a low coffee table in front of it and another bench opposite. The bench was made from a dark wood, long enough to lay down on; a tall, flat, and slightly reclined back; and a fairly deep seat, probably three feet deep. and there were pillows at each end. It was like a big church pew. The lighting came from a hanging lamp with a translucent cylindrical lampshade casting a yellowish light on the table and benches. There were many of these seat arrangements along the walls.
I sat down on one of the benches and began reading from a thick, softcover, glossy-paged book of comics. It was some type of anthology. A few minutes later a girl that I know comes over and asks if she can sit with me to read her book. I said sure and moved down the bench to give her some room. Instead of sitting across or next to me, she laid down and put her legs across my lap. At first I was kind of surprised as I didn't think we were friendly enough that she would cross that boundary of personal space, then I didn't mind it. I mean, she is not unattractive, and we converse rather easily, but we're not the touchy-feely kind of friends. I noticed she didn't have shoes on and was wearing black and white striped toe socks. Kind of strange, I thought, but she has kind of a quirky personality and style of dress.
I kept reading, trying not to let on that I was really enjoying having her legs draped across my lap. If it were any other girl and we were some place private, I thought, I'd have my hands all over her feet and legs, giving her a nice massage and hoping she would return the favor with a foot job. But it was her and we were in a public place. Just keep reading, I thought. I looked over at her face. She looked at me with wide eyes and a kind of a grin that meant that she knew what she was doing and she knew what I wanted to do. Again, being in this public place I tried to be calm and cool, reading but also feeling the warmth of her legs on my growing erection.
I looked down at her feet again and noticed that her toes were exposed, like the ends of the socks were pulled off. Wow! I thought, she had beautiful toes, and all very nicely manicured. Now my mind and thoughts were spinning. Those perfect feet literally right at my fingertips. I so badly wanted to touch them, feel each toe and sole, perhaps steel a kiss or tiny nibble. But I couldn't. What if that wasn't what she was thinking? What if I was misunderstanding the situation? Maybe she just felt comfortable with me, nothing else?
When I looked back down to read my book, she had raised one leg to put the side of her foot just at the big toe right under my nose, as if presenting it to me to have my way with. I was giddy with excitement. And, as usual, that's when the alarm clock went off....
Anyway, I had a strange dream last night. The content wasn't what made it strange, it was that I hadn't had one like it before. It started off with me in either a bookstore or coffee house. I was sitting on a wooden bench seat with a low coffee table in front of it and another bench opposite. The bench was made from a dark wood, long enough to lay down on; a tall, flat, and slightly reclined back; and a fairly deep seat, probably three feet deep. and there were pillows at each end. It was like a big church pew. The lighting came from a hanging lamp with a translucent cylindrical lampshade casting a yellowish light on the table and benches. There were many of these seat arrangements along the walls.
I sat down on one of the benches and began reading from a thick, softcover, glossy-paged book of comics. It was some type of anthology. A few minutes later a girl that I know comes over and asks if she can sit with me to read her book. I said sure and moved down the bench to give her some room. Instead of sitting across or next to me, she laid down and put her legs across my lap. At first I was kind of surprised as I didn't think we were friendly enough that she would cross that boundary of personal space, then I didn't mind it. I mean, she is not unattractive, and we converse rather easily, but we're not the touchy-feely kind of friends. I noticed she didn't have shoes on and was wearing black and white striped toe socks. Kind of strange, I thought, but she has kind of a quirky personality and style of dress.
I kept reading, trying not to let on that I was really enjoying having her legs draped across my lap. If it were any other girl and we were some place private, I thought, I'd have my hands all over her feet and legs, giving her a nice massage and hoping she would return the favor with a foot job. But it was her and we were in a public place. Just keep reading, I thought. I looked over at her face. She looked at me with wide eyes and a kind of a grin that meant that she knew what she was doing and she knew what I wanted to do. Again, being in this public place I tried to be calm and cool, reading but also feeling the warmth of her legs on my growing erection.
I looked down at her feet again and noticed that her toes were exposed, like the ends of the socks were pulled off. Wow! I thought, she had beautiful toes, and all very nicely manicured. Now my mind and thoughts were spinning. Those perfect feet literally right at my fingertips. I so badly wanted to touch them, feel each toe and sole, perhaps steel a kiss or tiny nibble. But I couldn't. What if that wasn't what she was thinking? What if I was misunderstanding the situation? Maybe she just felt comfortable with me, nothing else?
When I looked back down to read my book, she had raised one leg to put the side of her foot just at the big toe right under my nose, as if presenting it to me to have my way with. I was giddy with excitement. And, as usual, that's when the alarm clock went off....
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