Internal Affair
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,354
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Apartment Building -- Chapter One
Internal Affair
Chapter One: Apartment Building
People fantasize, there’s no getting around that. They dream of people they’ve seen, people they’ve made up, their, to coin a phrase, “dream guy” or “dream girl”, and their fantasy is always fairly predictable: their dream person comes to them and gives them what they want the most, mainly unbelievable sex.
But what if this “dream person” is more than just a fantasy, someone you never thought up? What if he or she has a mind of her own? What if you never expected or even wanted them to come to you? And, last of all, what if they don’t want to leave your side?
* * * * *
I stood in front of an apartment building that very much looked like one that I lived in during my early childhood. I didn’t even know why I found myself in an area much like the one I lived in when I was six.
“Come on,” a voice said to me. A woman grabbed my hand and ran towards the side of the building. She wore a white one-piece that had a skirt that fell to mid-thigh. She had matching open-toe flat sandals that tied up just above her ankles.
“Let’s climb it,” she said, her fingertips touching the edge of a brick.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said doubtfully, looking at the wall before me. Even in a dream, I knew I couldn’t climb up the side of a building that was properly built.
“Come on,” she urged me again, gripping the edges of bricks, her fingertips and sandal toes pressed against the mortar as she climbed effortlessly up the side of the building. With a shrug, I gripped the edges of a brick at eye level and began my own ascent. I was surprised, though I shouldn’t have been, to be able to go up with side of the building without any trouble. She was still ahead, above and to the right of me.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” she called out. She turned away as I lifted my head to look up at her, and I immediately regretted it. I caught a flash of her white panties as she climbed. The heat immediately rose in my face and in my pants, but I tried my best to keep my mind on the climb. I still had no idea where I was going or why.
I’d been counting the floors as I went up and I noticed she stopped moving upwards at the twenty-fourth floor. Now, I’ve got really bad acrophobia, so I made it clear to myself that even though I don’t know why I was climbing up the side of a high-rise apartment building, I wouldn’t look down. I looked towards my mystery woman, who was moving towards a balcony on her right. As she stretched out to position her foot on another brick edge, I caught sight of her white panties again. Once more, I fought hard to restrain myself. I mean, I’m engaged to a woman who I love and am still in love with, have been with for almost six and a half years, and out of the blue I’m dreaming of climbing a building with a woman whose face I haven’t even seen?
I was at her level as she placed her foot on the balcony rail. She stopped for a brief moment, and I stopped too, anticipating her next move. She looked at me with an embarrassed smile, and I noticed for the faintest of moments before she looked down at her left foot that her eyes were like mine, a deep chestnut color. My breath caught in my throat when I thought she was going to freak out about how high we were, but she just took a deep breath, turned to the balcony and leapt onto it, as if accustomed to such a thing.
She looked at me and smiled. “Come on. If I can do it, surely you can.” She stepped past the open sliding door into the apartment. I took a deep breath and steeled myself then resumed moving towards the balcony. I made an unceremonious leap once I managed to get my foot on the rail, and I thought I heard her laugh lightly. I shrugged and dusted myself off and cautiously walked towards the open sliding door.
There were no lights on in the apartment, but the sun was at my back, casting a faint golden glow about the place. It looked like something out of a Malibu condo. There was a two-piece sectional colored like light caramel, the longer section facing a flat-screen plasma television. A palm tree, about six and a half feet high, stood by the hallway to where I assumed would be the front door. I looked to my right and took note of a kitchenette and a glass-top dining table. The dining chairs were metal and painted black. It all felt…familiar somehow, like something, no pun intended, out of a dream.
“That’s because it is your dream,” her voice said to me. I looked and saw her in a see-through babydoll top and her white panties. I must have looked surprised because she laughed. “Stop acting like you’ve never seen a half-naked woman and come here.”
My breath caught in my throat and alarm bells were going off in my head. She wants you, I thought to myself. But this isn’t right…
“Oh, it doesn’t matter here,” she said, hearing my thoughts and pulling me into the apartment by the shoulders of my shirt. She yanked me around and kissed me deeply, not wasting any time. Her tongue teased my lips and pushed past them, invading my mouth with such want it unnerved me.
As quickly as she started, she stopped. Her hands were lifting my shirt up and over my head and in a moment, it was tossed aside. I managed to take a deep breath before she started kissing me again and wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing against me so that I fell over the arm of the sectional, taking me down with her.
I landed on the cushions at a weird angle, and I suddenly felt intense warmth over my groin. She moaned into my mouth and I realized that she was pressed up against me, my growing arousal pressed up against her heated sex. The way that I fell, I was pretty much trying to press right into her through my pants and her panties. As soon as she released her kiss, I started to shuffle up the couch, away from her.
“I know this is a dream,” I said, breathing heavily, “but I’ve never fantasized about anyone other than my fiancée in four years. Why now? I’ve never even seen you, not even in passing when I’m awake.”
Hard to believe, but it’s true. After being with her for as long as I have, I really haven’t been able to fantasize about anyone else but her. Some may find that sweet, others may find it stupid, but after all my fiancée and I have been through, I can’t see myself with another.
Well, I couldn’t until now.
She giggled as she unfastened my belt. “It’s funny. I’ve never even seen you, either, but here I am fantasizing about you.”
“That’s bullshit,” I gasped as she pulled the front of my now-open jeans down.
“Is it?” She kissed my aching erection over my underwear, as her hair fell and framed her face. I threw my head back. I wasn’t sure now if I really wanted this or not, even in my dreams. It felt pretty damn close to the real thing. The sad part was, it was only a dream, and I was feeling guilty about it.
“Don’t,” she murmured, divining my thoughts as she slipped my underwear off and licked the underside of my penis. “You want this just as much as I do.” She took all of me into her mouth and twirled her tongue around my shaft as she started to move. I may have been only average size, but my fiancée has made it known more than once to me that my width made up for my length. This dream girl seemed to have no problem at all working me over.
She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and pumped me as she kept the head of my penis in her mouth, moaning around it. My breath grew faster and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. Feeling her against relentless urging, her kisses, not to mention her current ministrations, had excited me nearly to the boiling point.
“God, I’m getting close,” I mumbled.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, the tip of my member in her mouth. Her tongue flicked against the head of my cock as she pumped harder and faster, and I lost myself in a blinding white light as I reached my climax…
“Josie…”
It was her voice fading away.
“My name is Josie…”
* * * * *
I woke up alone in my bed, my legs tangled in the comforter. Breathing heavily, I noticed my fiancée was gone. I looked at the clock. It was noon, and she had already left for work. Curious, I looked down at my underwear, surprised and calmed at the same time that I my dream didn’t turn out to be a wet one. I chuckled at the thought.
“It’s just a passing thing,” I said to myself, rubbing my right eye. “I sure as hell hope I don’t have that dream again.”
As I got up, put on some pants and sat at my computer chair, feeling guilty about the dream I just had, I wondered if that would be it, if that dream turned out to be just a one-time fantasy and I’d go back to dreaming about who I really cared for.
I never expected to get my answer back a couple of nights later…
Chapter One: Apartment Building
People fantasize, there’s no getting around that. They dream of people they’ve seen, people they’ve made up, their, to coin a phrase, “dream guy” or “dream girl”, and their fantasy is always fairly predictable: their dream person comes to them and gives them what they want the most, mainly unbelievable sex.
But what if this “dream person” is more than just a fantasy, someone you never thought up? What if he or she has a mind of her own? What if you never expected or even wanted them to come to you? And, last of all, what if they don’t want to leave your side?
* * * * *
I stood in front of an apartment building that very much looked like one that I lived in during my early childhood. I didn’t even know why I found myself in an area much like the one I lived in when I was six.
“Come on,” a voice said to me. A woman grabbed my hand and ran towards the side of the building. She wore a white one-piece that had a skirt that fell to mid-thigh. She had matching open-toe flat sandals that tied up just above her ankles.
“Let’s climb it,” she said, her fingertips touching the edge of a brick.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said doubtfully, looking at the wall before me. Even in a dream, I knew I couldn’t climb up the side of a building that was properly built.
“Come on,” she urged me again, gripping the edges of bricks, her fingertips and sandal toes pressed against the mortar as she climbed effortlessly up the side of the building. With a shrug, I gripped the edges of a brick at eye level and began my own ascent. I was surprised, though I shouldn’t have been, to be able to go up with side of the building without any trouble. She was still ahead, above and to the right of me.
“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” she called out. She turned away as I lifted my head to look up at her, and I immediately regretted it. I caught a flash of her white panties as she climbed. The heat immediately rose in my face and in my pants, but I tried my best to keep my mind on the climb. I still had no idea where I was going or why.
I’d been counting the floors as I went up and I noticed she stopped moving upwards at the twenty-fourth floor. Now, I’ve got really bad acrophobia, so I made it clear to myself that even though I don’t know why I was climbing up the side of a high-rise apartment building, I wouldn’t look down. I looked towards my mystery woman, who was moving towards a balcony on her right. As she stretched out to position her foot on another brick edge, I caught sight of her white panties again. Once more, I fought hard to restrain myself. I mean, I’m engaged to a woman who I love and am still in love with, have been with for almost six and a half years, and out of the blue I’m dreaming of climbing a building with a woman whose face I haven’t even seen?
I was at her level as she placed her foot on the balcony rail. She stopped for a brief moment, and I stopped too, anticipating her next move. She looked at me with an embarrassed smile, and I noticed for the faintest of moments before she looked down at her left foot that her eyes were like mine, a deep chestnut color. My breath caught in my throat when I thought she was going to freak out about how high we were, but she just took a deep breath, turned to the balcony and leapt onto it, as if accustomed to such a thing.
She looked at me and smiled. “Come on. If I can do it, surely you can.” She stepped past the open sliding door into the apartment. I took a deep breath and steeled myself then resumed moving towards the balcony. I made an unceremonious leap once I managed to get my foot on the rail, and I thought I heard her laugh lightly. I shrugged and dusted myself off and cautiously walked towards the open sliding door.
There were no lights on in the apartment, but the sun was at my back, casting a faint golden glow about the place. It looked like something out of a Malibu condo. There was a two-piece sectional colored like light caramel, the longer section facing a flat-screen plasma television. A palm tree, about six and a half feet high, stood by the hallway to where I assumed would be the front door. I looked to my right and took note of a kitchenette and a glass-top dining table. The dining chairs were metal and painted black. It all felt…familiar somehow, like something, no pun intended, out of a dream.
“That’s because it is your dream,” her voice said to me. I looked and saw her in a see-through babydoll top and her white panties. I must have looked surprised because she laughed. “Stop acting like you’ve never seen a half-naked woman and come here.”
My breath caught in my throat and alarm bells were going off in my head. She wants you, I thought to myself. But this isn’t right…
“Oh, it doesn’t matter here,” she said, hearing my thoughts and pulling me into the apartment by the shoulders of my shirt. She yanked me around and kissed me deeply, not wasting any time. Her tongue teased my lips and pushed past them, invading my mouth with such want it unnerved me.
As quickly as she started, she stopped. Her hands were lifting my shirt up and over my head and in a moment, it was tossed aside. I managed to take a deep breath before she started kissing me again and wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing against me so that I fell over the arm of the sectional, taking me down with her.
I landed on the cushions at a weird angle, and I suddenly felt intense warmth over my groin. She moaned into my mouth and I realized that she was pressed up against me, my growing arousal pressed up against her heated sex. The way that I fell, I was pretty much trying to press right into her through my pants and her panties. As soon as she released her kiss, I started to shuffle up the couch, away from her.
“I know this is a dream,” I said, breathing heavily, “but I’ve never fantasized about anyone other than my fiancée in four years. Why now? I’ve never even seen you, not even in passing when I’m awake.”
Hard to believe, but it’s true. After being with her for as long as I have, I really haven’t been able to fantasize about anyone else but her. Some may find that sweet, others may find it stupid, but after all my fiancée and I have been through, I can’t see myself with another.
Well, I couldn’t until now.
She giggled as she unfastened my belt. “It’s funny. I’ve never even seen you, either, but here I am fantasizing about you.”
“That’s bullshit,” I gasped as she pulled the front of my now-open jeans down.
“Is it?” She kissed my aching erection over my underwear, as her hair fell and framed her face. I threw my head back. I wasn’t sure now if I really wanted this or not, even in my dreams. It felt pretty damn close to the real thing. The sad part was, it was only a dream, and I was feeling guilty about it.
“Don’t,” she murmured, divining my thoughts as she slipped my underwear off and licked the underside of my penis. “You want this just as much as I do.” She took all of me into her mouth and twirled her tongue around my shaft as she started to move. I may have been only average size, but my fiancée has made it known more than once to me that my width made up for my length. This dream girl seemed to have no problem at all working me over.
She wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft and pumped me as she kept the head of my penis in her mouth, moaning around it. My breath grew faster and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. Feeling her against relentless urging, her kisses, not to mention her current ministrations, had excited me nearly to the boiling point.
“God, I’m getting close,” I mumbled.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, the tip of my member in her mouth. Her tongue flicked against the head of my cock as she pumped harder and faster, and I lost myself in a blinding white light as I reached my climax…
“Josie…”
It was her voice fading away.
“My name is Josie…”
* * * * *
I woke up alone in my bed, my legs tangled in the comforter. Breathing heavily, I noticed my fiancée was gone. I looked at the clock. It was noon, and she had already left for work. Curious, I looked down at my underwear, surprised and calmed at the same time that I my dream didn’t turn out to be a wet one. I chuckled at the thought.
“It’s just a passing thing,” I said to myself, rubbing my right eye. “I sure as hell hope I don’t have that dream again.”
As I got up, put on some pants and sat at my computer chair, feeling guilty about the dream I just had, I wondered if that would be it, if that dream turned out to be just a one-time fantasy and I’d go back to dreaming about who I really cared for.
I never expected to get my answer back a couple of nights later…