“Let’s go into the office,” she purred into my ear. The sensation was different in a dream, but I could swear the hair on my arm rose at the thought of her breath on my ear.
My vision had us in the diner again, only this time it was empty. It was just us, sitting at the counter, the pot of coffee in front of her. She was wearing the same tight black T-shirt and jeans she wore earlier, the Dina’s Diner logo embroidered onto the pocket over her left breast. The shirt stopped just above her navel when she stood, and I could see her light peach-colored skin between the black.
She stood and I followed her, looking around to make sure we were alone. The door was locked, and half the lights were off. The backroom where she disappeared was darker. There was only one light coming from the kitchen, sending light into the office where I could see her smiling face, her cheeks glistening with some kind of glittery makeup.
I walked into the back and our lips met immediately. They were soft and full, and I was dying to taste her. My hands went to her waist, and she raised her arms above her head to help me get her shirt off. As soon as it was over her head, I looked down to admire her full chest, heaving in anticipation and tied up tight in a lacy black bra. She reached behind her, and I could hear the clip give way.
Her luscious, round breasts tumbled out and I immediately grabbed one with my hand and squeezed as she met my lips with hers again. I moved down her neck, listening as she moaned with the slightest of whispering sounds, until I could take her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it until it was taut and glistening in the shadowy light.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees in front of me, pushing me against a desk and unzipping my pants. My cock sprang out at her, and she took it between her lips. My groan crossed over into real life where I stroked myself and held on to the wall for support. In my dream, she lathered me as she bobbed her head back and forth over me and stroked me with one hand.
Then she stood, yanking down her pants until they were down past her ass, and I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around. I positioned myself behind her and she spread her long legs to give me greater access. I reached around with one hand and slid my fingers through her folds until it found her clit, the other hand filling with her breast.
I slammed into her, the tightness of her wet, throbbing pussy making me dizzy with a near climax immediately. I rocked into her relentlessly. She cried out and pressed against the door, holding on to the doorframe with her hands as her eyes rolled back and her body shook. My finger swirled over her clit as she came, and I felt myself losing control.
“Come for me,” she cried.
I pulled out and she turned, dropping to her knees again and taking me deep into her throat. In reality, I roared, and my knees weakened as I exploded in my hand. I came so hard that I crumpled, holding the faucet with one hand as I milked the rest of my essence out with the other.
Finally, when I was completely spent, I fell back on my ass and let the water wash over me. Helen’s name was still on my lips. I figured it would be for a long time.
When I was cleaned up and finished in the shower, I turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel to dry off. I felt a little guilty fantasizing about a stranger the way I had, but the vision was so strong, so visceral, I could only feel so bad. I needed that release, and now I felt relaxed in a way I hadn’t for a long time.
I finished getting dry and made it out into my bedroom, flipping on the television and putting on a show I liked to have on in the background while I slept.
But that night, I was suddenly so relaxed that I didn’t need any help. I climbed into bed and felt my body completely melt. After only a few minutes, I reached out for the remote and flipped the television off. Sleep was taking me early, and for once, I had a deep, restful, dreamless slumber.
10
HELEN
How are you doing today? I texted Rebecca.
I'd been keeping up with her through texts and occasional phone calls since she had her baby, and it felt like our friendship was only getting closer. I knew I enjoyed having her around the diner, and we got along well, but I didn't realize just how much I was going to miss her once she was out of work to take care of her daughter.