Awkwardly

For the rest of the day, Mike felt like Lucy was looking, but every time he looked in her direction, she turned her head or looked at her screen.

"What's going on with her, today ?" Mike said.

"What ?" Tim, one of his colleague, asked.

"Lucy Norman from the fifth floor, isn't she taking glances at me ?"

"The bitchy girl ? Why would she be interested in the IT guys ? No offence."

"None taken, but I don't know it's weird..."

And the conversation continued on another subject. The day went on without any hiccup and Mike went back home.

Lucy on her side, was confused. She had a very vivid wet dream with Mike. The guy she barely acknowledged the existence of. But now, every time she looked at him, she remembered the exceptional sex she had with him and his hard rock shaft deep in her. To the point that she had to please herself in the bathroom at lunch. She couldn't believe she had to come to that.

At least, the day was over and she would most certainly have a good night to forget all of that.

Little did she knew, it was only the beginning.

That night, she had another vivid dream. Mike was repairing the copy machine and she, somehow, felt incredibly aroused by that. While he had his head in the machine, she took off her panties and lifted her skirt before sitting on the thing, spreading her legs.

"Would you like to look into this too ? I'm sure you'd have a perfect tool to screw it..." She said, despite finding the sentence absolutely ridiculous.

Obviously it was Mike who was leading the dream. Not knowing that Lucy was actually living it too. He pulled down his pants and without any foreplay, started to fuck her right there, like he's seen in some shows and movie. They weren't even discreet, moaning and crying out of pleasure. But it was a dream, and no one came.

Mike teared her shirt and started to play with her breasts, in his dream they were pierced and he played with the jewels while massaging the tits. It was a great experience for both of them, and in a dream, they didn't get tired at all. It lasted a long while, longer than hours, shorter than days.

When it was over, they both woke up with a lasting memory of bliss.