Dreams

Then you looked at the drawer. And the folded list. _It can't be.. _you assure yourself as your close the drawer carefully before returning to bed and quickly falling asleep. As you drift off to sleep, your dreams focus on your wife, your dreams filled with Amy as she sits in a crowded bar.

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Amy slipped her phone back into her purse, knowing that she'd misspelled numerous words in her messages to her husband but was too drunk and high to care. Glancing up from her purse, a smile crossed her face as she saw him weaving his way across the crowded dance floor towards her, a full drink in either hand. She'd only met Derek that morning, introduced to him by a mutual co-worker, but there had been something about him, about the way he looked at her, the way he'd held her hand in his when they were first introduced, that had captivated her. When he'd suggested that a group of them go out for drinks, Amy had readily agreed.

"Refills," Derek said with a smile as he placed a full cocktail glass in front of her, sliding into the seat opposite her. She'd lost count of the number of drinks... smoking pot always did that to her. She still couldn't believe she'd gotten high... something she hadn't done since college! But when Derek had suggested it, she found herself agreeing with an eagerness that surprised everyone, included herself. Now, late into the evening, all their coworkers had left, slunk off to their individual hotel room, leaving her along with Derek.

"Thanks," Amy smiled, lifting her glass and sipping demurely at it, feeling the strong **** burn her throat, it's heat flushing rapidly through her body as she looked at the stranger sitting across the table from her. She felt his gaze on her face like a physical caress, the way he was looking at her sending different sort of heat racing through her system as she crossed her legs, feeling the moist warmth of her eagerness even she tried to remind herself that she was married, that she had a husband and children waiting at home for her.

"Let's dance," Derek said, his tone soft but his words conveying more of a command than a suggestion, a command that Amy found herself readily agreeing to. She followed him out onto the crowded dance floor, navigating through the writhing swaying bodies, until Derek turned around, pulling her to him. She lost herself in the music, her body moving the hard pumping bass of the music, finding herself grinding against Derek as he maneuvered her across the dance floor. Derek's hand was resting possessively on her right hip, his fingers brushing across the dark fabric of her skirt, moving down to cup one soft cheek of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze. "We shouldn't..." Amy found herself gasping only to fall silent as Derek shushed her, his lips against her ear, his voice quiet but firm.

His left hand moved down to cup her other ass cheek, both hands kneading the soft pliable flesh of her ass, groping her openly and roughly as they moved together on the dance floor. His touch sent tendrils of electric pleasure shooting through her, her breath coming in short hard gasps as his hands gently mauled her rear. His right hand moved up her side, fingers tracing across the soft silk of her blouse to cup her breast, his hand lifting her tit, feeling the soft weight of it, his thumb finding her nipple through the layers of cloth and gently strumming it.

"Kiss me," Derek whispered in her ear as he groped her in the crowded bar, the two of them standing together, all pretense of dancing forgotten as his hands roamed over her body, feeling and kneaded the soft flesh for all to see. "Kiss me," he repeated insistently.