Have a nap at your desk

Since you're caught up on your work and you have the office to yourself, you decide to take advantage of the relative quiet and isolation of your office at the far end of the building to snooze away the rest of the workday. You close the office door, set the status on your office messaging app to "Do not disturb," and lean back in your chair for some extra rest. Having an office pretty far-removed from the rest of the company and without any windows has its advantages.

Your desk chair isn't the most comfortable place for a nap, and you recall that for this very reason Johan keeps a spare blanket and a pillow folded up under his desk. He really is the king of office napping. You'd feel weird about borrowing his stuff, though, so you figure you'll make due. You reach down to adjust the tilt of your chair, lean back as far as you can go, and a few minutes later you start dozing away the afternoon.

As you sleep at your desk, you once again begin to dream. You are standing in a city street, but everything around you is tinted a subdued grey: the pavement, the grass, any passing cars, everything except the tall building rising in front of you. You recognize your office building, and drift through the doors, into the elevator, and up to the floor of Kuranes Digital Services. The elevator doors slide open, revealing more or less the same sight as always, albeit in duller tones than life. The office appears to be empty, except for Tara, seated behind her desk. You walk over to her as you often do when you arrive.

"Hi, Henry," Tara says. "How was your flight?"

"My flight?" you answer hazily. "I walked here."

"Your flight last night, I mean," she replies. "Why don't we go take a seat and you can tell me about it."

You briefly wonder how she would know about a flight that only occurred in your dream. A distant part of your mind tells you that you are dreaming now, too, and it suddenly seems perfectly normal that dream-Tara would know all about a mystical flight that never happened.

"Okay, let's sit down," you mutter.

You walk across the reception area and take a seat on the waiting-area couch. Tara rises from her desk and slowly walks over to join you. As she comes out from around her desk, you notice for the first time that she is completely naked.

Uh oh, you think. _It's one of those dreams_.

You don't always dream of flying beyond the clouds towards marvelous cities of white marble. Sometimes, you just have good, old-fashioned sex dreams about your friends and coworkers, and it looks like this might be one of them.

As Tara walks towards you, you get a good look at her lovely body. Her long, blonde hair hangs loose and perfectly frames her delicate skin and beautiful face, her blue eyes sharply standing out against the dull surroundings. The tips of her hair reach down to her round, full breasts, easily D-cups, and topped with erect, pink nipples. You think to yourself that her breasts are larger uncovered than you would have expected, but then again, this is your dream, and anyone's breasts could be whatever size your subconscious mind imagines. Your gaze shifts down towards her shapely hips and her neatly-trimmed pussy, topped with a narrow, manicured strip of pale blonde pubes. The woman walking towards you is totally stunning, even more so as she appears to be the only full-color thing amidst the dullness of the rest of the dream.

"So, Henry," Tara says with a smile. "About that flight..."

She stands directly in front of you and briefly runs her hands down her body, lingering momentarily on her soft-looking breasts, caressing her nipples, and then trailing down to rest on her crotch.

"I was floating through a swirling sky of color and clouds," you intone dreamily. As you speak, Tara continues to caress her body, looking deep into your eyes. "Flying wherever my mind would take me."

"That sounds lovely," Tara says. "Tell me more, Henry."

Before you can say anything else, she reaches down. You are suddenly aware that you are not wearing any pants, though you don't remember removing them. It's entirely possible you did not have any pants to begin with. Tara takes your large, stiffening member in her hands and gives it a light squeeze.

"Finally the clouds parted," you continue as your friend begins to move her small hands up and down the length of your shaft. "And I could see it. That beautiful city. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Tara raises an eyebrow as she continues to stroke your penis. She pauses for a moment.

"Okay, the second most beautiful," you say. "Present company excluded, of course."

With a grin, Tara resumes stroking you, sometimes gently, slowly, softly, and sometimes harder, faster, and with a firmer grip. She kneels in front of you and starts to lightly fondle your balls with her left hand.

"Then, something else happened. Something that's never happened before," you continue.

"What's that?" Tara asks, before sticking out her tongue and giving the head of your member a light lick. The feel of her tongue on the head of your hard dick sends a shiver through your whole body.

"The city spoke to me," you explain.

"That is interesting," she says. Tara opens her mouth and slides you in. She starts to bob her head up and down, taking your entire length into her throat as you continue your story.

"The city said it wants me to come. It said it needs a king."

"I want you to cum," Tara says, taking your member out of her mouth just long enough to spread her saliva all over your length with her hands. Then, she dives back in with renewed vigor.

"You could be her king," Ben's voice says from next to you. You turn and see that your enormous friend is seated next to you on the couch as his sexy girlfriend goes to town on your dick.

This was always the awkward part about sex dreams involving Tara: somehow, they always seemed to involve Ben, too. Your two friends had been together for so long that even in your subconscious mind they were intrinsically linked.

"Forget about flying," Ben says as Tara's tongue tickles your testes. "and this city of yours. Looks like you have everything you need right here."

You have to admit that dream-Ben might be right. This dream is pretty awesome. No mysterious cities, no distant, enchanting voices, just a gorgeous woman giving you the blowjob of a lifetime. It was a little weird with her boyfriend sitting next to you, but you weren't going to complain. Just as these thoughts pass through your mind, Tara's enthusiastic ministrations reach a fever pitch. Something is building up. You're just about to cum down her throat.

Unfortunately, your pleasant dream is disturbed by a loud knock on your door.