Make Sally come to me

Why waste the effort to get into their house when I could get Sally to come to mine? I had to chuckle to myself for being so silly. My already thickened cock was twitching over the thought, so I played out the scenario.

Sally would begin dreaming of a divine being at night. The dream will make her particularly horny as I envision some random ancient ritual in a Greek temple somewhere, one that always begins and ends with a full blown fuck fest. In the midst of all this chaos, she will be sitting naked at the altar at the top of the stairs, her fingers rapidly touching herself with abandon. It would seem as if she was waiting for something, and she could not cum until it came. It would show her walking up to my house dressed only in her undies. She would wake up when the door opens.

True enough, after a couple of nights, I heard a knock on my door at around midnight. I had been waiting all this time to see if she would take the bait, so I did not hesitate to open it. Like clockwork, she was there. Sally Rush was an extremely beautiful woman who often showed some strength in her eyes. She was strict with her kids and domineering to her husband, in a pleasant feminine way. Right now though, her half naked self was relaxed, her arms folded around her chest in confused shyness. It was obvious that she had not been thinking rationally when showing up in a great looking set of black lace bra and panties. I took in an eyeful of her form with a smile, especially at her great looking tits that squished into her underwear.

"Hi.... John...." She tried to speak in sputters, clearly trying to hide the streak of pussy juice running down her thigh and her embarassment, "I have a... a problem...."

"What sort of problem would that be?" I answered calmly.

"I had a dream...." She blinked several times, "Am I... still dreaming?"