Dream World (5 page)

Although she knew what to expect - given that she had conjured the scenario - the scene that greeted her still managed to take her breath away. She had been lucky enough to visit Paris on a couple of occasions and the Eiffel Tower never failed to impress her. Walking towards it, along the Champs de Mars, Kate thought, wouldn't it be wonderful if there was a bar at the top of the tower where the current viewing platform was and wouldn't it be fabulous if she was in that bar, looking out over France's capital. Kate shut her eyes and summoned the vision into existence.

Upon opening her eyes she found herself stood at the railings of the viewing platform near the top of the tower that overlooked Paris. The only difference to reality was, her imagination had shortened the platform in order to accommodate a small bar. Impressive though the view was, Kate had always wondered what it would be like at night. Never having experienced that pleasure, once again she closed her eyes and pictured the sun setting, faster than it ever could in real time in the real world. A slight breeze blew through her hair, but it wasn't cold, for she had imagined it to be summer. Upon opening her eyes she found Paris lit up below her. Kate giggled, thrilled by her new found power. Eager to exercise it even further, glancing down at the jeans and T-shirt she was wearing, she suddenly felt the urge to dress up for the occasion. Closing her eyes, momentarily, when she opened them Kate discovered she was wearing a spectacular scarlet ball dress. Without having to check, she knew that her underwear was matching.

‘It's really something, isn't it?' a voice said at her left elbow.

Kate turned and found that she wasn't alone at the railing. Though she didn't remember conjuring up the person that had joined her, she complemented her imagination on the choice it had made. Dressed in an elegant tuxedo, the chap who had made the comment was probably around six feet in height, well built - without being overly muscle bound - had collar length blonde hair, neatly swept back off his face, a winning smile and the bluest pair of eyes that Kate had ever seen. There was also something slightly familiar about her dream man that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Whereas she had been hoping to be joined by Richard, she decided that the vision she had summoned would more than compensate. He held out his hand.

‘Dexter. Dexter Norris.'

Kate took his hand and shook it.

‘You seem very familiar, Mr Norris,' Kate said.

‘I should hope so,' he replied.

‘Really, why do you say that?'

‘Well, if I'm a fantasy part of your sub-conscious, I would hope that you might recognise me.'

‘Touché,' Kate said.

‘Now, can I get you a drink?'

‘That would be lovely, thank you, I'll have a...'

‘Vodka and tonic with a slice of lemon and a touch of ice.'

‘How did you know?' she asked.

‘Come on, credit me with a little inside knowledge. After all, you're the one who created me.' Dexter clicked his fingers at the member of staff who was standing behind the bar. The barman prepared and served the drinks in double quick time. Dexter thanked the barman, slipped him an outrageous tip, then dismissed him for the night.

‘Why did you do that?' Kate asked.

‘I thought you might want a bit of privacy,' he replied.

‘And why would I want that, Mr Norris?' she said, as innocently as she could muster.

‘Just a hunch.'

‘That's not good enough. If you know so much about my sub-conscious, why don't you tell me.'

‘Very well. I dismissed him so that we could appreciate the view in peace.'

Kate smiled. ‘I had no idea my sub-conscious was so coy.'

‘What do you mean?' he asked.

Taking the drink out of his hands, Kate placed both of their glasses on a convenient table near to them. ‘I think you know exactly what I mean.'

‘I assure you I don't,' he replied.

‘In that case, let me spell it out to you. I've brought you up here in order to make love to you.'

Dexter gasped in mock horror. ‘But, but, what if anyone is watching?'

‘Don't worry,' she said, double checking that her sub-conscious had emptied the bar of patrons. ‘We're quite alone.'

‘What if I'm not that kind of guy?' he persisted.

‘Don't try and play the innocent with me,' she warned him. ‘It won't wash. I know exactly what kind of guy you are.'

‘Pray tell,' he said.

‘I think you're the kind of guy who enjoys spending time with women in romantic settings. I think you're the kind of guy who wouldn't think twice about stripping me naked right here, right now and making wild, passionate love to me.'

‘I hate to disappoint you, but you're wrong,' he said.

‘Really?'

‘Very much so. I won't make love to any woman.'

‘No?'

‘No. But I'll gladly make an exception for you.'

With that, Dexter took Kate in his arms and the pair embraced. After a flurry of light kisses they began to kiss more passionately, their tongues exploring one another's mouths. Though Kate thrilled at the sensation she knew that mere kisses wouldn't slake her appetite and so she stepped back from Dexter and asked him to strip.

‘And why would you want me to do that?' he asked.

‘To satisfy my curiosity.'

‘That's all?'

‘I just want to make sure that you look as good in the flesh as I imagine you do.'

Dexter bowed his head. ‘Your wish is my command.'

Obligingly, he removed the resplendent jacket he was wearing. Slipping out of his shoes he reached down and took off his socks, before turning his attention to more interesting items of clothing. Next, Dexter tried to unfasten the knot on his bow tie. Annoyingly, it didn't seem to want to come undone. Kate was fairly sure that he had made a mess of it deliberately to tempt her into giving him a hand. Sure enough, as she went to help him he took the opportunity to steal a few kisses. As her hand struggled with the knot Dexter planted a series of kisses upon her bare neck. Determined not to let him distract her, Kate undid the bow tie, but Dexter had found her weak spot and she found it difficult to pull away from him.

‘Stop it,' she whispered.

‘Why?' he said. ‘You're enjoying it, aren't you?'

‘Far too much,' she murmured.

With his fingertips, he traced her bare shoulders. Only when he tried to lower the zip on her dress did she steel her resolve and manage to break away from his attentions.

‘Spoilsport,' he said.

She wrinkled her nose at him playfully. ‘Just you behave yourself and strip.'

With a wry smile on his face, Dexter continued to get undressed. One by one he undid the buttons on his pristine white shirt, treating Kate to tantalising glimpses of his torso. After popping the last button he removed his shirt. Much to her delight she found his torso toned and tight. Though she was eager to run her hands over his bare chest, she resisted from doing so for she suspected that if she did he would try to kiss her again and she had other ideas.

Last, but not least, Dexter unfastened the clasp on his trousers, lowered his flies, then stepped out of them. In her imagination, Kate had envisaged him wearing a tight pair of briefs; to her surprise, she discovered that he had gone commando. As he stood there, naked, in front of her, Kate's eyes fastened onto his cock. It looked a perfect length, roundabout six and a half inches, and was deliciously thick.

‘So, what now?' he asked.

‘Now it's my turn,' she said, reaching behind her and taking hold of the zip on her dress.

‘Would you like me to give you a hand?' he offered.

‘No, I'd like you to watch,' she instructed him, eager to reciprocate the striptease. Kate lowered the zipper as slowly as she could, kicked off her heels, then climbed out of her dress. As his eyes latched onto the frilly scarlet bra and panties she was wearing, she noticed his cock twitch approvingly. Kate then unhooked the clasp of her bra with her left hand, but rather than take it off, she allowed it to hang loose around her shoulders.

‘I've changed my mind,' she said. ‘I'd like you to help me after all.'

‘It'll be a pleasure,' he answered.

‘Ah-ah, I haven't finished laying out the terms as yet.'

‘What terms?'

‘You can only help me if you don't use your hands.'

‘That sounds like a challenge.'

‘The question is, are you up to it?'

‘I think so,' he said.

‘Oh, there is one more thing,' she said. ‘No sneakily kissing my neck.'

‘What about elsewhere?'

‘Anywhere else is fine. My neck is the only part of my body that's off limits.'

He eyed her carefully, considering how to go about the task he had been charged with. After a moment's deliberation he approached her and, using his nose, nudged the bra strap from her left shoulder and down her upper arm. Then he approached her right shoulder. As his nose came into contact with the fine material, his lips brushed dangerously close to her neck.

‘Now, now, no cheating,' she whispered.

‘Perish the thought,' he replied, expertly slipping the strap loose. Straightening her arms, she allowed the bra to fall around her elbows. As she shrugged it past her wrists she felt increasingly aroused. Dexter drank in the site of her breasts.

‘You really are beautiful you know,' he said.

‘Thank you,' she simpered, enjoying the compliment, even though it was conjured by her own sub-conscious.

Before removing any further items of clothing, Dexter planted the most delicate of kisses on her left breast, then he kissed her right breast. His tongue lingered around her nipple and he teased the very tip with his teeth until it protruded slightly. He repeated the action with her left breast, so that both her nipples were fully erect. He then proceeded to kiss them in turn.

Kate wondered if he could tell what effect he was having upon her. She was growing so turned on she was half tempted to slip a finger inside her panties and touch herself. Almost the instant the thought crossed her mind, Dexter changed tack and kissed his way down her torso until his lips reached her lower stomach. As he squatted in front of her he pondered how to take her knickers off. It didn't take him long to come up with the obvious way to remove them. Taking hold of the waistband of the garment in his teeth, he gripped tightly and lowered. Deciding it would be churlish not to help him, Kate stepped out of her underwear.

Dexter stood up, still holding the scarlet knickers between his teeth. He paused for a second before removing the garment, then, in a moment of wild abandon, threw them from the top of the tower.

‘What are you doing!' she cried.

‘Don't worry. It's Paris,' he said. ‘They'll understand.'

Kate laughed. ‘I had no idea my subconscious was so naughty.'

‘I disagree. I think you have a wonderfully sinful side to you that is just aching to burst out.'

‘Do you now, Mr Norris.'

‘Well, I'm guessing that you haven't ordered me to get naked in order to make you a cocktail.'

Though her heart was thumping in her chest, Kate forced herself to act a lot more calmly than she felt. ‘No, I haven't.'

‘What now then?'

‘Well, now I'm going to lean on these railings here.' Placing her elbows on the railing she leant forwards and looked out over the most romantic city in the world. After taking in the view for a few moments, she parted her legs and wiggled her naked bottom invitingly. ‘As for you, well, I'd like you to be inventive.'

Focussing hard upon what she desired, Kate willed him to grasp her hips, moisten her pussy with a quick finger fuck, then take her from behind.

Much to her surprise, he replied, ‘I've told you before, I'm not that kind of guy'.

She was just about to remonstrate with him when she felt him begin to kiss the back of her calves. She couldn't recall any of her previous lovers ever having kissed her there and she had no idea what a turn on it was. Refraining from protesting, Kate decided to see how matters would proceed. As his lips brushed against her soft flesh she felt herself going weak at the knees. To heighten her pleasure even further he reached up, took her buttocks in his hands and began to massage her bottom. As his strong fingers worked around her cheeks they came within millimetres of her pussy lips.

Kate could feel her juices begin to flow and she ached for him to touch her there. She half thought about taking hold of one of his hands and guiding it to the ‘V' of her legs, but Dexter dispelled the thought by kissing the back of her thighs. First her left, then her right. With each kiss he worked his way ever closer towards her pussy, until his lips were brushing against the lower curves of her buttocks, whilst all the while his hands continued to massage her bottom.

Suddenly, without warning, he stretched the cheeks of her bum apart and buried his tongue as deep inside her pussy as it would possibly go. Kate knew that she must have been dreaming for no lover had ever managed to penetrate her so deeply with his tongue before. It felt as if it reached so far inside her that it was actually licking her sweet spot. Kate gripped the rail of the balcony tightly and came spectacularly, coating his lips and mouth with her juices.

Though Dexter slowed down, to allow her to luxuriate in the orgasm, he didn't stop, but continued to kiss and lick and nuzzle and suck, so that no soon had Kate's climax subsided she felt her thighs begin to tingle with excitement a second time. To heighten her pleasure even further he reached around with his right hand and began to stroke her clitoris. The sensation was amazing. As the tip of his index finger rubbed against the most sensitive part of her body, his tongue explored every fold and crease of flesh.

Just when she thought the experience could get no better, Dexter inserted a finger inside her. Kate's thighs tensed and she felt herself to be on the verge of a second orgasm. Determined to try and stave off the moment of pleasure for as long as she possibly could, she bit her bottom lip and looked out over Paris. Whilst the finger and tongue continued to work their magic, Kate wondered how many lovers in the city were indulging in the same activity that very evening. How many pussies were being licked right at that very moment? How many cocks were being sucked to the point at which they were fit to burst with come? How many couples were pleasuring themselves in wonderful soixante-neufs and orgasming simultaneously? Hundreds, possibly? Thousands, maybe?