Reminder in a Dream

This is a companion to "Reminder of a Phone Call." You'll probably enjoy this on its own, but for a little more background, read the other one first. Thanks, happy reading, and votes/feedback are always welcome.

Dear Nick,

I was thinking about you when I woke up this morning. You know I don't usually remember my dreams, but I think you must have been in them because you were the first thing on my mind.

I woke up on my back, tangled in the sheets as usual. I'd slept in a soft red tank top and red string bikinis. I'm sure you would have loved to photograph me like that, my pale skin, the bright red fabric, all against my black sheets. Maybe someday we'll take pictures like that.

I stirred in my bed, rolling around a little, not really wanting to get up. The direction of my thoughts about you was getting my panties damp already. I teased my body as I imagined your voice in my ear. Recollecting your low, excited voice sent sparks through my body. The fire was spreading. I ran my hands over my breasts as if to spread the heat around more. The fabric tickled my hands, and I felt my nipple ring through the material. I traced the outline of the ring, fascinated on occasion by my own body, my top riding up and exposing the tender flesh of my belly. I let my fingers drag across the waist of my panties, across my belly and up my ribcage. I imagined they were your fingers tracing me, and that it made your cock hard to see me spread out in front of you.

I flipped over onto my stomach and slid my body pillow between my legs, hugging the length against my body. I squeezed my legs together and rubbed my breasts into the fluffy pillow. I imagined how if we ever made love it would be delightfully torturous, hours of teasing pleasure, so I made my body wait while I thought about you.

I was like this, on my belly, gyrating my hips into the pillow and pressing my breasts into the bed when my alarm began chirping. I swore and rolled over, slapping it off.

I had to get ready for work, but I had a little bit of time. I let my feet touch the carpeted floor, then stood. I pulled my tank top over my head quickly, and discarded my panties on the floor. I padded naked to the bathroom, then began to draw a bath. I set the showerhead within reach and tested the temperature of the water with my hand. It was perfect and hot. I slid into the bathtub and sunk down to my chin in the near scalding water. My breasts bobbed gently in the water. I sat and relaxed for a minute, ignoring the throbbing desire in my body.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't just steep in there forever. I dunked my hair into the rub, drenching it, then let the tub drain a little.

When the water level lowered, my body was exposed to the air in the room. Steamy compared to the rest of the house, but still a chill as the droplets of moisture plummeted in temperature. I moved around a little, regaining some warmth, then let my mind stray back to you to recapture the rest of the heat.

I pictured you behind me in the tub, your arms wrapped around me. You weren't several states away in my fantasy; you were in my house, naked with me, in my bathtub, your arms wrapped around me. I reached for the bar of soap and slid it all across my belly, as if you were washing me. I worked the suds into a lather against my soft skin, working my hands up to my chest and neck. I felt your hands instead of mine when I stroked my neck, and closed my eyes to picture you in the rear of me, nuzzling and kissing as well.

The desire that had been building in my bedroom was back, quickly and just as strong. I rubbed around my breasts, like you were massaging them from your position against my back. You've always loved my breasts, so I know you wouldn't be able to resist playing with them in the water.

My right hand started trailing to my pelvis and thighs, but the places I really wanted to be touched were beneath the water. I let my hand dive under the surface, watching the suds fly off my hand and form a soapy film on the top of the water. I brushed my whole hand over my vulva, but it was too soon still. If you were there you wouldn't let me off that easily.

I splashed water over my breasts, rubbing them, roughly, feeling the ache as the soapy lubrication dissipated with each spray. I let the tub drain a little more, exposing me completely. The air hitting my crotch made me gasp; it was a shock to my aroused body. I wanted the warmth of a tongue or a hand there even more now that the warm water was gone.

The remaining puddle of water in the tub was cooling, so I moved along, grabbing my shampoo. I thought about you opening it, smelling it, recognizing the scent from my hair and my pillow, then squirting some into your hand. I massaged my scalp with it, combed my fingers through my hair, pretending it was you, your strong fingers rubbing away tension as I melted back against you. I imagined your lips on my shoulder, getting suds in your hair, too, and your cock growing hard beneath me. I murmured your name in the silence of my bathroom.

I was slippery and ready for your cock, but all I had were my thoughts. I needed release, I needed to cum hard, and you were what I wanted, what filled my head.

I turned the shower spray on and waited while the water turned warm. I adjusted the temperature and rinsed my hair, still picturing your loving touches. I imagined you with the showerhead in hand, careful to not get any suds near my eyes.

In my mind I saw the showerhead returning to its fixed position and spraying warm water over us as we kissed and you slipped a hand down to my pussy. In reality, it was me, in the bathtub, my fingers in my cunt, letting the shower spray tickle my nipples and tummy.

I stretched back in the tub, spreading my legs, imagining you moving between my legs, your tongue darting between them. I let the shower spray barely hit my vulva. I moved the spray around so the sensation was fleeting, tickling, teasing. My body was aching for you, so I finally let the spray brush my clit. It felt like a million tiny vibrators massaging me, so I pictured you, with a toy, a vibrating cock, sitting at my entrance, teasing me all over.

I let the shower hit me more directly with this new thought, a new game for you and I. Your tongue on my pussy, on my clit, the toy touching your tongue, my clit, disappearing inside, humming gently. Would you like to play like that, Nick? I would... It got me so ready, so horny, all I had to do was just let the spray touch my clit and my hips were bucking. I was cumming, winding up and letting the waves of water spread waves of pleasure across my body.

All at once it was too sensitive, too much, but I know the game and the tricks, and in my mind, so do you. I let the shower tickle my thighs for another second, then shifted it back onto my pulsing, susceptible clit. The sensation was too strong, not a pain, but too much, uncomfortable, and I wanted to move. In my head you hold me in place, whispering reassurances as you pass the vibrator over my clit and into my cunt, licking me in between your words.

Within seconds I felt the switch and it was pleasure again, hotter, harder, higher than the first time. I bucked my hips, grinding against the spray, and sang out in delight as I came again; this time I didn't let the spray stop at all, just kept it there. I felt the torturous second and then elevated; I was fighting, clawing my way to the top of the mountain. I tumbled down, crying out, slowing, dragging out orgasm after orgasm, some tiny and others thrashing, until I lay calm and shaky, alone in my bathtub.

I forced myself to recover quickly so I could get to work, washing away my slippery cum, my hazy dream and fantasy swirling around and down the drain.

I miss you, Nick...

Love,

Cat