Chapter 16

Jane leans back in her chair yawning, and tells Brad she’s going to take a quick nap. She covers herself in a blanket and curls up into a ball.

Brad notices how sweet she looks, and replays their exchange so far. She is so easy to be with and clearly isn’t trying to impress anybody. He would never want to hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.

She reminds him so much of Kelly, and has to keep remembering that Jane is a different person. With Kelly, he’d just go over beside her, cuddle up, and hold her until she fell asleep. Then later he would play with her nipples until they were hard, tickling her clit until it stood up, then kiss her body until it was tingling.

He’d stroke her pussy until it was all nice and wet, waking her up in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm. He would do that all the time with Kelly, and she loved it.

They’d had a great sex life and would fuck anywhere they got the chance. In the back of their friend’s cars was a frequent favorite. Or she would give him blow jobs at the office building owned by his parents, right in the middle of the executive boardroom. She’d even sneak him into her house at night where he’d come into her bedroom and they’d have the craziest orgasms while having to be totally silent so her parents wouldn’t hear them. He’d leave her in her bed, feeling raw and exhausted, with his come all over her belly and tits, while he sneaked back out the door. Somehow, they never got caught.

Those times with Kelly were so special. They naturally fit together and trusted each other. They could go anywhere together and both knew they were made for each other.

What he wouldn’t do to have that feeling again. That feeling of being completely relaxed with a woman, like playmates taking on the world and making it a shiny and happy place to be.

He hopes Jane will be that to him. He wants to show her Paris and have someone paint her portrait. He wants to take her to Iceland where they get a private spa experience and have wild, passionate sex in the hot springs. Or he could rent out the National Art Gallery, so they can fuck in front of a Monet painting while covering each other in champagne and chocolate sauce.

He wonders if Jane will ever be that wild of a woman. It could be even better with her than it was with Kelly, because now he had money to play with and no parents to sneak around.

Jane tosses and turns in her chair. Brad clearly sees she’s having a dream, judging by the way her eyes are moving quickly around under the tender lids. Is it a good dream or bad? Is she dreaming about him? He can only hope, but can’t tell. She starts swaying and her head nods down to the side.

Jane is lost in a place that feels like a different world. She is dreaming she is in a garden in the middle of the night, and is wearing only a see-through negligée. It’s all white and goes down just to the top of her thighs. She has white, satin panties underneath, and the cool breeze is flowing through it and up her body.

She is walking around barefoot in the field, and she can feel the dew on her feet. It all feels surreal and magical. She is lost in this dream, but somehow doesn’t feel that way. She is looking for something and just going wherever she is pulled to go.

She sees a water fountain and splashes water all over her body. In the reflection, she notices the presence of someone behind her. She is terrified and frozen for a moment, unable to run anywhere. She feels this person come closer and closer behind her. She wants to scream, but she can’t.

Then she feels hands on her back, and at first, she is ready to run, or to fight, but then she realizes these hands are safe and warm.

They are the hands of a man, and they are lifting up her lingerie and rubbing around her lower back. She has no idea who this is, and she doesn’t care.

It feels so good to have a mystery man touching her. She can feel his breath on her neck, and his one hand reaches around to her right breast, massaging it to turn her on. Then his other hand reaches down her ass, and he starts playing with it in a way no one ever has before.

She reaches down with her hand and starts stroking her pussy while he’s finger fucking her ass. Who is this man? Who cares? It feels so good. She starts moaning and getting wet in her dream. She looks in the mirror and sees that it’s Brad.

She wakes up, startled, and wonders if Brad really is touching her body. She looks over and sees Brad is across from her. He hasn’t been touching her, but part of her wishes he would have been. Her panties are so wet, as if she came in them. She’s nervous, wondering if he was watching and knows she just had a wet dream about him.

“Wow, I had the craziest dream,” she said, fishing to see if there was anything she should be worried about.

“I noticed,” he said, not setting her mind at ease at all. “You were moaning a lot.”

“Crazy. I think I need to go to the washroom to freshen up.”

“I’ll save your seat,” Brad says and winks.

He can smell her juices in the air, and based on her moaning, he suspects she was dreaming about sex. He’d love to take a chance and start something up in the bathroom with her while she’s still horny, wet, and out of her senses, but he wants her to come to him when she’s ready, and not feel like he’s pushed himself on her.

Damn, she’s one sexy creature. I can’t wait to get a piece of her sweet ass.