Dreams in Silver

A weird vibe sets up a dream

The evening was filled with weird vibes. Kate could not place her finger on a cause. Just a feeling that was nagging away at the back of her mind. Christie had been leading the teams a while and was good a it. She managed to get the best out of everyone.

No one challenged Christie’s authority much. It was well backed by upper management. What Christie wanted, Christie got. No one had an issue with that arrangement because Christie also took care of her teams. In her own way, of course.

Taking a look back over past diary entries, Kate noticed a pattern that made the vibe feel all the more intense. Whenever Christie tried to be funny around Andrew, it always felt like Christie was trying too hard to appear not to be trying too hard. Something was not quite as it seemed.

The more Kate thought about it, the more it felt as if Andrew had gained some secret information that he could use against Christie. That was a big stretch of the imagination but seemed the only way to explain why Christie tried so hard to be on her best behavior whenever she was around Andrew.

As far as Kate could tell, Andrew didn’t seem affected by this vibe at all. He was just Andrew.

In an effort to forget about the weird vibe and worries about the banquet, Kate picked up a book and got comfortable with it. Someone had recommended this author… and tonight was as good a night to try.

The pages flew by. At some point, deep into the night, Kate drifted off to sleep as the finished book slid off her laps onto the floor. A simple smirk was etched across her lips as dreams picked up where the author had left off.

It was not long before Kate found herself observing a couple having a romantic dinner over a stone table on a terrace overlooking crashing waves of Mediterranean Seas. The couple seemed totally into each other. Their faces red with blushes, their eyes deeply focused into each other as their hands touched and caressed each other’s arms.

The scene featured a setting sun as a flurry of activities blurred behind the couple who seemed unaware of the passing time. Words flowed. Smiles and giggles followed. Heads were tilted. Kisses were stolen. Lips dripped with desire.

By the time the sun was plunging below sea level, the couple were exchanging life giving kisses that threatened to arouse any onlooker who didn’t quickly turn away. They could have gotten a room, as their want for each other was climaxing rapidly.

As if on cue, the couple got up slowly and moved about, all while in deep embraces, and headed towards the only door available to them. Kate’s vantage point seemed to follow with great interests as the couple passed a wine covered wall as the man’s hands found the woman’s breast and changed her breathing heavily.

Kate drew back a little in surprise as the man’s hands found the short hemline of the dress and moved it up and aside. His hands had found the woman’s exposed privates. Not trying to recoil in shock, Kate stayed put trying to act normal as this man skillfully orchestrated a rhythm that left the woman weak in the knees with arms wrapped around his neck.

It was clear that the woman was no longer able to keep her balance in her twin strapped heels. The hunger by which the man was feasting on the woman’s lips quickened Kate’s heart. No one had kissed Kate like that before. The man needed his woman desperately.

While one hand found her nipples, the other worked between her legs and the groans of pleasure and moans of desire was unnerving Kate. She was not used to seeing or experiencing such deep intimacy. This was something good girls didn’t do. Yet, turning away seemed wrong. In a public setting nonetheless.

Kate watched the woman struggle to hold on to the man she was dating. When they both parted long enough to breathe, the womans face, in crimson red, appeared to look like Christie’s face.

Startled, Kate flinched hard enough that she nearly fell off her couch. This awakened her. With awareness that she was aroused herself, Kate chastised herself for allowing her thoughts to go down such a naughty path. It was time to go to bed. In a few hours, it would be time to work. In what appeared to be a drunken zig zag stumble, Kate made her way to her bed with one arm across her chest… as if she was the one being fondled in the dream.

Some short time before her head hit the pillow, Kate had fallen asleep, as she landed face down. The dream picked up a few scenes later, as if fate needed Kate to learn a lesson or two.

The man was standing over his date. His tie had been undone but his suit was still in place. The lady looked like she had finally stumbled onto a couch and was trying to remove her sandals. The way she was blushing and giggling, the man had said something very naughty. His stance was of pure powerful dominance. The woman was struggling to focus. These sandals should not have been difficult to slip out of, but when distracted by such a man, one can be expected to struggle some with the bindings of sandals.

The man opened his hand and took a swing. A flash of raw emotions flew threw Kate. The landing of the open hand on an exposed bottom sent shivers down Kate’s back. The woman jumped and gulped a large amount of air. With her hand across her neck, here eyes were wide open with surprise that transitioned quickly to intense desire.