DREAM LOVER BY MARSHA HUBBARD NORTON

PROLOGUE

As Michele’s body arches against her lovers, her eyes yearn to see his face. His face is always in the shadows, but his body so strong, so muscular, so sexy and so desirable. With each thrust of his body Michele falls deeper into her orgasm, her body cries out but yet he does not ejaculate. “Now my love, now,” begs Michele as her lover pauses to suckle her taut nipples, pulling and teasing them.“Not yet my love,” whispers her lover as he thrust deeper inside Michele.As his body explodes Michele feels his hot fluid run inside of her and then down her thighs.“I want to see your face,” moans Michele as her hands reach for her lover’s face.“It is not time for that my love,” answers the man as he rubs his hands down Michele’s body. Michele closes her eyes as her body arches toward him and then explodes with another orgasm.As she feels him pull away, Michele reaches for him, but her arms feel only the air.With a moan and a cry Michele wakes. The sheets feel hot, sticky and confining to Michele as she moves quietly from bed. Hoping not to wake her sleeping partner she moves to a chair to slide on her dress and sandals. As she does her partner stirs and Michele holds her breath. After a few seconds a blissful snore escapes his mouth as he rolls over still asleep. As she breathes a sigh of relief Michele knows if he wakes he will pull her back into the bed. Oh the sex was good, really it was great as it always was; but even with several orgasms Michele felt something was missing.It’s that damned dream, thinks Michele, even in the middle of the night and with someone else’s arms around her, her dream lover haunts her.How dare he intrude, thinks Michele, as she hunts for her panties, finally she sees them under the edge of the bed.Just as she pulls on her panties, Eric moves.“Hey, are you leaving,” asks Eric as leans on one elbow. His thick blonde hair is tussled and his muscular chest is bare, the tattoo of a dragon covers most of it.“Yes, I have to go into the office and I need to go home and change,” says Michele as she hopes he doesn’t get out of bed, but no such luck as Eric rises from the bed.As he does he stretches his lean, muscular body and the look in his eye as well as the beginning of an erection tells Michele that if she does not skip out now he will want to take her back to bed.What’s wrong with me thinks Michele as Eric grabs a cigarette and lights it up, that wouldn’t be so bad. He is good-looking, strong and he knows how to please a woman, but flashes of her dream intrudes into this thought. The vivid memories of her making love to her faceless dream lover stop any stirrings she might have had.“I thought we might just stay in bed today,” says Eric as he moves closer to Michele. His erection is now very visible and Michele knows she is lost if he even kisses her, for he won’t just stop at a kiss.“I have to file some papers at the court house for a new client,” says Michele as she moves to the bedroom door of Eric’s small but expensively furnished apartment.“Damn, okay,” says Erica as he takes a puff of his cigarette. “You will be home tonight right?’“No, remember I am going out with Rhonda for a girl’s night out and I thought you had a gig?”“I meant after the gig, you can meet me at the club or here, “say Eric as he puts his arms around Michele and rubs his very erect penis against her.The look is in his eyes tells Michele this is suppose to be the point where she melts and moves back to the bed, but the attraction was gone and all she wanted to do was leave.To show him he is getting nowhere Michele moves to the front door. Eric’s arm is around her now and his hand is massaging her breast. Michele can feel his hand through the thin silk dress, but as much as she would like her body to respond it does not.“I don’t know, 2 a.m. is pretty late for me on a work night.”“Oh baby, it is just the shank of the evening.”“For someone whose night starts at nine p.m. it is but I have to be at the office at 9 a.m. and I am pretty sure you don’t plan on us sleeping at 2 a.m.”“Oh you are so right baby,” says Eric as he pinches Michele’s nipple.“Well, like I said I have plans tonight and I need to be at the office in an hour and a half so I don’t think so,” says Michele as Eric opens the front door for her.As Eric stands in the doorway Michele wonders at his nerve. Yes, his body is great looking but the sun is up and people are leaving the apartment complex for work. Michele wonders as a girl in a BMW rides by and honks and waves at them, Michele knows it is for Eric. The girl seems to show no surprise at Eric standing naked in his doorway.Well, thinks Michele, this is a singles only apartment complex.“I’ll talk to you later,” says Michele as she pulls away from Eric but gives him a quick kiss on the cheek to placate him.“Be there baby, I really need you,” says Eric as he rubs his swollen penis.“I’ll try,” says Michele as she hurries to her car.Oh, Lord I need out of this, thinks Michele as she gets into her cherry red Mustang convertible.Being a Women’s Advocate Attorney afforded Michele with many material things, but the satisfaction of helping women stick it to any man or company who are assholes in their treatment to women was even better.Michele took cases from sexual discrimination to custody battles and divorce and even consumer advocacy issues.Michele’s partners found it irritating that a third of Michele’s cases were pro bono, but the senior partners never said much as Michele had an 80 percent win ratio from her pro bono and paid cases. The paid cases brought big money to the firm, as did the pro bono when Michele won them for her clients.As Michele drives down the road toward her condo she revels in the cool breeze off of the river. Her hair blows free and the wind feels like the caress of a lover.Life in Amherst provided every form of entertainment you could look for, but Michele most preferred the activities the river offered.Her small sailboat stayed moored at the local boat yard and Michele had become an expert sailor with a year of buying the boat.But, even the water could not wipe out the vivid dream she had in the night, a dream so vivid Miche
le feels herself having an orgasm.Oh god this is crazy, thinks Michele as the blaring of a horn startles her and Michele moves through a now green light, her face a lovely shade of pink.As Michele pulls into the condo parking lot she is glad to find it empty. As she rushes through her shower Michele thinks about the dreams and when they first began.Three months ago on a hot summer night, restless Michele tossed and turned. Her latest relationship just ended something she was glad of, as Tom was so wrong.Tom or Thomas as he preferred was a local attorney who came up against Michele in several cases, most that he had lost.Tom seemed attractive and although a little conservative they became lovers.After becoming lovers they made sure they never came against each other in court again.Thomas a member of the local country club, something Michele avoided at all cost and on top of that he was a dyed in the wool Republican while Michele was a liberal Democrat.This caused many a disagreement between them, but what was the final straw was Thomas’s outrage at Michele taking on a sexual discrimination case pro bono.The defendant was a multi million-dollar real estate mogul and a friend of Thomas.The argument began with him wheedling and pleading then one night he demanded Michele drop the case.No one tells me what case to take, thinks Michele as she pulls off her dress to take a quick shower before work.The real estate mogul had used his power to pursue a young secretary at one of his offices. At first it was comments that he called compliments but the girl felt they bordered on suggestive. Then it was flowers and lunch offers all which the girl declined till one day he told her she would or he would make sure she was arrested for embezzlement, a lie but the girl was scared so she agreed to lunch.The lunch was on his cabin cruiser and ended in a torn dress and a bruised body. The girl waited for a week before she came to Michele’s office. A week of hell thinks Michele, as she knew the mogul used her fear to use her body to his advantage.The trial ended not only in the girl receiving a million dollar settlement from the mogul but the mogul was found guilty of misdemeanor sexual misconduct and received a suspended sentence. His money and power got him this and a total of six months of community service. Her company received one fourth of the girl’s settlement.That was the day her and Thomas’s relationship ended and that night her dream lover entered her mind and her body. The dream was so vivid that Michele woke to find herself in an orgasm. One she reveled in.The meetings with her dream lover became a nightly affair, as did the orgasms. The sex was so vivid that Michele’s body ached from it each morning. As hard as she tried Michele could never saw the man’s face.Then Eric came into the picture. She met him at a local club that catered to people in their 20’s and 30’s.They had sex that first night, something Michele blamed on as too much Tequila but more than likely the need to have a real man touch her in the hopes he would wipe away her dream lover.It then became a weekly or weekend affair, although sometimes they met during the week at Eric’s place mostly. Eric was fun, a good lover, but past that Michele knew she had to be realistic, they had nothing in common.But even Eric and his wonderful body did not keep her dream lover away. In fact he became more insistent and came to her nightly after that, even as he did last night while she slept in Eric’s arms. The trip into office was not necessary this early but Michele knew she needed to get out of Eric’s apartment and more importantly out of this affair. It was time to be honest and tonight she knew she would not meet him. He would call and cowardly or not she would tell him by phone.As she steps out of her car Michele straightens her gray skirt, the hemline professional but short enough to allow any passer by a nice glimpse of Michele’s slender but muscular legs. Her bright pink short sleeve sweater is snug but not too suggestive.Her long black hair is brushed and hangs loose so that a stray wind blows a strand of it in her face as she stands in the parking lot.Hello Ms. Howard, “says Terry as Michele pulls her hair out of her face.“Good morning Terry, how are you?” asks Michele as she walks over to her legal assistant.Terry was a pert, little blonde that was married to a local police officer.“I am fine but you are in early,” says Terry as she walks along side her boss.Terry knew she was lucky to be Michele’s assistant as Michele was a kind and understanding boss but she was also one of the best attorneys in Amherst.As Michele and Terry enter the law firm of Jacobs, Athens and Fowler they wave at Nick the security guard on duty at the front desk.“Yes, I just came in to go over some briefs,” says Michele as she makes up an excuse as to why she came to the office early.“Well, after you left Friday a new case came into your desk,” says Terry.As Michele enters her office she turns on the lights, but also opens the heavy drapes, drapes she feel that are too dark and too stuffy. But Mr. Jacob’s wife had felt she knew decorating so most of the offices were filled with over stuffed leather, dark wood and heavy drapes.As she looks out her window Michele sees the beginning of fall. The trees have a few gold leaves on them and they stand out vividly against the green of the other leaves.Michele hopes she can convince Rhonda to go on a sail before they go to dinner as soon as fall comes the nights get cooler and darker sooner.As she turns Michele sees a file on her desk.Ok, let’s see what we have here, thinks Michele as she sits at her desk. As Michele reads the file her sense of righteous indignation raises to the top.The file is thin but loaded. A young woman 27 years of age has filed a wrongful termination suit as well as a sexual harassment suit against her employers. Named in the suit is the ow
ner of the restaurant and the manager is named in the sexual harassment suit.She is just three years younger than me, thinks Michele as she reads the file. But this girl had worked her way up and doing it while she raised a small child. She deserved praise not this kind of treatment, thinks Michele. After working at a local restaurant for five years as assistant chef she finds herself terminated. The reason for the termination was a sudden poor workmanship report from the manager but her previous job ratings had been all high. The girl stated it was because of the new manager, as assistant chef she answered to the head chef and to the manager of the restaurant. Things begin going wrong when she refused to go out with the manager and refused his advances she said. She had always worked the lunch shift and early dinner so she could be home to be with her child. As a single mother this was important to her. The manager then cut her days off to one. This left her little time for her child.The girl also stated the manager had been touching her inappropriately, he passed it off as a casual touch or some thing like that but the girl knew better.“What a jerk,” mutters Michele as she makes a few quick notes in the file.Research the restaurant financial record, research the owner, the manager and yes even the girl, as the restaurant and or manager’s attorneys will rake her over the goals.As Michele picks up her phone to buzz Terry, Terry walks in the office.“I figured you want the restaurant financials researched as well as the owner and that manager,” says Terry as she hands Michele a steaming cup of coffee.“Yes and thank you for the coffee I need it bad,” says Michele as she notices Terry has fixed it just as she likes.“I will work on it today and get it to you before five,” says Terry as Michele’s cell phone rings.“Thank you,” whispers Michele as she answers her cell phone.“Hi Rhonda, I was thinking about you this morning,” says Michele as she sips her coffee. “Do you want to go on a sail before dinner?” Michele pauses as Rhonda gives a yes to the sail and a question about Eric.“No I am not meeting Eric tonight in fact Eric is history as soon as I can tell him. I told him I was going out with you. Yes, I know you told me but— “Eric called you and asked you to cancel tonight –oh what a jerk,” says Michele as she puts her coffee cup down hard, spilling some on her desk.“He is one conceited asshole, oh sure he is good looking,” Michele pauses as Rhonda makes a comment.“Yes and he is good that way too you goof,” laughs Michele, “but there has got to be more. Why can’t I have what you and Don have or Terry and Doug have? I know you say I am too picky and he is out there.”Deep inside Michele knows the real man for her is only a dream, not real but she lets her thoughts wander to the dream. The images of his hands, his lips and his throbbing penis as it entered her waiting body cause Michele to shiver and much to her embarrassment orgasm.“Earth to Michele, are you listening,” says Rhonda as she wonders at the moan she knows she hears from Michele, “Oh, yes sorry,” says Michele as she tries to quiet her body. But it aches to know the name of her dream lover or for him to be real.“Back to Eric,” says Rhonda, “you are better off. I will go for a sail but it is only dinner okay as Don is getting home tonight early.”Don a pilot for a local airline was gone three days a week so Michele knew how Rhonda missed him. As they had only been married two years, Michele envied the still honeymoon behavior of the two.“That is fine; I will leave early and pick you up by say no later than five. We can sail an hour and eat at the pier and I will have you home by seven is that okay? As a preschool teacher Rhonda was off at three so Michele knew if she could leave earlier they could get a longer sail.
“That is fine; Don will be home about eight.”“Okay, see you later,” says Michele as she clicks off her phone.The day seems to pass too quickly and although she hates it Michele has had no time to do any work on her new case. The research Terry did now sits in the case file. Lunch was an ordered in sandwich, which sits uneaten on Michele’s desk. The bulk of the day was unscheduled meetings with the senior partners and helping two of the newer attorneys with briefs.A phone call to the girl to set up a time to meet proved fruitless as all she got was a voice mail machine but a message telling to call for an appointment was completed.As Michele looks at the clock she sees it is 3 p.m. already.Damn, thinks Michele as she picks up the new client’s file. I am getting out of here. I have been here since early this morning and I will never get a chance to read this here. I need to just go home, go for a sail and dinner and go home and work.And a talk with Eric, some thing Michele dreaded doing as Eric had not really done anything to her but she knew it was time. It was just sex, good sex but just sex.The ringing of her cell phone startles her out of this thought.“Hello, oh Eric it’s you,” says Michele as she cringes inside.“Hey babe,” says Eric. “How’s your day going?”Babe, thinks Michele. He knows I hate that term as I have told him several times.“It has been real busy, and yours?” asks Michele hoping the call goes smoothly as does the break up.“I went back to bed after you left but I sure missed you next to me babe,”The babe word again, thinks Michele. He is making it real easy to break up.“Eric, we need to talk,” begins Michele but is interrupted.“We can talk tonight babe well after wards,” says Eric with a sexy, dirty laugh.“I am not meeting you tonight I told you I had plans and I have to work tomorrow but there is more. Eric, you are a good looking guy and it has been fun but I think we need to cool it,” says Michele as she waits for Eric’s reply she crosses her fingers.“You are dumping me!” The tone in his voice tells Michele this has not happened much to Eric.“Dump is not a nice word, it sounds like I am putting out the trash it is just,” begins Michele but Eric interrupts and his tone is less than friendly.“No one dumps me, I dump them. You had it good babe. I have plenty of younger women dying to bed me. After all you are older than me,” quips EricFour years younger, thinks Michele but light years in maturity.“Whatever Eric, I know you can meet some one else,” says Michele as she restrains from shutting off the phone and throwing it.“Got news for you babe, already have and been seeing her when you weren’t available. I got needs you know.”“You are jerk and you just made this easy,” says Michele as she disconnects the call.“Screw him,” mutters Michele. All it ever was for him was the sex and her boat and her car. He was someone just after Tom and that was it but still I am pissed, thinks Michele as she slams her files in her briefcase.As she buzzes Terry, Michele tries to calm down. It is done you wanted it done so cool down, she thinks.“Terry it is after three and I have no more appointments and I have court in the morning so I am going to call it a day. You can knock off early too, just meet me in court at 8:00 sharp,” says Michele as she pulls her drapes and turns out her desk lamp.“I will be there and Doug will love me being home to cook his dinner early,” says Terry as she notices the look in her boss’s eyes.Oh boy, thinks Terry, I bet it has to do with Eric. Terry could not help but over hear some of Michele’s conversation with Eric she knew this was it. He was never good enough for her. He was a rounder. She knew this after seeing him several days ago in a new BMW with a cute little blonde.“Have a good night Terry,” says Michele as she heads for the elevators.She deserves someone great, thinks Terry as she locks Michele’s office door. The sail was fun and dinner was good and most of the conversation was about Michele and her past mistakes. Several times Michele was tempted to share her dream lover with Rhonda but she was afraid her friend would think her nuts. Michele knew this would not be the case as she and Rhonda had been friends forever, attending grade school, junior high and high school together. They even went to the same college together and then Rhonda went onto teach while Michele went onto law school. Michele was the maid of honor at Rhonda’s wedding.My dream lover is special and some thing I do not want to share, thinks Michele as she sips another glass of wine.The brief for the new case lies in front of her. Terry did good work, thinks Michele, as she reads the financial records for the restaurant. The restaurant was owned by a family and had location in several major cities including two out of the United States with profits in the millions as it served gourmet foods and catered to a higher income population.I hate these kinds of restaurants, thinks Michele; some one like Terry and Doug would find it hard to handle a meal here. Hell, I would, thinks Michele or too often anyway as she peruses the menu. A salad, five dollars, that is ridiculous.As she stretches Michele can see that it is only 8 p.m. and by no means is she tired.A hot bubble bath sounds real good right now, thinks Michele as she turns back to the file to read the research Terry had done on the restaurant manager and the client.Bath later, thinks Michele, work now.The manager Frank Thomas had only been the manager for a little less than a year. He was 39 and had been married three times and had worked at his last job for over six years. He had a business degree, rented an apartment in a high-income area and drove a two-year-old Corvette.Terry really did damn good work in one day, thinks Michele as she takes her last sip of wine.The file went onto say that there had been a similar complaint by a waitress at his last job but before it could go any where he had left the job to take his position with Café RenaldoDamn it, the girl should have filed a lawsuit; this just let him free to harass other women.This needs more investigation, maybe a talk with this other girl — yes definitely a talk with her, thinks Michele as she goes on to read more about the manager. How Terry found out he also dated several women at one time was a wonder to Michele. The girl must be part detective or psychic thinks Michele.The client was Amber Rodgers and was 27; she was divorced mother of one child age five and had
been divorced for two years. The divorce was listed as being mutually wanted by both parties.Note to self, thinks Michele as she writes it down, asks client about past marriage. No matter how nosy it may seem Michele knew she did not need any hidden marital flings or even a suggestion of one coming up in trial. Amber had graduated from a local culinary school and had been at the same restaurant for five years. Her bank account showed a decent but not large balance and credit was rated as good. She rented not owned a modest little two-bedroom home in a middle upper income neighborhood. Note again to question Amber about her current social life, as the defendant’s attorney will most certainly do this.Another yawn tells Michele it is time to set the file aside.I will read the owners personal data tomorrow thinks Michele, as she notices a thicker sheet of papers with the owner info typed on them.As she strips off her clothes, Michele looks at herself in the mirror. What she sees is not what others see especially her lovers.She does not see the high cheekbones that accentuate her deep blue eyes; to her she has a face that is too thin.Her long black hair hangs loose and her tan is a warm brown.Her breasts are well shaped and her nipples are dark and when aroused stick out so much that are lovers get very aroused. Her belly is flat and her hips are wide but not large.At 30, she has what her mother used to call child bearing hips, some thing Michele wonders if she will ever find a need for.The hair between her legs is thick and curly, Michele never felt the desire to shave and none of her lovers ever seemed to mind. In fact Eric had told her it was a big turn on.As Michele sinks below the warm bubble bath she has run she leans over to take a sip of the glass of wine she has brought to the tub with her. The candle she has lit smells of warm vanilla and a love song plays softly from the CD player.The wine, the musky smell of the candle and the music all add up to help her relax so Michele closes her eyes. The fog is thick and envelopes Michele like an invisible blanket. The forest gathers round her but Michele does not feel any fear. As she moves toward the sound of the water she knows she is not alone, for although she cannot see any one she knows some one is watching her.As the fog lightens Michele finds her beside a crystal, clear lake. The moss around the lake is thick and lush and too her pair feet feel like a warm carpet.The silky, white nightgown she is wearing feels wet against Michele’s skin, the hem drags the ground.As she sits by the lake, Michele lets her fingers trail in the water. The water is surprisingly warm.Her reflection stares up at her as she waits.“You are here,” says a rich, male voice and Michele begins to quiver with excitement, an excitement she feels in her heart down to her groin.Why can’t I see his face, thinks Michele as the lake reflects a male body that is lithe yet sensuous in its lines.The man’s hand brushes Michele’s hair then her cheek and Michele feels her body shake even more.“Cold my love?” asks the man as he sinks down beside Michele.“No,” whispers Michele as the man begins to kiss her hair, then her eyes.A moan escapes Michele’s lips and she tries to stop his touch, hiss kisses, but the man leans in and seals her protest with his lips against hers.As his kisses become more insistent his tongues probes the inside of Michele’s mouth. As Michele returns his kiss her tongue inside his mouth the man’s hands begin to move over her nightgown and soon Michele finds her nightgown below her breast.Michele knows she is lost as the man lays her on the grass; his lips lock onto her nipple, first one then the other.Another moan escapes Michele’s lips and her hands move to grasp the man’s thick, wavy, black hair.The man murmurs words of love as he moves his lips from her breast to her stomach.“You are mine, we were destined to be one,” says the man as his lips move slowly down her body, moving her gown as he kisses her. He smells of musk and Michele revels in the smell.“But, I cannot see your face. I want to see your face. Why can’t I see your face?” ask Michele as her body thrust against him. The hunger for him to be inside her grows till Michele aches with the passion. She wants to take her hand and put him inside her. As she reaches for him, the man stops her and holds both hands with his one.“You will soon my love,” says the man as his tongue find the dark patch between Michele’s legsAs his tongue moves in and out Michele’s body she feels as if she is on fire. She frees her hands and reaches for the man’s penis, to find that some how he has found time to remove his clothes.“No love, whispers the man, I am here to please you and once again he holds Michele’s hands with his one.“Oh my god,” cries Michele as orgasm begins to build. The man’s tongue is now more insistent and it probes the very spot very the orgasm has begun, rubbing his tongue around her clit till Michele arches her back pushing her body into his.As she feels the orgasm build to an exploding point, the man takes his tongue out and lies on top of her. His body is hot with the heat of passion and Michele lets her arms encircle his body.The man thrust his penis into Michele’s aching body and she pulls at him as to pull him all the way into her body.Each thrust of his body sends Michele closer to edge, tears of passion run down her face and the man licks them with his tongue.The thrust gentle at first are now more intense and insistent and his breathing is as heavy as Michele’sAs her body explodes Michele feels the man’s hot semen inside her body and on her thighs. She feels spent but so alive.Michele can feel the man pulling away from her but as he does he kisses once more passionately.“Please your name, are you real, please something,” pleads Michele as she reaches for him,“Not yet my love,” says the man as his fingers once more enter Michele’s body/“Oh my love,” says Michele as her body arches in an orgasm.As Michele li
es there, the man stands and dresses.Michele reaches once more with her arms but she only embraces empty air.With a start Michele wakes her body wet but not from the water, her nipples are erect and she knows she has had yet another orgasm — thanks to her dream lover.“Oh god who are you, are you real,” murmurs Michele as she lowers her body into the somewhat cooler water. The smell of musk over powers the vanilla candle in the room and Michele’s heart pounds with confusion and desire. You look like hell, thinks Michele as she looks at herself in her bedroom mirror.The dark circles under her eyes are hidden best they can be with makeup.As Michele straightens the hem of her gray power suit as she calls it, she knows the restless night she spent is the cause of the dark circles under her eyes.How could I smell musk, the mush was in the dreams, thinks Michele as she picks up her briefcase and purse.But I smelled musk, thinks Michele as she leaves her house and heads for the courthouse. As they enter the law firm offices, Michele feels a sense of success.The whole trial lasted an hour. The defendants attorney tried every method he could to discredit the plaintiff.How a man could talk so bad about a woman he had been married to for twenty years upset but did not shock Michele. After twenty years of marriage, three children, all under 18 the man had left his still attractive wife for a woman only twenty -two years of age he had me on the Internet and the new wife did not want him to share any of his wealth with his ex wife or children.As the man was worth several hundred thousands of dollars this was greedy and not just wrong legally but also morally.But, at the end of the trial, Michele not only helped the woman get the house, the car; but also alimony and a very good child support payment.Michele laughs as she recalls the scowl on the face of the man’s new wife as the judge declared his findings.I bet he got an ear full from her and I bet he isn’t getting any for a while, thinks Michele with a smile on her face.As she picks up the Amber Rodgers file, Michele rubs her temples. The beginning of a headache nags at her temples and eyes.Great, thinks Michele that is all I need is a headache.As she looks at her watch, Michele sees it is only ten a.m. This gives me two hours work time, thinks Michele as she concentrates on the file in front of her.The owner or current owner as the restaurant was as a family business is thirty- five-year-old Marco Ranaldo.His family had owned or operated the restaurant since the sixties but Marco had taken over running it five years ago at his father’s retirement. In that five years he opened two new restaurants with the original restaurant being the corporate office headquartered in New York City.As Michele read on she could see that the current owner had cashed in by offering a quiet ambience to his customers. Michele hated the idea of catering to those with more materially than others, but she had to admire his business sense; his financial records proved his success.The pictures behind the paper file attracted Michele’s attention.The first group of pictures showed all six restaurants, each different in some way but all with the same quiet elegance and ambience.The next picture was that of the original owner and his family.The picture showed an attractive man dressed in a traditional three -piece suit. His wife was dressed in a quiet, elegant manner. Her head was held high but Michele felt she was kind by the look in her eyes and the touch of her hand on the youngest child.There were three children in the picture, one boy and two girls. The girls appeared younger than the boy and were fair -haired like their mother. The boy was as tall as his father but and had dark hair like his, a lock of it fell rakishly over his forehead. The boy looked to be in his early teens while the girls younger. The pictured was dated 1988.The next picture was another family picture, but had a newer date on it. The date was 2006.The man was still attractive but his hair was completely gray. His wife still had her quiet elegance and her eyes still held what Michele believed to be a kind expression. The family had grown as each girl now a woman had a husband next to them. One girl had two children while the younger looking one had one child, her belly was very much swollen with a pregnancy.As Michele’s eyes move to the son’s face something stirs in her.I know him, thinks Michele, as she looks at the face of a very handsome man, The face not familiar but its lines are; his body is well built and Michele feels as if she knows this man in a very physical sense.But that is crazy, think Michele, I have never met him.“Why do I know you? Why do you arouse me so?” asks Michele as she continues to stare at the man’s face.Stop this, thinks Michele as she turns the family picture over. You are taking him on in court not taking him to your bed. But, for a second she feels as if she had taken him to her bed.One more picture waits for Michele and it is a picture of the man.God, he is gorgeous, thinks Michele, but more than that. He is sexy but there is something haunting about his looks. The man’s eyes are dark as his hair and they seem to look at Michele as if he was in the room with her.Quit this, thinks Michele as she shuts the file. Covering up the man’s picture does not erase his face from her mind and Michele feels a sense of irritation at herself, but also a sense of some thing more. Some deeper and more seductive emotion, as if I am connected to him, had been with him.“You are tired Michele, that is it,” says Michele as she leans back in her chair. “Great now you are talking to yourself.”It is only 10:30, god it seems later, thinks Michele, as the headache is now a constant throb.Michele closes her eyes for one minute but jerks herself up as she feels herself do
zing off.Screw lunch, thinks Michele as she buzzes Terry.“Terry, it is not quite eleven and I have no appointments till two so I am going home for awhile.”“Are you okay?” asks Terry.She looks tired and seems so distracted but she was usual cool, calm self in court, thinks Terry. It is these dreams, but I do not what to tell her. It seems so unbelievable but if she says they are happening they must be.“I am fine, just tired and a small headache. I want to be at my best for this new client. I will be back at one thirty at the latest.”As Michele leaves the office, she knows Terry is worried.Maybe I should not have told her about the dreams, but I had to tell some one, thinks Michele as heads home.Maybe I will call Rhonda tonight, thinks Michele as she moves in out and of traffic. With shades drawn and a pill for her headache taken, Michele feels like some soft, soothing music.As she turns on her bedside radio, the song that comes across startles her.“Dream lover, please be mine.”Oh god, thinks Michele as she lies on bed. As she is dressed only in a slip the silk sheets feel good to her warm skin.The words of the song play in her ears as she closes her eyes once more.“Dream lover, please be mine. I love you every night. Dream lover where are you? You’re the only one I will ever love. Dream love of my dreams. I only see you when I dream in my dreams.”Oh how those words fit, thinks Michele as she feels herself drifting off to sleep. “You are here again my loves,” says the man as he strokes Michele’s hair.“Oh god yes,” whispers Michele. “I can’t stay away.”“And you shouldn’t, we are destined to be together,” says the man he lays Michele back on the cool, green grass by the lake.The grass feels cool to Michele back but each touch of the man’s hand sets her on fire.“Why can’t I ever see your face?” asks Michele with a moan as the man has moved her slip over her breast and caresses her skin with his hands as his lips suckle each nipple.“No questions,” says the man as he pulls Michele’s slip down past her hips till it lies on the grass beside them. With one quick movement her panties lie with the slip.As he moves his lips down her belly, the man licks and kisses each spot he finds.His touch is gentle yet exciting as his tongue reaches inside Michele’s vagina she arches her back to meet him.“Oh god,” cries out Michele as the man moves his tongue in and out of her vagina, his tongue circling her clit; teasing it while it swells under his touch.With a final flick of his tongue the man brings Michele to a climax. As she reaches an orgasms the man moves his tongue out of her.“You are all I want,” says Michele as the man removes his clothes. His body is muscular and his penis is swollen.“And you are all I need,” says the man as he enters her already wet body in one quick movement.Their lovemaking is hot and wild with, Michele reaching several orgasms before the man ejaculates inside of her.As the man pulls out her, he kisses her once more.“It is time for me to go my love,” says the man as he lies besides Michele.“Oh must you,” says Michele as she revels in the man gentle but sensuous touch.“Yes, but before I go I will leave you a gift,” says the man as he leans over and plucks a flower from beside the lake.Its bloom is purple almost black and it smells like no flower Michele has ever smelled.As he runs the flower down Michele’s naked body it leaves a trace of purple on her.“Bye my love, it will be soon,” says the man as he fades yet again into the mist. As Michele wakes she finds her bed wet and her clothes are off.This scares and shocks her, but not as much as when she looks at her body and sees on a stomach a trace of purple.The same purple as the flower, thinks Michele.“Oh god,” whispers Michele, as she looks at her body. She knows she has had sex and the purple on stomach is a reminder of the dream even more.This cannot be happening, thinks Michele as she goes to shower.As she lets the hot water run over her body, Michele touches the purple as the water washes it away.This isn’t real but I was naked and the flower in my dream was on my body. As she drives back to her Michele goes over the dream in her head.She knows from previous Internet research that dreams can be so real they invade the real life, the waking life. Most of this research was found on paranormal sites, which Michele never visited till now.This is ridiculous! This just cannot be, thinks Michele as she pulls into the law firm’s parking lot. As Michele enters her office she sees Terry at her desk.“Did you get a good rest?” asks Terry. But the look on Michele’s face gives the answer to Terry.“I wouldn’t say that,” replies Michele as she stops at Terry’s desk.“You had that dream again, didn’t you?” asks Terry “Oh yes but more so,” says Michele as she looks at Terry. You won’t believe and I have to get myself together before Ms. Rodgers comes in.“What was it? You have time as it is only one now,” says Terry, but the look in Michele’s eyes scares her.As
Michele relates the dream to Terry as well as what she found after she woke she can tell that Terry is torn between believing her and thinking that Michele is losing it. But she knows her boss to be a reasonable, intelligent and sane woman.“I know you think I am nuts, delusional, or paranoid don’t you?”“No not at all, I hope you don’t mind but I did some research while you were gone and I really believe just on what I read your dream life can manifest itself into your real life with many of the aspects of the dream coming true in your real life,” says Terry.“Oh thank god, I am not going crazy but, if I am not going crazy a man in my dreams is making love to me and leaving his calling card in real life.”“That is what it sounds like,” says Terry. “But then is he out there dreaming of you?”“God who knows,” says Michele, but inside she prays it is so.“Well dream lover or not it is time to get it together and be ready to help Ms. Rodgers,” says Michele as she goes into her office. Well, that meeting went well, thinks Michele as she watches Amber Rodgers leave the office.The girl came across as honest, mature, educated and a lady. All the aspects of a client a lawyer loves in this kind of case.During the meeting the girl had disclosed that she had heard from a former co-worker that the manager was on suspension till the case was settled in court.Well, at least the owner has some sense of right, thinks Michele as she makes a few final notes in the case file.As she looks at her watch Michele sees it is four p.m.Okay, thinks Michele, unless I get a call in the next few minutes I am out of here.The ringing of the phone startles her.Damn, what luck, thinks Michele as she answers her phone.“Yes, oh Terry, what the owner of the restaurant? He wants to meet now! I do not think—what he has news I might like to hear. Oh, okay I will wait on him.Well, if Terry is right maybe we won’t need to get down and dirty with this suit, thinks Michele as she leaves her office for Terry’s.“Terry why don’t you go on home, you have been at it since eight and I can handle this alone,” says Michele as she goes up to Terry’s desk.“You don’t need me to make notes?”“No, I can record if I need to but I can take the notes, go on home now.”“Michele, can I ask you a question?” asks Terry as she gets her purse out of her desk.“Yes of course, after I bared my soul to you today, did I not?” asks Michele with a smile.“Yes and I really think some one or some thing is pointing you to some thing very special.”“Terry, I understand but this would take believing—” begins Michele.“It would take believing in something we cannot see with our eye, but don’t we do that in our own beliefs every day?”As Michele thinks over these words, she knows Terry is right. If she really admitted to herself what she dreamed was true then out there was some one for her, some one possibly dreaming the same dream.“You are right Terry but right now I need to be an attorney and not a woman chasing her dream lover. But, thanks for listening and your help.”“Okay, I can stay if you want—”begins Terry.“No, go on home. I will see you in the morning.”As Terry leaves Michele decides a quick fresh up on her make up is in order. At four twenty Michele wonders if she has been stood up.Were the owners talking of good news just a ruse to irritate me, wonders Michele as she looks out of her office window.“Where are you Mr. Ranaldo?” asks Michele out loud as she looks out to the parking lot.“I am here now,” says a male voice behind Michele’s back.The voice is so familiar that Michele feels her heart speed up.The voice is that of the man in her dreams.“Ms. Howard, I believe you were expecting me,” says Marco as she wonders why the woman has not turned around.As Michele slowly turns around Marco loses all thoughts of a legal meeting.Oh my god, thinks Marco this is the woman in my dreams. She is real!“It’s you!” exclaims Marco as he moves toward Michele.“What do you mean?” asks Michele as she backs up against her window. Although she has never seen his face the voice and the body are that of her dream lover.He is here, thinks Michele as she looks at Marco seeing his face for the first time.He is as handsome as Michele imagined. His eyes are dark like his hair; eyes that seem to look into her very soul.“You are the woman in my dream and I know by the look on your face you know what I mean<” says Marco as he moves around the desk to Michele.“No, I don’t,” begins Michele but the words freeze in her mouth as Marco places his hands on her arms.It’s him! I would know his touch anywhere, thinks Michele as she looks into her lover’s eyes.“Did you like the gift I gave you? “The gift begins Michele as Marco pulls her to him.The smell of musk is strong on him and Michele feels her heart hammer against her chest.“Yes, you know what I mean- the flower,” says Marco as he inhales the sweet smell coming from Michele.How can this be, thinks Marco, she is real, she is here. “This cannot be real,” says Michele.“I know ever since the dreams began three months ago I thought I was losing my mind. I tried to tell myself it was not real. But, each time after I had the dream I felt your presence even more. The smell of your body was on me when I woke. How to explain I cannot, but here you are and here I am,” says Marco as he kisses the top of Michele’s head.“I thought I was going nuts, I could smell you also and then the flower. Yes, I remember the flower, the purple was on my body when I woke,” says Michele as she leans into Marco.“We are destined to be together, our dreams led us to each other,” says Marco as he kisses Michele. His kiss is tender at first then more intense as his tongue probes the inside of Michele’s mouth.As Michele’s tongue probes Marco’s mouth her hands wind themselves in his hair.“Go
d, you are real and so beautiful,” says Marco as he begins to remove Michele’s clothes.Only a small part of Michele knows this is insane. Here in her office she is going to make love to a man she has only made love to in dreams.As Marco picks up Michele he moves to the leather couch in her office.Michele aches for him so much she frantically helps him remove his clothes.His body is as gorgeous as it was in the dream.“Your body is as beautiful as it was in the dream,” says Marco as he kisses Michele’s breasts.“So is yours,” says Michele as strokes Marco’s back.As Marco’s lips move down Michele’s body, Michele holds him tighter. Each of his movement mirrors his movements in the dream.“Oh god,” says Michele as Marco moves his penis inside her body. As he moves up and down his thrust are passionate yet gentle.“Oh my love, my sweet Michele,” whispers Marco as he continues his movement inside of her.“You are all I dreamed and more,” gasps Michele as she winds her legs around Marco.As Michele reaches a climax she can feel Marco ejaculate inside of her.“It was the dream and so much more,” says Michele as she strokes Marco’s face.“Yes, it was my love,” says Marco as he stands and begins to dress.“Are you leaving?” asks Michele as a knot of fear hits her stomach.Was this to be like the dream, was he going to fade away and maybe this time never to return.“I am leaving but you are going with me,” says Marco as he pulls Michele to her feet.“I am?”“Yes, you are as I never want to be apart from you again, not even for a moment,” says Marco as he kisses Michele passionately.“Will you go with me?” asks Marco as he kisses Michele once more.As Michele pauses Marco worries. Was his dream to end right there.“Michele what is your answer?”“Marco, there is no other answer but yes,” says Michele as she kisses Marco.As they leave her office, Michele laughs.“What is so funny my love,” asks Marco as they walk down the hall.“Just an old saying coming true,” says Michele as she stops in the hall.“Dreams do come true,” says Michele as Marco says it at that same time.“Yes, they do my love,” says Marco as he kisses Michele once more.