by Dee Dawning
They started working on the project immediately. As she made suggestions he implemented them and made great suggestions of his own. She could understand why, when his company got in trouble, they turned to him. She liked the way he took charge and the wonderful way his mind worked.
After working with him for an hour she realized that his thought process mirrored her own. They were making great progress. She felt sure that together they would make the presentation deadline and it would be sensational.
"Baby, I need to call my office and let them know I'm not coming in today."
"Sure go ahead. I think I can get by for awhile without your input."
* * * *
God, she's smart. Mitch reflected as Charli strolled away. Not just a pretty face, that's for sure. No wonder she's head fashion designer and designed most of the apparel that's going to be featured in the ad campaign they were putting together. It gave him chills when he thought about it. I just wish I could stop picturing her standing in front of me in her glory from last nights dream. Not forever, just until the project is complete. Now, I'd better make that phone call before I get in trouble.
"Hello."
"Trixie, it's Mitch—"
"I'm not able to come to the phone."
Damn.
"Please leave a message at the beep and I'll call you back. I'd really like to talk to you."
Beep. "Yes, hi Trixie. This is Mitchell Carlson. We have a date tomorrow at midnight. Sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel on you. I actually found my dream girl, so I don't need you any more. If this is a hardship on you let me know and we'll settle up somehow. My number is 718-555-2332"
* * * *
"Hi Linda? It's me."
"Char, where have you been? I've been trying to call you all morning and I kept getting a recording—'the number you have called is not in service'—over and over. I know that's wrong. Your number showed on my phone just now. If I'm not mistaken you're calling from the same number that's not in service."
"How strange. That's right, I am, but listen, tell Ralphy I won't be in today. I may not be in tomorrow either until the presentation, but if that's the case, I'll call."
"All right I'll tell him. By now I'm sure you have found out that your mysterious, dream lover, Mitchell, and Mr. Wilson Carlson are one in the same."
Char was astonished. "What, how?"
"That's what I tried to tell you when we got disconnected this morning. Is that where you are, his place, making up for four dreams worth of frustration."
"Yes, I'm at his place, but—"
"How is he? Did those large hands and feet you told me about translate into a big you know what?" she snickered.
"Linda, be quiet and let me talk. He is big. I saw him in last night's dream, but we didn't do anything then and though we'd both love to make love, we've refrained from doing anything for now. We're working on the campaign together. However, when the project is complete…it's 'Katie bar the door.' Now, I have to get back to work, but first tell me, how on earth did you know Mitchell was Wilson Carlson?"
"Madame Soriano. It's a long story. I'll tell you when you have time."
"I'm back did you miss me?"
"Indubitably. Can I have one of those teaser kisses you are getting so good at."
She giggled. "Why not." She edged up to him and as he angled toward her she placed a hand on each of his cheeks and pecked him on the lips. God he's fun to be around. I just wish I could stop picturing him naked with his pride aiming for the ceiling. At least for the time being. "Sweetheart, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Have you ever heard of a fortune teller named Madame Soriano?"
"Yes why?"
"Well, I haven't heard all the details yet, but my friend, Linda, tells me that Madame Soriano told her, you, Wilson Carlson and my dream lover Mitchell were one and the same."
"How would she know?"
"Good question. Where have you heard of her?"
"My boss. He made a list up of the things I should do to find you and she was on it."
"How funny, Linda did the same thing and she was on her list, too?"
"You don't think Madame Soriano had anything to do with our dreams do you?"
Her hands went out too the side, palms up. "Who knows?"
"Well, for now, I'm only worrying about two things."
"Yeah, what's that?"
"To complete the project on time and…" The sparkle in Mitch's eyes matched the sinful smile on his lips. "To take our relationship to the next plateau."
She laughed when, making sure she knew what he meant, he bumped his crotch out.
Mitchell made her so happy, she felt playful and decided to tease him. "You know I only met you for the first time." She glanced at her watch. "Four hours ago."
"You can't be serious. Christ I've seen you naked and you've seen me naked."
She licked her lips. "Yes, I did, when you were sitting on the commode waiting for me to sit on your…lap?"
Mitchell turned a bright shade of red as his mouth fell open.
Deciding she'd teased him long enough, she expressed her real thoughts. "However, I share your goals. I'm looking forward to the completion of both. Especially, the second one, tomorrow after you've made the presentation." She batted her eyelashes at him and tossed a kiss his way.
Mitchell smiled and waggled his eye brows. "Your place or mine?"
She laughed. "Well smarty, we'll start here and who knows where we'll end up."
* * * *
Mitch took a break and glanced at his watch—five-forty-three. "Are you hungry? We worked right through lunch and now it's almost dinner time."
Charli frowned. "Yeah, I didn't realize it, but I am." She snickered. "Are you good with a skillet? You gonna rustle something up?"
"As a matter of fact I am a pretty good cook, but I don't want to take the time. How does Chinese delivery sound?"
"Fabulous, my mouth is watering already."
"What's your favorite? I'll order two things, appetizers, fried rice and egg flower soup."
"Sounds delicious, I'm fond of chicken or beef with broccoli."
"You got it. I'll get lemon chicken and we'll share."
Her face lit up. "Ooh, I like that too. I can't wait."
The food arrived in thirty minutes. They relocated to the hide-a-bed couch in the office and set the bags of food on the coffee table. With the exception of the soup and the finger food, they ate with chop sticks right out of the carton. Charli dipped her chopsticks into the chicken fried rice and pulled forth a mouthful, but just before she reached her open mouth the rice fell into her lap. They both laughed and hugged each other. "Here let me show you." He adjusted her hands on the chopsticks and said, "There, try it now."
She did with a piece of lemon chicken and got it to her mouth. However when she picked up a piece of broccoli, it too fell in her lap. They laughed again and Mitch explained, "Watch what I do." He grabbed a big clump of fried rice and said, "Open wide." She did and he effortlessly deposited it on her tongue.
After swallowing the morsels, she asked, "How did you get so good with those? It's like you're half Chinese?"
He laughed. "Not quite, but I was a beneficiary of the next best thing. My roommate in college was Japanese. If you don't mind I'll feed us both."
"I'd like that." She giggled. "And when you are done could you peel some grapes and feed them to me?"
"Sorry, I'm all out of grapes."
And so it went. Mitch would give Charli a mouthful and then himself.
After ten minutes or so, she waved her hands and said, "Enough. I'm full."
Mitch set down the chopsticks, closed the cartons, leaned back and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She rested her head against his chest. Full and contented, she wished they could slip into his bedroom for a little R & R. "Mmmm, I wish we were finished."
Mitch snuggled his lips into her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Me too, shall we slip into the bedroom for a li
ttle sample?"
She breathed deep and sighed, His cologne with its manly balm fired along her senses, forcing her pulse to speed up and flutter. Her eyes lifted upward, but she couldn't see him. "Would you settle for a kiss?"
Chapter Five
"I'll take what I can get." He gently moved her aside, leaned forward and angled toward her. As he leaned into her, she expectantly closed her eyes. When his tongue slipped between her lips and entered her mouth, she sighed. Becoming lost in the urgency of his mouth, she shamelessly willed him to continue, by swirling her tongue with his, reveling in the excitement their kiss promised. A tingling had begun in the pit of her stomach, and steadily grew into a small flame of desire.
When his hands suddenly began to touch her everywhere, she should have stopped him. Though she knew better, she felt as if she'd wanted this man forever, and when he began to lift her sweatshirt over her head, she helped him, by pulling her arms from the sleeves.
The genie had escaped from the bottle and she neither knew how, nor wanted to put him back. With her top off, Mitchell made short work of her bra. Like a drowning man reaching for a lifesaver, his hands drew to her breasts. As his hands enveloped her breasts a thrill ran through her. She sighed at the pleasure his talented digits delivered, kneading them, rolling his fingers around her pink areolas. "Do you want to stop?"
She seized the bottom of his sweatshirt and lifted it over his head. "Not now, not anymore, I've waited long enough." It was no surprise when Mitch was given a green light and her bra rested on the floor, his lips languidly journeyed from her neck to her shoulders, peppering her chest with moist, little kisses as they worked their way down toward her ripe swollen nipples.
With his mouth inches from her nipple he responded, "Good. I feel like dessert." Then his luscious lips enveloped her sensitive, right areola, the tip of his wet tongue dancing over her hard thimble sized nipple. Switching back and forth between her twin crests he flicked, licked, nibbled and sucked until she thought she'd pass out from the splendid sensations that rushed through her body. Charli groaned with elation and warm pulses of lust engulfed her pussy. This time it isn't a dream. This is real!
While her long fingers tunneled through dark wavy hair, nimble digits untied the drawstring of her work out pants and a hand slipped past the elastic band. Her small flame burst into a smoldering fire, as he caressed her carefully shaved and smooth sex and when his wonderful fingers found her clit she inhaled deeply.
Suddenly, everything they did slowed and she was like a zombie, trapped in an amatory fog. All she seemed capable of was letting him have his way with her and why shouldn't she—he made her feel marvelous. She wondered what carnal delight he had planned next when his thumbs reached behind the band of her pants and pushed them to the floor. After kicking her running shoes off, she lifted one and then the other leg away from the garment.
He gently pushed on her chest, urging her to recline. Recumbent with her head lying against the arm rest, his eyes smoldered as they worked over her curves, heating her flesh, adding to the warmth and dampness that emerged between her legs. He lifted her left foot, removed the low rise sock and set it on the back of the couch. He lifted the other foot, removed the sock and set her foot back on the floor.
"Are you going to make love to me?" She wondered out loud.
"Yes, but not yet."
She stiffened as he reached in and touched the crotch of her panties. "Your panties are wet."
"I know. Are you going to remove them?"
His eyes twinkled and his lips formed a wicked smile. "Soo-o-n."
He leaned forward laying his mouth between her aching peaks, and his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses down across her ribs to her navel. After she squirmed from his tongue reaming her navel, he continued his trek of kisses across her abdomen to the top of her skimpy, see through, lacy panties. He lowered himself to one knee, between her spread legs. She watched closely as his wet tongue laved a circular path around her flat abdomen. Then his glistening white teeth closed upon the top of her panty and dragged it down across her hairless mound until it settled and snuggled across her hood. He kissed her mound juicily, leaving broad patches of wetness to evaporate and eased his tongue into the exposed top of her cleft.
"Oh please" Her legs now spread wide, she groaned and squiggled even more as his tongue slipped deeper into her soft welcoming cleft, inching toward her clit. He ran his tongue up her sopping wet panties, zeroing in on her sensitive love bud. She gasped. Her pulse beat a mile a minute, and she let him know what she wanted, "Please eat me."
He looked up at her. Her head rocked from side to side. "With pleasure."
A loud sigh burst forth when he dragged her panties over her hips. After temporarily placing her legs together to remove the sexy lingerie, he dragged her sodden panties past her knees, down her calves and over her thin feet.
Once more, he paused as if reveling in her appearance. He lifted the freshly remover panties to his nose. He didn't seem to notice, but Charli blushed as he took a deep whiff of her pussy scented, crème-soaked panties. "Mmmm. I'm loving it baby."
She was loving it, too and every nerve in her body sizzled with the need for more; more of this man, more of his touch, more of his tongue. Tossing the panties aside, Mitch eased into the heart of Charlissa's femininity and inhaled deeply. With the cushions of his hands resting on each side of her outer folds, his thumbs splayed the slightly violet colored, petal-soft inner folds, exposing the bright pink mouth of her glistening pussy. Taking only a second to study nature's sexy creation, his silky, wet smoothness licked up her valley terminating with his manly lips engorging and electrifying her enlarged clitoris.
Moaning continuously, Charli's head thrashed to the side in reaction to the electrifying sensations that flowed through her. She basked in the blissful feeling of his luscious lips suddenly enveloping, and sucking on her swollen bundle of nerves. Shaking like plane in turbulence, she groaned as sinful pleasure pulses shot out to every outpost of her body.
Sucking her love bud ravenously, he slid intimate fingers into her warm, slippery, womanly lair, moving them, massaging her from the inside in slow, erotic strokes, spreading additional layers of excitement through her. Mitchell was an exceptional lover just as she knew he'd be, from her dreams
Abruptly, he switched his hands with his tongue. As Mitch's tongue darted between the vaginal folds, lashing deep inside her moist cunt, his arms snaked around her thighs. His right hand edged along her smooth pubis massaging her clit, while his left hand slipped along her abdomen and ribs to her breasts. "Oh sweetheart, I love your tasty crème, I'm going to suck all of it from you."
Mitch's outburst was all too much for Charli, who was already primed for a massive eruption. "Jesus baby. I'm so close, don't stop!" Mitch's talented mouth and fingers pushed Charli over the abyss as wave upon wave of pleasure strands flowed out to the sentinels of her body. "Oh my God, I'm coming baby! Oh man, it's so strong!"
Her entire body quaked. Her pussy muscles clenched and spasmed around his tongue, and a bolt of intense pulses shattered through her. Crossing her ankles over his shoulders and raking her fingers through his hair, she pulled his face into her wet recess, while cresting her back and pushing her pussy firmer into his mouth. All hell was about to break loose as Charli rode a tsunami like wave into a colossal orgasmic explosion, jerking her body erratically and moving frenetically until the phenomenal feeling subsided.
Sated, Charli relaxed, but her lover stayed with it, tonguing and fingering her and soon orgasm number two swept across her mind sending erotic sensations careening through her.
When she'd partially revived, she uncrossed her ankles and placed her feet back where they'd been.
With his chin resting on her pubis, Mitchell smiled at her and winked. "I want you to know that I have never enjoyed cunnilingus more."
Her breasts jiggled as she giggled. "And I want you to know, neither have I. That was flat out amazing."
"You're amazing and I
love your laugh. In fact I love everything about you. Does that mean I love you?"
She cocked her head and shrugged. "Maybe, I can't picture myself being interested in anyone else."
She jerked, when he licked her clit. "Good. I feel guilty for doing that when our project isn't finished yet."
Her eyebrows elevated and nostrils flared. "Yeah, well, you didn't exactly see me stopping you."
He cocked his head and smiled. "And you don't know how happy that made me."
"Hey, I'm the one who took a trip to the stars. I'm delirious with joy. Are you ready to go in the bedroom and make love?"
Shivers shot through her as the palm of his hand glided across her mound, stopping to let his thumb flick her clit. "Would it be all right?"
"Of course. We can't have you grounded while I go to Mars and back. Though after what you did to me and the way I feel, actual intercourse sounds kind of anti-climatic."
Mitch stood, came around to the side of her, lifted her to her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist led her to the bedroom. "Shall we see?"
* * * *
When Charli saw the bed she grew excited and rushed to it. Bouncing up and down upon it, she said, "Umm, it feels comfy," then she reclined onto her back, and rolled to the center of the bed.
Mitch stood frozen in awe of her beauty. My Dream Girl wants to make love to her.
"Are you coming? I'm ready to be ravished."
Shaking out of his reverie, he edged up to the bed and felt himself. He was still hard and why shouldn't he be with the naked beauty before him waiting and wanting him to make love to her. "And I'm ready to ravish you, but we have to hurry."
She tittered. "Then climb up here and stick that big boy in me. Don't worry, after the tonguing you just gave me, I'm more than ready."
He stepped up to the nightstand to pull a condom out. When she saw it she seemed to grow excited and took a deep breath. "Ooh, let me put it on." Getting on the bed he handed it to Charli who sat up and unwrapped it as he knelt before her.
