Hot Dreams of a Lonely Soul (Weekend Getaways) by Emily A. Lawrence Page A

sweat, with
the sheets tangled around her legs, her breath ragged and her heart pounding
heavily against her ribcage as desperate desire seared through her. The
atmosphere in the room was filled with the scent of her yearning. Her belly was
heavy and aching from not having had her release. Why the hell could she not
enjoy an orgasm before the dream burst? Unfortunately, having hot dreams about
her new handsome boss became a habit that stole her sleep every night, turning
her entire body into a time bomb of need, ready to explode. Her pussy, already
soaked and throbbing, ached for attention, craved to be stroked, fondled,
fucked, and yet she was afraid.
    Carly hadn’t been with a man in two years. After getting out
of a bad marriage with a jealous, abusive tyrant at the age of twenty-six, she
found herself unable to trust men or allow them into her life. Disappointed and
hurt, she chose to seclude herself in the small town of Mill Valley, California,
as far away as possible from New York and her ex-husband.
    Despite her efforts not to draw attention to herself, as a
former bikini model, wherever she went heads turned. Of average height and with
a slim but curvy figure, long, dark, wavy hair and light, crystal clear, blue
eyes, she was a stunning beauty. Men wanted and desired her, but she always
found a way to evade them, the hungry, lustful look in their eyes often causing
her to shudder in revulsion as she guessed their intentions.
    After her traumatizing experience with her ex-husband, only
one man had managed to fill her thoughts and her dreams. The image of her
thirty-year-old boss, Robert, caused a sharp, sweet sensation to shoot to her
groin and she panted for breath, squeezing her eyes shut. This is madness . The sweat trickled between her breasts, so she
grabbed the hem of her nightgown and worked it upward. Her fingers brushed her
legs as she slowly lifted the nightgown away, all the time imagining it was him
doing it. Cool night air brushed her bare legs, raising goose bumps on her skin.
She pulled the wet garment over her head and tossed it to the floor before her
hands cupped her swollen breasts and began fiddling with her nipples, gently
twisting the tender tips until they grew hard.
    With a frustrated groan, she reached into the bedside table
drawer and withdrew her dildo, the only thing that could offer her the comfort
she needed and tame the burning fire between her legs. She ran her hands over
the shaft of the dildo to feel its texture before she led it to her entrance.
All she wanted was to take it into her scorching pussy, so she didn’t hover and
drove it inside, then pulled it back out, repeating the process over and over
again, calling his name. “Damn it, Robert! I want you
so much,” she cried, her moans of ecstasy reverberating throughout the room as
she gave into her carnal desires. Her hips bucked and her back arched, but even
with the dildo fucking her, somehow it wasn’t enough.
    Pleasuring herself had become her only way to relieve the
sexual tension building inside her, figuring her mind would clear. It didn’t
help much. Her need for him grew stronger and she had a hard time concentrating
at work, especially when she caught him gazing and shooting sexy glances at
her. She wondered what was going through his mind, or why a young, handsome man
like him, brilliant architect and owner of a prestigious architecture firm was
still single, but she couldn’t find an answer. Her new job as his assistant was
nothing like her career in modeling, but she enjoyed the less exposed side of
it. Secretly, she fantasized about making love to him in every way humanly
possible and wished she were brave enough to risk attempting to turn fantasies
into reality.
    Suddenly, the walls of her vagina began to shake with a
gradually increasing tempo. Soon, her entire vagina was convulsing, squeezing,
and vibrating like a quivering glove around the stiff dildo as she moved it
more rapidly. She put her fingertips on