Chapter 5
1120 Words
Stone Garrison (POV)
The circulating humid tropical air from the ceiling fan in the bedroom and the sun slanting through the screened in-jalousie windows beamed in on my face the following day, causing me to stir. And something else was right there in my face. I told myself this had to be another one of those dreams again, so I tried to ignore it and fall back into oblivion. But then I heard the sweet sound in my ears.
"Why are you in my bed?" A female voice whispered breathlessly, batting her heavy eyelids open and close. Her eyes shut.
"No…" I mumbled. "this is my bed, sweetheart." I said slowly and drowsily, knowing I was dreaming and now hearing things and talking in my sleep.
I had been told a time or two that I did that unknowingly. But last night's long, drawn-out conversation about whose bed it was must still be in my subconscious. I think. "But Am I in the wrong bed?"
No, I had fallen asleep in the chair, and I'm sure that's where I am. I thought nervously but was too exhausted to confirm anything. Eventually, the nervousness had worn off, and I was becoming aware of several things.
One, something smelled good. So Good.
Two, and something felt good. Really good.
And oh yes, as far as I could tell, I felt nearly naked flesh next to me, but I couldn't see her face, and at the moment, I didn't want to. So I dived into the dream by moving closer to that delicious body. Wow! The girl is irresistibly soft and feels incredible. I wasn't trying to take advantage of her until she awakened and permitted me. Okay, I'm not a bad guy, but in a situation like this, I'm not perfect either.
I encountered silky, irresistible skin and womanly curves as my hand brushed against something bare and pliant that felt like a thigh or a soft bun.
No clothes. My mind registered as I smiled in my sleep state.
At her movement, I'd gone ultimately still not moving a finger. I wondered if this was real, 'Why would she be in this chair with me?' I began to squirm as a smile of pleasure came on my face as I began nestling her bottom against my hardened crotch.
And now she could feel me become ever more aroused...!
Was it the feel of soft, warm flesh or the bright sun that had alerted me? But when I came to reality, I was stunned at what had happened when I had awakened!
I could feel someone's warm breath caressing my skin. I knew this couldn't be a dream. Mentally I stirred myself awake. Once I became fully awake, my eyes opened as I shifted them to my right and saw her. My eyes expanded.
Then I looked down, seeing my body member stiff against my jeans. I looked over at the empty chair. 'No! Oh no...! How? I frowned slightly as I realized I must have climbed into bed with the young lady sometime in the middle of the night.
I looked at her to see if she was still sleeping. I tried to move out of that position as pain struck me in my back, almost making me yell out. But I quickly put my hand over my mouth, telling myself. "Shh, she's sleeping. You don't want to wake up a roaring lion." I chuckled to myself.
'I just need to move my leg outside the bed. What's this?' I couldn't move it. Why? Ms. India claimed she couldn't sleep with a stranger even looking in her direction. Found herself sleeping soundly with me pinned in one position. This sexy young lady had thrown her leg across my thighs and legs. My eyes began to travel, glancing down, finding her arm draped partially on my chest with her hand flat against my stomach.
I remained utterly still, even though my mind was going wild! What kind of bed situation? I realized I must have been lying flat on my back for a while through the night since my eyes were the only thing that could be mobile. I took pleasure in that freedom. It was far better than being trapped in my office or at a business meeting contemplating how I would make someone else more wealthy than they were ready to be. Don't get me wrong. I love money, but not at all costs, especially not a the cost of my health and sanity. I much rather be in this situation any day! I looked down, observing that her soft brown thigh was in contact with my body.
I glanced over at her sweet face. Then I heard a sound escape her lips, and a frown of annoyance appeared. Then her hand ever so lightly stroked across my stomach, up to my chest, while she remained sound asleep.
The girl had no idea what she was doing to me and for me. Instead, she sent sensations that felt like currents of heat going through my body. I was so turned on, and simultaneously, I felt like I was being tortured by pleasure and forbidden to respond. Well, I knew I shouldn't respond.
I did have some kind of conscience and must have been raised with some gentlemanly qualities. It was like being alert in your mind, but your body is in a non-responsive coma.
'Torture!!!' I yelled in my head.
Usually, I would shy away from a stranger touching him. But the sensations were shockingly pleasant, unlike....all that talking she did last night. Lightly moving, he dropped my leg outside the bed, whispering under my breath.
"Oh! My back....my leg!" I noticed the young lady remained sound to sleep. I pried himself out of the tiny space he must have taken last night in my sleepy state. Half my body was on the very edge of the bed as he looked at my electronic watch. I see the sun getting brighter and hear the birds whistling because it's 8 am.
I got up and went to the bathroom to relieve the urine I held on to while pinned down in bed. I looked in the mirror at my face. He was still exhausted but wanted to make up for my behavior last night. I laugh to myself. 'I have no intentions of telling her we slept in the same bed. She would have a fit.' I couldn't stop laughing, thinking about how she was all over me. As I whistled, something I hadn't done in years!
"Hmm, I'm whistling. What does that mean?" I smiled.
I continued to get clean up as I carried on with my morning ritual.
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