I woke up panting heavily, my body tingling all over. I’d been dreaming of him again. I could almost feel his rough hands stroking down my sides, kneading my thighs, slowly spreading my legs before sliding a finger inside my wet, hot slit. I shivered in the pale morning light and decided there was no way I could go into work and face him without giving myself some relief first.

Unhindered by clothes – I always slept naked – my hands automatically took up their places. My right hand circled my stiffening nipple, cupped my breast and squeezed gently. My left hand was busy teasing my pussy lips. I was already wet from my dream, and my knees fell apart expectantly as I began stroking my clit in firm circles.

With my eyes closed, all I could think of was him. He was not conventionally handsome by any account. If anyone at work knew how I felt about him I would have been ridiculed for months. I could no more explain it to them than I could have to myself. Something about him just set my blood singing. His stocky build, lightly muscled, combined with his short dusky blonde hair and piercing blue eyes did unspeakable things to my crotch…I just wished he would actually DO those unspeakable things to me.

Like all the men I find myself attracted to, Andy was completely unattainable. Married. With kids.

That didn’t stop me from fantasising about him every available moment of the day. And night.

At this particular moment, hands still roving my body, I tried to imagine what it would be like to take him home with me.