Ch 3: I know this is a dream

Chapter 3: I know this is a dream

Michael knew he was blushing beetroot red, but he felt compelled to answer her. "It's a great dress, and you look really fantastic in it, but... you've got great legs..."

"And this gown doesn't show them off so well," she finished.

He shrugged. "Yeah."

She chewed her lip and then said, "wait right there!" Before he could say anything, she had turned and vanished into the house. He heard footsteps on the stairs. A minute or two later the footsteps returned and Miss Calvin appeared in the doorway.

Her black sandals had been replaced by red pumps, with slightly higher heels. Her black dress was now replaced by a red one, a much shorter red one. On a shorter woman, the dress might have made mid-thigh, but on Miss Calvin it was perhaps two inches below her crotch. The dress was made from scarlet stretch mesh, apart from the spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a V-shaped panel of lycra that started over her nipples and dropped down to cover her pubic area. She stretched up her arms once more and turned. The shoulder straps joined between her shoulder blades where a strip of Lycra ran down her spine to cover the crack in her buttocks, all the rest of the back was mesh. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing under the dress. Michael found himself imagining pushing her face down onto the table so that the dress would ride up. That would be all that was needed and he could be inside her in a second.

"Well?" she said, turning back to look at him. There was a huskiness to her voice. He wondered if she was thinking he could do the same thing.

"That's... a lot better." She parted her legs a little and leaned forward slightly. "Yeah, much better." He stood and headed for the kitchen. "I'd better get back to the garden." He was gone before he could hear her exasperated sigh.

Michael found himself knocking on a large, wooden door. It swung open to reveal a woman dressed in a full length gown of stretch mesh. She smiled at him. "You must be Michael," she said, "Julia said you'd be coming." She stood aside to let him past.

"Julia?"

"Julia Calvin. You'll find her out beside the pool." She indicated a door off the hallway and he followed her direction into a large lounge area filled with people apparently in the middle of a party. It was the kind of party Michael had heard happened, but never thought he would attend.

Around him were people in clothes designed to reveal as much as possible, but still covering a lot of the body. Women wore mesh and lace, men wore mesh and Lycra. There was a lot of leather and a lot of flesh. Young men and women were strapped into in various bondage accessories. Older men and women looked on.

Then Michael spotted Miss Calvin. By this point in the dream he had been expecting her and was not surprised to see her wearing the dress he had picked out for her. If anything, she looked sexier than in real life and Michael found himself getting very hard. She walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a hard kiss. Her body pressed against his, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, her groin grinding against his swelling erection.

She stepped back. "There's someone here I'd like you to meet," she said and, taking his hand, she dragged him through the party goers into another room.

In the middle of the room, Lucy Clayton was standing, naked apart from some leather bindings, surrounded by a group of admirers. Her arms were tied behind her back, both at the wrists and just above the elbows, by leather straps. 

The effect was to pull her shoulders back and push her breasts forward. Her ankles were shackled together, and kept apart, by a two-foot iron spreader bar. She was currently trying to stand on tip-toes to avoid sinking full length onto the ten-inch dildo that had been positioned between her legs, mounted on an iron stand bolted to the floor. The head of the massive artificial cock was just inside her pussy. Michael could see it vibrating slightly and noted the clitoral stimulator at the base; that would only come into play if her ankles gave out and she sank all the way onto the shaft.

"How long has she been doing this?" he asked Miss Calvin.

"About ten minutes. She's good; I think I'd have fallen by now."

The odd thing Michael could not help noticing was how real she looked. When he had dreamed of her in the past the parts of her anatomy he had never seen were fuzzy. Here they were clear, distinct. He could see a small mole on the left side of her groin. Her pussy hair, always very poorly visualised, was neatly clipped and shaved.

"Why is she here?" he asked.

"For you to play with. Well, after she's finished entertaining us here."

It was then that Lucy noticed him. "Michael? Michael Peters? Is that you? You've got to help me!"

Michael walked over to her. "I can't, Lucy, I don't know how."

"I... I know this is a dream," she moaned. "I need to wake up."

"Maybe you should let yourself cum," he suggested.

She shook her head. "No, not in front of all these people."

Michael dropped to his knees in front of her. "I'll help," he said, and pressed his mouth to her clit.

Lucy let out a moan of pure pleasure. Her ankles gave way, and Michael pulled back as her pussy engulfed the entire length of the vibrating dildo. Now the clitoral stimulator was doing the job without Michael's mouth. He sat back and watched as the teenager's orgasm overtook her body. Her breast rose and fell dramatically, and her body shook as she screamed out her release. After a minute or more she sagged and Michael caught her while two other men undid her bonds and lifted her clear of the dildo.