I worked with her at my old job, and every so often we were on the same shift together, working in the morning, taking care of the front desk and the stock room behind it. We would have a good laugh and joke and often innocently flirt , talking about what we got up to with our current partners, what we liked and what we didn’t. I think we both appreciated each other’s openness and sense of humour. She was quite a big girl, but with pretty face and thick red lips, only a few years younger than me. She had a long term partner.

One morning she came in quite embarrassed and giggly. I had no idea why. In between serving customers she giggled like a
Naughty girl who had been found out, but obviously wanted to tell me something. “You’re my workmate, I shouldn’t tell you this”. My curiosity was aroused. “What is it? Go on tell me” I said. “last night…I had.. a dream about you. And I kind of woke up…soaking. I was so shocked. I didn’t say to my partner”. Her face went pink and laughed.

“Really?” I said, trying To stay composed and cool. Little did she know I was imagining her wet pussy all sticky, while trying to hide from her partner the fact she was all wet from thinking about something to do with me. It definitely turned me on, as I felt myself harden in my tight jeans. I kind of felt it’s inappropriate to ask more, but I couldn’t help but want to know what she had dreamt of. So when I got the chance I asked her to tell me more. She slowly, while still embarrassed, began to tell me the dream.

She said…“We were on a shift together at this desk. You were serving a customer and they accidentally spilled some liquid over your t shirt at the bottom. So you went in the stock room to clean it and I got a wipe and so cleaning stuff to help you clean it. I was on my knees wiping your top and… then… well I started to wipe a little lower… and wipe the top of your jeans. You got hard… and well I ended up.. you know..

I got the picture, but I needed to hear it come out of her mouth. “What happened?” I said. My cock was solid as a rock by this point in disbelief of what I was hearing.

“Well I took out your cock and started giving you a blow job… until you came over me.”

Wow. My workmate just admitted she fantasised about sucking my dick in her sleep. So much so her pussy was soaked in the morning. I was so fucking hard. Trying to maintain my composure as she blushed. I knew it was wrong to do much else as I was in a relationship with a girl I cared hugely about. We contined serving. I didn’t say anymore about it, but had to go to the toilet to adjust myself as I couldn’t shift the hard on in my boxers making me walk like John Wayne. I just laughed about it and didn’t say much more about it.

I couldn’t wait to get home. I drove with a hard on all the way home, breathing heavily. I opened the front door. The house was empty. I walked straight into the bathroom and pulled out my cock and dropped my jeans to my ankles. I grabbed a tissue and wrapped it around my throbbing cock and began to strike vigoursly. Normally I like to take my time when masterbating but I just needed to cum. I stood there, jerking fast, imagining her pulling out my shaft from my jeans, while on her knees, big eyes looking up at me, my cock in her hand, licking the head, flicking my pee hole, other hand caressing my balls, her mouth wide open. I was almost ready to cum. I visualised streams of my cum shooting out and hitting her cheeks, chin and down her throat as I actually let out a loud moan and came hard into my tissue. That felt good.

We never spoke of her wet pussy dream again, as it was inappropriate to say anything more. But I often wank to that fantasy which still gets me rock hard.