Annie’s Dream


Annie steps off the bus and sighs gratefully as she makes her way towards the iron gate leading to her home. Another stressful day at the office is thankfully over. She reaches into her pocket and finds her doorkey, along with a receipt for today’s lunch.’Oh, that reminds me… what do I have in the house to cook for dinner?’ Annie murmurs to herself.She lets herself in and locks the door, putting the key on the tray on the hall table.Hanging her coat up, she heads to the bedroom to change from her office clothes into something more comfortable. She slips off her black court shoes, unbuttons her crisp, white blouse and puts it in the laundry basket. Her grey pencil skirt is next and is put on its hanger for tomorrow. Hertights are also removed, a fingernail catches in the flimsy material, resulting in a ladder.In frustration, Annie scrunches Ankara escort the ruined tights into a ball and launches it at the waste bin.Turning around, she catches sight of herself in her full length mirror.’Not bad… not bad at all for a woman in her early forties!’ she thinks, her eyes looking over her full figure.Her long blonde, curly hair flows down and rests on her shoulders, overflowing onto her breasts, covering her little buds. She quickly flicks her hair onto her back, revealing her assets in all their glory. Her hand wanders downwards and finds the piercing in her belly button. She plays with the diamante stones and her fingers mover farther down towards her secret place.Annie suddenly feels a cool chill in her bedroom and checks the window to make sure it’s closed properly. A quick feel of Ankara escort bayan the radiator confirms the central heating timer is working, although a heat felt within her is making itself known.She puts her robe on for warmth and puts her favourite CD on the stereo, relaxing sounds are soon mellowing her mood.She sits down on her bed and stretches out, limbering up her tired bones.Soon, she is drifting off into a quiet slumber. Occasionally, she stirs at the odd creaking sound that old houses are notorious for. Many times, she has thought she heard the sounds of someone moving around, in the kitchen, in the lounge and in the bedroom. All when she wouldn’t expect someone to be home.She slips further and further into slumber. Her mind is wandering to a different time and place… seeing the horses Escort Ankara she used to ride growing up… her hair whipping around her face when cantering on a summers day long ago …Suddenly, Annie hears the bedroom door squeak open.’Hmm, I must get that door seen to… ‘ she thinks but is too dreamy and relaxed to actually do anything about it.The faint smell of a man’s aftershave, combined with a hint of male sweat, wafts by her nostrils.”Be still, my love… let me take good care of you …my darling Annie!”Annie tries to respond, a cool finger presses to her lips, encouraging her silence.He traces the imaginary line from her ear down to her neck with his finger. She shivers at the light touch and feels the bed dip, accommodating his weight on the bed beside her.He kisses her tenderly, soft kisses reaching to her breast. He cups his hand on one breast and squeezes it softly. Her rosebud is showing its peak and he licks and nibbles it into submission. The other breast receives his attention too, making them stand to attention, like little antennae.She moans softly, the wetness of his tongue sending little electric shocks through her.

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