Chapter 6
Michael shrugged. "Speaking as a teenage boy," he said, "I can understand that." Julia laughed. "How did you know?" he asked. "That I had this 'talent'?"
"When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it."
"Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?"
"Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"
Michael grinned. "Not really, but I expect I'll get the hang of it."
"Good, because this is the office where I'm to have my meeting." She pulled the car into an underground car park, swinging it into a reserved space. "There's a little coffee shop in the lobby," she said, "why don't you wait for me there? I'll be about an hour."
Michael nodded and got off the elevator on the lobby level, leaving Julia to head on up to the tenth. He found the shop easily, bought an Americano from the girl behind the counter, and sat at a table where he had a good view of her; the view was quite pleasant.
The girl was a petite blonde with sparkling blue eyes and D-cup breasts mounted on a trim frame. Despite her large chest she wore a spaghetti-strapped tank top and no bra along with a short, tight skirt and platform pumps. Michael watched her busying herself behind the counter while he sipped his coffee. Unbidden, an image of him sliding his cock up between those huge tits came to his mind. He was spurting up and over her face with each thrust and she was egging him on.
He glanced up as the girl walked past him down the shop. Blushing a little at his thoughts, he picked up his cup and took another sip. The girl walked past again, heading for the counter, and dropped something onto Michael's table as she passed. He glanced down at it, puzzled.
It was her top.
Michael looked up in time to see her retreating back, naked down to the hips, disappearing through a door behind the counter. He picked up the top and followed her, glancing back to see that she had put the closed sign up on the entrance to the shop.
The little storeroom behind the shop smelled of coffee, but Michael was more concerned about the blonde kneeling in the middle of the floor, grinning smugly, her breasts standing to attention as she arched her back for his enjoyment.
"Come over here," she told him, and he took the couple of steps needed to close the distance between them. She reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out with a sigh. Her lips enfolded the head and he jerked with the sudden sensation. Her tongue flicked over the end, and then down and around the shaft as she pushed him deeper into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat touch him for a brief second, and then she pulled him out.
Michael groaned, but she was by no means finished with him. She lifted herself up onto her knees and slipped his cock between her breasts, pressing the two globes together so that he was enwrapped in tit flesh. Then she began sliding his wet cock up and down between her tits; Michael entered heaven wondering how his day dream was coming true.
The girl suddenly released him and stood up. She reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Under it she was wearing a tiny white thong, which she pulled aside before sitting herself onto the edge of a small table. "Fuck me," she commanded.
Michael moved quickly between her legs and pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. She let out a low groan. "Put it in, put it in!" she insisted, and he drove himself into her. Her hot flesh enveloped him and she groaned again, louder this time. He began pumping into her, and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Michael reached down to push his hands under her ass cheeks and straightened his legs. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest.
Now she was suspended by his hands beneath her and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and hips. He began lifting her until only the head of his cock was still inside her, and then dropping her again until he filled her completely. Each thrust elicited a yelp of pleasure from the tiny blonde. Michael kept going like this for several minutes before her cant began to pulse around his cock and he knew his legs would give out if he came holding her up. He dropped her back onto the table and began to hammer himself in and out of her while her crossed ankles pressed into the small of his back, riving him harder and harder.
"I'm gonna..." she croaked out, and then, "oooooh!"
Michael felt his own orgasm rip through his body, and she jerked with each and every spurt that entered her. Eventually he stopped and pulled out of her. She lay back on the table, breathing hard and making her tits bounce and a most appealing way.
"Thank you," she said, "I haven't had a good fuck in weeks. You go sit down and I'll get you a fresh cup of coffee. Yours must be cold by now."
Michael blinked and smiled. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but whatever it was, it was great!