The alarm explodes in my ear. It's way too early on a Monday morning. I hit the snooze button again. I know it's 9 minutes, but I’ll fool myself into believing it’s only 5 and snuggle down into the covers.  

The alarm goes off again; rudely forcing it’s way into my subconscious and demanding I get up. I throw back the covers and drag my butt out of bed. I flip the switch on the coffee pot as I head towards the shower. The water makes me clean, but it does little to motivate me to get to work. I decide what I’m going to wear as I wash the sleep from my body and venture out to the cold reality of my morning. 

Dressed, coffee in hand, I hop in my car and head into the rush hour drive.  It is a beautiful morning and I take the opportunity of the slow moving traffic to sort out my plans for the day.  I’m starting to look forward to the challenge this day has to offer. I even find a parking spot close to the building – I’m a little earlier than I thought. I key in my code and open the office door.  

Now, I know I’m early, and I know it's Monday, but I certainly didn’t expect this. Instead of the interior of my office, I find myself standing in the middle of a beautiful atrium. My eyes scan the voluptuous greenery as the sun pours through the leaded windows. A big wicker couch sits in a corner nook. There’s somebody else here - the woman of my dreams. 

She’s beautiful – a cross between Jill Hennessy and Catherine Bell with a little trace of Patricia Charbonneau.  

“Over here, Kate,” she gently pats the couch cushion next to her, “Come and sit with me.”  I detect a trace amount of an accent as she calls my name. How does she know my name? Who cares! I’m there.          

She tells me her name is Vivian and she’s been waiting for me. Me – she’s been waiting for me! I look into those deep brown eyes and my hands start to shake. She reaches out and caresses my face. I breathe in her scent and feel her warmth next to me. 

Her kiss is sweet and I find myself craving more. She presses her body against me, leans in and whispers in my ear. Who would know that four simple words could make me shiver? “I want you now”  

Now, I’m the kind of person who notices details, but for the life of me, I cannot tell you how my blouse ended up on the floor. I just know that I had help. Vivian peeled off her clothes slowly for me as I enjoyed the view. I, in turn, disrobed for her eyes. Naked, we fell into each other’s arms. The simple pleasure of kissing quickly turns into caresses. Her skin is so smooth; her scent intoxication. My pulse is racing as her lips find my breasts and I moan in pleasure.  

I want her taste in my mouth. I nibble on her neck and make my way across her chest. I tease the hard pearls of her nipples with my tongue and nip them gently. A gasp escapes from her lips and I feel her pulse quicken. She arches her back and presses herself closer to me.  

I’m now on my knees between her legs; her prone body in front of me. My hands stroke and tease her body. I lean forward and let my hair drape against her as I tongue her navel. I slip my hand in between her legs and feel her wetness. Wetness, an understatement if ever there was one. I insert a finger, then another and another. I feel her grip my hand as she pushes against me. I start pumping my hand as I allow my mouth to find her juices. Frantically, I lick and suck; pumping and moaning. I hear her moans turn into gasps; her gasps become my name. She climaxes and clamps her legs on my ears. I manage to release myself and pull her quivering body close to my now sweating body.  Vivian’s smile melts what is left of my libido and I loose myself again in her eyes. 

She scratches my back and lets her hands drift down my spine. Kisses quicken my already racing pulse – I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’m sure she can feel my throbbing against her leg… 

A horrendous sound explodes in my ear and I find myself wrapped in my bed sheets … alone. The cat is looking at me curiously and I swear she’s smiling. I realize the noise is my alarm clock; the body pulled against me is my pillow – I don’t want to think about the look on the cat’s face.  

Hell! It’s only 7am. I press the snooze bar again. Another five more minutes.

The End

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