It wasn’t long before Anne and Jason made their way to bed after managing to avoid bringing up their current situation. Anne pulled on her usual nightshirt, whilst keeping on the pair of boxers she had procured from Steve’s room and settled into bed, drifting off relatively quickly.
She dreamt she was at the mall, leaning on some railings on the second floor looking out over the large central atrium.
“Damn, #<€$ check her out!” A voice said next to her, she looked over and recognised her best friend Moose, he was pointing at a young woman on the ground floor bending over to pick something up. She was wearing a pair of very tight jeans that showed off her perfectly round ass. Anne growled in appreciation.
“Imagine taking that from behind!” She grinned as she and Moose high fived.
“God you two are so disgusting!” A female voice from behind them. She turned to face the source of the voice, but couldn’t quite make out the face of the blonde girl.
“Admit it £&#%! You just want a piece of this!” Anne replied, grabbing her crotch. The girl tutted and walked away.
“Disgusting!” She snapped back with a smile.
Jason had climbed into bed in a pair of pyjama pants, a sleep shirt, and a plain cotton pair of panties borrowed from his wife. He tossed and turned a little before he finally dozed off.
In his dream he was walking down the aisle of the grocery store picking out ingredients for dinner. He had just finished filling his basket and was making his way to the checkout. He placed his basket on the end of the conveyor and reached over to grab one of the divider blocks. As he did he spotted the young man behind the till glance down his blouse at his chest, then quickly look away.
‘Still got it’ Jason smiled to himself. As the cashier started scanning his items he recognised the boy.
“You go to school with my son don’t you?” He asked.
“Yeah I do. It’s good to see you again Mr Farber”
“Oh please” Jason waved his hand, “just call me &#€&” he added as he paid for his goods, bagged them up and headed out the store, very much aware the boy was staring at his backside as he left.
Steve was dreaming that he was in a playground. He was currently sat on a swing, and somebody was pushing him from behind. He found himself giggling more and more the higher he went. The way the breeze was blowing his ruffled skirt up made it seem like he was almost flying. From this vantage point he spotted that the big slide was empty.
“Stop daddy, I wanna go on the slide!” He said. As he swung back he felt a pair of hands grab his waist to stop him. He quickly jumped off and ran towards the slide. As he did he tripped over his own feet and hit the soft ground hard. He was shocked at first, then he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes and before he knew it, he was crying loudly. He saw the large figure of his father jog up next to him and pick him up. He knew this man was his dad, but he didn’t look quite right.
“It’s ok monster” he said softly, “there’s no marks”
“It’s hurt though” Steve sobbed.
“I know it did &@£#, how bout we go get an ice cream instead?” His dad said with a smoked. Almost instantly Steve stopped crying and clapped his small hands together.
“M’kay!” He giggled.
“Great, I’ll have those on your desk by Monday sir!” The strange man said to Emma in her dream. She was sitting in her office at the law firm, and the clock was saying 17:30.
“Thank you!” She said as she stood up. The man nodded and left as she grabbed her gym bag from under her desk. She made her way out of her office across the street to the health centre across the road. She made her way into the changing rooms and began to strip off her suit. When she was down to her boxers a voice called out to her.
“Ah Farber!” An older man called out to her “come here, there’s someone I’d like you to meet!” She made her way over to the man, who she realised was her boss, Mr Jeffries. As she arrived the older man clapped her on the back.
“Who knew you were hiding those muscles!” He chuckled. Emma looked down sheepishly, noticing her torso was well defined, with sharp pecs and a few abs showing through.
“Anyway, &#%#, this is Tom Watson, he needs a little help with a domestic legal thing, and I know you’d be able to help” Mr Jeffries said. Emma nodded thoughtfully.
“K, I’ll see what I can do sir” she replied, eager to get out of this conversation and into the pool. After a few pleasantries and the exchanging of phone number, she returned to her bag and quickly changed into a pair of her speedos, smiling at the way they showed off her package.
“Finally,” she muttered, “I’ve been wanting to swim all day”
