Dreams of the Stranger Part One

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A strange man visits a waitress in her dreams which begin to creep into reality. ( features body manipulation, ***d masturbation, and some non-consent)

Annie was almost done with her shift at the cafe, and just had one last customer to cash out. She finished up in the bathroom and retied her long auburn hair into a ponytail. She checked her face in the mirror and looking back was a young woman with soft features and light sprinkling of freckles across her small nose and full cheeks. Her green hazel eyes trailed down her front, past a pair of full breasts, hinted at by a low cut white shirt, to the apron wrapped around her small belly and wide hips. She adjusted the green apron and smoothed out the tight black slacks she wore.

As she went to the register and got the bill ready she looked over at The Stranger sitting at the counter. He scared her.

Part of it was his physical presence. He was tall, easily towering a foot taller than her 5’4” stature, and lanky, but still with muscles visible under his tight grey shirt and the long black coat he always wore. He also had piercing ice blue eyes, that seemed to be undressing her, even when he wasn’t looking at her. And it was hard to tell that because he always had a black ball cap pulled low over his head.

The other part was his general mannerisms and the effect he left on her. When he spoke, his voice was always low and soft, but still commanding.

She handed him the bill. “Time to close down.”

“Sorry, I overstayed my welcome again.” He took two twenties out of his jean pocket and held it out to her. She knew what would come next and she grew goosebumps in anticipation. She took the bills from him and his hand touched her wrist. “The change is for you, pet.”

Pet. That was his nickname for her. She hated it, but he always left her a twenty on top of whatever change was left over from his coffee and sandwich with fries. So she never said anything, but it still made her somewhat uncomfortable when he called her that, but it also called to something deep and primal in her. She hated how it made her feel, but the touch was worse.

Every time he payed he used the same touch. His hand would lightly land on her wrist and then he would slowly pull it back. It left a slight tingle on her skin, and she could still feel it after she went home for the evening. And that’s when the worst would begin.

Whenever The Stranger came in, he would be in her head all night. As she sat and watched TV, or worked on her computer, thoughts of him would creep in. Often she would wonder what it would be like to just stare into his eyes and get lost in the icy blue windows. She would start to think about what he looked like under that jacket. Once or twice while she was in the shower or laying in bed she would find her hand trailing between her legs, her head swimming with thoughts of the strange man.

Tonight, though, as his hand touched her wrist it clamped down tight. “What the-“. She looked up at him and was cut off as she made eye contact. He was gazing at her, through her, looking into her very soul and desires. He leaned across the counter never breaking eye contact and turned his head to the side, pressing his thin lips against her full ones. She couldn’t stop herself from slipping her tongue into his mouth. She tore her apron from her waist and began to pull up the hem of her shirt exposing her pink bra. His hands came up and cupped one breast, she could feel the warmth of his hand on her, passing through the bra to fight the slight *** of her pert nipples.

“Annie, are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?!”

Her eyes popped open and her shirt and apron were back in place. The Stranger was walking out the door, and Annie’s coworker was standing next to her with the manager

“Hmm, I’m sorry what?”

Ashley stood there looking at her, concern plastered on her angular face. “You’re just staring off into space when that guy was trying to pay his bill. You coming down with something?” She tossed her head to the side, moving her blonde locks.

“Oh, no, no, I think it’s just been a long day.”

The manager, gave her a concerned look. “Okay, finish up your work and take it easy tonight okay?”

“Okay, thank you Mr Davis.” Annie finished her closing duties and returned to her apartment. She wanted to take a nice hot shower and watch some tv, but first she went to her room and pulled her shirt off, then sitting on the bed she kicked off her shoes and socks. She then laid down on the bed her eyes feeling heavy, and unbuttoned her pants. Lifting her hips a bit she slid the clothing down her thighs, but just as if got to her knees she suddenly felt the tingling sensation of The Stranger’s touch on her hand.

The hand trailed back up her body to her chest, running just above her beasts. The tingling spread from her hand to her flesh, and she could feel her hand being guided inside her bra, and there the tingling
intensified. Now she could feel it in her other hand, it came up and slipped into the maroon panties she had on. The nails on her fingers gently traced around her lips as the one hand in her bra began to grope and fondle the soft flesh. She could feel the tingle spreading from one end of her to the other.

Soon the quite room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans. It took Annie a few moments to realize it was her, she was horrified she got to this point without realizing it, but the sensations flooding her were too good. She pulled her bra up exposing her nipples to the cold air, and she switched hands. One pinching and teasing her nipple as the other pulled her panties aside and began circle her clit, bringing on more tingling waves of pleasure.

She could hear her phone ringing on the bed next to her, she knew she needed to answer it, but she couldn’t pull her own hands off of her. Panic started to set in as she realized she was molesting herself with no way to stop. “No, no, oh god. Mmmm, yes, please. Please stop. I don’t want to keep going. Just keep going.” She was arguing with herself as she fought to regain control of her limbs. Finally she regained control and bolted upright.

She looked at herself and saw that her bra and panties were still in place, as were the pants around her knees. She held her hand to her mouth, trying not to scream out in *** and frustration, the pleasant sensations leaving her body. She looked at her phone and saw she missed a call from Ashley. She called her back and there must have been something in her voice because the other girl asked if everything was okay. Annie lied and said she had a bad dream? But was it a lie? It had to be.