In another land

This is a sexy story. If you don't like sex, read no further.

This has not happened to me in many years. But last night was different.

The details are fuzzy. I remember I was walking around in a large building. I had the impression it was the neighboring high school, but the building was much larger than I remembered. An extra floor, for one thing, and a large darker hallway area. Also, there were mostly adults there, not high schoolers.

We all seemed to be there to register for something. I remember waiting to talk to people seated at desks in the hallway. And I knew some of the people there. I remember one of the women there, a vague acquaintance. We seemed happy to see each other, and we hugged each other. We talked to each other, and I had my hands on her hips as I faced her. I had thought she was wearing regular jeans--but under my hands, I felt soft lace instead. I moved her hands down a little, to her butt, and the lace felt really soft and warm and wonderful.

Later, I walked upstairs and looked out a door. It seemed to be late morning, and the snow was melting and dripping off the building, like on a spring morning with the sun out. I remember seeing a couple of older dogs, lying about. Did I see a cat?

Then I was in the hallway again, at one of those registration desks. I was second or third in line, with maybe two or three people behind me. And as I waited, I felt some light pressure on the front of my pants. It was like the back of a hand, brushing up against the underside of my bulge. I looked around to see who. I saw a woman nearby. She had short, straight, whitish-grayish hair and no glasses.

We went off to another area and another desk. Again, I was second or third in line. And as I stood there, I felt it again. Soft pressure from a hand--the back the hand, maybe--gently caressing the front of my pants. Only now, my penis was bigger than before. This kind of thing never happens to me. Never. Not even in my dreams.

I turned and saw the same woman, closer. She is an older woman, about my age. I wanted to hold her close. I wanted to go off somewhere dark where we could caress and hold each other. And if she wants my cock ... I damn sure wasn't going to say no. I looked at her and said ...

"Urrrrow??"

I had felt the pressure at the foot of the bed moments earlier, the footsteps across my legs and then the pressure moving up the side of the mattress by my side. I opened an eye. It was still very dark, but I could see an inquisitive kitty face inches away.

"Hi, Charlie," I mumbled at her and threw an arm out at my side. She settled down between my chest and arm, with her paws on my upper arm, and started kneading and purring.

Lying between two sleepy females, one human, one feline, I soon drifted back to sleep, wondering what my dream means.