But, like the rest of the sports world, I caught a mild case of Jimmermania about midway through this season. So I'd been wanting to take the kids to one of the games for a bit of history, and had tried unsuccessfully to get tickets to tonight's game. So that's the background.
Last night, I dreamed that I approached the Marriott Center with the crowd. It was saturated, late-afternoon light, like after a rainstorm. There were scalpers everywhere. I neither had nor bought a ticket, but got in the outer doors anyway.
My seat was up near the rafters, and it was quiet and dim where I found my portal to enter the arena itself. I walked toward the door, but standing next to it was a stunning blonde with a catwalk-ready body, wearing nothing but heels and a faintly mint-green bra/panty set, almost identical to the one shown here. She was leaning listlessly against the wall and stared blankly into the arena from the door. She wasn't sad, just uninterested in her surroundings, like she was mildly stoned.I paused before opening the door, and instead leaned in slowly and kissed her. It startled her but she complied. I then pulled back, and when I saw that she was now looking willingly into my eyes, I took her hand and we passed instead through the door of the adjacent men's bathroom.
We went into the large handicap stall at the far end of the empty room, locked the swinging door, and she unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and took me into her mouth. But she didn't finish me. Instead, I pushed my back against one wall and put my feet on the handrail of the opposite wall so as to form a "bridge" across the stall. She stepped up on the toilet and then straddled me, our feet now completely off the ground so that nobody who might enter the room would see us. She pulled her panties aside and guided me into her, all the while looking me in the eyes, and rocked gently until...I woke up.
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