Although it's late April, I can feel the cold deep in my bones. Well,
when I stop to ponder this fact, I realize that it's not so much cold 
as it is damp. As I stop momentarily just inside the door to let my 
eyes adjust to the ambient light, I quickly scan the room. Most of the 
room's inhabitants are gathered along the bar, sitting and talking or 
sipping from their chosen liquid remedy. Since I don't notice anyone 
familiar in those first instants, I move to an open spot to order my 
own poison. 

That's when I notice HER. I've seen her before but not behind the bar.
In fact the last time I saw her, was about a month ago and she was 
outside smoking a cigarette and she was alone out there. I was out 
there cheating. I had stopped smoking about a month before, and as I 
finished and was moving to go inside, we noticed each other at the same 
time. She was the first to acknowledge the attraction that I, at least, 
felt. She nodded and said "Hi". I did the same but continued moving 
towards the door and remember thinking "What kind of asshole are you? 
She was pretty and she was friendly". Now, while I know that I wasn't 
going to get laid, I should have at least chatted her up. Let's see 
(weighing the options in my mind), talking to a pretty woman or 
standing by a pool table, alone, listening to the music of The Center 
St. Band. I could not for the life of me know why I chose the latter. 
In fact on the way home, after closing time and not being able to find 
her again that night, I promised myself that when I next ran into her, 
I wouldn't pass up that opportunity again. 

Well, here was my first opening. I smiled at her while she floated
towards me. When she reached me, I said hi and told her to pour a drink 
for a friend of mine down at the end of the bar. While she did it, I 
said, " I haven't seen you bartending before, are you new here?" She 
glanced at me. I noticed that her eyes were bright and affable, as she 
said, "No I've tended bar here. I've seen you, before. My name's 
Michelle."  "I'm Rum. Well, that's what my friends call me, anyway." I 
wondered if that meant that she noticed me from behind the bar or last 
month. I decided not to pursue that line of thought, though. I could 
feel the woman next to me taking all of this in while we chatted. When 
she had poured and passed Jim his drink, I asked if she wanted a pop. 
She declined and I ordered a coffee with Jameson's and Bailey's. When I 
had my drink she asked if I wanted a shot. I declined but asked if it 
was too early for her to have one.  She didn't answer but turned around 
and grabbed the bottle of Jameson's, again. She poured a shot, returned 
the bottle, lifted her drink and wished me good luck, as did I. 
Michelle tilted the glass to her mouth and drank it in one swift 
swallow. "Ah. Just the way a shot should be handled", I thought. I just 
took a sip of my own drink in response and looked at her and smiled. 

After I paid for the drinks, I heard another friend call me from the
other end of the bar. At the same time she was called to renew 
someone's drink. We just smiled at each other. She moved to do her job 
and I moved towards my friend. I held eye contact with her for as long 
as possible as I walked down the bar. She kept my gaze for about 4 
steps as she moved to her customer. When I reached Donna, I hugged her 
then shook her husband's hand. I told Wayne (Donna's husband) that the 
next time the bartender came this way that I was going to ask her to 
marry me. He laughed and told me that I didn't have the balls. I told 
him to fuck off and raised my hand to get both of them a drink. 
Michelle came down the bar and I held her gaze as she floated towards 
us. I don't think that my obvious attraction was wasted on either Donna 
or on Michelle. After Michelle filled the order I said "Michelle, let's 
just blow this popcycle stand and get married." I thought Wayne was 
going to swallow his tongue but Michelle grinned and said, "I don't 
think my boyfriend would like that." "Oh, he can come, too, but just to 
the ceremony. The rest of the night is just for you and me." She 
laughed and said "Ok." 

The rest of the night was a typical night at the "One Too Many" bar;
friends, loud music, a good time and I went home alone...again. When I 
got home, I went to bed right away. In fact, I feel asleep right away, 
too. I wasn't anywhere near drunk but I was tired. 

Now before I go any further, I have to tell you that I'm the kind of guy
that hardly ever remembers my dreams. In fact, if truth be told, I 
almost never wake up and remember what I've dreamed. Maybe that's 
because I never ask myself about my dreams. Whatever. This night, 
however, it felt like I dreamed from the time that I fell asleep until 
I awoke. 

Here's how it went. We were sitting behind the bar smoking a cigarette
(I'm still craving cigarettes).  As we shot the breeze, she mentioned 
that she was cold and I retorted that I could warm her up with a 
complete body massage. She just looked at me and said. "What do you 
mean complete?" My confidence was high so I said. "Just what I 
said...complete." "That's a pretty tall order," she said. "Well if I 
could deliver, would you accept?" "Where would we do this?" "Anywhere 
your perfect little heart wanted", was all I could say. The next thing 
I saw was that we were in an apartment, and it wasn't mine. I have no 
idea how we got there, where we were or even what time it was. All I 
could discern was that Michelle was dressed as she was at the bar. She 
had a jean type skirt with a loose button down shirt and boots. I 
couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra because her boobs are small. I 
simply love small breasts on a woman. To me, they are as natural an 
attractant as most other men feel towards the more voluptuous women. 

We started he massage when I removed her boots as she lay face down on a
bed that I assumed was hers. I massaged her feet and moved slowly up 
her legs. When I neared her thighs and the hem of her skirt, I just 
slid under the hem and up towards her ass. I spread her legs as far as 
the skirt allowed but never touched her sex. I slowly massaged whatever 
skin I could touch. The back of her thigh, the sensitive area of her 
inner thigh got special attention. I just grazed the panty line along 
her pussy but no further. I did massage her ass, too and gave that area 
special attention, too. I wanted her to feel aroused but not so aroused 
that we would forego the massage that I'd promised. 

After being sure that I had her just slightly stimulated, I moved from
under her skirt and moved to her lower back. I wanted to make sure this 
was a total massage. Over the shirt gently and slowly upward until I 
confirmed that she was indeed wearing a bra. To her shoulders and down 
her arms, then back up the arms to her neck. I decided that massaging 
her skull was in order, too. If this were reality, I'd guess that all 
of this would have taken at least 20 or 30 minutes. 

I told Michelle to turn over. She didn't move for a moment.  When she
did move over onto her back she looked me in the eye with a slightly 
apprehensive gaze. I whispered, "Shhh...Relax, I'm not here to hurt you 
nor to take advantage of you." I then proceeded to caress her face as I 
gently forced her eyes closed. I moved down towards her neck and 
shoulders then to her arms, again. The moment of truth came when I 
again reached her shoulders and slowly and gently moved down towards 
her breasts. I was looking at her face in case she panicked and opened 
her eyes and stopped me from proceeding further. She never did any of 
those things to my wonder. As I reached her breasts, I felt their mass 
and shape. I stopped with my hands just on her breasts, not moving, 
just grateful that I could touch and feel their flawlessness. Through 
her bra, I felt her nipples firm up to hard little nubs against my 
palm. I removed one hand to unbutton her shirt. I detected rather than 
heard her breath quicken slightly as I did this. When I had her shirt 
unbuttoned I opened it all the way so that her entire torso was 
exposed. That wasn't why I did it, of course. I wanted to see her bra. 
Thanking my stars, I saw that it was a front opener. Manipulating the 
bra open I began again to massage her breasts, to see her nipples in 
all their puckered glory. Visual stimulation goes a long way with us 
males! 

I didn't spend a long time with her breasts because I wanted her trust
as much as I wanted her. Moving down her torso was hard to do with her 
breasts exposed and begging to be suckled. Reaching the belt of her 
skirt. I asked her to lift her butt. I was very surprised when she did 
so without any sign of apprehension or trepidation. I raised her skirt 
to her waist. This allowed her panties to become exposed. Oh! How her 
simple and plain panties on display delighted my eyesight. I could 
barely make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair. All the while 
taking in the magnificent spectacle before me, I gently massaged her 
lower belly and moved on to the junction of her legs and torso, just 
where her panties ended. I'm sure that she expected me to move under 
those panties to her hidden treasure. 

I didn't take advantage, though. I'd promised her a total body massage
and I wanted to deliver on that promise. I continued down to the front 
of her thighs, then to her shins. Knowing that there isn't much flesh 
to massage on one's shins, this area got caressed until I reached her 
feet again. I again massaged her feet for a few minutes and stopped for 
a moment so that she knew that I had finished her massage. Looking at 
her face I saw that she was slightly flushed and her breathing was 
slightly deeper than normal. As her eyes opened I place my hands on her 
thighs, fairly high on her thighs. Holding still I whispered, "Relax. 
Close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations, ok?" 

As her eyes closed, I began to caress her thighs. I wasn't massaging
her; this was caressing her skin to elicit pleasure, nothing more. 
Slowly I moved upwards towards those simple, plain panties. This time, 
though, I captured her mound in my right hand while I teased my left 
along the opening of her right leg. I felt her hair crinkle beneath her 
panties as I caressed her slit with just my fingertips. Her breath 
seemed to have become more labored, now. I leaned down to kiss her 
panty covered pussy. My lips felt the slight wetness that had escaped 
the detection of my hand. I began to eat more firmly at her pussy 
through her panties. I remembered thinking that I wanted to tease her 
like this for a while until it was time to remove the barrier to her 
garden. Then I remembered thinking, "What the hell is that sound? It's 
really annoying!!" 

Then I awoke!!! Fuck!!!! A really pretty woman was open to my every
advance. She was, in fact, open to me in the most intimate way a woman 
could be and my fucking phone had to wake me up??!! This had better be 
good!! Well, as it turned out it was my daughter calling me to see if I 
was ok. I had been sick earlier in the week and she, being the dutiful 
daughter that she is, was checking up on me. When I rang off, I noticed 
that it was 10:30 A.M. and I had the hard on of the month. Maybe I 
could go back to sleep and finish the dream. No, I knew that wasn't 
possible but the next time I see Michelle, she would become fully aware 
of my desire to finish what we'd started...even if she didn't know what 
we'd started!