Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/15/2020
By Machman
To set the scene: Helena is a woman from the office. She is a few years older than me so I guess she is 55 or 56. She showed me a pic of herself once of when she was younger, in her late 20s and she was a looker alright. Now she looks like a woman in her mid 50s. A bit mumsy and she is a bit too prim and proper for my liking. I ain't buying that for a start, the whole butter wouldn't melt act! And that I've only ever been with my husband routine, yeah right. I reckon a couple of drinks inside her and you could whip her knickers off fairly easily. Would I want to? Probably. I'm a guy! But I just wanted to set the scene for this one as this in no way reflects any lustful feelings I have for her. I do not think of her in that way at all. Also, I am not an opportunist "upskirter". I abhor that type of behaviour and I think the perpetrators of this disgusting practice should be locked up. Anyway, now that I've cleared that up ..... Talking of Helena's knickers ..... The dream starts in the living room of the house where I was brought up in Rutherglen to the South Side of Glasgow, Scotland. I am sitting in a chair doing what, I don't know, probably watching telly. I look behind me and Helena is sitting on the floor and she has her knees drawn up with feet still on the floor. As a result the skirt she is wearing has risen up and I can see a fair way up it. She is wearing black tights (pantyhose to any Americans out there) and seeing her nylon clad thighs get me aroused! She doesn't notice me looking as she is reading something, it looks like a Kindle or a tablet. I want to see her knickers so I get up and walk towards the kitchen area so that I can walk past her and get a better view up her skirt. When I return from the kitchen area I have another look and sit back down. I am now incredibly horny and become obsessed with her knickers (which were also black by the way). I want to take a picture on my phone so I get it out and try to figure out a way to take a photo without her noticing. In the midst of formulating a plan, however, I do realise that this is very wrong and the scene changes. I am working somewhere which reminds me of the council building in Hamilton where I once worked. I am with someone but I can't remember who. I am working on a problem that I think is fairly easy to solve (computer software issue). Some guy comes over, an older black man, who tells me I have to move as this is his desk. I ask him where can move to as I have nearly solved the problem. He leads me (and, I assume, the person I am with) though a set of doors and we enter this vast space like a warehouse or aircraft hangar. It has row upon row of desks open plan style. We walk up and down aisles looking for a free desk. But they are all taken. The black guy starts taking to someone and seems to lose interest in helping me out. So I carry on myself, the other person has disappeared I think. I pass a desk and I see Helena! She is leaving the company and she is surrounded by people hugging her and wishing her well. She looks across and asks me if I am going with them for her leaving do. I tell her I will come back as there is another leaving do taking place and there is free grub so I don't want to miss out. I then go through another set of doors and I am in a field. It reminds me of a field next to where I lived as a child which has probably been developed on by house builders long ago. (I might actually take a drive down to see if that is the case now that we are in the midst of Coronavirus lockdown and I have plenty time on my hands) . There is a tent set up ahead of me and I see a queue of people. I go to the queue and see that they are selling crisps (potato chips). I wonder where the free food and drink has gone but nobody seems to be complaining. I don't know the person who is leaving anyway so I make my way back to catch up with Helena and the other people with her. Maybe I can try to whip her knickers off once we are both drunk! 😜