A strange and very realistic dream. I was starting to post it this morning but I decided to write it into a story. Half way done. Maybe have it posted tonight.
The first part of this was based on a dream I had. I started posing in the "What are your dreams like" topic, but decided I'd write a fictional story as time permits.
Part 1 is based on my dream. It wasn't as detailed as how it is written below, instead I added some filler to it.
The dream has to do with my real life friend Barb, and her 20 year old son Trevor, who is home from college for the summer and working at a nearby Amazon distribution center until he goes back to school in late August.
Part 2 is fictional. I didn't plan on taking it where it ended up, but it did.
Edit..
(I never did get around to finishing part 2, but have a rough draft. I'll try and get to it )Part 1 - The Dream
I hadn't visited with Barb in quite some time, so we had a lot of catching up to do. This meant a couple of extra glasses of wine on the back patio. We were laughing about I-don't-recall-what when her 20 year old son appeared at the sliding glass door.
"Hi, Miss Julie," he said with his big smile.
"Oh my god. Trevor," I said standing, "I haven't seen you in forever, how have you been," I asked, hugging him.
Trevor was home from college for the summer and I have not seen him some time around Thanksgiving. He's a tall lanky boy that's over 6 feet tall and is well toned with an athletic build. It seemed like yesterday, but was a few years ago that I would visit the local high school with Barb to watch him play his lacrosse games. His younger brother by a year also played. Trevor also ran cross country for the high school team..
"Your mom tells me you've been working like crazy for Amazon. You're at the new facility in Shelby, right? We drove by it and that place looks huge. What do you do there.?"
"Oh, it's huge alright. I fill orders. We run around like crazy up and down aisles picking things off shelves, putting them in boxes, then dropping them on a conveyor to go to another part of the warehouse to have other items filled, or they go to the actual packaging where they stuff filler in them and tape them up. It's crazy. And I run about 14 miles a day."
"Wow, that sounds exhausting."
Barb chimed in. "He says it is, especially when I ask him to do some chores around here like cutting the grass, but uses the excuse of,
Mom, I'm so tired, I ran at least 50 miles today but it doesn't stop him from going out with his friend's until midnight every day." She smiled raising an eyebrow at him. "Does it, Trev?"
"No, mom," he blushed. "Which reminds me, Brent and Noah will be by in 30, and we're going over to that axe throwing place. I need to shower really quick."
"It's a bar, can you even get in there?"
"At 10 o'clock you've got to be 21 or accompanied by an adult. We have a reservation for 9, so."
"Sounds fun. Behave and don't get in trouble. Don't let Noah get the three of you in trouble "
"I know, mom. We won't."
Trevor looked toward me. "Bye, Miss Julie."
"It's just Julie now, Trevor. Bye and have fun tonight."
"K," he said, turning and going back in the house.
****
Trevor stood and stretched. His 15 minute morning break had just ended. He and two of his other coworkers each grabbed some packing slips for the "to fill" tray. Taking 5 or more at a time, giving them each a quick scan and filling multiple orders at the same time made things more efficient.
"Alright fellas, see you in a couple of hours at lunch unless we bump into each other out there." And with that, Trevor took off into a jog to the western most part of the warehouse. He passed numerous other "pickers" as he did so.
"You're making us all look bad, slow the fuck down kid," an older gentleman that was also a order filler, yelled after him.
"Sorry, Mr Johnson, just trying to stay in shape."
"And quit calling me
Mister, I'm only 40."
"Yes, sir," Trevor yelled back.
"Or,
sir, you little shit."
Trevor continued jogging as he laughed. That little scenario plays out the same every couple of days.
Trevor reached aisle 72 and turned down it. "Bay 42, 3rd shelf," he mumbled to himself, recalling where the candle sticks were located according to the packing list. He quickly found it, grabbed it from the shelf and headed off for the next item.
Trevor was exhausted. It was approaching 4:45, meaning quitting time was near. One more time out into the warehouse he thought to himself. He greased 3 packing slips, quickly scanned the. Only one item on each. Easy, he thought. He figured he could handle another order. He grabbed the next one, quickly scanned over the are of the 3 items and noticed they were all in the same aisle. Trevor headed out into the warehouse. The three sheets with the single items he filled first. One more order to fill and he would be done. "Aisle 29," he thought, "Bay 31, 37 and 43." All prime numbers he realized.
Trevor turned down Aisle 29 and walked about 40 feet, arriving at Bay 31, a quick glance at his packing slip read "shelf 4, anal sex trainer."
"Whoa," he thought. He read the side of the non descript box, the box read the same, "Anal Sex Trainer 3PCS Stainless Steel Jeweled Butt Plugs". He gave a little laugh.
Trevor walked about 10 feet to bay 37. Glancing at the sheet he read, "shelf 3,, Sex Toy Rabbit." He looked at shelf three and found what he was looking for. A pink box that read, "Sex Toys Rabbit Adult Sensory Toys/Thrusting Rabbit Toy for Women ". He laughed again, thinking "Some lady is not getting enough at home, can't wait to see what the last item is."
The last item he pulled from the shelf was described on the box as "2022 New G-spot Rabbit Vibrator Female Penis, Rabbit Ear Licking Tongue Clitoris Stimulator". There was a picture on the box. He studied it. Though he had been with a few girls, he tried to imagine how it worked. Yes he was aware it went up inside the woman, but studied the little protrusion coming off the main shaft. "Huh, never knew," he said. And quickly dismissed it, now thinking it was time to go punch the time clock.
He quickly scanned the packing slips to make sure he had the proper items. As he looked at the packing slip with the three sex items, something caught his eye on the paper. He recognized the name. "Holy shit," Trevor said allowed. He looked at the address to confirm. "Oh my god," he said. "Miss Julie?"
Trevor let it sink in for a moment. As he recovered he started looking at the three items that he had just picked from the shelves for his mom's friend. His dick began to stiffen as he imagined her using the items.
Trevor started looking at some other items on the surrounding shelves. There were a lot of vibrators and dildoes. Restraints. A sex swing. He began to imagine Julie in some of these things. Then he noticed something. Lifting it up and looking at it, a smile grew slowly on his face. He put the item in the box.
I was sitting reading my Kindle by the pool, but couldn't keep my mind focused on each sentence I read because I was so hungry. I heard the sound of the gate opening and was surprised to see Trevor walking around the corner carrying a box.
"Hey Miss Julie..."
I interrupted him. "You're an adult now, so please call me, Julie."
"I'll try," he laughed, "it's just so hard. Hey, I was leaving work when I happened to notice this package in the shipping staging area. Your name on the label popped out at me. I figured I'd just drop it off on my way home."
"Oh gosh, how nice of you. Wow, what are the odds of you seeing my name on a package at the warehouse?"
"Yeah, I know.," Trevor said, as he handed her the package.
It was then that I realized what was in the package. I had only ordered yesterday, and nothing else in the previous week. I felt blood rush to my cheeks thinking that my good friends son was delivering sex toys to me. "
Does he know what's in the box," I wondered recalling him mentioning that he filled orders for customers at the warehouse.
"We'll, I need to get home, Miss... I mean, Julie." He turned and began walking toward the gate.
"Bye, Trevor. Thanks again."
"He knows," she thought blushing even more. Inside the house, I set the package on the counter. Pulling scissors from the drawer I cut the tape along the seam and pulled the two flaps upward revealing the contents. The anal plugs and the two vibrators. And then I noticed another item. Picking it up, I read the package.
"[Nipple Clips-Clamps for Women With Clit Clamp - Stainless Steel"/b]. The box displayed a naked women with a chain running from both nipples. Half way between was a round hoop that another chain hung down and attached to the woman clitoris. I"I didn't order this,"