As Elly lay back on her "sleeping side," Martin snuggled up against her and put his arm around her. "Can you sleep if we lie against each other like this, with my hand on your belly?"

"I'm not sure," Elly said, "but we can try. Only... if you let your hand crawl to my breasts, I'll be wide awake in no time!"

"I think so too, but I wasn't planning to. Sleep well, dearest of mine." He gave her a kiss on her shoulder, and Elly gently squeezed his hand on her belly.

"Good night," she whispered.

She hadn’t expected to be able to sleep, because of the conversation and all the feelings that had been going on, but she soon sank into a deep sleep. Martin had a little more trouble falling asleep, but didn't mind. His thoughts about that evening were positive, full of expectation and hope.

Eventually he too fell asleep.

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Elly dreamed, dreamed of a deep desire to give herself completely to Martin, also physically. In her dream, she grabbed his hand, which had ended up unnoticed under her shirt, and placed it on her breast. As he did not respond immediately, she helped him to caress her breast. Still deeply asleep, her body responded. The caressing caused arousal. Her abs contracted, her hips rocked back and forth, as she walked with Martin in a meadow in her dream. She giggled like an adolescent girl and pulled him along on the grass. She was lying on her back, he was lying next to her, and she could see that he was enjoying seeing and caressing her naked....

Martin slowly woke up from a deep sleep, at first not understanding what was happening. When it dawned on him what Elly was doing to him, he was wide awake. He shifted back slightly and gently turned Elly on her back, while she continued to lead his hand over her breasts. He actually had to laugh about it, she was deeply asleep, seemed to be dreaming.

He decided to play along with her dream, waiting to see what she would do. Kind of nice actually, this way she was showing off what she liked. In the dim light of a street lamp shining through their thin curtains, he saw her hips moving. He saw her abdominal muscles contract and relax again. He chuckled, it actually looked quite sultry.

Elly was still in charge, enjoying in her dream the feelings Martin was evoking in her while stroking.

It was very clear to Martin how she felt. He saw it in her completely relaxed face, the happy smile, and he heard it in her sighs and the moans that escaped from her throat. He saw it in the movements of her body.

She grabbed his hand a little tighter and let it travel down her belly to her underpants. She let him caress her underbelly. Her pubic bone pushed up the moment she spread her legs slightly and put his hand on them. Still she was in charge, from her dream.

Martin thought it was special, beautiful, but it also excited him and he had to restrain himself from taking the initiative from her. He saw how she spread her legs a little more, felt how she took his index finger and pushed it inside herself. She was really excited, warm and wet, he noticed. She took his finger back, now to her clit, and began to caress little circles on it.

Although Martin loved experiencing all that she was doing, and how her body responded to it, this was going a little too far as far as he was concerned. Very gently, he pulled his hand back slightly to her lower abdomen and began to wake her up in a whisper.

"Elly, girl of mine, come out of your dream, wake up." He gave her butterfly light kisses on her arm and on her cheek.

She looked at him dazed, blinking. "What's the matter? What happened? Why do I feel this way?"

"How do you feel?" asked Martin.

"So excited, really bizarre. I dreamed we were walking in a meadow. You started caressing my breast. We lay down in the grass, where you continued caressing my breast. You were my first boyfriend. It was the first time, I had never experienced anything like it. Unbelievable, I still feel it, like I'm still dreaming!"

Martin smiled, "Then I will take you out of the dream for a moment dear girl, and tell you what happened. In your dream, in reality, you took my hand and placed it on your breast. You made me caress yourself. I woke up from it and found out what was going on. I actually liked it, so no, don't be ashamed of it, I liked the fact that I could discover in this way what you liked. Only... I prefer to do it myself with you, that's why I decided to wake you up."

Elly looked at him with half-closed eyes: "Did I do anything else, anything from below?"

Martin nodded, "Yes, that's right, that was the moment for me when I thought I'd rather have you experience that consciously."

"How stupid! Really adolescent..." Elly, right through her embarrassment, had to laugh about it anyway. "And now we're wide awake! That doesn't help either!"

Martin realized that she meant sleeping, that they were not getting any sleep.

"No, that doesn't get us anywhere either. And frankly, I don't mind that at all. I don't think about sleep at all."

"Then what are you thinking about?" asked Elly in surprise.

"About you, I have a very, very incredible desire to caress you again. In your dream you came further than earlier in the evening. How far would you dare go now?"

Elly looked at him with wide eyes: "Now? You want to go try that now?"

Martin hummed a little and muttered, "Yes, really adolescent, but it seems great to me!"

He looked at her mischievously and hoped she would go along with it.

Elly thought it was odd, it was midnight, time to sleep, but something, probably also adolescent, woke up in her. It felt mischievous and she began to smile defiantly.

"Okay, dear fellow of mine, go ahead, I'll see how far I can hold out!"

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