As Tom and Becky sat down, they tried to make sense of the drama they had experienced. When Becky was approached in the bustling streets of the capital, she lost her concentration, and only Tom's intervention prevented her from having her purse stolen from her bag.

When Tom noticed that the man distracting Becky had an accomplice trying to take her purse, he shouted a warning and quickly approached the scene. The would-be thief and his accomplice fled empty-handed, and Becky promptly thanked Tom for his intervention.

Becky confessed that she considered herself streetwise as a long-term resident of the capital, but her mind had been elsewhere in a situation she would typically have foreseen sooner.

"I came down here to do some shopping. I was suffering from the frustrations a single girl can do sometimes, and I decided to buy myself a new vibrator and some other goodies. I'd enjoyed a vivid dream and thought I deserved a new toy to do it justice. If it hadn't been for you, I might have had to switch back to manual and been in a bad mood for at least the rest of the day," Becky explained.

Tom wasn't sure whether it was shock or her personality that had made Becky speak in the forthright manner she did, but once Becky decided to introduce herself, and Tom did likewise, he offered his perspective on the subject raised.

"I understand what you mean about those dreams, even if my options are somewhat more limited when dealing with them. There's certainly a plot for the future taking shape as we speak. I'm sure you'll agree that the situation has all of the right ingredients," Tom said, prompting loud laughter and agreement from Becky.

"Maybe you should come home with me and tell me that tale as I test my new toys?" Becky replied.

"You show me your story, and I'll show you mine," Tom answered, making Becky giggle at Tom's turn of phrase and the mischief suggested by it.

As Becky took Tom home on the train with her, she was sure that none of the reality would have made sense to most of those who knew her. It was out of character for her to behave as she was, but as she told Tom, they were adults and, as such, could decide when and if they wanted to act like one.

Becky's excited anticipation was heightened by what she instinctively felt was unnecessary to discuss. She considered herself a good judge of character, and Tom's ability to make her giggle with simple observations was something she mentioned during the journey.

"You just go with the flow, don't you? You don't assume anything or need any promises; you're just curious to see what happens. Is that reasonably accurate and fair?" Becky asked.

Tom confirmed that Becky's summary was correct. When he suggested that it was a philosophy shared by Becky, she smiled and reassured him that he was right.

Once Becky led Tom from the station to her flat, she felt that a period spent on casual chat and small talk was out of step with what had gone before.

"I'm ready for you to fire up my new stuff, and I'll start spinning my yarn. Let's get naked and celebrate thwarting the baddies," Becky said, already starting to undress and urging Tom to do likewise.

As soon as they were naked, Becky took Tom and her new vibrator into her bedroom. She explained that, in her dream, she had met a near-neighbour, and they had found themselves in her bedroom.

"I asked him to lie next to me, kiss my lips, and massage my shoulders, breasts, and nipples," Becky began.

"Hopefully, we can get those pictures clear in your head," Tom replied, turning Becky's thoughts into reality with a kiss and slow movements of his fingertips.

Becky's eagerness to begin her story didn't mean she was in any hurry once it had begun, and she was delighted that her guess about Tom being of a similar mind proved correct. What she could bring to life through Tom may have had its boundaries, but this didn't dampen her enthusiasm or excitement about what she hoped for.

Tom's touch and kisses lingered on Becky's upper body, accompanied by her contented sighs and laughter. Tom didn't need to be told to continue until advised otherwise. He understood.

Once Becky had begun to enjoy the slowly intensifying kisses on her erect nipples, her mind filled with images that pushed her story further. Tom took his cue from Becky's news that the attention had drifted down her body, and his kisses followed suit until he sensed they had travelled as far as Becky desired.

When Tom lifted his lips, his decision felt as exciting to Becky as their journey had been. Tom had accepted the challenge of bringing her fantasy to life, but the thoughtful way he approached everything aroused Becky the most.

Tom smiled as Becky took her vibrator and selected a setting she knew would match the occasion. Handing it to Tom while he knelt between her legs brought its own thrill and made Becky's pulse race with excitement.

"Thank you. I realise that sounds so fucking patronising when I hear myself say it, so I'll just stick to telling you what happened next," Becky said with a giggle that made Tom feel ready to take on his new duties once the scene had been set.

"I can see and hear everything. I'm waiting to feel the breeze of hot breath, too," Becky continued, knowing Tom would oblige before he began his new task.

Becky was concerned that asking Tom to blow gently on her gorged, pulsating wetness was almost an act of cruel teasing, but Tom's compliance was accompanied by the sound of his laughter and no negative thoughts whatsoever.

"Perfect," Becky whispered, happy to linger once more on a beautiful moment.

Tom knew the time had come to place the tip of the vibrator against Becky's eager wetness, and he did so to a sound that even made Becky laugh after she produced it.

Becky told Tom she could feel the flick of a tongue and pursed lips inside her body, and Tom responded by easing the vibrator further. She welcomed the change with a joyful cry that was music to Tom's ears.

Each time Becky's mind filled with more frames from her story, hearing herself feed it back to Tom blended perfectly with the excitement stirred by his attention.

Becky could see herself squirming and crying out in her mind as Tom slid her vibrator joyfully into her body. To her, it was Tom who was bringing her to climax, and it would always be whenever she recalled this fantasy again.

"I'm about to be sucked to heaven in my head, and you're taking me there," Becky said, letting Tom know she didn't want any more pauses in her beautiful experience.

Becky hadn't been sure how she would feel once Tom's role in bringing her fantasy to life changed, but her body told her in no uncertain terms. His commitment to making everything as special as possible wasn't just about what he did; it was about how he did it, and Becky felt more aroused by what she was experiencing than she could ever remember being before.

Once Tom's rhythmic endeavours intensified, Becky became more vocal in expressing her appreciation. Tom understood that Becky would probably limit herself to sounds to encourage his efforts, but he had no issue with this.

"One giggle for less, two for more," Tom said, prompting many more than the latter in response.

While controlling her body was something Becky felt proficient at, she was more than happy when she realised she could no longer do so. When her back arched and she let out a celebratory scream, it felt perfect, and she writhed as she pushed against the toy Tom held in his hands.

Becky wailed, moaned, screamed, and sighed as her climax took possession of her mind and body. Her release celebrated the difference between what something was and what it meant; it was noisier and more intense than she had dared to hope for.

As heroes went, Tom was an unlikely candidate in many ways, but Becky had no doubt he was deserving of the status. Her mind was in turmoil, her body was ablaze, and her heart overflowed with happiness.

Tom's desire to help Becky have a memorable experience was the only motivation he needed to work hard at keeping her erotic fires burning. They may have been unacquainted until the failed theft brought them together, but it didn't feel like a simple act of opportunism.

Becky's climax raged on, and she cherished every second of it. Her thoughts were disorganised, disjointed, and, at times, inexplicable, and she would not have changed a single one of them.

Once Tom had eased off his work with her vibrator, Becky began the thrill of enjoying the erotic waves that swam throughout her body. She did so as Tom gently kissed her lower body, a spontaneous act that Becky welcomed with a smile of total satisfaction.

Tom's willingness to continue his slow after-party on Becky's body filled her thoughts as she descended from the heights of her climax. When she suddenly felt the need to have his arms around her, they did so without needing to be asked. If others struggled to understand why simple acts like these made Becky smile most of all, they didn't know her as well as someone she'd only met a short time ago seemed to.

Becky's gradual and beautiful climb-down allowed the world beyond her climax to ease slowly back into her thoughts. When she felt ready to speak, she was euphoric; however, it didn't surprise Tom that she still found the words required.

"I'm happy, shocked, and grateful all at once. I'm not letting you have your turn with your dream now because I want that to happen on a day that's all about you. I know what that feels like now, and I'd love for you to have a similar experience. Hopefully, it will help you understand better why I'm buzzing right now," Becky said softly.

Tom accepted Becky's invitation a week after they first met. Both were delighted he did, and they spent many weekends bringing their dreams to life in the years that followed as well.