I had recently been engaging in a bit of flirting with a classmate I had repeatedly met several places around town, mostly between classes and at a local bar/sort-of-restaurant (local establishments that serve alcohol and food need only restrict minors from entering if it is late in the evening. I look at least 23 anyway when I haven’t shaved recently). The flirting had recently escalated to the point that nearly all of it was of an extremely sexual nature, and what made it more interesting was that the balloon factory at which I was now 2nd assistant manager of something-or-other as well as head of factory tours also sold... novelty items that you wouldn’t find at the birthday party of somebody under 21. They hardly made regular balloons, as most of their balloons were the type for making balloon animals. They sold plenty of other similar things: those boom stick things people use at sporting evends that supposedly sound like thunder when you bash them together, mylar balloons the size of small weather balloons, unusually shaped balloons cast in the shape of clowns, funny animals, etc., make-your-own-balloon kits that had a mix for making a simple polymer and forms and casts for round baloons, long balloons, assorted animals, and even a superball, high-tensile balloons that could be filled to a high air pressure (though at those pressures they would be almost solid, so good luck trying to twist one into an animal shape), additional, unusually forms for the balloon kits that had more interesting –generally phallic- shapes, often made out of unlikely materials such as soft rubber... the further down the list, the less likely it was to be found in the regular catalog and the more likely it was to find it in the erotica catalog they published under a different distributor name. Hence why one need be 18 to take the tour. Fortunately, they neglected to check my age when they hired me since I was already in college, and at the time of the dream I was probably about 18 and a few months, or possibly just under 18 considering it was either mid-fall or early spring. Anyway, back to the matter at hand: I had invited her on one of the tours I was running of the factory (last one of the day), and she tended to trail behind the rest of the group and... nudge... me to answer some questions. Questions that usually had two, and occasionally three meanings. I replied in a similar manner. By the end of the tour, we were both quite horny, and I could barely stand to give the last leg of the tour: a general products list. I offered to help someone (aforementioned sexy flirting girl raised her hand probably first), and because I was nearing the end of my shift other orders could be taken at the front desk. We went back into the shelves of balloons and... paraphernalia, (literally, the shelves were 7 feet high and there were paths between most of the products) so as to take as direct a stock of which packages she wanted in what sizes, as well as to get further from the hallway, she mentioned that she wanted a couple of the “extra forms” that don’t come with the balloon-making kits, three of the 5000 pack of 3XL high-tensile long balloons, so she could get the canvas bag that came with them, and we both gave in at the same time. She reached across the bale of merchandise and around my head to pull me in for the most desperate, passionate kiss of my life, and I pulled her upper body toward me, and as our mouths, shoulders, chests pressed firmly together, I came so strongly that I woke myself up.