18-year-old Josh prepared for bed with a little trepidation. Would tonight be the same? he thought. For the last week or so his sleep had been interrupted by the strangest dreams. Usually he had no recollection of his dreams come morning but these had stuck with him. Not quite nightmare, not quite wet-dream but an odd combination of both. Fear and desire mixed into one emotion like the shivery feeling you get when a lover runs an ice-cube down your spine, shocking yet pleasurable.
The dreams had basically been the same, a nebulous figure indistinct like a distant shape in the fog but close enough to be heard as she whispered "soon, soon I will come to you". He shuddered as he recalled the words so full of passion but ominous all the same. As he lay on the pure white linen sheets of his king sized four poster bed he was aware of the fact that while he had goose-bumps running over his body he also was in a state of semi-arousal. Would tonight be the night he saw the figure that matched the sensuous voice or would the message be the same, full of promise yet mixed with unknown threat. These were the thoughts that ran through Josh's mind as he drifted off to sleep.
Waking with a start, Josh sat upright and gazed about his spacious loft apartment. Was that a voice he heard calling his name? His eyes darted about he large room, illuminated by the light of the newly risen full moon streaming in the French doors which led to the balcony. Was anyone there in the shadows of the corners? He felt like a child again when the night was full of ghosts and wraiths lingering in the corners of your vision. Delicious terror lurking in the shadows of a bedroom, when fairy tales were real and there were monsters lying in wait under the bed.
Shrugging off these feelings Josh almost laughed out loud. Jeez he thought, I have to calm down. He rose from his bed and padded naked to the French doors, his lean athletic body moved easily across the rich hardwood floors. Opening one door he gazed out over the sleeping city, the moonlight shining down on his frame, accentuating the muscles of his abdomen and his nicely toned arms and legs. His cock swung loosely between his thighs, nestled between the hanging orbs of his balls.
A trick of the light made the circumcised head seem to shine and he reached down to fondle himself. He lazily stroked himself as he thought of the mysterious voice, so silky, alluring, tantalizing yet full of hidden danger. His proud 7 inch dick grew in his hand as he slowly rubbed up and down the veiny shaft. The bulbous head swelled under his ministrations as echoes of the voice filled his mind.
Suddenly snapping out of his reverie he realized where he was. Damn, he thought, people will think I am some kind of perv jerking off in front of an open door. Shutting the door he returned to his bed and slid onto the cool sheets, his dick still hard and pulsing. Thinking that he might as well finish the job since he was "up" he rolled towards the night-stand to fetch the tube of lube. However as he rolled he was surprised to see that the door which he thought he had closed now stood open, a gentle breeze wafting through it bringing a trace of fog into the room.
I am really starting to lose it Josh thought as he began to rise from the bed only to be frozen into place by the voice. "Stop" the sultry voice commanded and Josh felt a ripple of fear course through his veins. His eyes raced around the room until they fell upon a figure who was now standing in the previously unoccupied doorway. A tall, slender, yet voluptuous woman stood there silhouetted in the streaming moonlight. Her dress was a long gauzy black material that did little to conceal the lithe figure under it. With the moonlight shining through Josh could see the long muscular legs that led up to the junction of her toned thighs. It was very obvious that there were no panties concealing that juncture and he thought he could see a trace of her lips in the moonlight.
As she turned to shut the door he could see the profile of her magnificent breasts, sitting high on her chest without any trace of sag. The large aureolas were prominently evident as were the nipples themselves which seemed as if they would burst through the thin fabric at a moments notice. As his gaze continued upward she turned back into the room. He followed a long willowy neck up to an angular face. Her shoulder length jet black hair framed an unnaturally pale face which in contrast to the depth of color of her hair was strikingly beautiful, the skin so light it was almost translucent. Adding to the contrast were a pair of full pouty lips, deep red in color but naturally so it seemed. The tip of an equally red tongue protruded slightly from those smiling luscious lips. Her eyes were the most riveting feature of all, black as the bottom of a well on a moonless night but with tiny motes in the core which seemed to dance about. They were set rather deep into her face and framed with extraordinary long thick lashes below razor thin eyebrows the same jet black of her hair.