This was one of those times when Hazel absolutely knew that she was alone at home. Ted was away for a conference or something, so he wouldn't suddenly burst in on her. Truth was, he never came back before 11 anyway. He was always busy at work, and when he wasn't he had all that entertaining to do. She hated the fake socialising that he seemed to revel in, so she never joined it.
That was the only reason why she was naked in the bedroom tonight. It had to be. She wouldn't be naked now otherwise. Hazel looked at her image in the floor length mirror. She looked as she always did -- on the skinny side, with smallish breasts and none-too-pronounced hips. She was very much the envy of many of her more well-rounded friends, but she didn't know what the fuss was all about -- as far as she was concerned, she was happy with the way she was, apart from the fact that her large eyes and small face made her look elf-like (and drew the unwanted attention of the guys). As she looked in the mirror, she couldn't see what it was that made the guys go wild.
She stepped back a bit so she could look at her reflection more completely, and felt the bedknob brush against her buttocks. That damned Ted insisted on this whimsical bed... she would have preferred a simple one, but no, he had to have this one with its four bedposts, each topped by a rounded knob. It wasn't strictly a four-poster bed, in the sense that the bedposts were no taller than her legs were long, and she disliked it for the way that it was neither here nor there -- she had bumped into the legs often enough to wish that she had spoken up more when he insisted on getting this one.
Oh well. She realised that she still couldn't see her full reflection in the mirror. She couldn't remember why it was important that she see herself completely, but it didn't matter anyway. Somehow, for whatever reason she might have had, she had to. Hazel moved back a step more, raising her left leg onto the bed to do so. Looking in the mirror, she suddenly realised that this position left her demure pussy with its small tuft of wispy hair poised just over the bedknob. In fact, she saw "it" more clearly now than she had ever done before. Strange... she thought she should be disgusted at her own wanton display of her private parts, yet she was curiously detached. It was like she was watching a movie about herself looking at herself in the mirror. It surprised her most that it didn't seem weird or out of place to her.
Yet her next move surprised her even more. As she looked at her own naked pussy in the mirror, she saw her image lowering herself down onto the knob. She felt the cold, rounded metal pressing against her vulva at the same time. What... what am I..? She thought. But in spite of her doubts, she found herself pressing down on the bedknob further, feeling her labia being thrust apart. That... it's disgusting, she thought. But it's also... familiar...
She looked at the face of her image in the mirror and was amazed to see the look of sheer lust reflected in her eyes. What the..? That's not me! she thought, even as she felt her legs betray her. Her weight was being brought to bear on the bedknob at the entrance to her vagina, and although she was slight, she was not immune to the effects of gravity. Groaning, she felt her insides begin to stretch around the knob, yawning to swallow the entire thing into her body.
"No!" she managed to cry out, and sat up. It was a dream. It was only a dream, she told herself. Nothing more. Yet she felt a little... stretched down there. Just like she had in the afternoon when something... had also entered her. Hazel shivered at the memory. The sensation of the bedknob entering her vagina was exactly like that she had felt at the beach. And her pussy was just as wet, if not more so, now... after that realistic dream.
