It had been late Friday night into Saturday morning when I awoken from a dream. Falling asleep to an earlier movie, I glanced at the television to see what time it was by how far into the movie I was, only to discover it was long gone now. Shutting the television, I had decided to just shut the lights, put on some music and curl back under my covers.
Walking to my closet, I slid from my sweats and socks, and pulled a short, blue silken slip. My fingertips danced over the material as I slid them over the swell of my breasts, and wiggled, allowing it to fall to just below the bottoms of my ass.
Once finished, I had sprayed myself with the soft Jasmine scented perfume, and began to light the small candles at either sides of the room giving it that gentle, dim glow.
With a sigh, I slid back onto my bed and under the covers, stretching out with one of the most delicious stretches I could remember.
As I settled in, my eyes had closed and my mind wandered. My hands slid in long strokes against the silken material, feeling the way it caressed my nipples, teasing them with each movement. My stomach tightened and I couldn't help but moan, the very ends of that slip had brushed my already dampened lips.
With a low groan my mouth parted, tongue flicking out to moisten them and I I began to shudder as I felt a slow cold draft brush across my body, my back immediately arching.