Hi everyone. I thought I'd have a little fun with writing a seasonal story. Happy Halloween!
Anna
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I was awoken by a touch. A soft caress just below my right breast. It was still dark, although I had no idea what time it was. The touch wasn't unpleasant, but it was surprising, in that I had definitely gone to bed alone.
I was spending a long weekend at my friend Lizzie's new house, a seven bedroom country pile she had inherited from her grandparents and, as far as I knew, this wasn't Lizzie in bed with me. There was nobody else in the house as far as I was aware. I started to get a little scared. I turned slightly towards whoever it was.
I croaked out, "Who... what... are you doing?"
The stroke immediately disappeared. I reached over and tried to touch whoever it was. There was nobody there.
Surely I had been dreaming?
I reached for the switch on the bedside light, fumbling a little in this unfamiliar room. Eventually the light came on and it took a while for my dark adapted eyes to adjust. My heart rate was a little high from a combination of shock, fear and, I have to admit in hindsight, a lingering thrill from the erotic touch that had woken me.
There was nobody there. In the bed or anywhere in the room. I slid out from under the covers, walking naked around the large bedroom, checking cupboards and corners. The door was closed. I walked back over to the large four-poster bed and took one last look around the room before sliding back into bed and switching the light off.
I lay there, the very soft light from the moon filtered through the curtains illuminating a strip of the bed. The touch had left me a little aroused. I pushed the covers down and slid my right hand down between my legs, stroking my clit gently. I knew that an orgasm would help me get back to sleep and I could feel my need rising. I now sort of regretted that the touch hadn't been real and that I hadn't just gone with it in my half-sleep dream state and allowed it to help me.
I moaned softly as my fingers played. In mimic of the ghostly touch I stroked a finger from my left hand just under my right breast. At that moment I imagined that there was someone sucking on my nipple. It felt so real. I could feel teeth grazing me. I opened my eyes to find that I could see a young woman in the half ghostly light from the moon, laying next to me, sucking gently on me. I could see her long, golden curls tied back behind her head.
There was that mixture of those feelings again. A little fear, a little confusion and a lot of being incredibly turned on.
Perhaps I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming again? If so it was a wonderful dream, if not it was something beyond my understanding.
I managed to croak out, "Who..."
She stopped her sucking and looked up at me. She had almond eyes that were clearly visible, a beautiful face with perfect, oxbow lips. She looked to be in her twenties, at a guess.
She smiled and I heard her whisper, "Shh."
I realised that my fingers had stopped moving but that my clit was still being stroked. Whoever this was had now taken over and her touch was delicious. I gave myself over to her ministrations. I felt the gentle suck of her on my nipple, her fingers on my clit stroking in an almost ethereal, heavenly way. I could feel my wetness increase, dripping down and spreading out.
She slid down, kissing her way down over my tummy and I watched in lust and desire as her mouth enclosed me. I felt her tongue on my clit, her fingers sliding inside me. I wanted to return the delicious favour she was doing me but was lost in the moment of her seduction. I felt the start of my orgasm inside me, in my core. I felt her free hand slide up over my breast and stroke me with her pale fingers.
I cried out, reaching for the orgasm that was tantalisingly there, but she was a true mistress of control. She kept me on that edge for an eternity, in delicious agony. When I could take it no more she sensed it and sucked more greedily, her tongue moving more rapidly over my engorged clit and that was all I needed. It ripped through me like no self induced orgasm I'd ever had. It filled me. It seemed my body was suffused with it. My brain seemed to shut down and I was in a wonderful limbo of lasting pleasure. I felt her release me, her fingers no longer in me, her tongue no longer touching, her lips gone. The stroking on my breast ceased.
I slowly came around and looked down. I wanted her to lay down and to give her as much pleasure as she had given me but...
She wasn't there.
Shocked, I looked around. She was nowhere to be seen. I pulled myself up, the after effects of my explosive orgasm making me slightly light headed.
What had happened? I thought back. Perhaps I
had
dreamed it and I'd just had an orgasm while in my dream. The physical evidence of it was there. The slight damp spot on the sheets, the increased wetness in my pussy. I tentatively stroked a finger around my entrance and brought it up to my nose and lips, smelling and tasting my familiar, post orgasmic scent and taste.
After that I managed to fall into a blissful, restful sleep. I awoke the next morning feeling energised and refreshed. I thought back to my odd dream, looking at the now dry spot between where my legs had been.
