Warmth. The sweet smell of the summer air. I stepped with my bare feet onto the rolling, grassy plain. The soft green grass tickled my toes. The warm wind passed across the field, creating ripples in the taller grasses which danced under the rich blue sky. Large puffy white clouds passed by overhead but never dared to encroach on such a beautiful day by passing in front of the sun. I saw two birds flutter past as another gentle breeze blew across the plain.
I was wearing a simple lime-green soft cotton dress, the most comfortable dress you could imagine. The top was sleeveless and form-fitting without feeling restrictive, while the lightweight skirt hung down past my knees and wafted around my legs from the breeze. I curled my toes, gripping the soft grass to enjoy its texture before finally sitting down in the field. A butterfly flittered in front of me and came to rest on my knee for just a moment before moving off to find a real flower.
I sat in the field for what seemed like hours, listening to the birds sing in a nearby grove of trees, breathing the sweet scent of wildflowers, watching a few busy bees making their rounds among the clovers.
It almost startled me when a cool breeze, almost unpleasant, passed across the field. I shivered for a moment, but soon the warmth seemed to return. I lay down on my back in the grass, looking up at the sky, watching as another cloud, shaped somewhat like one of those busy bees, passed by overhead.
Then, I felt the touch of fingers against my left calf. I lifted myself up onto my hands with a start and looked down. No one was there. Then I felt it again. This time the fingers were touching me in the curve of my waist. I looked closely and saw a faint blue glimmer. The glimmer moved around my waist and across my stomach, gently stroking, and then returned again to my waist. It was a soft touch, and the soft cotton of my dress, through which I was being touched, seemed to only make it softer. As I watched the glimmer I saw that it appeared to be a hand with fingers, attached to an arm that seemed to trail off into nowhere. The ghostly hand passed across my belly again, then traced down around the front of my thigh to my knee... then back up again across my belly. The touch was very pleasant, and for some reason I didn't feel disturbed or bothered that I was being caressed by a translucent, bodiless hand which didn't seem to even move my skirt as it stroked across it.
I continued to watch the hand as it reached up and took my shoulder, then stroked down my arm slowly and tenderly, continuing as it reached my hand, tracing each of my five fingers with its own. It reached around and touched me on my waist, on my right side this time, and then I felt a second touching my right thigh. I saw that second hand began to move up and down my thigh between my knee and my hip, while the first hand caressed my stomach. I cooed with delight as the hands continued their caress and the gentle heat of the sun and the sweet smell of purple clovers surrounded me, filling every one of my senses with pleasure. I laid down on my back again, smiling blissfully.
I felt the hand on my leg move to the inside of my right thigh. It was strange, as it moved upward from my knee, that I didn't feel my skirt lift away from my legs. I raised my head, then propped myself up on my hands again to get a better look, not in concern but in curiosity. I saw the arm and part of the hand actually passing through my dress! I watched in awe as the hand moved up and down my thigh slowly, occasionally squeezing and massaging, while its counterpart gently traveled across my tummy. It felt just as soft as the one touching me though the outside of my dress, and I realized that it wasn't the cotton making the fingers feel soft. The hand on my leg switched sides, and began to caress my left thigh again, still through my skirt, moving farther and father up with every motion. I gasped just slightly as the ghostly fingers moved within inches of my sex. I wanted them to keep going. I parted my legs just enough to make room for the hand to continue climbing higher, wondering only for a moment if it would understand the message. And then, I felt the fingers moving up my thigh again. I shivered with electricity as what felt like two of those fingers stroked slowly and tenderly up my outer lips and across my mound as the hand traveled to my tummy.
I sighed in pleasure and laid back again, aching for another soft touch between my legs. But none came. Instead, I felt both hands now caressing my tummy, working upwards. They traced around the outside of my small breasts, starting in the center and working their ways out, then circling back up my upper chest and then down through the valley of my cleavage. The fingers then spread and moved across the surface of my breasts, tenderly passing across my erect nipples.
I felt a new sensation. It felt like a kiss against my left breast. Soft, tender, and just a bit moist. Just as with the touch of the hands, it passed through the cotton to my skin beneath. Then another came. A third was placed directly on my nipple, then the wetness of an unseen tongue began to circle it slowly. I gasped and moaned, pressing my legs together as the tongue danced with my nipple, joined by a pair of invisible lips every few seconds. One of the hands was still fondling my right breast, while the second I now felt stroking through my long hair. I arched my back, pressing my nipple into the mouth that wasn't there which suckled at me hungrily.
The mouth moved away. I thought I could see the soft blue shape of lips float by before I felt them descending on my right breast. It did not land on my nipple straight away, bit kissed around my breast in a wide circle which tightened slowly towards the center. I could no longer see the hand which had been on my right breast, but the hand which had been stroking my hair so gently now moved to my left where it began to caress and massage. I gasped as the mouth finally took in my nipple, the lips grasping it, sucking, the tongue flicking the tender tip before swirling around it.
