With a unnerved sigh, flinging what felt like nothing but a damp piece of sticky silk from her skin she stretched, moaned and flopped trying unsuccessfully to get cool in the uncompromisable humidity of the house.
Summer just starting it was already hot! The sun enough to broil you alive during the day and the humidity enough to make you wish you could run around naked through the night. "Mother nature has a cruel sense of humor." She sighed finally flopping up and climbing out of the canopy bed, making sure to keep the mosquito net closed so none of the blood sucking vermin found their way in if she decided to try to come back for sleep.
Flipping her waist length hair back behind her Terin slipped into her light silk robe and out into the expansive hallway of the great plantation home she'd rented for the summer, a place to reflect, to get away, and to be alone. What she hadn't remembered about the climate is the summer can be downright unbearable in the South.
Walking along the cool, dark wood floor to the grand staircase she was able to see the curving marble clear down to the main floor, the moon lighting the way she descended slowly smiling to herself, "A girl could feel like a Princess she stays here too long." Reaching the landing she suddenly stopped in her tracks, feeling as though she was not alone she turned quickly to only see the peaceful columns of the front porch creating shadows on the foyer wall, "Or feel like a lunatic" she muttered to herself shaking her head at how easily she spooked herself.
Moving on into the Parlor she smiled as the quietness of the surrounding swamp lands brought peace and harmony to her, after all this was her home. Relatively speaking, the area was, but this house one she'd seen many times while growing up on her family's farm down at the far end of the long county road. She'd always been mystified by this house, and when she'd come home to visit her parents they'd mentioned the old house being up for rent for the summer, she jumped on the chance.
As she moved along the plush thick curtain's adorning the huge windows off the ballroom, deep warm and flowing colors against the stark white of the room, the century old dance floor still in perfect condition after all these years. She was just about to round her way into the main kitchen when she felt a sudden, cool breeze billow through her robe. Wondering if she'd left a window open in the sewing/music room she glanced in to check, but seeing the windows locked up tight she shrugged it off and went on about her way to find a snack.
Thankful for the fact the house though almost perfect to its original state still provided the simplicities of electricity, and appliances. Opening the fridge she blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the inner light, finally seeing the sweet tea she'd made earlier she opted for the coolness of it over something weighing on her like food. Leaving the fridge open to see to the cupboard for a glass, she poured the tea, put the container back and popped the door closed with her barefoot.
She wondered if the air outside was any cooler than inside the house, walking out onto one of the veranda's she found it cooler but still humidity ridden, pulling her hair now damp from the humidity off the back of her neck she leaned on the railing and looked out into the old tobacco field that now was now nothing but weeds and she was sure of unsavory creatures.
Behind her inside the home, eyes watched. Behind marble columns void from light of the room so no shadow could be formed watching the girl, she was new to the house. Unsure of where she'd come from, but curious ever the same. Creeping closer to the windows risking exposure the figure could see easily the form of the girl; this was no "girl", but a woman. A woman alone, more curious than ever, stopping almost transfixed studying her. The soft white robe of silk tied about her body, long thick hair flowing down her back. Being able to see the outlining of her breasts through the thin fabric, her nipples slightly hardened from the contrast of the humidity to the breeze about her.
She was neither tall nor short, a plain complexion but the moon shone brightly upon her features illuminating and captivating all the same. A long lone hunger began to form within, envisioning her supple body twisting in sheets of silk, hair flowing, bending and arching to the will of passion...
Feeling eyes boring into her, she was sure of it, Terin spun around searching the inside room through the windows. Again seeing nothing she sighed not scared, but not settled either. Scanning to see if maybe a critter had gotten in anything to lead her to see what she was feeling and why, shrugging it off she polished off her tea and wandered back inside making sure the door was secured tightly behind her. Walking back into the kitchen, rinsing her glass and placing it into the basin to wash in the morning she turned and headed back up to bed to try again to get some sleep.
Waiting, what seemed like hours the figure slowly began to move towards the girl's room. Sure she was asleep by now, moving easily through the door soundlessly and moving closer to the bed to see if in fact she was sleeping.
Tossing and turning, naked on the silk bedding, her body even more glorious than before, moving closer being careful not to waken this beauty, but needing to see her closer, to be closer it being so long since a woman of lust had come into the house, fearing it'd never happen again. Slowly eyes closing capturing her in a vision, her body exposed, free to touch and savor slowly.
Meanwhile Terin was in dream land, an exquisite dream of someone touching her, caressing her slowly. Bringing fire to her depth's making her yearn and ache for more. Moaning what she thought was only in her dream, feeling the fire expanding as she opened herself to the pleasure being evoked through her body, so long it'd been she'd been touched and never like this, even if it were only a dream she knew she needed more of where this touch was coming from.
So close almost breathing upon her, careful not to fully touch her. Eyes still closed stroking, caressing and so slowly lowering to taste her flesh.
Wanting to cry out in frustration and need, remaining silent concentrating only on her pleasure, kissing, stroking, licking and moving lower still ready to scream out as her gorgeous legs parted in their sleeping rapture seeing the evidence of her pure arousal upon her sex, it parting as her legs spread showing it's wetness, seeing her throbbing essence of need, her body's muscle's flexing in the pleasure dance that showed her partner that she wanted all of what was offered.
Leaning in closer, a soft cold breeze with each movement making her squirm and gasp in her sleep, yet continue to arch and twist her elegant body trembling with pleasure and expectancy as she felt warmth evading her opening, licking and sucking along her folds, delving deeper to the bud of her desire and need, enveloping it slowly between thick succulent lips, soft and yet demanding wanting the juice's she offered, to taste and coax her to ultimate bliss.
Deep in her dream Terin was begging for the release offered from this touch, unknowing who or what but knowing it too good to pass up, arching and pressing closer, all her noises and pleas she believed to only be in her dream rang out through the stillness of darkness. Trembling uncontrollably till at last her release was granted, swearing she could hear a long lingering needful moan in her dream as she lost final control. Her body spasmed, screamed and bucked as she orgasmed, unrelentless sucking pushing and driving her further, drinking her, needing her life source. She had barely began to come down from her euphoria when suddenly she woke up, sitting straight up in bed, panting, sticky, wet and still alone.
Shaking and not from her bliss she didn't understand what was happening, how could something she dreamed be so real? She touched her skin, still tingling from the sensations, traveling and finding her center wet, throbbing and still soaked with her juices. She looked around the room, even getting up and turning on the light. Rushing through the house to find nothing out of place or out of the ordinary, she gave up and went back to bed. Lying back down, she fell instantly back to sleep. Dreamless till morning she woke up refreshed and ready to tackle the day.
Having showered, dressed and had her coffee, Terin sat and waited for the moving truck to show up and deliver her items from her home to get her through the summer. As each day passed she thought more and more how she wished to stay here, the house so gorgeous so filled with the past. Her mind drifted back to the night's dream, causing her body to tremble unlike it ever had at the thought of a lover touching her as the one in her dream had, she shrugged it off quickly when she heard a truck outside and a couple honks alerting the moving crew was there right on time.
For the next few hours two guys unloaded and moved her belongings into the mansion, thankfully the humidity hadn't set in yet and they even with her help were able to get everything inside in time for her to shut up the house for the day to try to conserve what was left of the cool air inside. Watching again from behind marble columns the figure saw men come and go then finally leave, leaving her to the boxes on her own. Thankful no one else was moving in, closing eyes again remembering the night before and her reactions.
A moan escaping before it could be caught remembering her body twisting and rivaling for the touch.
Stopping swearing she heard a noise, "Sounded like a moan". She thought to herself. Almost just like the one she heard in her dream the night before. Looking around seeing nothing, but suddenly feeling a cool breeze settle in on her. Not afraid only curious she swore she could sense someone or something there, but couldn't see anything to justify what she was feeling.
"Is someone there?" She asked softly. Again the breeze billowed around her, before dissipating, then gone.
Frustrated, she'd heard of haunted houses, and even old plantation houses being this way but she wasn't given cause to think this particular one was, and even if it was. Whatever was there hadn't tried to harm her. Shrugging it off she got back to work and in no time had the home feeling a little homier.
