I was delirious with a combination of a fever, strong pain pills and cough syrup that made everything all better... Daytime TV couldn't offer anything entertaining enough to keep my focus on and I returned to my cold crisp sheets in the dark cool room. I can always count on a good book to distract me and sometimes even feed into my dreams. I love my dreams... typically lucid and therefore almost always erotic. My inner "self" is very sexual and I love to see where I'm going in the next dream.
Today was no different and HG Wells' classic story The Invisible Man kept my attention for easily an hour before I drifted off to sleep. Immediately I dropped into a vivid dream following my "self" walking along a hiking trail. I was dressed as you'd expect for an afternoon hike with cargo shorts, a white tank top and hiking boots. I'm very fit and the sun was filtered through the tree branches falling on my tan shoulders. My long lean leg muscles propelled me along the trail. I was working up a light sweat and my skin shined tanned and taunt as I moved. I could hear the river sparkling off to my right inviting me that way.
No one was on the trail as it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday. The wind was blowing through the upper limbs rattling the leaves. I found a recently felled tree looking out over the river from a niche just off the trail. I took a long drink from my water bottle and pulled out my little pipe. I love having a few hits while I'm out walking alone. My mind wanders down the most interesting and yet predictable paths. I leaned back into a bit of sunshine and had a few more hits. Of course, I started to think I heard someone coming down the path so I put away the pipe and looked down both directions.
A soft cool breeze wafted over my legs and my nipples hardened through my tank top. I can get a chill in 110 degree heat and goose bumps are very familiar to me. Luckily no one was around to notice so I just enjoyed the feeling of the breeze over my skin and thought about how hard my nipples were getting. Just then I felt something different... the cool wind had turned almost warm over my nipples. I could just imagine it was a mouth hovering over my left nipple. I could almost feel the tongue waiting to flick out and lick at it. I opened my eyes and looked up and down the trail again. The feeling of being watched was growing on me and I was frankly starting to get a bit moist at the thought of having a mouth on me right then.
I leaned back against the dead tree and just went with let my imagination run wild. No one was anywhere around. I was all alone.
The breeze cooled the sweat on my chest and arms. I raised my water bottle for another drink and the condensation dripped onto my chest, running down my cleavage. I traced the water down with my fingers and aimed the water bottle to drip onto nipple though my tank top. The breeze picked up at just the right moment and tweaked my hard nipple.
I was getting turned on and I knew I was dreaming so I thought to myself "do I want to masturbate or do I want help?" This was when I remembered the story I had just put down before going to sleep. I've always loved the idea of being invisible and what I could see and do that way. I decided to have the invisible man help me feel good.
As lucid dreaming allows, I imagined my hands moving over my D-cups and tugging my tank top up revealing my stomach. I felt his fingers circle my belly button and trace down to the waistband of my shorts. In a dream I don't have to "introduce" him. I can just have him be there in the woods with me.
I felt his breath on my stomach and then his tongue licking around my belly button as his hands moved along my sides, up under my tank top, cupping my tits. His body was between my legs as his mouth was licking and sucking on my stomach. I looked down but could see no one as I felt his hands pushing my tank top up and over my tits. My shirt and bra were gone with a thought and his mouth sucking on my nipples.
