Lonely Traveller's Ecstasy and Transformation
Lying once again naked in the field - having spent your third night giving in to the ecstasy brought to you by the mysterious fog -- you find that you can barely rise to your feet. Your legs tremble as you gather up your clothing, which had been strewn across the grass. Barely able to walk, you make your way back to your room at the inn. Once inside, you collapse on the bed, still out of breath. You recall the events of tonight and the previous two nights when you were drawn to the field and to the mysterious fog that seemed to come from the dark forest at the edge of the field. You cannot explain the wind and how it was able to lift and carry you to the fog. You cannot explain why the fog moved as a living being around and inside of you. Thinking about the fog causes a swelling of your labia and you feel a little wet trickle run out of your sore, but satisfied vagina. You do know that the fog had touched you at your core. It had brought you to orgasms so great that every nerve in your body erupted, sharing in the ecstasy. Still, you feel like there is more, much more. You cannot put your finger on it, but some sort of connection has been made. It is as if something deep inside of you had been lying dormant until the fog created a spark that ignited a fire inside of you - a fire that seems to be spreading.
"Damn!" you think. You know that you cannot stay another night as you have a business meeting the next day. You shower, dress, and check out of the inn. While you pull out of the parking lot, you look at the field and forest in your rear-view mirror. You have a slight shudder as you feel a tingling charge run up and down your spine. Smiling, you watch the field disappear in the distance while you drive away. You aren't sure when you will return, but know that you will. You cannot shake the feeling of being drawn to that forest. What secret does that forest hold, and why do you feel such an eerie connection to it?
Once you return to your apartment in the city, you unpack and set about your business -- trying to put the thoughts of the fog and what happened in that field out of your mind. Several days pass and you begin to notice increasing sensations stirring deep inside of you. It is as if something is waking inside of you that you cannot control. At first you think that you are merely feeling horny and in need of sex. Since breaking up with Derek, sex has been a solo event...unless you count the encounters with the fog. You smile and wonder what Derek would say if he knew that he could never make you cum like the fog did.
You find it extremely difficult to concentrate on anything else. You hope none of your colleagues notice you squirming in your seat during meetings, or wonder why you seem to disappear into your locked office - hoping no one suspects that you have a constant need to find any sort of sexual release, all to no avail.
"What am I suppose to do, feeling this horny all the time?" You ask out loud, realizing that you just blurted that question out while sitting on a crowded bus. Looking down, you try not to see how many eyes were upon you at that moment. Thankfully, your stop is next and you hurry off the bus and head up the street toward your apartment. Safe inside, you fumble with your clothes and hurry toward your bed. Opening a drawer, you remove your favorite vibrator. Your hands cup and squeeze your breasts as you strain to lick your nipples, which seem to be perpetually erect these days. You remove your soaked panties and let the vibrations from your "friend" tease your clit while your fingers dip themselves inside and spread your slick juices all around.
Your hand begins to massage your yearning clit while you slip the vibrator deep inside of you, closing your eyes, pretending that you are with the fog again. You begin to slide the vibrating cock in and out while your fingers swirl around your throbbing clit. Your hips begin to rise and fall as the vibrator hums away, ramming itself harder and deeper into your drenched and hungry pussy. You moan as you feel the vibrations pulse deep inside your vagina, fantasizing about the fog. Then, as has happened so often since your return, your entire body stiffens. Your vagina clenches around the vibrator. Bracing for an orgasm that never comes, you hold your breath. Nothing! Why? You cannot understand. Still horny, but without relief, you take a shower and get ready for bed. Exhausted from your attempts to give yourself a needed orgasm, you quickly fall asleep.
You awaken to find yourself naked and standing next to a tree. Upon hearing giggling and women's voices, you try to hide behind a large rock. Squatting down to avoid being seen, you feel delicate fingers reach up from the ground and touch your vagina. You gasp, but do not move, as your pussy is so wet and it feels delightful. Then you hear a howling sound.... very close by. Looking around, you see shadowy figures (appearing to be female) running amongst and behind the trees. You try to scream when a hand covers your eyes and then another covers your mouth. You feel many hands grabbing your arms, legs, and torso as you feel yourself being carried somewhere. The burning inside of your continues to build with each step they take. You whimper because it feels as if you are about to explode.
The hands set you down on what feels like a flat rock. The hands uncover your eyes and mouth. All is silent. Looking over toward a cluster of trees, you see a fog begin to form. Then you see a very tall shadowy figure step out of the fog. The figure moves toward you and you feel the delicate hands on you again, this time holding your arms down and your legs apart. The figure's long arm extends and reaches down toward your gaping and wet vagina. Not knowing what to do, you clench your eyes shut and pray this is a dream. You feel a finger enter you slowly. Then it happens, as if being zapped by an electrical charge, your entire body spasms and convulses on the flat rock. Shrieking, you sit straight up.
You are back in your apartment. As dreams went, this was the most vivid you can remember. You are covered with sweat and realize that your sheets are soaking wet. Sniffing your fingers, you realize that you must have been masturbating while having that dream -judging by the way you felt and by the wet sheets, you must have had an orgasm. That figure in the fog, was it real? You cannot stop thinking about the secrets the forest holds.
As if in a trance, you quickly pack a suitcase, grab your car keys and head to the parking garage. You begin your journey back to the inn where it all began - back to the field and the dark forest. With every mile, you feel the burning grow and feel the pull toward the unknown. You enter the quiet village just as night is falling. Your heart begins to race as you frantically navigate your car through the streets leading to the inn at the edge of the village. Once you pull into the parking lot, you decide to check-in later and hurry around to the back of the building where you stop and gaze at the field. The full moon's glow illuminates the field as a shiver runs from your head to your toes.
Taking a deep breath and looking past the field to the darkened forest, you cautiously step onto the grass. With each step, you feel the heels of your shoes begin to sink into the ground. Kicking them off, you close your eyes and smile when your bare feet feel the soft dew covered grass. It is a welcoming feeling. When you are halfway across the field a breeze begins to blow. Smiling, you think you know what might happen because this breeze is all too familiar to you. You look for the fog, but it is no sign of it anywhere. The breeze seems to be directing you toward the forest. Your heart is pounding and you can no longer fight the urge to enter the forest because your insides burn for something you have yet to discover.
