Your travels have taken you to a small, quaint village in a remote province. Upon locating the inn where you would be spending the night, you smile. The online brochure did no justice in depicting the glorious splendor of this Victorian era building. You ascend the old wooden steps to your room on the second floor. When you enter, you are quite taken by the vintage furnishings, including the four-poster bed, which faces French doors leading to the balcony. Opening the doors, you step out onto the balcony and deeply breath in the fresh air. Looking out, you admire the view of the sun setting on the hills in the distance. Immediately behind the Inn, you spy an open field leading to a dark and seemingly mysterious forest. One final warm ray of setting sun dances across the field and disappears into the forest. You begin to turn back toward your room when you feel a tiny tingle run down your spine. Looking back toward the field and forest, you can see nothing but flickering shadows.
Exhausted from your trip, you wash up and change for bed. Being an unusually warm night, you decide to just wear a t-shirt. Lying in bed, you realize that sleep is not coming as quickly as you would like. You need to relax, somehow. 'I could really use a good orgasm right now. That would relax me,' you laugh to yourself. Hmmmm....you ponder, as then you begin to caress your breasts with your left hand, bringing each nipple to attention. Your right hand begins to massage your vagina by running your fingers over your silk panties. Soon, your panties are soaking wet and your pussy is aching for the touch of your fingers. Slipping off your panties, you continue to stroke yourself, delighting in the slippery slickness. Fingering your clit faster and faster while sliding a finger deep inside, your heart races and you arch your back in eager anticipation of your orgasm. You shudder and clamp your legs around your hand as you gasp for air, not wanting to cry out lest the other guests hear you. Once you have caught your breath, you pull the covers around you and drift off into a blissful slumber.
BAM BAM BAM!!! You are startled awake by the French doors blowing open and crashing against the wall. It is 3 AM. Getting up to close and latch the doors, you find yourself drawn to the balcony. 'Must be a storm brewing,' you think. The wind has really picked up. You find it an odd sort of wind. It is both cool, yet surprisingly warm at the same time. Then you notice that there isn't a cloud in the moonlit sky. The field glows in the moonlight. You are about to head back inside when you hear a distant howling. The wind? Looking past the field toward the darkened forest, you see a mysterious fog forming. Suddenly, you are struck by another forceful gust of wind. It nearly knocks you off your feet and back into your room.
You know that you should go back inside and back to sleep, but you cannot take your eyes off the fog. Something deep inside you is drawn to it. You feel an inner heat, a burning desire. WHY??? Going against all of your instincts, you run back into your room and burst out into the hallway, frantically heading for the stairs. As you near the bottom step, you remember that you are only wearing a t-shirt (and of course, never put your panties back on). At this point, the burning inside of you is so strong that nothing matters. Pulling your shirt down a little, you run out the back door and into the field - feeling the cool, dew covered grass under your bare feet. You begin to run faster and faster toward the fog when you realize that the wind seems to be pushing you toward the mysterious fog. Suddenly you stop.