Victoria Dream

Victoria Dream 1

. Sometimes the lines between reality and imagination are so thin they can be crossed Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her eyes.
She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked.
One arm shot across her chest covering her tits while the other arm darted between her legs hiding the curly patch of hair she kept trimmed.
St ill in a semi-confused state of mind she looked around nothing, virtually nothing.
Every direction she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only thing other that darkness was a single light shining down causing a circular shape on the floor.
“Why there?” she wondered stretching her head forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the area, “What makes that spot so special?” Her curiosity finally getting the better of her, Victoria slid across to the edge of the chair and started to stand up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the chair in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached hand could cover as much of the crack of her ass as possible.
Keeping her knees together, she slid her purple “Purple shoes?” she thought, and,looking at the shoes, she noticed, except for the colour, they resembled Dorothy's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight heel.
“I don't own purple shoes”.
She continued her shuffled walk toward the lighted floor area until, an estimated five feet away, she could read the words 'STAND HERE' stated within the circle of light.
“Yeah, right,”,Victoria said to no one in particular, “here I am, basic birthday suit, well, plus shoes, and I'm going into the spotlight? I don't think so.
” Victoria muddled an about face planning to return to the armchair but couldn't see it.
Assuming it wasn't visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this time away from the light.
After several minutes she thought, “Odd, I didn't think I travelled this far before.
” She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the circle of light focused on the 'STAND HERE' words.
She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words.
“Fine,” she conceded stepping into the light, “Anything else?”.
It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'.
The sound resonated through her mind, through the (room?), through her body and she felt it.
Unknowingly, her arms started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her whole body started to sway to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music.
With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew.
No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the restrictions of clothing.
Her movements helped with the uncaring display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to hide and hid nothing.
Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.
She threw herself to the floor, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper body back causing her hips to rise, supported by her knees, felt the parting of her ass cheeks knowing this would cause her vagina to slowly open in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching.
She didn't care.
She was free, free of shame, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to revel in her opportunity to express herself with the most stimulated release of passion and emotion.
She jumped to her feet, pulled her arms out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her chest like a sprinter crossing a finish line, enjoying the way her tits shock and bounced in reaction to her movements.
Her arms came back to her body, this time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her tits.
She relished the feeling of her hands on her body and the feeling they created between her legs as they slowly and tenderly glide down her body toward impending gratification.
The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart rate and urgency for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of blood flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily.
She had to focus the determination of her will power over her body to repel the effects of exhaustion creeping into the physique of her movements.
One hand reached the start of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it's way toward it's ultimate goal, the other hand reversed direction to resume massaging her breast and playing with the already hardened nipples.
With the one hand reaching the start of her cleft of pleasure the other hand pulled an exposed nipple and squeezed hard.
Letting out a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain, Victoria slid two fingers inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would have the most affect while the other hand tried to reproduce the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her other nipple.
Her fingers worked her joy spot hard and combined with the nipple punishment sensations Victoria felt herself reaching the point of no return when,,,,, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her alarm go off.
“You couldn't have waited another minute or two?” she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off, “Fine, I'll do it myself” she stated hoping to release her need in, and with, the shower.
She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual dampness of her night dress, went to slip her feet into her slippers which had suddenly become purple, shiny, bow decorated shoes.
The End.

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