Last updated on 2022-03-15 at 21:12 pm - Estimated reading time 00:04:20
She sat up suddenly on her bed, breathless, panting before discovering, through the frosted windows of her room, that a magnificent sun was illuminating the snowy peaks in the distance.
Instinctively she brought a hand to her sex. With apprehension, her fingers made their way along the soft folds of her swollen lips, almost disappointed to discover that the ring which pierced her clitoris had disappeared. Relieved, she relaxed and while her gestures became more and more insistent, her other hand, going up slowly into her oversized loose Sleep shirt, tried in its turn to relief the tension of her incredibly hardened nipples. Wrapped in the soft heat of her comforter, she calmed down and her past fears had given place to a pleasant feeling of satisfaction. Yet, the man’s orders still insinuated themselves into her mind and tormented her like a curse. Now, short of breath, heart pounding, she felt her precious sexual energy slipping through her fingers and although she was on the verge of an orgasm she wanted more than anything, it seemed to have suddenly become inaccessible to her, as if it was now running away from her. A mumble of frustration puts an end to her delicious caresses which had, however always appeased her since her adolescence then, dejected, she settled down in the fetal position as for better tightening between her legs the folds of her blankets, and to give up thus her desire, cruelly unsatisfied.
In the silence of her room, far from having calmed down, Aubrey still buzzed, as bewitched by the frenzies of her past night. Worse, whereas a fast and invigorating shower should have relieved her, it had on the contrary, only awakened dark desires which she seemed not to be able to control anymore. Also, while she took a particular care to pour some body smoothing milk on her unmarked, but nevertheless inexplicably aching buttocks, she amused herself with the reflection of the fleshy folds of her feminine shapes in the mirror of the bathroom, now that she had just shaved her sex totally bare and smooth for the very first time.
The incredible memory of the strange man was still very vivid, but although this nightmare had fortunately dissipated, it still seemed to be so real, that the rules which he had so painfully inculcated to her seemed always to repeat endlessly.
So strange was this situation, it also excited her terribly and she crossed to her suitcase in search of an outfit, she froze in front of a pair of underwear. Her small chest allowed her go without a bra, but the memory of her panties burning in the chimney cause her to grin, betraying her approval. Resigned, nothing seemed to find grace in her eyes, her choice finally carried herself on a simple hooded woolen split dress which she had packed almost by chance, fearing that the hotel was badly heated. Its long cut subtly molded her delicate curves, but although there was no doubt that this was her only garment, she felt reassured that her charms could not be brazenly revealed, not even in transparency.
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