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Caroline became aware of several things. She was aware she
was completely naked, but not why. She was aware of a thick band of leather around
her neck, nestling snugly against her throat. It didn’t
occur to her to mind the collar, in fact, she thought it felt rather, well,
exciting. She was aware she was not alone, and she realized that the man with
her wasn't Sam. Still no sense of alarm filtered
through to disturb her foggy thoughts.
One pertinent fact eluded her -- who was this man? She could not seem to see
his face or hear his voice clearly, but she was able to gather some
impressions. His voice, while difficult to identify, was rich, measured and
commanding. Something in that voice
made her happy with whatever was happening, and that included her current
nudity.
The man's skin was neither light nor dark, nor black nor white but rather a
color midway between bronze and gold, and it seemed illuminated from
within. It gave Caroline the feeling
that she was in the presence of some semi-divine creature. That the creature
was as naked as she dawned on her only gradually. A feeling like butterflies
fluttering inside her began in Caroline's belly, and soon spread further
down. The feeling did not disturb her, quite the opposite in fact.
The Man was well groomed; a fact Caroline was able to tell from the manicured
state and smooth feel of his hand, a hand that was currently moving slowly
down her back. She recognized she was on all fours and somehow unable, or
unwilling, to change position. She felt herself moving slightly as a cat
might move when petted.
Then the hand reached her ass. Caroline let out a small gasp
and the butterflies intensified their fluttering as a second beautiful hand
joined the first. Caroline felt herself urged, gently but firmly, to lower
her shoulders to the floor and to rest her cheek on the surface, her dark
brown hair spilled in a halo around her.
Then she felt something new. Her eyes widened and her mouth gapped as the
head of the man's cock moved across the meeting of her butt cheeks and
beneath
them. The well-kept hands took a firm hold on Caroline's hips. There was a
moment that Caroline instinctively knew meant the man had pulled his hips
back for the inevitable thrust forward. She held her breath and could feel
herself straining backwards with her hips.
"Now, right now!" was her
only thought.
Caroline surveyed the darkened room with a sense of disorientation. Gone was
the mysterious and elusive man. She was no longer naked but dressed in a
rather rumpled nightdress. Next to her lay Sam, sprawled on his side, smiling
in his sleep.
Caroline lay in the dark for a moment breathing slowly.
Her body was drenched in perspiration, and there was a deep, almost painful
yearning that started between her legs and spread out. She could still
remember the touch of the man from her dream, the way his hands had felt so
smooth against her naked skin. This memory mixed with disappointment that it
had only been a dream. The room felt small and stifling. Caroline felt
constricted by the now very moist pair of panties that were clinging to her
pussy
Almost mechanically, Caroline sat up. Sam stirred a little
but didn't wake. Looking down her nightdress and
panties, Caroline rolled over in the bed and wound herself around her
husband.
Sliding a hand down between his legs, she eased his shorts down and began to
help his cock stiffen. She was surprised to hear him murmur, "Good
girl." His eyes slowly
opened and she kissed him. His arms enfolded her and pulled her closer to
him.
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