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  Dreamer
The moon was full and white just above the trees beside the lake. The light was bright, almost as bright as a cloudy day slightly dimming the stars nearest the moon. The wind was blowing though not hard, just fitful puffs in a slow breeze. The air was slightly cool, just cooler than the water and when the wind didn't blow across the lake, small streamers of fog rose from scattered points along the the mirror smooth surface. The night was still and quite, what sounds there were carried, some insects, night birds and in the distance an occassional car passing along the road.The woman walked to the edge of the lake, the wind stirring her long dark hair as she moved, lifting it slightly in ripples. Her body glowed whitely in the moonlight almost like the surface of the moon, the darkness of her hair mirroring the shadows of the craters spoiled only by the points of pale colour on the slopes of her breasts. She was nude as the day she came into the world, her shoes and clothes a neat pile several feet behind her. Stopping by the bank, she began breathing slowly and deeply looking out across the lake, then up to the moon as the wind gently passed over her body. Slowly she raised her arms to the light in the sky, thumbs and fore fingers touching as if in some ancient sign to the night. Tall, pale and slender as some night blooming flower she stood there then stretched up on her toes, arching her back, feeling the breeze as it passed over her body in a soft caress. Still keeping her arms raised and together, she turned back to the lake and flexed her knees. Taking a deeper breath, she bowed toward the water then pushed off, soaring over the still surface before cutting it cleanly and disappearing from sight with hardly a ripple to show of her passage. Down and out she went, deeper and further from the shore behind into an eriee still quite that grew darker as she went. Her momentum carried her out into the lake, her head down, arms pointed before her, toes pointed behind. The water was warmer than the air and rushed over her moving body like the caress of a lover. Sliding over her breasts, aureoles and nipples, pressing them against her and moving like the hands of a lover, making the points harden creating even more intimate sensations. It slid down along her ribs and across her belly and hips tugging at the hair there tenatavily before moving over her thighs and calves. The water streamered her long black hair down her back touching her there like ghostly fingers. Where the hair was caught before her shoulders tickled the sides of her breasts like butterfly wings in the water's flow. As the current swept down her back it ran over the milky hills of her bottom, then further down in an eddy tickling the nether lips hidden there. The pressure of the water grew as her speed lessened and she could still see the shapes of the occassional rock and sandy bottom of the lake just below her close enough to touch. Kicking gently she rolled over and looked up at the underside of the surface of the lake twelve feet above her. The moon made it seem like a glass wall with a light off to one side as she flew on beneath it. When her speed dropped to almost nothing, she began to slowly kick her legs in small arcs and brought her arms down to her sides with a strong pull. Then she ran her finger tips across her lips then throat before taking them lower. The flow of the water over her thighs moved like slowly pulled silk, and tickled her at their base like a lover's breath before a kiss to those secret lips. She looked up but didn't see the surface of the lake, but in her mind's eye, a lover slowly caressing her with his lips and fingers as she glided along. One hand stayed at her lips and throat, tracing the contours there. The other moved down to her collar bones, following them back and forth briefly before moving on. She was beginning to rise ever so slightly as her finger tips found the roundness of her breast. They were pressed flater against her, molded as if she was sixteen again, the water's passage heightening the sensation over the entire surface. In her mind her fantasy lover's fingers then lips traced a tingling arc spiraling inward till they reached her nipple. It was already hard, sensatized when her finger tips brushed it. Lightly stroked then brushed over the distending projection, each finger tugging the nipple over against the aureole then letting it spring back erect for the next. Her lips parted slightly and some bubbles passed between them, upward toward the surface as her tongue met fingers lingering there in a caress then ran along the rim of her lips as that hand too stole downward. Her hand did not linger anywhere on it's downward path, following the line of her jaw, then the hollow of her throat before spreading out flat. This hand too moved over a breast, but the hand remained flat, each finger passing over the nipple there bringing a sharp sensation of pleasure until it cupped the mound of flesh. Slowly it squeezed gently, lifting slightly and rolling it before the thumb and forefinger pressed the hard, erect flesh between them. Contract, pull, then release feeling the skin slide back between her fingers before the next cycle. As this happened, she made a small sound deep in her throat as she arched her body up. The caressing fingertips of the other hand tarried only a moment before moving lower once the other breast was touched. Lower over the plain of her chest and the concavity of her belly, veering from navel to the hollow of hip. Caressing down from there into the dark forest of hair that rose with her pubic mound. Finger tips pressing down, nails pushing the thick hairs aside as they climbed the mound then disappeared over it's rim. Her thighs opened wide now, barely moving in the water, pulling open her outer lips slightly. The exploring fingers parted the wisps of hair there, opening the lips even further, pressing them back to the base of the thighs. Surges of water moved over the exposed flesh and she imagined the caressing finger tips of her lover seeking with infinite patience and knowledge of that which she most desired. Her tongue followed a course over her lips, eyes now closed as the sensations of her fingers flowed from her body into the deepest portions of her mind. The middle finger lowered until it contacted her intimate flesh, tracing her inner lips till it came to her erect center of pleasure. Here it caressed and stroked quickly, lightly and she moaned deep in her throat. Blood gorged the lips there and the bit of flesh she touched until the sensation was almost unbearable. Kicking slowly she rose toward the surface exhaling in a long moaning sigh, bubbles floating around her before taking another breath and heading back down, her fingers never leaving that vital spot. Her insides felt warm and liquid, as the pleasure wound its way up inside of her from mound to her spine then upwards. She pressed her finger against her flesh firmly then brought the rest of them together and slid them slowly inside, filling herself. While this happened her other fingers franticly began touching her nipples, one then the other. Her finger tips tracing over each breast and the sensation of her smooth forearm sliding across the swell of her breast as her fingers moved rocked her to her core. Her air was begoming short, but it almost didn't matter as her right hand gripped herself between working thighs propelling her to the bottom. Moving quickly, but only slightly she curled her fingers, deeply inside herself, pressing the lips firmly against her arch with the ball of her hand. They moved only as far as a knuckle's width, in and out, rubbing the arch from the inside. Squeezing her entrance and the bit of flesh that was the source of her pleasure, rocking it back and forth against hand and arch. The heel of her hand pressing firmly into her pubic hair as her thighs clamped together, squeezing and rubbing against each other and her hand, slowly at first, then franticly. Her left hand caressed her breast and pinched the nipple rapidly in time to the thrusts of her fingers into her body. The pleasure pooled in her groin and breasts then flowed outward, she was floating weightless in the arms of her lover as her orgasm took her. The long slender pale body arched like a strung bow, thighs squeezed togather rolling against the other and the working fingers there, hips jerking. Her left hand cupped her right breast, fingers pressed deep into the soft flesh as a finger rolled the nipple rapidly, the skin flushed and now a dark dusty rose. As the pleasure took her, she suddenly drew her knees up and bowed over them, her hand sliding from breast lower. Trailing across hip then buttock, it moved from base of her spine, over the first opening, barely tarrying before finding the bottom of the nether lips and sliding in, filling her even further. The pleasure was too much and she almost gasped, her air was very short now, but that only added to the erotic sensations that filled her entire being. The burning beginning in her lungs combined with the pleasure too intense for anything else. Pushing her long slender fingers in as far as they would go, then moving them rapidly in time to her other hand, she curled even more tightly around herself, breasts pressed to knees and screamed in ecstacy as her phantom lover took her, coming in time with her own orgasm, filling her. The bubbles flew from her mouth and nose as her body shook, hips bucking against her hands then she uncurled, spreading her legs wide and moving her fingers a final few strokes with legs pointed out before taking sliding her fingers out and limply kicking for the surface as vision dimmed. Her face broke the mirror of the lake and she came out of the water as far as the upper slope of her breasts, gasping for air. For a moment, all she could do was take a couple of quick breaths before she slid back beneath the surface. Her legs barely seemed to work and it was an effort to move her arms. Once the intensity of her pleasure had receded slightly she arched up and floated on her back, just her face and the tips of her breasts breaking the surface. Barely moving her limbs, she floated there for several minutes, looking up at the stars and moon in the sky over her and listening to her own heart beat. A small gust of wind rippled over the lake and the cooler air passed over her sensative nipples with an indescribable sensation almost making them ache. All of her body felt hot and heavy except her face and nipples exposed to the cooler air. It had been too long since she had felt such a freedom and release. She only had a couple of hours to be alone, to swim and explore the lake and herself and she was determined to do so fully. She seldom got to come here, and even less to be by herself and do as she pleased. Now she could indulge in whatever fantasies she wanted without restraint and fear of discovery in perfect privacy. Lowering herself in the water until only her nose and eyes were above the surface, she gently ran her hands lightly over her body until the excitement began to build again. Breathing deeply once more, she rolled over and kicked out, diving down deep to the bottom of the lake searching for a certain place she knew to be near here. Stroking with her arms in wide sweeps and kicking her legs steadily she felt the water keenly as it passed against her body. The lake here was shallow, no more than fifteen feet at the most in this part, and she easily reached the bottom and swam along it in the dim moon light. Stroke then kick up for several breaths, orientate on some land mark or not then dive for the bottom and her search again for the special place she had found before. The sand was a dim white, the rocks and plants a darkness barely seen until she touched them. Pulling hard, she coasted against the bottom, letting her body graze the smooth sand lightly the sensation startling before floating upward. There! Off to the right she saw what she was looking for, a pair of rocks and a small raised place in the sandy bottom. The spring which helped feed the lake. Rising to the surface she fixed a couple of landmarks in her mind as she began to breath deeply, filling her body with oxygen. Her hands wandered over those places that gave her pleasure. Caressing only, sliding back and forth, up and down, barely squeezing, arousing instead of satisfing. She was teasing herself, knowing that she would seek fulfillment later when she could add the thrill of excitement and the slight risk of danger. If she ever took another lover, she wanted it to be here, or some place like this. Quite, alone and totally free. Taking a deep breath, she stopped treading water and let her head come forward into the water as she sank down a few inches. Floating weightless with the warm and cooler currents flowing over her body was one of the most arousing things she had ever experianced. Her hands roamed over her body, stroking her inner thighs, hips, belly, the curve of her bottom and up over her breasts to her throat and face. Stroking both her sets of lips at once, fingers just pushing inside, her tongue caressing two fingers as the others caressed her other lips and going just inside them too. She fantasized about her lover again only moving her legs enough to raise her face above the water when the need for air became too great to withstand. When she was close again to the point of loosing control and letting the passion and desire flood her body until it was saited, she paused and took several deep breathes before plunging down to the rock formation that she'd seen earlier. Down, down until a cold jet of water struck her chest and the opening to the spring was just below her. Swimming around it, she grasp the rocks pulling herself to them, then locked her calves around it. She could feel the cold water like a force pressing against her, forcing it's way along her inner thighs and up against her nether lips. Then rolling further up her torso over the mounds of her breasts, lifting them with a chill hand before sliding over her face like a cold breeze. The cold was seeping into her body, chilling her as she sent her hands downward again. Down to the joining of her thighs, peeling the petals of her lips fully open to the cold flow coming up from below her. The intensity of the sensation made the breath catch in her throat, as she sought her core with darting fingers. The contrast of cold water and hot arousal was addictive to her as her fingers rubbed the flesh there bringing her almost to the brink before she had to float back to the surface. Her moan of pleasure was a flight of bubbles preceding her ascent, warm currents alternating with the colder water coming up from below, rippling over her body. Now she would engage one of her favourite fantasies, hyperventalating eyes on the moon above as if in a silent prayer to it, fingers busily tracing erotic routes over her body as she readied herself. Taking a last breath, she swam as quickly for the bottom as she could, heading for the dark opening there. The water pulled at her hair blowing it back up behind her as she reached the oval of blackness. Grasping a rock with her right hand to hold herself steady, she pulled herself over that icy flow, pressing her breasts directly into it's path. Moving her left hand, holding a rock just inside the opening of the spring, she began to touch her breasts with her right hand. Tracing spirals with the tips of fingers, then pulling on her nipples almost fiercely, she growled with the sensation deep in her throat. She was at the delicate balance between pleasure and pain when the intensity of the feelings are perfectly balanced and most intense. She moved suddenly, tucking and twisting until her feet were poised over the dark opening, ankles together, toes pointed downward. Pushing against the current, she slid her legs into that dark maw to her knees then spread them wide. The coldness was like a blow and almost changed the eroticism to discomfort, maybe even pain as the water ran up her body. Wedging her feet against the sides of the spring she ran her hands down her body to her thighs and caressed them briefly. Then opened herself to the cold water trying to force itself into her with her fingers. One hand opening her nether lips and touching her center, manipulating it wildly, the other moving in and out of her passage there. Arching over as far as she could, feeling the water moving against her like a cold demon lover, her left hand pulled from within her, moving up through the dark hair, over hip to re-enter her from behind. Some of the icy water seeped into her from her working fingers, chilling and drying her inside, but it seemed that nothing could quench the fire just beyond the reach of her fingers. It built to a fever pitch then exploded inside of her sending a warm wave of pleasure spasming through her, made more intense by the burning pressure beginning in her lungs. Mouth open in a silent scream of passion, her feet slipped free of the spring and she tumbled through the water lost in her orgasm. Her hips jerking erraticly against her hand, the other sliding back, a finger plunging into the other opening to press against her spine briefly before popping out and swinging limply upward over her head. A demon lover, who's body was iced iron, filling her, exploring her and the limits of her passion and pleasure. Daring her to ever expanding sensations, the only one to ever completely satisfy her. She was lost in the aftermath of her pleasure when she exhaled to take another breath and found herself below the surface of the water still. The need for air a burning desire, the struggle for life more than even her passion. The current had carried her near the bottom, far from the surface and she must have air NOW! Exhaling in a rush, she pushes off the sandy bottm, kicks, pulls, fights toward the surface in a race to reach it before the need to take another breath over whelms her and she breaths water. So far above her, so far away, her movements slow as her breath ends. She can see the surface just inches away from her finger tips as she opens her mouth wide, the water rushing into it. Clamping it shut, she swallows and suddenly is on the surface, gasping and heaving for air in great sobs. The frission of her thighs brushing against each other makes her belly jump and she comes alittle one final time. Sighing and shuddering, she slowly swims back to the edge of the lake where she entered it, not noticing the small grey shape moving near the bottom below her. Turning, she spread her arms along the bank and leaned her head back over it and sighed. She looked up at the infinte dark sky above her, wishing for a lover who could satisfy her body's cravings, and one whom she could explore and satisfy safely. She was almost to the point of taking a friend from the school here and sharing her secret place and fantasy with her. But could she ever trust anyone from there with such a personal revelation without it being used against her some time later? Would anyone there even understand her desires and needs? Anyone she might trust at least... Pushing away from the bank, she slowly swims out toward the middle of the lake. Sometimes above the surface, sometimes below as she seeks to tire herself before the walk back to rejoin her friends. Practiceing diffrent strokes and movements for the exposition she would be representing her school in. An underwater ballet or dance, perhaps even acrobatics. Reaching the centre of the lake, she treads water for a moment then swims quickly back to the bank. Reclining once more against the bank she lifts her body until it barely breaks the surface. Looking down it, she studies herself, slender but not quite skinny with long legs and definate hips. Waist nicely tucked in, shoulders not too broad for her size. Her breast, she was undecided upon. Their shape was almost perfect, perhaps they could be just slightly fuller, the aureoles a bit darker. They weren't too big, flapping or hanging loosely, long narrow sacks of flesh, nor round sagging globes that would quickly deflate. But sloping, filling out roundly near the end, looking as good now as when she would reach thirty five. Her skin was pale, almost hairless except for her head and smooth. Sometimes she wished that she would tan, or was darker, but this too she had learned to be pleased with. She was a creature of the night and moonlight, exotic and used this to her best advantage. The only other hair was a thick heavy tangle from just below the top of her nether lips to a point a third of the way up her hips. They were long and slightly curly, running in toward the centre from the edges of a narrow triangle. Unlike some of the other girls, she didn't find much need to trim or shave there before trying on swim suits or panties for dates which secretly pleased her more than many other things in her life at this time.
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