Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her center. She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. One arm shaft across her chest covering her breast 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 saw ... nil, virtually nothing. Every counselling she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only affair early that darkness was a unmarried visible light shining down causing a broadside shape on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her head forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the sphere,"What makes that spot so exceptional ?"

Her rarity finally getting the unspoiled of her, capital of Seychelles slid across to the border of the chair and started to bear up keeping as practically of herself covered as possible rising off the chair in a semi-crouching positioning, moving the one arm from her genitalia so the attached handwriting could traverse as much of the crack of her ass as possible.

Keeping her knees together, she slid her purple shoe ..."Purple shoes ?"she thought, and, looking at the shoes, she noticed, except for the colouration, they resembled Dorothy 's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight blackguard."I do n't own purple shoes ”.

She continued her shuffled walking toward the dismount floor arena 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 peculiar,"here I am, basic birthday courtship, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the glare ? I do n't guess so."

Victoria muddled an about face planning to bring back to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this time away from the light.

After several minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't remember I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to face behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the rophy of light focused on the 'STAND here'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five base from the highlighted words.

"fine,"she conceded stepping into the luminance,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her head, the single Christian Bible, 'DANCE'.

The audio resonated through her thinker, through the ( room ? ), through her body and she felt it. Unknowingly, her blazonry started to proceed away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her hale soundbox started to sway to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her organic structure, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to suffer the restrictions of clothing. Her crusade helped with the detached display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had cipher to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than gratifying, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the story, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper physical structure back causing her hips to rebel, supported by her knee, felt the parting of her ass impudence knowing this would cause her vagina to slowly open in presentation to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't care. She was gratis, release of disgrace, dislodge of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to make happy in her opportunity to express herself with the most stimulated release of heat 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 wind up line, enjoying the way her breast shock and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her arms came back to her dead body, this fourth dimension rubbing and massaging rather then covering her titmouse. She relished the flavor of her bridge player on her body and the feeling they created between her legs as they slowly and tenderly glide down her organic structure toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her spunk rate and importunity for exemption 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 soundbox to repel the result of debilitation creeping into the physique of her movements.

One deal reached the first of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate finish, the other script reversed guidance to resume massaging her bosom and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one hand reaching the scratch line of her cleft of delight the other hand pulled an exposed nipple and squeezed hard. Letting out a gasp of mixed joy and botheration, Victoria slid two fingers inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would make the most impress while the former bridge player tried to reproduce the superstar of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her former nipple.

Her fingers worked her joy spot hard and combined with the mamilla penalty sensations Victoria felt herself reaching the point of no return when, ,, ,,

bleep, BEEP, beep, she heard her warning device go off.

"You could n'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 pauperization in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the strange dampness of her night clothes, went to mistake her feet into her slippers which had suddenly become purple, shiny, bow decorated shoes.

The End .