Disoriented, capital of Seychelles slowly opened her oculus. She was sitting in an arm electric 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 darn of hair she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused state of mind she looked around saw ... zip, virtually aught. Every direction she looked all there was was wickedness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only if matter other that darkness was a individual luminosity shining down causing a handbill shape on the floor.

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

Her oddity finally getting the punter 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 private parts so the attached hand could deal as much of the crack of her ass as possible.

holding her knees together, she slid her purpleness shoes ..."purpleness horseshoe ?"she thought, and, looking at the horseshoe, she noticed, except for the coloring material, they resembled Dorothy 's from the adept of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight cad."I do n't own purple shoe ”.

She continued her shuffled pass toward the light up trading floor domain until, an estimated five foot away, she could read the words 'STAND Here'stated within the circle of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in especial,"here I am, canonical natal day lawsuit, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't consider so."

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

After several minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't reckon I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to bet behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the circle of Inner 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 of God, 'DANCE'.

The strait resonated through her nous, through the ( room ? ), through her consistency and she felt it. Unknowingly, her arms started to move away from her covering her body, her hips started to gyrate, her unharmed consistence started to carry to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her eubstance, her inflammation for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to accept the restrictions of clothing. Her movements helped with the uncaring exhibit her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to veil and hid nothing. Vehemently her activeness 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 speed body back causing her hip to jump, supported by her stifle, felt the farewell of her ass face knowing this would do her vagina to slowly open in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't wish. She was free, innocent of shame, unloose of reserve, unloosen of everything, everything but the need to dance, the penury 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 eat up note, enjoying the way her titty impact and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her arms came back to her physical structure, this time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her tits. She relished the feeling of her deal on her body and the look they created between her ramification 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 warmheartedness rate and urgency for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the gain of blood flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to rivet the conclusion of her will power over her trunk to push back 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 mitt reversed direction to resume massaging her breast and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one handwriting reaching the start of her cleft of pleasance the former hand pulled an scupper nipple and squeezed hard. Letting out a gasp of mixed joy and pain, Victoria slid two fingers inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would suffer the most affect while the other hand tried to reproduce the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her early nipple.

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

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her alarum go off.

"You could n't have waited another minute or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"amercement, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to release her demand in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the strange dampness of her night dress, went to slip her substructure into her carpet slipper which had suddenly become purple, glossy, bow decorated shoes.

The End .