Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her oculus. She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. One arm slam across her chest covering her breast while the early arm darted between her legs hiding the curly patch of hairsbreadth she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused state of nous she looked around saw ... nothing, virtually zippo. Every management she looked all there was was shadow, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only thing other that darkness was a single Christ Within shining down causing a flyer shape on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her chief forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the expanse,"What makes that stain so especial ?"

Her curio finally getting the better of her, Victoria slid across to the border of the chair and started to support up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the chair in a semi-crouching billet, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached hand could wrap up as a good deal of the fling of her ass as possible.

Keeping her knee together, she slid her purple shoes ..."purpleness shoes ?"she thought, and, looking at the shoes, she noticed, except for the colour, they resembled Dorothy 's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, thin bounder."I do n't own purpleness shoes ”.

She continued her shuffled walk toward the lighted floor area until, an estimated five foot away, she could read the words 'STAND HERE'stated within the round of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in particular,"here I am, basic birthday suit, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the spot ? I do n't think so."

Victoria 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 shambling, but this time away from the light.

After several minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't think I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to attend behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five metrical foot from the circle of luminosity 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 source,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the I Word, 'DANCE'.

The sound resonated through her brain, through the ( elbow room ? ), through her soundbox and she felt it. Unknowingly, her weapon system started to impress away from her covering her body, her pelvic girdle started to gyrate, her whole body started to rock to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her consistency, her fervency for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the confinement of habiliment. Her movements helped with the unaffectionate display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had cipher to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her activity 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 upper body back causing her coxa to get up, supported by her knees, felt the parting of her ass cheeks 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 spare, free of ignominy, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to dance, the need to whoop it up in her chance to express herself with the most stimulated release of heat and emotion.

She jumped to her feet, pulled her weapon out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her chest like a sprinter crossing a last line, enjoying the way her tits jolt and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her branch came back to her body, this fourth dimension rubbing and massaging rather then covering her pap. She relished the touch sensation of her hands on her body and the feeling they created between her legs as they slowly and tenderly glide down her dead body toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in pacing and her heart pace and urgency for freedom began to emulate the impulse as she acknowledged the increase of line of descent menses to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to focus the determination of her will power over her consistency to beat back the effects of exhaustion creeping into the physique of her movements.

One hand reached the offset of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate destination, the other paw reversed direction to summarize massaging her breast and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one paw reaching the start of her cleft of pleasure the former bridge player pulled an peril nipple and squeezed hard. Letting out a pant of immix pleasure and nuisance, Victoria Falls slid two digit inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would have the most touch on while the other mitt tried to multiply the sensation of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her former nipple.

Her fingerbreadth worked her joy spot hard and combined with the nipple penalty aesthesis Victoria felt herself reaching the point of no income tax return when, ,, ,,

bleep, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her warning signal go off.

"You could n't sustain waited another hour or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"fine, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to relinquish her motivation in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual dampness of her night wearing apparel, went to luxate her foundation into her slippers which had suddenly become purpleness, shiny, bow decorated shoes.

The End .