Laying in bed one night, I grew restless. The room was to hot, too stuffy. I climbed out of bed and opened the window, enjoying the feel of the cool night air against my body. I lay back down and tried to sleep. My eyes drifted closed and soon I was in a light doze.
My name being whispered woke me. I looked about the room, my eyes quickly adjusting to the dark, but I didn’t see anyone or anything. I laid back down, sure I had just dreamed it.
A cool breeze drifted crept through the window and again … “Victoria” seemed to be whispered.
I sat up with a start, not this time it couldn’t have been a dream. Again a breeze floated through the room, this time it ruffled my hair, and seemed to caress my cheek.
“Relax.” I knew I heard that, but not where it was coming from. Knowing I had to be crazy, I laid back down. Another breeze, this time the sheet rippled. I kicked the sheet off and snuggled down on the bed. The coolness of the night had caused my nipples top harden and my pussy to grow very moist. I barely resisted the urge to touch myself as I waited for what would happen next. I was sure that at any moment, men with a little white coat would run in and cart me off to the funny farm.
“Relax Victoria. Enjoy.” Another breeze, this time caressing my breasts. For a moment it almost felt like a strong hand, then just a cold draft of wind. I followed its path and began to gently caress my breasts, teasing the nipples, but not devoting myself strictly to them.
One hand stayed on my breasts, the other moved all over my aroused body, stopping to touch and tease my sensitive points. Over and over light breezes drifted in through the open window, caressing me.
I could feel my body tingling and finally I gave in to the temptation to caress my moist pussy. The lips felt so smooth and tender under my finger tips. I couldn’t resist moaning.
“Relax.” The voice seemed to deepen, still soothing, but now called to me on a different level. The chill in the air continued, arousing me further, cool air on hot flesh. My fingers pinched a nipple between them as my other hand caressed my pussy. Gently I slid two fingers in deep as my thumb rubbed over my clit. Another breeze entered the room, but this time it didn’t dissipate. It almost seemed like the breeze was a lover’s breath, gently caressing my heated flesh and I slowly brought myself closer to an orgasm.
Over and over I brushed my thumb against my clit and slowly I slid two fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel my muscles begin to clench and release as I thrust over and over, deep inside myself. The breeze swirled over me, cooling my nipple, tightening it into to a hard little bud.
Faster and faster I flicked my clit, feeling it tingle under my thumb, until finally I felt my orgasm begin. Little waves raced throughout my body, cresting in my nipples and deep within my pussy. I arched my back, and felt the tingling increase. My inner muscles clenched on my finger, drawing them in tight, prolonging the orgasm.
As I lay there, breathing heavily, I felt the breeze draw along side me. Almost feeling arms wrap around me I lay still, enjoying the moment.
The words “I love you, my sweet,” were whispered before the breeze left. A strong aroma of cologne remained, oddly, the same brand as my lost love wore.
