Awakening (Closed for Cgraven)

[Chessie]

What a week.

The exhaustion coursed through her as if a tangible force. Zapping strength from her muscles. Her arms ached. Her feet groaned. Even her hair hurt.

Starting classes in a new town would be tiring for anyone. Navigating a new campus. Figuring out teachers, and classes. Catching up on work she’d missed having started late. All of it would have been overwhelming for anyone.

Add into the mix, the new job as a waitress at a busy restaurant. Late and busy nights learning the ropes. She must be crazy. But she needed the job to pay for school. Along with the apartment she acquired. It was cheap. Amazingly so. Even if it did look like an abandoned old house. The apartment upstairs was spacious. A roof over her head. A bed to sleep in. It was what she could afford. And it was a damn sight better than living out of her car.

Rebecca climbed the creaking wood stairs dreaming of curling up in that very bed. She’d done her best to make the old place seem cozy. An over sized comforter kept her warm in the rather large bedroom with floor to ceiling windows. She’d hung some fairy lights. Lined the shelves with books. Tried to breath life back into a place that seemed all but forgotten.

As she turned the key in the lock, Rebecca juggled her book back and the bag in her arms. A few groceries, a bottle of wine given to her from her boss at the restaurant. ‘Consider it a housewarming gift’. She’d gratefully accepted. Infact, now that she thought on it, a glass of wine would be the perfect way to unwind. Locking the door behind her, she dropped her bag in the hall and walked toward the kitchen. Stopping to regard the clawfoot tub in the bathroom.

Now that, was an even better idea. A good long soak. Some wine. And to bed. Rebecca was almost giddy with the thought.

The clawfoot tub was enormous. Two people could fit in it, easily. Perhaps three. It was wide and deep. It was the first thing she’d carefully cleaned, promising herself she’d enjoy long luxurious baths as often as possible. But necessity had so far proven less than luxurious. With only a hand held shower head, and no proper stand up apparatus. ‘Showers’ had been taken quick and unpleasantly.

Tonight she’d appreciate this tub as it was meant to be. She turned on the taps full. Letting the hot water fill the tub as she went about getting ready for her evening.

Wine poured, wrapped in a large fluffy towel, Rebecca swept her dark tumbling curls up into a messy knot to keep her hair from getting wet. A book rested next to her wine glass. Her full intentions on spending a good amount of time in this tub. She’d managed to find a few candles and a match book. Choosing to bathe in flickering candle light, instead of the raw bulb over head. She smiled to herself as she looked around. This was more luxurious than any date she’d ever been on.

“When you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” She smirked touching a toe to the almost too hot water. Perfect.

Sliding out of her towel, she let it fall to her feet, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It wasn’t a bad view, she mused to herself. Surely she wasn’t self absorbed. Just slightly appreciative. Her skin glowed in the candle light. Her frame, perhaps more skinny than it should be given her recent lack of grocery money, supported ample curves that seemed even more pronounced. The curve of her hips, seemed to highlight her breasts, soft and round. Large on her frame, they offered a nice cleavage in her too tight waitress uniform. But in this moment they perched, free from restriction. Rosy nipples hardening at the draft and contrast to the steam rising behind her. Her hands cupped them appreciatively. Delicate fingers squeezing the apprehensive buds there. A mild chuckle at the sensation.

Long, if a bit lean from all the time spent on her feet - legs carefully took her to the almost full tub. Easing herself down as she acclimatised to the water. Taking a healthy swallow of the wine, as she relaxed into the warmth surrounding her. Feeling the warmth grow inside as well. Her muscles relaxing. Coming unwound and untaught.

The bubbles around her, enveloping her body completely. Shielding her hands from view. Which still wandered. She let them. Sliding down her side, and causing a light tickle. Enough to crave more. She was alone. Who would judge? Who would know?

Another sip of the wine, curled down her throat. Her hand on her thigh moved upwards finding her apex. Silky and wet. A sigh left her. She wanted what she couldn’t have. Where did this come from. She’d been tired. Done in. Could it be the wine?

It didn’t matter anyway. Even when she’d had a boyfriend, shed never felt… fulfilled. Oh sure, they had sex, and she’d had orgasms. Rebecca had decided they just weren’t all they were cracked up to be. He had seemed happy. Always coming back for more. Perhaps she should have been too. They weren’t terrible. She just always felt like there had to be more than that. Like drinking a glass of wine that wasn’t that good. It was still wine. It still did what it needed to do. But there were other more amazing wines out there.

Rebecca took another healthy sip. Contemplating this as her fingers danced over her silky opening. This was good wine. It coursed through her, turning her insides velvety. Encouraging her to indulge herself further.

She jumped as something grazed her arm chuckling as she realized the shower head had floated up next to her. Hmmmm.. She turned it on, letting the stream tease her nipples. Resting her head back against the tub. Oh this was nice! The simple sensations caused her to let out an appreciative sigh as her hand slowly coaxed the wand downwards. Over her abdomen and across her thighs. She bit her lip hiding a self indulgent smile. She’d never done anything like this. But it was her house. Her night. She slowly brought it to her apex. As the water encroached, she tensed anticipatingly. As it reached her bud, she gasped letting out a quiet groan. That was more than she was expecting. Even to just try. Her hand pulled it away as she laughed lightly. “Fuck..” She breathed, reaching for her glass.

Another healthy swallow, the wine glistening on her lips she rested her head back again, bringing the wand to tease her bud again. Her eyes closed on contact. Her breath catching as the water rushed over her. She held it there, letting the sensation build. She was going to come, if she held it there long enough. She licked her lips in anticipation. Feeling the sensation build stronger. The sort she remembered. The flutters throughout her body. A pleasant and relaxing feeling. A small pleasurable sigh escaped her lips. Who needed a boyfriend when she could get that right here?

That was nice she thought, as the sensation subsided. She reached for her wine. This was where he’d have turned over to go to sleep. Or to flip on sports centre. She’d lie there thinking was that really all there was?

The wand still held in place. What she hadn’t expected was the sensation to build again. This time stronger. “Oh..” She whispered, as she tipped her head back again. Her eyes closing. She’d heard of multiple orgasms, but thought it was a myth. But here it was growing more and more intense.

Suddenly the water out of the wand grew stronger. A gasp left her as Rebecca’s instinct to pull the wand away wasn’t met with action. Instead the wand stayed inplace, insisting itself on her. IN her. Rebecca’s hips started to move, rocking up to meet with the sensation. A whimper left her as she bit her lip in anticipation. It felt so good! More than she’d felt before. Her breathing became louder as the steam filled the room. Part of her wanted to pull away. But a bigger part of her kept up the pressured assault, the sensation building bigger and bigger.

 

[cgraven]

“Raven’s Rest” had been the home of Edwin Graham a nineteenth century industrial tycoon. He had been a pioneer in hiring women for secretarial position within his company thereby saving young girls of the lower social strata from a life of drudgery or worst yet a life as prostitution. Graham was an early and major sponsor of Lady Smith College for young women when society believed that a college, never mind a university education, was a waste of time, money, and energy for young women who would marry and bear their first child before the age of twenty. That of course was the public image of Edwin Graham. The private image of Edwin Graham was quite different it was said that he had an eye for attractive young women and that he had demanded the most scandalous things of them, knowing that they could not refuse him lest they lose their position in the company or their place at Lady Smith College. It was even rumored that he had sold his sold to the devil.

It had been well over a hundred years sense the death of Edwin Graham. Many had tried to make Raven’s Rest a home yet there was something darkly strange about the house and in an age of spiritualism Raven’s Rest had remained empty. Where Raven’s Rest had become an abandoned eye soar that looked out over Lady Smith College the college had grown and prospered and the need for student house had become acute. That is when Knight Reality Developers bought the rambling wreck, and divided it up into four student apartments. Knight had worked hard to maintain the best aspects of the late Victorian and early Edwardian character of the building while making modest concessions to modern amenities. Yet despite their best efforts Raven’s Rest continued to me known as a haunted house by the local town’s people and students seldom stayed there for more than a semester or two which proved to be a problematic for Knight Reality Developers as they had to continually lower the rent just to keep two of the four apartments rented. All this was of course unknown to young to the dark haired beauty as she lounged in the scandalous luxury of that Lion foot bath tub. Rebecca’s apartment was the only one at Raven’s Rest that was rented and she had the house to herself.
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At the first soft tread of Rebecca’s foot on the stair something began to stir in Raven’s Rest. A soft whispered breeze seemed to stir the air as if someone or something was awakening. The presence that stirred was weak as if it had been asleep for a very long time. It caught the sweet intoxicating fragrance of innocence and slowly stretched it awareness seeking the source of that delicious innocence. The sound of running water drew its attention. She was gorgeous a ravishing young beauty with a supple lithe young body. It took all its effort to move the floating shower head to brush the girl’s arm a subtitle little temptation. As Rebecca let the jetting water of the shower head massage and excited her breasts and nipples that dark presence could feel its self becoming stronger more alive. The more Rebecca indulged in this new form of masturbation the pulsating Jets of water moved ever lower until thy ewer caressing and exciting her little pearl of passion.

The dark presence was now beginning to take a translucent shape of a man as Rebecca’s delicious young body arched and she gasped as her orgasm claimed her. Yet it was when her lips “O”ed again as that dark sweet ecstasy once more began to build That that ghostly, unseen hand closed over the trembling young beauty’s, the pulsating, jetting water growing stronger and stronger. The girl’s hips started to move, rocking up to embrace the sensation. A whimper bubbled from her moist ripe lips as she bit her lip in anticipation. The sweet musky scent of Rebecca arousal filled the room, it felt so good! Her breathing came in gasping little pants and grew louder in the steam filled the room. That dark presence knew that part of her wanted to pull away and yet a bigger part of her didn’t. His hand held hers in place by his will, kept up the pressured assault, the sensation building bigger and bigger until Rebecca came again this time in a cascading series of orgasms that would leave the gorgeous young beauty spent and exhausted.

The presence slowly withdrew from Rebecca as she slumped in the tub. He would wait bid his time until she retired to her bed until she lay in that world between dreaming and waking and then he would come to her again.

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It was well past midnight when the ghostly presence came to the sleeping chestnut haired beauty. It eased back the sheet that covered her ghostly handed cupped Rebecca’s breast and his thumb grazed the sleeping beauty’s nipple.

Rebecca was standing on a windswept hill a dark twisted Gothic forest lay before her and then a stern voice called “Come to me girl!” A cloaked figure stood just behind Rebecca. He was tall, dressed as if he came from another time and place but there was no mistaking the lust that burned in his eyes as he looked down upon her.

“Run, run, run!” this dark gothic world seemed to scream at Rebecca. “For pity sake run!”

 

[Chessie]

First one orgasm, and then another. Each one building more intensely. More insistantly. More impossibly to pull her hand away. Her body arching up and out of the water, as her gasps grew louder, craving, yet at the same time fearing the release. She could hear her own voice, echoing out into the abandoned house. Trying to stifle herself she turned her head, biting into her own shoulder just before the last orgasm ripped through her body. A sensation she had never felt before. Pleasure so deep it was matched with pain. She could hardly tell the difference.

And then it stopped. How she can’t recall. Her body grew limp in the water, now full to nearly the top of the tub. She could easily slip beneath and happily never wake again.

Every muscle in her body tingled. Every nerve ending was tender and sensitive.

Rebecca started to come back to herself. Opening her eyes she looked around the room. Though she felt as if she’d been with someone, the silence of her surroundings begged to differ.

Her breathing was still recovering. A light self conscious chuckle left her. That really was some good wine!

Carefully leaning forward, she blew out the candles, and let out the stopper. Steadying herself as she rose. Reaching for her wineglass she topped it up and padded naked back across the apartment to her bedroom. Too spent to even consider getting dressed. A few more sips of wine, and she curled up in the bed. Naked under the sheets, she felt hands on her. Cupping her breasts. Teasing her nipples. Too spent to care more than to register the pleasing sensation. Pleasure seeping from her.

Sleep coming swiftly.

She found herself on a hillside, darkness all around. A forest below her, a presence behind. Looking down she noticed herself barefoot, in attire not at all from this time period. A long and flowing cloak, covering her near nakedness. Her breasts voluptiously catered too. Nearly spilling out of the garment.

A voice behind her beckoned. She turned, her steps slow and purpose like. Somewhere in her mind she registered that this must be a dream. The same insistence that begged her to run.

As her eyes fell to the figure before her, she noted his own attire. Matching hers in a time period not of her own. She felt vulnerable. Fearful. Her eyes carefully found his. Burning with a familiar intensity. Her breath caught as the ghost of sensation came back to her. A flicker of a moment, her body arched in a loss of self control. The sensation that ripped through her then, smoldered, burned in his eyes.

She could feel the dream begging her, run! But that sensation beckoned her stronger. One bare foot stepped forward. And then another. The wind caught her cloak blowing it out behind her. Exposed. The only thing covered was her breasts. Bound tightly by the clasp that held it there.

"I am here"

 

[cgraven]

Rebecca stood on that windy height faced with a strangle dark apparition that called to her. His cape sensually flowed around him, his very essences seemed to shimmer and sway as if he were a ghost. “Come to me girl!” Rebecca felt his seductive invitation as much as she heard it. Yet even as the young chestnut haired beauty took a tentative step towards this dark stranger her young mind screamed, “ Run, run, run!.......For pity sake run!”. It was if her stunning young body had a mind of its own as Rebecca slowly closed the distance between herself and this dark aspersion that called to her.

His hands went to the clasp of her cape, his ghostly fingers loosed that clasp, and Rebecca’s cape cascaded down the sensual curves of her lithe young body to leave her standing before the dark aspersion as naked as the day she was born. “This is only a dream.” her agile young mind seemed to scream. “None of this is real.” His hand cupped the young chestnut beauty’s breasts, his thumb brushed across her pale pink rose bud nipple even as his head dipped, his lips parted to inhale the young beauty’s neglected nipple.

This creature of the night began to seduce this young innocent with his mouth and fingers as he suckled, rolled, tug, and even pinched her taunt little nipples. Each little gasp, each little sensual moan that bubbled from Rebecca’s lips pleased him. When she twisted, bucked, and thrashed in the throes of her growing arousal he slowly faded away leaving Rebecca hungering for more on that dark gothic hill’s crest.

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The sun shown brightly as Rebecca’s eyes fluttered open. Her alarm clock insistent that she rise and prepare for her classes and work. As her world came into focus Rebecca discovered that she was laying naked on her bed the sheets drawn back, there was a depression in her mattress as if someone or something had lain beside her. That of course was impossible for her apartment door was locked and bolted from the inside and her bedroom window was closed and latched.

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He was weaker now and sought the deeper shadows of the young human beauty’s bedroom he watched as she rose from her bed. Watched as the naked young beauty slowly dressed and hid that delicious young body from his view. He could not resist brushing her hair from her neck, the stray wisps of hair danced in his ghostly breath, and his lips seductively caressed the nape of the young beauty’s neck in a fleeting kiss before he once more sought the dark shadows of her room.

She had awakened him and now he would make her his. For now all he could do was invade her dreams when Rebecca tossed and turned in that half world between the world of dreams and the world of waking. Yet as she surrendered to him in one, the world of dreams, he would grow ever stronger in the world of the waking and then he could truly make this adorable young creature his.