The Reality of Natty -v- The Secret Dream ....................
The Monday afternoon story, Part Two.................. the day after, the café afternoon ....
The beautiful sexy woman was as naked as the day she was, but totally encased, wrapped in just a single massive pure white Egyptian cotton bed sheet, almost cocooned.
Her sleep had been deep restless, almost fitful, during the previous night, pictures and noises ....
The woman's dreams had been many, vivid, she had, had the sweats of sexual heat stir and wake her through the night, her stunning sexually charged toned body had been exhausted, her long and sensuous limbs had ached, she felt as though she had been drained, the previous day had been long, the train ride, the walk, the café toilet, the wanton pleasure .... Of her sex.
Sleep had come early yesterday evening, it had been welcomed by the woman, Natty had spent the last five days, far away, from her normal life, back in the folds of her old school friends, the past, the memories of innocence, and so many other such things, the drugs, drink, the late night discussions, the parties, the lack of sleep, the daily spa treatments, the wedding night, and service, being a bridesmaid, had taken their toll, on her mind, her body, her soul, Natty had welcomed the rest from much of an emotional onslaught, it had bought to her senses........
The late morning sun was just teasing and kissing her body through the half open curtain, casting a line across the middle of her naked cotton wrapped body, the fresh breeze of a new day was nice it was cooling, she felt alive .............
She glanced at the clock, it was 11.30am, god she thought to herself, well over 14 hours sleep, she rolled over in her big bed, the cotton sheet falling way, exposing her skin to the sun and breeze, she savoured it for a few minutes, her eyes closed, she was now lying on her stomach, her arms and hands crossed under the pillow, her legs open one knee was drawn up, her gaze was nowhere, she just watched the breeze billow the light weight curtains in the window....
The solitude of her bed, it was her sanctuary, soothing, she wondered to herself, when was the last time that the woman Natty, not the sex star, web and cam star, Secret Dream, had used this bed, used it to her own advantage, her mind could not remember, as her alter ego, always seemed to use it these days............sometimes she craved the touch of someone in this bed, to hold, and to be taken by, enjoyed, and loved...............or just fucked.
The sex cam worker, her alter ego was inside her now, was always in charge of that side of her, or so it seemed these days, her mind thought of her inner nemesis, the pleasure she gave her, the sex, the voyeurism, the participation, the hordes of faceless men who craved her, desired her, wanted her, they paid her to please herself, to watch them, to do as they wished, it was deliciously, intoxicating, it had almost consumed her, but she had to admit, that she enjoyed it,................. Almost craved it!!
The Secret Dream... was that woman's name, her Alter Ego, her superwoman's face, and disguise...
She had taken over this side of the woman's life, the web cam sex girls, as they were collectively called in cyber space, had become a major part of her life, its result, had and still does fund the lifestyle, her body was her lifeline, Secret Dream had exposed that, pleasured that, controlled it......
The woman, Natty, closed her eyes, she thought of the last few days, a sly sexy smile crept across her face and stopped on her full naked lips, a tear from her inner soul rolled down her cheek..........
The thoughts of the sexy young girl at the spa, then she was between her legs, stirred her inside, her hips moved, her heavy breasts where pushed into the bed, her hand slide down her, under her body slowly, softly, seeking out her sexual pressure points, she bit her lip, as it found her nipples, cupped her breasts, her hand swept over her tight abdomen until it found her pubis, the first touches, sent a shock wave through her sex, god she was so tender, the wetness on her lips was almost instant, as her fingers explored herself, god she thought, am I still that responsive, to these moments .............
Then the taxi driver, was there in her mind, the drunken haze of that, that night, her mind half-awake in the front seat of his car, the feeling of his rough hands on her body, the first male ones for a long time, she thought, he had almost ripped the shirt of her back, how had he pulled her legging down, to her knees, she was sitting in his car, why was she in the front seat, she then remembered, she was in the back, when she had left the club alone, but she could not remember when and how.,
Then she just did............. Oh my god, Natty thought to herself, her memory, was now there , clearer, sharper, I had wanted to piss, he stopped the car, to let me, at the rear of the station car park, where he picked me up, a few days before, She - The Dreamer was being provocative, teasing him, he got out of the cab to help her in the darkness of the car park, her bloody laced up high heels, she had tumbled over, fell on her side, her skin tight leggings and G string pulled down around her knees, he had helped her, pulled her upright, lent her against the car, then ..........his hand was between her legs, her mind was feeling his fingers pushing inside her, just as hers was about to do now.............as she lay on her bed, in the heat .........of her sex, am I dreaming this .....
She closed her eyes, she bit her lower lip, No, and she said to herself, I didn't did I...Then his cock was there, out of his pants, hard un cut and large, in her mind, or was it...........A DREAM.
