The unnaturally cold air caused her breath to turn into steam as she ran as fast as she could through the thick lush grass, pushing her aching limbs. Whatever had got into her system was making her hot, fevered, almost delirious. She needed somewhere cool, somewhere out of the sun, a place to chill, literally.
Her head pounded, flashing lights appearing at the edge of her vision, as her muscles throbbed. Whether they were still after her not, she wasn't sure, but she needed somewhere cool, dark, safe. Somewhere to get out of her sweat-drenched clothes and lie down.
Samantha pushed her body harder, driving herself on. she was unsure whether she could really hear sounds at her heels or if this damned fever was getting to her senses as well as her body.
There. A cave in the hillside. It must lead into the cellar of the house, it had to. That will have to do. Suddenly, the sun disappeared behind thick cloud and distant thunder rumbled, something to break the damn humidity, she hoped, but until it did, the cave was her best bet.
She dived through the trees and into the cool darkness. She walked with her hands stretched out ahead of her until she felt a damp, cold wall of rock. Following it, she found it turned to the left, then sharply to the right. She dropped to the floor, pressing her back against the cool rock, hidden from view and sat in silence for a few minutes allowing her eyes to adjust to the gloom, listening intently for anyone passing by. She heard nothing other than the distant drip of water into what? A puddle? A pool?
She shouldn't really be running at all in this outfit. An above the knee red party frock was not quite sprinting attire, but at least she'd had a moment to get to her bag and switch her black heels for trainers. But even then, a skimpy black bra, thong and stockings were made for fun, not exercise. At least, not this kind of exercise, she smiled. She had chosen her outfit very carefully after all; a lust-red party dress that showed enough cleavage to get her man interested, the heart hanging above on a thin, platinum chain would direct his eyes where she wanted them, if he needed any encouragement. After that, well... that's what the stockings and two piece was designed for. She smiled again in the dark, the cool of the cave helping, but her body ached, the muscles in her legs and back particularly, and her head still throbbed with fevered determination. She smiled again, a short, nasal laugh of sudden awareness as she remembered what else she had brought for this evening, her new little gold nipple clamps. She dreaded to think what those divinely heavy little crystals would have done to her boobs if she had to run wearing those!
Samantha reached for her phone as silently as she could, lifted it to her face and hit torch. Immediately the cave was illuminated by an eerie blue light which cast dark shadows where she would prefer to see.
'I'll never moan about hotels again' she murmured to herself and although her boiling body cried out for a lie down and a sleep, she needed to push on and find somewhere safe to rest. Following the torch light, Samantha saw the passageway turn again to the left and when she followed it, she gasped aloud as the passage opened into a huge underground cave, more of a vault than a cave, it was the size of a sports hall or dance hall, at least 20m high and flanked with what appeared to be medieval style torches.
'I must be hallucinating' she whispered to herself, shook her aching her and moved to the nearest wall to investigate. On getting closer, Samantha saw that they were indeed torches, long metal handles ending in a short, squat cage filled with some sort of condensed wood chippings. When she tried a cigarette lighter, it burst into reassuringly contained flames, causing yellow flickering tongues of light to dance around the vault.
The vault itself was largely bare rock, but at each end was a heavy wooden door, the left at floor level and the right at the top of a short flight of stone steps. She pocketed her phone and feeling fevered despite the cool of the vault, replaced the burning torch, then unzipped and stepped out of her dress, then slid off her stockings. Now in just her underwear, she felt much cooler. Gripping the torch firmly, her red nails glinting in the yellow torchlight, she moved towards the stairs. The door was locked, but did have a crossbeam standing beside it. She carefully placed the torch on the floor, placed the crossbeam into place across the door, then picked up the torch and headed for the other door, satisfied that she couldn't be surprised from behind.
'Wouldn't be the first time' she chuckled to herself as she cross the vault floor towards the other door. This door was unlocked, so she entered and closed it quietly behind her. This door however, had no crossbeam, lock or latch, so she would need to be on her guard and listen carefully.
Inside, was a room, smaller than the vaulted cave outside and immediately before her was a beautiful pool, clearly manufactured, walled on four sides with what appeared to be white sandstone, lit from beneath the water with blue-white lamps, small alcoves set along the left hand wall with orange boxed lamps which gave the room a warm glow. At her feet, four stone steps led into the pool, but it was the other side of the pool that grabbed her attention. There, at the top of four more steps leading out of the pool, was a flat wooden platform and beyond the platform, a grid of 5x5 square lockers, 25 in total, arranged in a sort of safety deposit set up.
Sliding the torch into the handy holder by the door, Samantha stepped to the pool and leaned over to test the temperature. It was warm, but not too warm. If this were a gym, she'd be complaining it was too cold, but the way she felt, this was just what she needed. Reaching behind her, she unclipped her bra, freeing her incredible boobs, sighing with the sudden freedom, the cool of the pool room hardening her nipples. She placed her bra on the nearest rock, away from the water, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers, then hesitated. If someone came in now, they would find her naked. But if she kept her underwear on, they'd get wet. The pool looked too tempting to do anything but slide in, but as hot and sick as she felt, Samantha Melons was a sensible Tom.
She grabbed the torch and pushed the door open as quietly as she could. Being an underground vault, of course it squeaked, but the chamber beyond was still empty. She hurried across the cave, retrieved her dress, stockings and trainers, then hurried back to the pool room.
Standing at the pool's edge, she decided if anyone did come in now they would see her tits, so why not go the whole hog? She slipped her knickers off, placed it on the pile with her other clothes and stepped into the water. As he feet touched the bottom, the water between belly button and boobs, she fell gently into the delicious cool and floated on her back, her blonde hair snaking around her head, floating as she did, eyes closed, legs apart, arms wide. It was bliss.
After a few minutes, she felt her headache ease, her body become languid and light and she turned into the water, pushing herself down, then kicking out and pushing herself across the pool. She swam a few lengths, then turned and floated once more, unable to stop the relieved sigh whispering from beneath her red, kissable, fuckable lips.
Her eyes flashed open and she stood, scanning the room suddenly. Fuckable lips? She doubted she had ever thought of her lips as fuckable before and wondered where the thought had come from.
Happy that there were no cameras or intruders in the room, she swam slowly to the far end of the pool, climbed out and stood naked, water dripping from her delectable curves, running in rivulets down her peachy, spank-perfect arse, dripping from her chin, biteable earlobes, tip of the tongue flick-ready nipples and down the insides of her firm thighs.
She scanned the boxes before her, hands on her flashing hips. If anyone had entered the room at that moment, they would be greeted with a sight usually reserved for wet dreams.
On closer inspection, she noticed that each box was inlaid with numbers in gold lettering, SM01 to SM25.
Opening the middle box was too obvious, this isn't noughts and crosses. Instead Samantha plumped for the central left, box SM11. She pulled open the box and gasped in disbelief at what she saw inside.
Inside sat a tablet screen. As she opened the door, it flickered into life. Her mouth fell open at the image on the screen. It was her. It was her lying on her bed in her little black lace number, pleasuring herself with her shell suction stimulator toy.
