Unbeknownst to Eric, Chrissy had her own fears to conquer. She had thought she was just going to take a small nap. After Eric had said he was going to talk with Harold, a blanket of weariness covered her and she thought a nap would be nice.
As she walked into the house, Margaret Parker greeted her at the door. âGoing to take a little nap sweetie?â she pleasantly asked.
Before Chrissy even thought about how coincidental the question was, she answered, âYeah, must be all the desert air.â Then the question dawned on her and she just looked at Margaret who greeted her with that heartwarming smile.
âWell, you rest good, sweetie.â And with that Margaret left for another part of the house.
Chrissy, trudged up the stairs to her bedroom and entered, reaching for the buttons on her blouse as she closed the door. As she stood by the bed, slowly undoing her buttons, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length floor mirror at the other side of her bed. She paused at her top button, and then sauntered over to stand in front of the mirror.
Chrissy stared back at the 25-year-old woman looking back in the mirror. She cocked her head to the side as she surveyed what she saw. The blouse she was wearing had flared out at the bottom allowing a peek at her midriff and she nonchalantly placed her hands on the flat of her stomach and let out a sigh.
Chrissy was not what you would consider vain, but she let out a sigh at what she saw and then became aware. âAware of whatâ she thought to herself. She just glanced over her shoulder to see if someone else was with her, and then when not seeing anyone she turned back to look at herself in the mirror.
At her ears she heard very, very softly, âChrissy, you and Eric have been chosen. Do not be afraid. Relax. Enjoy. Be at peace.â To her it was almost like a breath of air, it was so light, could she have been imagining. The next thing she noticed was the weariness she had felt had lifted as suddenly as it had fallen. She felt alive. Actually, she was starting to feel horny. And it started at her feet and was working itâs way up her legs like a flush.
She glanced in the mirror and traced the line of her neck with her fingers. She flicked her hair back from her shoulders. She let out a low, almost animal moan as a wave of erotic heat hit her. The next thing she knew was standing in front of the mirror with her arms held out from her sides and she couldnât move. Actually that wasnât entirely right; she could move her head and her eyes, but the rest of her was just motionless. She didnât feel pressure. In fact she almost felt weightless just standing there in front of the mirror.
She also realized that she wasnât afraid. She was almostâalmost expectant. That was it. She was at peace. She felt calm. She was just waiting. For what she didnât know, but she really wasnât concerned. âShould I be?â she thought to herself.
Then she felt it at her ears, yes, and at the nape of her neck, and also at her shoulders. A faint breath, like a lover would give just before a kiss. She closed her eyes for just a second and reveled in the sensuousness of the moment. âOh, yes that felt so sexyâ, she thought. She let out a little whimper, then glanced in the mirror.
She didnât know what she expected to see, but there she was, and she even thought she looked hot herself. Then she noticed it, not really felt it at first, but the top button of her blouse came undone, seemingly by itself. The blouse parted at her shoulders and slid down of itâs own volition. The next thing she saw was it flying to land on the rocking chair placed by the big picture window.
Again she wondered, âShould I be afraid?â but she knew she wasnât. She was becoming rapidly taken up in the feelings that she was having. She felt a rush of heat, not just warmth, but heat flow into her womanhood and she let out a little moan. Just then she heard her bedroom door open. She couldnât turn her head enough to see, but she could just make out the figure of Mrs. Parker enter her room.
Margaret Parker went to the rocker and pulled it aside, removed Chrissyâs blouse and threw it on the night stand then took a seat in the chair. Chrissy had a fleeting thought that she should be concerned, but again, all she felt was peace and comfort.
âThereâs nothing to worry about sweetie. You and Eric have been chosen by the keepers and they will not harm you. On the contrary, they will treat you very, very well.â Margaret was starting to remove her blouse as she spoke very softly.
Chrissy found she couldnât speak, she could only moan and whimper, but she didnât care. Not that she was an exhibitionist either, but she just didnât seem to have a care in her body right now.
âYou see, Chrissy, Harold is having a conversation with Eric right now and when Eric gets back you will have such wondrous things to talk about. Our time has come to move on and get on with our life. We have had so much to fill us, but we now need the time to ourselves.â All the time that Margaret was talking she was removing her clothes. Her blouse, her bra, her long skirt. She was definitely making herself comfortable, and all the while she was talking and disrobing, Chrissy was being adorned with breathy little kisses and caresses.
Chrissy was hearing Margaret, but she was also so caught up in the sensations that were coming at her. She heard rather than felt the zipper on her pants go down and then a tug and her pants hit the floor and then went flying to hit the bed. She thought she could hear little gasps and sighs, but she knew she was probably wrong.