The White Room

I enter the white room.

She is there. Her white gown highlights her tanned skin. Her back towards me, I see the outline of her body as the morning sun streams through the skylight.

She turns.

My heart skips a beat as her deep blue eyes bore into my soul.

She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, and then she smiles.

Slowly she moves towards me. Her hand reaches out towards my face, her fingers brushing my cheek, gliding across my red lips then gently rising to caress my eyebrows.

She whispers. "Close your eyes",

I obey.

My heightened senses feel her warm fingers sliding the straps of my slip dress from my shoulders. The silky garment falls softly to the floor. I know she is letting her eyes roam over my body, taking in my swollen nipples, unrestrained by a bra they pout, as if seeking out what they demand. Her lips.

Her hands move oh-so slowly down my body, the merest touch of her finger over the curve of my breast is nearly more then I can bear.

Downwards they slide, hooking the band of my silk thong. In one movement her hands caress my buttocks and continue to draw the flimsy material down.

Now I am fully exposed to her. She likes what she sees. Her eyes take in my shaven mound, my moisture, my pink lips.

She lifts my foot and draws my panties up. I sense her bringing them to her face, inhaling the aroma, drawing it into her body, becoming one with my arousal.

"It is time. Open your eyes".

She has stepped away from me, still within reach, her fingers lightly grasping mine, she turns and leads me to the huge white bed which dominates the room. As we move her gown floats to the floor and for the first time I take in her beauty.

Her back flows from in one graceful movement from her dark hair to the peach smooth rounds of her buttocks. Her breasts are firm with no trace of a line. Her nipples hard as stone. Her belly sleek and toned. Her mons covered with just a dusting of dark hair, trimmed to a 'v'. Exposing herself to me.

She lays me down on the crisp sheet and sinks to her knees. Her gentle pressure on my legs opens me to her. My moisture trickles down with its own caress. I feel it sliding down to moisten my other place.

She lifts my foot and so slowly begins her journey. Her red lips enclose my toes one at a time. She moves along my ankle, ever upward to her goal. Her tongue tracing the outline of my calf . Her tongue strokes my inner thigh. I move my hand to grasp her hair urging, demanding, begging for the kiss I so strongly desire.

I feel her hand stroke my belly then moves downwards. Her fingers brush my mound and then, as if I am a porcelain statue ready to break, she delicately parts my swollen petals. Her thumb brushes back the hood as I feel the tip of her snake-like tongue caress my innermost secret.

She sucks gently on my clit as her fingers continue to part me. Between my lips. I gasp as they reach the sensitive skin between my pussy and my anus. Then a slow pressure on my ring, using my own juices to open me. Not enough to part me, but enough that I want to feel her in me. I press against the hard point of her thumb, sliding it in to the first knuckle.

I groan.

Her insistent tongue works my clit, alternately sucking and flicking its swollen tip. She slides from my anus and then the insistent fingers are burrowing deep into my warmth.

It is more then I can stand as she pushes me over the edge, crashing to my climax.

As my breathing subsides I pull her towards my mouth, demanding to taste myself on her perfect tongue. Drinking her deep into my mouth, swirling my own juices and her nectar together

As I fade to sleep she moves away, slipping the white gown over her perfect shoulders.

I sleep.

I awake.

She is gone.