"ROOM 214" (Part 2)
The pleasant warmth now filled the entire room. I took a few steps away from the door when I heard it click behind me.
“Hey!” I reached for the handle only to find it locked. I quickly covered myself and turned back to the room.
“What do you want?” I said, panicked.
There was no answer. I took a moment to regain my wits. I had offered myself to the whims of Room 214, and now I was going to have to earn my freedom. Besides, there’s no reason to fear pleasure…is there?
I shook my head and laughed, uncovering myself once again. I flicked the light switch on and took in my surroundings. The room was darkly lit, bathed in a subtle amber glow as warm as the air itself. There were only two doors: one to the large luxurious bathroom, the other to the walk-in closet. The rest of the room was vast, leading to a gigantic king size bed. Everything had in fact been left exactly as it was, even Ms. Shine’s possessions.
I spotted her dresser and large vanity mirror across the room. I sat down before the mirror and sampled her perfume collection. The sweet bouquet of smells stirred something inside me. I looked at my reflection and daydreamed of what must be the life of a care-free starlet.
Suddenly I dropped the glass cap from one of the vials. I dove after it as it rolled across the floor. When I caught it, I froze, thankful I didn’t break a possibly expensive little item. I found myself on all fours on a soft, fur rug which I didn’t recall being there before. I started to get up, but my nipples stroked the fur and my nerve-endings were once again awakened.
“Okay, this could be interesting,” I smiled to myself.
I began rocking back and forth on my hands and knees letting my hanging breasts sway across the rug. My nipples grew more turgent with each pass. I then slid down and sprawled myself over the rug. I reached my hands forward and pulled myself across the inviting material, then pushed myself back. I repeated this over and over, back and forth, until it seemed that the fur was writhing under me. Caressing every inch of my flesh.
“Mmm, that tickles,” I cooed.
I pressed my cheek against the rug spread my legs now. The rug seemed to fold perfectly, creating a hard ridge that ran from my feet to my belly. I began humping the ridge, slowly, than faster as I clenched the fur in my fists. The ridge had found it’s way between my labia and was working its magic on my tickle button. A series of perfectly space little knots in the fur each tugged slightly at my clitoris as I passed over it. I was becoming dizzy with lust.
“More,” I begged, “More!”
The rug obliged, as each hair on the rug wriggled across my ribs. I suddenly burst out into laughter.
“Wait!” I shouted hysterically, “That’s too much!”
My laughter was interspersed with moans of passion. I was grinding harder and harder against the rugs ridge as my upper body was being mercilessly teased.
Then I slowed down. My tows curled like the smile on my face, my breath shallow now. It was right there, a second away from the most deliciously intense orgasm a girl could ever ask for. My ears buzzed and my eyes watered. I could hear my pulse and feel it in my loins.
Then it all came to a cruel halt. The ridge sank away underneath me.
“Oh no,” I said, “not fair.”
I was a breath away from a much needed climactic rush, then denied, left lying there like a fool. I was furious.
“Is that how you’re going to do me? You want me to stay this aroused all night?”
I stood up and marched toward the door, when a feeling suddenly came over me. It was like the room was beckoning for me to stay, apologizing even. I took advantage of the situation, decided to take control.
“Look, I don’t know what your plans are for me, but I have never felt this horny in my life. If I want to play, you’d better let me play. And when I want to cum, you’re going to let me. Understand?” I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth, bold words. I’d never spoken like that before. This room was giving me a sexual confidence I didn’t know possible. I should have been more grateful.
Then something brighter than the rest of the room caught my eye. It was white lingerie, draped over a chair in the corner, like an offering. I smiled to the room now, apology accepted.
I took the underwear to the mirror and tried it on. It was much more risqué than would have been allowed in Wendy Shine’s time: a white corset, daringly skimpy panties, and a pair of long gloves, all satin. I put on the knee-high stockings and admired my own reflection. The material almost seemed to glow on me. Then I felt something peculiar against my skin. The fabric almost seemed to be coming to life, titillating every spot of my flesh that it touched. Every spot!
“Oh my,” I giggled, “now this WILL be interesting.”
-To be continued…
The pleasant warmth now filled the entire room. I took a few steps away from the door when I heard it click behind me.
“Hey!” I reached for the handle only to find it locked. I quickly covered myself and turned back to the room.
“What do you want?” I said, panicked.
There was no answer. I took a moment to regain my wits. I had offered myself to the whims of Room 214, and now I was going to have to earn my freedom. Besides, there’s no reason to fear pleasure…is there?
I shook my head and laughed, uncovering myself once again. I flicked the light switch on and took in my surroundings. The room was darkly lit, bathed in a subtle amber glow as warm as the air itself. There were only two doors: one to the large luxurious bathroom, the other to the walk-in closet. The rest of the room was vast, leading to a gigantic king size bed. Everything had in fact been left exactly as it was, even Ms. Shine’s possessions.
I spotted her dresser and large vanity mirror across the room. I sat down before the mirror and sampled her perfume collection. The sweet bouquet of smells stirred something inside me. I looked at my reflection and daydreamed of what must be the life of a care-free starlet.
Suddenly I dropped the glass cap from one of the vials. I dove after it as it rolled across the floor. When I caught it, I froze, thankful I didn’t break a possibly expensive little item. I found myself on all fours on a soft, fur rug which I didn’t recall being there before. I started to get up, but my nipples stroked the fur and my nerve-endings were once again awakened.
“Okay, this could be interesting,” I smiled to myself.
I began rocking back and forth on my hands and knees letting my hanging breasts sway across the rug. My nipples grew more turgent with each pass. I then slid down and sprawled myself over the rug. I reached my hands forward and pulled myself across the inviting material, then pushed myself back. I repeated this over and over, back and forth, until it seemed that the fur was writhing under me. Caressing every inch of my flesh.
“Mmm, that tickles,” I cooed.
I pressed my cheek against the rug spread my legs now. The rug seemed to fold perfectly, creating a hard ridge that ran from my feet to my belly. I began humping the ridge, slowly, than faster as I clenched the fur in my fists. The ridge had found it’s way between my labia and was working its magic on my tickle button. A series of perfectly space little knots in the fur each tugged slightly at my clitoris as I passed over it. I was becoming dizzy with lust.
“More,” I begged, “More!”
The rug obliged, as each hair on the rug wriggled across my ribs. I suddenly burst out into laughter.
“Wait!” I shouted hysterically, “That’s too much!”
My laughter was interspersed with moans of passion. I was grinding harder and harder against the rugs ridge as my upper body was being mercilessly teased.
Then I slowed down. My tows curled like the smile on my face, my breath shallow now. It was right there, a second away from the most deliciously intense orgasm a girl could ever ask for. My ears buzzed and my eyes watered. I could hear my pulse and feel it in my loins.
Then it all came to a cruel halt. The ridge sank away underneath me.
“Oh no,” I said, “not fair.”
I was a breath away from a much needed climactic rush, then denied, left lying there like a fool. I was furious.
“Is that how you’re going to do me? You want me to stay this aroused all night?”
I stood up and marched toward the door, when a feeling suddenly came over me. It was like the room was beckoning for me to stay, apologizing even. I took advantage of the situation, decided to take control.
“Look, I don’t know what your plans are for me, but I have never felt this horny in my life. If I want to play, you’d better let me play. And when I want to cum, you’re going to let me. Understand?” I couldn’t believe the words that had come out of my mouth, bold words. I’d never spoken like that before. This room was giving me a sexual confidence I didn’t know possible. I should have been more grateful.
Then something brighter than the rest of the room caught my eye. It was white lingerie, draped over a chair in the corner, like an offering. I smiled to the room now, apology accepted.
I took the underwear to the mirror and tried it on. It was much more risqué than would have been allowed in Wendy Shine’s time: a white corset, daringly skimpy panties, and a pair of long gloves, all satin. I put on the knee-high stockings and admired my own reflection. The material almost seemed to glow on me. Then I felt something peculiar against my skin. The fabric almost seemed to be coming to life, titillating every spot of my flesh that it touched. Every spot!
“Oh my,” I giggled, “now this WILL be interesting.”
-To be continued…
