Chapter 2

I stood in the middle of an endless golden field, bathed in warm, liquid sunlight. The light itself seemed alive — it poured over me like molten honey, filling every inch of my skin with a slow, euphoric glow.

Cool morning dew clung to the grass beneath my bare feet. Each soft blade brushed against my soles with a tender, almost intimate kiss, sending delicate shivers racing up my calves and thighs. I felt it all with strange double vision — I was both the girl standing there and the one watching her from somewhere above. The sensation made my head spin in the sweetest way.

The breeze played with my long hair, tossing it across my shoulders and back like invisible fingers. My thin white nightgown clung to my body, the delicate fabric tracing the gentle swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the curve of my hips. I could feel every thread against my skin.

The wind grew bolder. It slipped beneath the hem, lifting the fabric, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with cool, fleeting touches. Goosebumps bloomed across my flesh in slow, delicious waves. A quiet, liquid warmth began to gather low in my belly.

As if the dream itself had whispered the command, I slowly raised my arms above my head. The movement was graceful, almost ritualistic. The nightgown sighed and slid down my body like spilled silk, pooling softly around my ankles. I remained standing in nothing but my simple white panties.

The wind immediately claimed my bare skin. It kissed my shoulders, swirled tenderly around my breasts, traced the curve of my stomach, and danced along my sides. Sunlight warmed me while the cool air teased me, creating a maddening, perfect contrast. My nipples tightened into sensitive peaks. A deep, sweet ache bloomed between my legs, spreading through me like liquid fire and honey at the same time.

I stood there half-naked beneath the vast golden sky, hair whipping wildly in the wind, body open and trembling. Never had I felt so exposed ... and never had I felt so strangely, beautifully alive.

I took a few slow steps forward. The wind followed me like a devoted lover.

Its invisible hands played with my hair, brushing it across my bare back. Then it grew bolder. Cool gusts slipped beneath the waistband of my panties, stroking the soft skin of my mound. The touch was so light I first felt only a delicate shiver. The fine hairs there trembled, answering the wind as if they had a life of their own.

A warm flush spread through my body. My breathing quickened. I felt my breasts rise and fall faster, my nipples tightening into hard, aching peaks under the open air. The wind seemed to know exactly where I was most sensitive. It teased me, caressed me, made my skin burn and shiver at the same time.

I stopped.

My hands moved almost by themselves to the elastic of my panties. For a heartbeat I hesitated — this felt forbidden, dangerous, unbearably thrilling. My heart hammered against my ribs. A strange, sweet ache bloomed deep inside me.

I pulled the fabric down.

The soft cotton slid over my hips, brushing my thighs with a slow, sensual friction that made me bite my lip. Cool air kissed my newly bared mound, the delicate skin between my legs. Goosebumps exploded across my body. When the panties reached my knees they slipped free and fell forgotten to the grass. I stepped out of them, completely naked now.

The wind claimed me fully.

It swirled around my breasts, traced the curve of my stomach, then dove between my thighs. A cool, insistent tongue of air stroked along my folds, parting them gently, finding the hidden heat. A low, helpless sound escaped my throat. The pleasure was sharp and liquid at once — a deep, throbbing sweetness that made my knees tremble.

I stood there in the golden field, utterly exposed, letting the wind explore every inch of me as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.

The wind’s gusts grew bolder. They swirled around my bare breasts, teasing my nipples until they stood hard and aching. Cool air danced across my stomach, then dipped lower, stroking the smooth skin of my mound. A single insistent current slipped between my folds, cold and silky, coaxing them to part. A hot, liquid throb answered deep inside me.

I walked on.

Every step sent fresh shivers through me. The wind followed like a devoted shadow, brushing the sensitive skin between my thighs, making the fine hairs there tremble. My breathing grew quicker. My nipples tightened even more, almost painful in the open air.

A little stream appeared ahead, its water sparkling under the golden light. I stepped into it. The icy water closed around my calves, sending a sharp, delicious shock up my legs. I bent down, scooped a handful, and let the cold drops fall onto my breasts. They raced down my skin in glittering trails, sliding over my nipples and into the hollow of my navel. I laughed — a soft, breathless sound that surprised even me.

I crossed the stream on smooth, wet stones and stepped onto the far bank. There, waiting on the grass, lay a thick, soft plaid. I lowered myself onto it, first sitting, then stretching out completely. The fabric was warm from the sun and felt impossibly gentle against my naked back and bottom.

I lay there, open and vulnerable beneath the vast sky. The wind returned, sliding between my parted thighs, stroking my folds with cool, deliberate touches. A deep, sweet ache pulsed inside me. Without thinking, I let my knees fall wider apart, silently inviting the wind to explore deeper.

That was when I saw it.

Lying on the plaid beside me was a sleek black vibrator — smooth, elegant, and strikingly dark against the golden grass. My fingers closed around it. The cool metal sent a fresh wave of goosebumps racing over my skin.