The dream did not start like something out of one of her smutty books, but she had a distinct feeling it would turn into something of the like. Rosalyn could see herself sleeping peacefully in the cabin bed, skin glowing from the soft radiance of the bedside lamp. A ghostly figure appeared in the doorway, but she wasn't afraid. It had the shape of a man, but its form was indefinite, almost as if it was only a collection of gas. She watched it drift across the small room to the bed, where it moved directly to her. It was saying her name, her childhood nickname.
Rose, it purred. Rose.
The bedding was stripped away from her sleeping body, and she was surprised she could feel a cool caress across her arm. Still, she didn't wake. The gaseous presence moved up to her face, breathing its icy breath across her cheeks, her name still on its nonexistent tongue. Then it moved down to her chest. Though she was sleeping yet still conscious in her dream, she could feel her skin rise in little bumps.
After lingering on her chest, the being floated down her torso until it reached her hips, where the hem of her nightgown ended. The soft floral fabric was lifted and pushed up until it was bunched around her chest above her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden from the coldness. Two chilly hand-like touches started at her hips and stroked up to her tits, where it cupped them and squeezed. Her sleeping form twitched a little but remained blissfully unaware. The sudden pressure of lips on her nipples made her body tremble with excitement. It felt like a tongue was rolling around one pebbled nipple while a hand flicked the other. She released a tormented moan.
The sensation traveled down the rest of her figure, nibbling and kissing and licking down her soft abdomen until it reached the hair-covered mound between her damp legs. Her sleeping form moved to grip the ghostly figure, but she suddenly felt her hands pinned above her head on the mattress. Rosalyn continued to watch the dream unfold, watching herself but somehow feeling everything. The caress began at her mound, moving through the curly dark pubic hair to discover the hidden cavern.
Something moist slid between her lower lips and pressed against the swollen nub. Her sleeping form moaned lowly, clutching the bedsheets. Then the moist object started slowly rubbing against her nub. It slowly gained speed, building the euphoria rising up inside of her. At last, the tide of pleasure cranes over Rosalyn and she felt her body eject its warm cream. She now trembled in the after tremors of her orgasm, still held under the spell of sleep.
The ghostly presence continued. It spread her legs until cool air caressed her dripping cavern. The moist thing snaked it's way into her, into the small hole that was now sticky with natural lubrication. Yet before it could full penetrate her, Rosalyn felt herself getting sucked back into her body.
She suddenly shot up out of the bed with a gasp. Panting, her wide eyes searched the dark room. The lamp must have gone out somehow, so she scrambled to turn it on. She relaxed when the soft yellow orb illuminated the room, assuring her aloneness. Still, she discovered her legs spread and vagina full of juice.
It seemed so real, she thought to herself. Must have been a wet dream. You've just never had one before. Damn hormones.
Now that her body had already prepared itself, she decided to finish the job. She reached over the side of the bed and managed to snag the strap of her purse to pull it up onto the bed. The oblong shaped device wasn't difficult to find in its case, so she had it out within moments. To keep the momentum going, she grabbed the smutty novel from the bedside table and flipped open to a dog-eared page. She read the intimate scene while easing the vibrator into her opening and then further pushing it inside of her. Knowing she was never fully ready for the kick it gave her, she turned on the lowest setting.
Vibrations rattled through her cavern, shaking every pleasurable nook and cranny of her sex. Moaning loudly, she lifted and dropped her hips to fully immerse herself in the ecstasy.
"Oh," she purred. "Yes. Yes."
While she allowed herself to make noise without restraint, knowing there was no one to hear the embarrassing moans, a shadow moved through the cabin. A shadow intrigued with the sounds and their source and cause. Little did Rosalyn know that she was not alone.
