The woman on the bed tossed and turned. Her nightshirt stuck to her sweat-soaked skin
"Mmmm...ahhh..." she moaned over and over.
* * *
The four bonfires strategically placed around the perimeter and one central fire, a cauldron hanging over it brightly lighted the glade.
There were people wandering around or gathered in small groups talking. All of them clad in black. The females, different ages, shapes and sizes, wore floor length low cut, long sleeved, body fitting dresses. The foot covering dress made them seem to float.
The males, all ages, shapes and sizes as well, wore pants, shirt, vest, coat, cape, some wearing hats, some not but everything was in black.
It was All Hallows Eve and they were celebrating the solemn occasion as well as waiting for the witching hour. It was the hour where their powers would be at its highest and long lost friends would be able to join them.
Slowly passing by each group, the aura of energized anticipation could be fit. It sent spine tingling chills as did make one feel giddy, each sensation wanting to be the foremost.
Getting closer to the third bonfire, slow, sultry music reached the ears of all in attendance. People began to sway to the enchanting beat. It was a nice, soothing yet somehow erotic sound. It compelled the listener to dance... swaying side to side, to and fro, all around.
Just beyond the fire was a vision of beauty. Hands held high in the air, the svelte, tantalizing body swayed in time to the rhythm. Hip length black hair followed its owner's movements. The only color that could be seen was the ruby red lips. The woman's movements were so erotic it made breathing difficult.
Eyes trailed each and every movement starting at the hands, down the arms to the nicely shaped full bosom, narrow waist and flaring swinging hips down very long legs, then finally coming back up to rest on the face.
'Gasp'
'How can I be having such thoughts? We don't even like each other...right? Oh...groan...but at this moment, what wouldn't i give to be able to get close and wrap myself around her. To be able to feel that perfection, that power my eyes have witnessed. To taste the sweetness I know those lips hold.'
Eyes moving from oh, so tempting lips to closed, long-lash eyes.
'Oh'
Grey eyes were suddenly peering at the silent watcher. Lust and love could be seen reflected out of them. The woman had not stopped dancing but had began to close the distance between she and her admirer. Dancing around the now very close body, the body lured the watcher to accommodate the swaying woman and commenced to sway with the delightfully warm body.
They danced front to back, the watcher's hands resting upon firm yet soft thighs and head lying on a nearby shoulder. The woman's hands were gently lying upon hips, smoothly guiding them.
The sensations emanating through both bodies was electrifying. Tingles running up and down each and every spot that touched and was being touched. Low soft moans could be heard.
The woman turned the watcher so they would be face to face. Slowly, her head lowered until soft, warm lips were met.
* * *
"NO!" gasped Sarah trying to catch her breath.
The wonderful feelings she had been experiencing in her dream had followed her to wakefulness. Concentrating with all her might, she was finally able to subdue them.
Lying back down on the bed, she examined her dream…the glade, the people, the event. Upon realization, she jerked back to a sitting position.
"Abigail?" wide-eyed she whispered, "oh, my!"
Now doesn't that make you smile?
