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Art Deco Dreams. (Inspired by the century plus old Metropolis movie)
Art Deco Dreaming.
It was a dream.
You were the interloper. How you got there is anyone’s guess, took a wrong turn, crashed a space ship or a time travel experiment gone wrong.
You find yourself in a large art deco metropolis style hallway, at the end is a set of massive polished brass doors, the top where they meet, maybe 20 feet up are pointed and slightly curved, like the roof of a child’s house drawing. In front of the closed door waits a young women, dressed simply in a short skirt, and white cotton top. As you reach the end of the hallway, you realise there are steps at the base of the door, the girls is standing on the topmost facing away from you. The impression you have is that she is waiting patiently for an audience with some man of wealth or power in this place some nameless billionaire that likely is already giving an audience entertaining the indulgences of a dozen more of such girls at this very moment in his office.
You reach the bottom of the stairway yourself, and realise the girls ass from your position is about eye height. As you glance at her, you are rewarded with a view up her short skirt to her smooth white upper thigh and ass cheeks. Bunched up between her ass cheeks you note cotton underwear, which due to its poor quality finds most of itself between her cheeks, in a wedgie so bad, you at first mistake her underwear for a gstrng thong. You move closer, partially to admire the view, and partially because lacking anything else you do need to climb those stairs yourself.
Her ass, still at eye height is now little more than a foot from your face, still slightly above you. The girls just stands there, hands folded neatly in front of her demurely, and she makes no attempt to fix the state of her underwear, and waits patiently at the door. She is aware you are there now, and makes no attempt to either block the view, nor acknowledge you, perfectly happy to remain standing where she is.
As you admire the contours in front of you, you note a golden drip forming at the point where her ass cheeks meet, glistening on the lowest point of simple cotton of her scrunched up underwear. It grows and threatens to drop.. and with a sniff you realise it is pee. Unable to resist you lean forward and run your tongue up the inside of her leg to catch it. You can taste her salty taint, now, accenting the smell that had already brought your attention to it. Still she ignores you, except perhaps to open her legs a little more, and lean forward slightly as if inviting you to continue.
Feeling daring, you gently run your forefinger along her wet cotton following the crease of her labia from the front to the back and finishing with your now wet finger slipping out from deep within her ass cheek behind her. She remains silent, merely taking a long slow breath and arching her hips at you just the slightest at the contact. Emboldened, you return your face to between her cheeks to press in further, and gently place your hands on her hip to push your lips to the wet fabric more firmly. She just sighs, and you can feel warm salty wetness flowing across your outstretched tongue pressed against the wet fabric on her labia, the volume of wetness increases unrestrained now and she simply sighs in a way that could only be described as contentment and lets you.
Excited now you use a finger to part the wet yellow stained cotton to the side to lick her more directly, this too she allows.. but then you wake up.
It was a dream.
You were the interloper. How you got there is anyone’s guess, took a wrong turn, crashed a space ship or a time travel experiment gone wrong.
You find yourself in a large art deco metropolis style hallway, at the end is a set of massive polished brass doors, the top where they meet, maybe 20 feet up are pointed and slightly curved, like the roof of a child’s house drawing. In front of the closed door waits a young women, dressed simply in a short skirt, and white cotton top. As you reach the end of the hallway, you realise there are steps at the base of the door, the girls is standing on the topmost facing away from you. The impression you have is that she is waiting patiently for an audience with some man of wealth or power in this place some nameless billionaire that likely is already giving an audience entertaining the indulgences of a dozen more of such girls at this very moment in his office.
You reach the bottom of the stairway yourself, and realise the girls ass from your position is about eye height. As you glance at her, you are rewarded with a view up her short skirt to her smooth white upper thigh and ass cheeks. Bunched up between her ass cheeks you note cotton underwear, which due to its poor quality finds most of itself between her cheeks, in a wedgie so bad, you at first mistake her underwear for a gstrng thong. You move closer, partially to admire the view, and partially because lacking anything else you do need to climb those stairs yourself.
Her ass, still at eye height is now little more than a foot from your face, still slightly above you. The girls just stands there, hands folded neatly in front of her demurely, and she makes no attempt to fix the state of her underwear, and waits patiently at the door. She is aware you are there now, and makes no attempt to either block the view, nor acknowledge you, perfectly happy to remain standing where she is.
As you admire the contours in front of you, you note a golden drip forming at the point where her ass cheeks meet, glistening on the lowest point of simple cotton of her scrunched up underwear. It grows and threatens to drop.. and with a sniff you realise it is pee. Unable to resist you lean forward and run your tongue up the inside of her leg to catch it. You can taste her salty taint, now, accenting the smell that had already brought your attention to it. Still she ignores you, except perhaps to open her legs a little more, and lean forward slightly as if inviting you to continue.
Feeling daring, you gently run your forefinger along her wet cotton following the crease of her labia from the front to the back and finishing with your now wet finger slipping out from deep within her ass cheek behind her. She remains silent, merely taking a long slow breath and arching her hips at you just the slightest at the contact. Emboldened, you return your face to between her cheeks to press in further, and gently place your hands on her hip to push your lips to the wet fabric more firmly. She just sighs, and you can feel warm salty wetness flowing across your outstretched tongue pressed against the wet fabric on her labia, the volume of wetness increases unrestrained now and she simply sighs in a way that could only be described as contentment and lets you.
Excited now you use a finger to part the wet yellow stained cotton to the side to lick her more directly, this too she allows.. but then you wake up.