Dawn Meadows

Emily Lockwood - A Night at the Cottage 2 of 7

Added 2020-12-02 21:08:07 +0000 UTC

The sun finished its descent below the horizon, replaced by a pale white moon in the inky black sky. The orange and yellow flames danced in the fireplace, a constant hypnotic changing shape over the crackling wood. The glow bathed Emily's long reddish hair, exaggerating the deep shiny color. The heat of fire warmed the chocolatey pantyhose that glazed her long slender legs. It was becoming too hot for the snug fitting undergarment. She needed to peel the gossamer material down her legs, starting at the taut waistband pressing against her soft flat tummy, all the way down to the reinforced toes where her 10 precious little digits would wiggle for their freedom against the gauzy clinging garment.

Emily would surely have peeled off her fire warmed pantyhose with a grimace and a wipe at the sweat on her brow. There they could remain in a crumpled pile upon the hardwood floor. Sheer and smoky evidence of a woman's presence. But Emily had succumbed to the dreamy haze created by the fire's snuggling comfort, the dizzying dance of the flames, and the lulling snap, crackle, and pop of that fine smelling wood.

She didn't even finish her glass of wine, nor the story that she had been reading. So many times in her adventures she had been at the edge of an untimely end. Somehow she always managed to make it through. But sometimes she had bad dreams about what might have happened if she had chosen wrong. So many times she might have blundered her adventure, and gone quickly from heroine... to damsel in distress!

Small breaths escaped her soft red lips as her back rose up and down in slow measured rhythm. Emily Lockwood was fast asleep and dreaming.