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Katja Shoen stood at the base of the stairs to the front porch of the magnificent Victorian manor. Massive oak doors with ornate door-handles rested under a glorious brick house that stretched into the sky. Small bushes ran along the course of the building’s face, spaced evenly and cut into precise shapes. The building itself seemed to cast off an aura of power like nothing she had ever felt: new or old, large or small. The roof towered over her, hiding three stories in the air.
Katja wore a grey business suit, skirt going down just short of her knees. She had on tan stockings and dainty glasses rested on her nose. She did not actually need them, but the image the glasses gave her made Katja think that potential customers would trust her more and be more willing to buy what she had to sell. A white blouse barely peeked out from beneath the formidable grey top she wore. Her brown hair curled around her face and waited in a bun at the back of her hair. She looked professional.
Katja was a realtor and was there to sell the house, so she started for the steps. It was time to do her job. The first step was not a high one, but as she reached out her foot to step upon it, she stumbled. Hot coffee poured onto the grey suit top she wore and the clipboard she held fell to the ground, tearing her stockings quite noticeably. Katja cursed out loud when her glasses fell from her nose and shattered on the ground. Undaunted by the accident, Katja scaled the steps and unlocked the door.
The first thing she did was to remove her drenched coat and to peel off the stockings. Almost miraculously, her blouse was still spotless, and her shoes were unscathed and dry. Katja fixed her clothes and set about exploring the house. She passed through large salons and through large bedrooms, through magnificent dining halls and through enormous libraries, and through luxurious bathrooms and through gigantic closets. The house was stunning. Every floor was solid casino oyna wood, every doorknob metal, and nothing within was less than a work of art.
The only problem with the house was that it seemed a bit drafty. A soft breeze blew through every room in the house, gently playing across the uncovered skin at the base of her neck. But whenever Katja turned to close what she thought was the leaky window that let in the air, the window was always locked and sealed, incapable of letting any air in at all. So, she kept searching for the source of the air, hunting through each room and checking each doorway until she found a boarded up armoire in the back of one of the closets, behind the smallest of the bedrooms.
The air came from within the armoire. Katja cautiously opened the doors, expecting to find a staircase leading down to an old drafty basement. Instead, all she found was an old white mask, sitting on the top shelf of the armoire on a small pedestal. She gasped when she saw it: the mask sparkled in the dim light of the room. She pulled it down and closed the doors of the armoire. The breeze stopped as she did so.
Katja examined the mask in the electric candlelight. A small string connected the two sides, enabling someone like herself to wear it. It looked like the kind of mask worn to the balls of the time: ornate and elegant at the same time. Without putting the mask on, Katja looked through the eye-holes. Her fingers began to tingle and she thought she saw a slight tinge of green on the otherwise brown floor. Katja looked at her watch to make sure she had time before the customers arrived and slipped the mask on over her head…
Katja looked around. Grass covered the entire floor and massive trees towered above her. Their leaves covered the ground with shade that made the forest pleasant to be in. The sound of a babbling brook floated over the quiet of the forest and reached her ears. Katja began to walk toward the sound, but she stopped in surprise when her feet touched the ground. Instead of her feet finding contact with her shoes, canlı casino they touched upon the smooth blanket of grass. She looked down and, startled, found herself completely naked, curved breasts and shapely legs exposed to the entire forest.
Katja considered covering them up, but did not do so when she realized no one else was around: no animals, no people, and no life besides the plants. She reached up and felt the mask still covering her face, but she did not remove it in case someone might see: it was better to be nude without her face being seen than being nude and her face seen. So Katja continued on to the brook, feet touching the cool grass below with every step. A gentle breeze began to blow and she soon could see the lapping waters and the smooth rocks along the flowing water.
Katja dipped her feet inside and felt magnificently cool water, the perfect temperature for bathing in and drinking. She leaned over and pulled some water within a cup made of her hands and sipped it. The moment the liquid touched her lips, Katja began to feel dizzy, so she sat down on the bank of the brook. As the water moved down to her stomach, Katja felt her skin begin to tingle. She watched her nipples tighten on their own and saw her toes curl. She then looked down and saw the lips between her legs slowly swell and gain a reddish hue.
Then, she felt the wetness fill in, coming behind the blood. She lifted another sip of water from the brook to her lips and drank that one, too. Her skin tingled more and she felt the wetness seep out from her soft pussy and slowly trickle down farther still. Her breathing deepened and she flushed in the face. Then, tentatively, cautiously, Katja reached down both hands and massaged her breasts, tweaking the nipples ever so gently and running her soft fingers along the flat of her stomach.
Finally, Katja slid her right hand down to her lips and rubbed them ever so gently. She moaned out loud, softly. She continued to rub her lips, slowly pushing her hand down farther until it came in contact with the pulsing nub kaçak casino of her clit. When this happened, she rubbed it, too. As she continued to massage her breasts and nipples, Katja felt a welling inside her, deep within, that tried to move out, that tried to break free of its restraints. She felt the welling of warmth and ecstasy between her legs grow, so she rubbed rapidly for a moment and squeezed her nipples tighter until she felt a wave of sexual energy pass through her entire body
Katja stopped for a moment and caught her breath. She couldn’t believe how good it had felt, how pure and how close she had been to her own body, so she began again. She rubbed her clit for a moment and then brought the fingers up to her mouth. She sucked on them for a moment, letting her spit coat the outside. She then slid her wet fingers down to her sopping pussy hole and slid them in one at a time. The first finger slid in easily, pushing up inside her, sliding on the joint wetness of her spit and her pussy juice. She toyed herself with the first finger for a short while before moving the second up inside.
The fingers spread her lips apart and brought the growing warmth of orgasm again to her wet pussy. Katja leaned down and licked her left nipple while her fingers continued to probe the opening between her legs. She felt the orgasm wash over her and then removed her two fingers from her slit. She slipped her lips around them and tasted the juices while she breathed in the aroma of her aroused pussy. She stood and peered into the waters of the brook. She saw her reflection, a naked body with a white mask covering her face. She carefully removed the mask.
Katja found herself back in the roomy Victorian manor just as someone knocked on the door. For a moment her heart raced and she flushed, thinking she was still naked, but she quickly noticed that she still had her clothes on. She gently placed the mask back in the armoire and ran into the foyer to welcome her clients. She showed them the house and, once they left, she locked up. Katja got in her car and drove home. She sat down in the kitchen and put her hand in her purse to retrieve her cell phone. When she couldn’t find it immediately, she looked inside and saw the delicate white face of the mask peering up at her.
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