Chapter 4 - Nick
I’m not sure what I expected, but this wasn’t it.
A nice quiet forest full of trees and flowers and bunnies. Sun up in the sky and a gentle breeze on my face. All pretty normal.
Well, apart from the sleepwalking people.
Giving a little cheer, he holds up the Easter egg he found and holds it close to his chest. He smiles and rocks a little before vanishing. I wonder if he woke up in his bed with a content smile on his face.
The rest of the sleepwalkers, maybe sleep shufflers, keep on searching and I notice that a little way ahead, there’s another egg, and ahead of that, another one.
With no clear idea of where else I should go, I follow the trail of eggs.
After about five minutes of walking through the trees, I realize that the air here is affecting me.
It always seems to happen in these holiday lands.
After a while, I get horny and hard. I know that part of it is that I’m going to see Noelle, but it’s also something in the atmosphere that seems to make everything sexy.
Up ahead of me, I catch a movement and see that there’s a young woman ahead of me.
She’s about twenty years old, I would guess, dressed in a tight yellow top and a short black skirt and carrying a wicker basket with some eggs in it.
She bends down to put an egg on the grass and as she stands back up, she spots me and gives a wave.
As I approach, she turns around and bends down to place another egg.
As she does so, her skirt flips up and I can plainly see that she is not wearing any panties.
In fact, she wiggles her ass a little to make sure she has got my attention.
It works and I can feel myself getting hard looking at her wet pussy.
Catching me watching, she flashes me a bright smile.
“Oh hi there, I’m Avril. Are you here for the hunt?” she asks.
“No. I am actually looking for my kinda girlfriend,” I reply.
The girl looks a little disappointed, but steps forward and hands me a small blue egg.
“Well, you can have one of these anyway. Just for being a good boy and looking for his girl. And she’s pretty lucky to have a handsome bunny like you looking for her.”
For a moment, she goes a little quiet and stares off into the distance.
“I wish I had a handsome bunny looking for me,” she says wistfully, before shaking her head and giving me a kiss on my cheek. Then she giggles and hops back, like she was trying to be a bunny.
Not knowing what to do with it, I put the egg in my pocket and turn back to her as she peers into the basket with a frown on her face.
“Oh no, I only have one egg left.”
She reaches into her basket and pulls out an egg, but this one isn’t an Easter egg, it’s an egg sex toy. It’s vibrating enough that I can hear it buzzing.
“Oh, I got the last egg as a special treat. Here, hold my basket.”
She hands the basket over to me and slips down onto the grass, pulling her skirt up and rubbing herself as she presses the egg against her swollen pussy. With a push, it slips inside her and she lets out a delicious moan and moves her hand to rub her clit.
My erection is straining at my trousers and for a moment I feel guilty for watching.
What would Noelle think of me watching a stranger playing with herself?
But I laugh as I remember that the last time we were together, we had a threesome with the bartender at the pub we were in.
I think after that she would be OK with me feeling a little horny watching someone getting themselves off.
I noticed something in the basket, something that I am sure wasn’t there a few moments before. I reach in and take it out, smiling as I think it makes sense for it to be there.
“Here, I think you might want this as well,” I say to the basket lady, handing her over the rabbit vibrator.
“Oh, yes. That will do perfectly.”
She takes it and guides it down over her clit, her body shaking at the contact. From her moans, I can tell that she’s pretty near coming and decide that this is my cue to leave.
“Ohhh, are you going?” she asks, her eyelids flickering as her body shakes. “You sure you don’t want to stay and watch? You could join in if you want.”
As if on cue, the buttons on her top ping off and it falls open, revealing her breasts underneath, small and pert and just the right size for my hands.
My cock is pulsing and really needs to be stroked.
”As much fun as that sounds, I have to be going. Enjoy your toys. And I hope you find your own handsome bunny.”
I am not sure she heard me as she cries out as her first orgasm hits. She shows no signs of stopping and I back away, leaving her to her ecstasy.
It’s not that I don’t want to watch. She’s sexy as hell and putting on a great show, but what I want more is to find Noelle. We only ever get two hours together and the clock is already ticking.
I walk off into the woods and distract myself by thinking about how these trips have made me realize that I have a kink.
When I wasn’t looking for Noelle, I spent my free time reading erotica.
A friend of mine had written a book a couple of years ago and I never got round to reading it, so when I found myself awake at two in the morning after one of my searching sessions, I decided to read it and discovered that it was very much my thing.
It was a story about a woman who makes a deal with her crush, to allow him free use of her.
I had never heard the term before and had to look it up.
It’s where someone, usually a woman, lets their partner have access to them sexually at any time, no matter what they are doing.
In the story, the crush walks in on her while she’s on the phone to her parents and has sex with her while she tries not to moan and let them in on what’s happening.
After that, I found and read more erotica about free use. By about the fourth book, I realized why I enjoyed it so much.
It was what was happening with me and Noelle.
Every time we met, we never talked about what we were doing, or said “Is there something you would like to do?” I just fucked her in the way that I wanted to, and she gave herself willingly.
Even when I invited the bartender to join us in the pub on our last adventure, even hotter than watching her taking us both eagerly was the thrill that she had agreed to do whatever I asked.
She seemed to trust me to know not to abuse the power and had consented to everything that I had asked of her.
Maybe it was this fairytale land. Everyone seemed pretty open to me having sex with them, from this egg girl to the elf that I had met in the Winter Wonderland.
I wondered what kinks Noelle had discovered about herself.
These were all things we really needed to talk about, but I know that as soon as I found her, we would be all over each other. My head is already fuzzy with need for her and I want to feel her flesh under my fingers, hear her moan my name.
But this time I need to stay in control, to try to stop her and make her listen. Because if I don’t, this time might be the last time.
Eventually I reach the edge of the woods and see in front of me an enormous field, with even more of the sleepwalkers. And there, in the distance, Noelle is running towards me.
All thoughts of our talk go out of my head. That sundress of hers is going to be coming straight off, and I am going to fuck her right here, right now, in the middle of the field.