Chapter 4 - Noelle
The Winter Wonderland sign doesn’t tell me where to go, and I don’t see any other directional information anywhere along the stone path.
But it has to lead somewhere, right? As I walk along, an uncomfortable flush washes over me and my pussy throbs.
I consider stopping to rub myself a minute, but instead, slip a hand up my sweater and caress a pert nipple through my blue lace bra as I walk.
I also have an odd desire for hot chocolate.
Somehow I know it will taste better here.
Positioned along the path at regular intervals are ornate black street lamps, and at night I bet they bathe the walkway with a warm glow.
It’s daytime so they’re off, but every time I pass one, I consider bending over, backing up to it, and rubbing my pussy against the cold metal. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Despite the odd horny tingle, my head is crystal clear, and the world lacks the hazy edges and confusion that usually accompanies my sleep fantasies.
This is an odd sex dream, though. Usually there’s a man with me already when my dreams start and I’m not wandering around lost in a snowy forest with nothing but a lamppost to fuck, but if this itch in my panties increases, it might actually come down to me and the post. Hopefully I can find one with some sort of protruding knob.
You’d think that wearing a short skirt and no jacket in a snow-covered land I’d be cold, but I’m not.
The fir trees thin out and up ahead, I spot what looks like a topless woman tied to a tree.
The closer I get, I realize she’s small with pointed ears and is wearing a short green skirt with an underlayer of tulle to make it poof out a bit.
Peeking out from underneath the skirt is a long red fox tail that matches the fox ears I didn’t immediately notice on her head.
Red and green striped stockings complete the look.
I wonder what her shirt originally looked like, but I don’t see any discarded clothing around her.
Her naked boobs distracted me because they are prominently on display and her hard nipples are a bright candy cane red color. I wonder what they taste like? I shake my head to clear the thought, but then pause. She’d be better to fuck than a lamppost, but what’s she doing out here all alone?
She’s tied up with rope above and below her breasts, forcing them to jut out. She’s struggling against the binding that holds her to the tree, but has a wide, cheesy grin on her face as I approach.
“Oh, hi!” Her voice has a soft musical lilt that I immediately adore. I want to make her sing out in ecstasy.
Wait, am I supposed to be doing something with her while she’s tied up?
What sort of kinky shit is my brain coming up with tonight?
I’m not sure I’m down to messing with a restrained elf, but I could untie her.
I imagine several scenarios of what I could do with this tiny woman, all of which include her fingers inside me, rubbing away this incessant ache.
She continues talking to me, not realizing I have a major internal debate going on about her.
“I didn’t know we were expecting visitors today, but it’s nice to meet you. I’m Foxy, because, well…” She trails off and giggles. Of course, her name would be Foxy.
“I’m Noelle,” I stammer out, confused at how hot I’m finding this tied-up elf.
A thought hits me. Maybe this isn’t a sex dream, and I’m supposed to rescue her.
“Uh, do you need me to untie you?”
Foxy’s giggles turn into full-blown laughs. “Oh, no, not at all. I’m waiting for Rudolph. He’s playing hunter today and he’s stalking me. He should be here any minute though, so you should hurry along… unless you want to watch?”
Uh, what? If Rudolph is a reindeer, I definitely don’t want to be around when he gets here, but I’m too curious not to ask. “Is he a red-nosed reindeer?”
My question produces gales of laughter from Foxy and her head hangs forward, as if she would bend over laughing if she could.
Her long, wavy brown hair covers her face, but the quake of her shoulders tells me she is laughing.
I watch her for a few seconds, an anxious knot forming in my stomach while I think I better not stay long because of a potential approaching reindeer when she gasps out, “Rudolph… another… elf.”
Oh, shit, that’s okay. My anxiety eases, but I still think I should get out of here. This dream is a little more kinky than normal, so I’m hesitant to observe elves having sex. Foxy calms down enough to talk again.
“Noelle, as much as I’d love you to watch me, you should find someone to fuck. You only have two hours here to screw all you want. The orgasms are amazing and you don’t want to miss out.”
Some bushes rustle behind Foxy. Her entire body turns pink as she squeals, “Oooh, here he comes!” She directs her attention away from me as she tries to look towards the bush.
That’s my signal to nope the fuck out of here, so I decide to cut across a snow-covered field instead of continuing down the path.
As I trudge through the snow, I wonder if I made the wrong decision.
I could have watched them fucking while I fingered myself.
I have less than two hours now and what are the chances of running into someone else in this deserted land?
As I think that, a log cabin comes into view.
Oh hey, guess cutting across the field wasn’t a terrible choice.
It’s possible the cabin might have more clues for me about what to do next, or hopefully some hot chocolate.
As I head for it, I’m watching the ground so I don’t trip in the snow when I’m startled by an abrupt shout from behind me.
“Hey!”
I turn, and a hot guy jogs towards me. Oh, hell yes.
Did he have an accent? It’s hard to tell from the one word, but I pray to the sleepy-time gods that they sent me someone with a sexy accent.
It’s almost as if an invisible band is drawing me towards him, and I fight the urge to rush him, jump in his arms, and wrap my legs around him.
Wetness floods my panties and my breath catches while my body tingles and I’m very sure of two things: this IS a sex dream and here comes my stud.
Corny 70s porn music plays in my mind as I wait for him to approach.
All I know is that this cabin better have a bed, or a rug in front of the fire at the very least.