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Dixie has a lust-filled dream, or was it?
Senator Cal had made the unofficial announcement that he would be running for a higher office this year. Bob had had too much to drink.
Around a table sat half of the partygoers listening to Bob tell the tale of rescuing some child from certain drowning back when he was younger. It had been before they had met, and Dixie half suspected that it had been the child that had saved Bob. But over the years the tale had became more elaborate, being finely polished over the years of retelling.
"I'm going out for a breath of air," Dixie whispered to Bob, half-heartedly hoping that he would at least glance at her low cut bodice. Instead he only nodded, making sure that he didn't miss a beat of his story.
Dixie found a side door that opened out into the warm night air. Instantly she felt better. As she walked down the hill away from the house lights a slight breeze sprang up and somehow found its way under her hoop skirt where it tickled her thighs for a moment before fading away. But even that passing caress brought her nipples painfully erect as though looking for someone to give them attention.
She walked on, away from the house lights. The shadows in front of her gave her pause until she realized where she was. She stood at the entrance of the maze. On a whim she walked into it. Mentally she compared the maze to the way her life seemed to be going; happiness seeming only a turn away. But when the turn was completed something completely unexpected awaited.
A trickle of sweat traced a line down one breast and suddenly the frustration was too much. She grabbed the hoop skirt and pulled. For convenience, the hoop was held on by Velcro and snaps, which gave way to Dixie's sudden onslaught. She threw the cumbersome wire mesh and fabric as far away from her as she could. She stood in the full moonlight breathing heavily wearing only the bodice, panties and stockings. She wondered why her emotions were pulling her in so many directions tonight. A light mist started, accompanied by a warm breeze. It reminded her of a thousand tiny hands caressing her thighs, her breasts; where they weren't covered by her blouse, her face.
Quite suddenly Dixie didn't care about anything anymore. She removed what was left of her clothing. When she stood naked in the warm mist and moonlight she felt somehow empowered. The light rain was like a lover's kiss flowing over her entire body.
She cupped her breast in her hands, feeling the weight of them. She squeezed her erect nipples and let out a gasp. Her legs were suddenly too weak to hold her up and she fell to wide spread knees. One hand remained at her suddenly super sensitive nipple while the other moved lower, over her stomach. Dixie luxuriated in the feel of skin on skin. Her hand came to rest at the junction between her thighs.
A sound from behind her caught her attention and she turned. At the entrance to this particular part of the maze stood a man in a black mask and toy pistols. Suddenly Dixie felt embarrassment overwhelm her.
"I'm sorry, Bob. I'll get dressed." Dixie got up and started looking around for her clothes.
Bob came up behind her and put his arms around her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
"Who said I wanted you dressed?" He whispered in her ear. Dixie turned in his arms, a look of confusion on her face. But before she could say anything Bob pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue thrusting forwards, invading her mouth. The heat that Dixie had felt earlier suddenly exploded within her. She pressed herself into Bob's arms, unable to get close enough.
Bob put his hands on her shoulders and gently pressed her downwards. She went to her knees again. Her hands fought with the gunbelt. In her rush to remove the belt she was only ensuring that it wasn't coming off. Strong (a moments pause) hands closed over hers and gently undid the belt.
With an almost animal lust Dixie yanked Bob's pants down around his knees.