Heather meets Maria

Part 1

Heather wandered around the streets aimlessly, not quite sure where she was going, where she was, or how she got there. Everything looked strangely familiar, but she couldn't place it, although it was on the tip of her tongue. Everything seemed to want to jog some memory in her mind, the buildings, the air, even the dense fog flooding in from every direction, made her mind ache with attempts to remember. She felt herself growing slightly dizzy, her head throbbing, and her eyes blurring. She began to stumble around, her boots making heavy, wet sounds on the hard asphalt, then she tripped, a different sound under her boots now. She figured she must have stumbled up the curb, and onto the sidewalk, and sighed in relief as she side-stepped into the side of a building, clutching at it as she lowered herself down, plopping onto the cold, hard floor. The fog had made the ground wet, and she felt it soaking up through her skirt, and felt to exhausted to care. She also felt strangely warm, her body temperture growing, despite the fog. She should have felt cold, and it began to confuse her, making her wonder if maybe something was wrong with her to be feeling this hot when she should be freezing. Her ass was the only thing that didn't feel hot; it felt cold and numb, from sitting on the hard, wet ground, and she decided she had to move.

She tried to work up the energy to move, but found she felt too exhausted, and couldn't figure out why. She felt the wetness of the ground soaking up through her skirt, and felt it soaking her panties, making them cling tightly to her. She began dozing off, and crossed her arms over herself, unconsciously trying to keep herself warm, despite the fact that she was burning hot. She didn't want to fall asleep here, but couldn't imagine doing anything except sleeping, and felt her eyes close. She tried to open them, but wasn't able, and eventually just stopped trying. Her mind whirled with loose, random thoughts, but she began to find that they started centering around a woman. She was blond, with red on the tips of her hair, and she found her incredibly beautiful. The unknown woman was naked, and beckoning her. Heather found it impossible to do anything but stare at her body, naked and beautiful. She felt a yearning inside of her, and wanting nothing more in the world at that moment than to touch her. She reached out to her, and when the woman grabbed her hand, she woke up with a start, gasping and panting. She couldn't move her hand, and then realized she had her legs splayed apart, her hand buried under her panties, fingers deep inside of her pussy. "What... why am I doing this..." She tried to pull her fingers out, but moaned loudly as she did, and immediatly pushed them back in, not wanting to give up the feelings of pleasure coursing through her. "But I'm not a lesbian..." She said to no one, and doubted her resolve as the mysterious woman coursed through her mind, and she slid her fingers deeper inside. "No... I have to move..." She told herself, and knew that as good as it felt, she could just stay sitting on the side walk with her legs open, fingering herself for anyone to see. She reluctantly pulled her hand out, moaning again as she did, and brought her hand up, licking her fingers cautiously. But she managed to keep her resolve, and she struggled, pushing her hands against the wall as she rose up, and stumbled forward, managing to catch her balance before falling off the curb.

She was panting now, feeling sweat dripping down her forhead, tasting it's saltiness as it went down her lips, wiping frantically as it dripped into her eyes. "Why the hell... am I so hot?" She asked herself, her only response a resounding silence. She wondered if maybe her large vest was the cause, and began unbuttoning it, having second thoughts about it, wondering if she might need the small but important amount of protection it offered her. But she soon felt dizzy again, and abandoned it on the street, walking a little faster, and feeling slightly lighter. "Ah, that's better..." She said, lifting her arms up and breathing deeply, taking the cool air in. But the feeling didn't last long, and soon she felt hot again, felt like her clothes were too tight, restricting her, strangling her. She stopped, huffing, and begin tearing at her shirt, the turtle neck giving her trouble, choking her. She struggled with it, and finally pulled it off, feeling as though it was like a second skin to her because it was clingy and soaking wet from the dampness of the fog. She threw the shirt down onto the ground, and stumbled forward again, feeling much cooler and calmer. She felt her face begin to burn, feeling embarrassed and shamed as her naked breasts were surrounded by the cool air, her nipples standing hard and erect, and she quickly crossed her arms infront of her, wanting to hide them from the world. But as she cupped her breasts, she felt her pussy throb, and found herself unconsciously squeezing her breasts, and she continued walking like that, not sure where she was going, but now having a vague idea of where she was.

She felt cooler much longer this time, but as she traversed the streets, she began to get hot again, and she still felt embarrassed at herself, and the heat of the blush was making it worse. But she had come too far now to go back and collect her lost clothes, and convinced herself the best solution was to simply discard more of her clothes. She thought about taking her boots off, but realized she had managed to stumble into a pitch black alley, and worried about what might be on the ground. She looked forward, sumbling through, getting hotter and hotter as she neared the exit, and gasped when she finally emerged, dripping with sweat. She panted, her arms still cutched tight around her breasts. But finally she uncrossed her arms, and pulled her boots off, gingely touching her bare feet to the ground. She was immedialty overwhelmed with relief as the cool air and ground combined to make her feel very comfortable, and began walking forward again, surprised at how the ground didn't hurt her feet. But as before, she began to feel overwhelmingly hot again, and began to become incredibly frustrated. She yelled, not knowing why she was feeling this way in conditions that should be making her feel freezing cold. But like the times before, she submitted to the only solution she could come up with, and unzipped her skirt, wriggling out of it, and stepping forward, leaving it behind, with all her other discarded articles of clothing.

She now walked through the desolate streets, naked except for a small pair of white cotton panties, soaking wet and clinging desperatly to her skin. She also realized that she didn't really care anymore, finding she kind of liked how it felt to be so exposed. She sighed, not bothering to cover her chest this time, her nipples erect and standing, her breasts bouncing softly as she walked. And again, she felt herself growing immensly hot, and wondered how she could feel like this when she was only wearing panties. But she sighed and gave in, and hooked her thumbs into her waistband, and bent over, pulling them down. She stepped out of them, and left them dangling on her other foot, and kicked them far from her, sighing as she let go of her last piece of clothing, and wondered momentariliy where her watch and other sweat band had gone to. But as she began to walk, naked, alone, and no longer ashamed, she suddenly fell to her knees, kanding hard on the ground. Her hand instinctivly shot to her crotch, desperate to protect herself incase something happened, and she let out an involuntary moan as she touched her swollen labia, feeling her juice leaking out of her. She realized this was where the heat was coming from, and moaned softly as she felt her middle finger sliding inside of her, and as she began fingering herself, her eyes closed, and she pictured the mysterious woman again.

She didn't care if anyone could see anymore, and gave in to the feeling of pleasure, sliding her ring finger in with her middle finger, plunging as deep as she could inside, and using her palm to rub against her clit. She moaned loudly to the open, empty air, wondering what the woman felt like, wondering what she tasted like. She licked at the empty air, imagining she was lapping at the strangers pussy, picturing it spread apart, pink, dripping wet, thinking about shoving her tongue inside, licking up and down her slit. She rubbed her fingers against her inner walls, moaning loudly as she curled her fingers inside of herself, then slowly pulling them out and slipping them back in, constantly putting pressue on her clit with her palm. She moaned loudly, picturing the strange woman now kneeling behind her, imagening her tongue penetrating her, licking her up and down, and she began contracting, squeezing her fingers tight, and she screamed loudly into the empty air, cumming hard. And as she began coming down from her orgasm, she was shocked into reality as she realized where she was. "I'm in... Silent Hill..." She muttered, and passed out, her fingers still plunged to the base inside of her.