A Super Natural Tale
THE ROBE
Hazel stood in the shower, the pulse jets of warm water from the power shower massaging the tanned skin of her back. She turned slowly and gasped as gentle spears of water struck her nipples. Mike was right, this was wonderful. He had fitted the power shower that morning, before he went off fishing. Hazel had decided to try it out while he was away and surprise him with a freshly showered, perfumed and powdered wife when he got home. They were both in their mid sixties and had been married for five years. They were still deeply in love and did everything possible to make each other happy, both in and out of the bedroom. She lathered herself all over with her most aromatic shower gel, washed her hair, then stepped out of the cubicle and dried herself off. She looked into the large bathroom mirror and smiled. Until she had met Mike, she didn't think she was anything special. Just a regular mid sixties lady. But he'd made her see herself in a different light. He'd convinced her that her slightly saggy breasts were perfect for her age. The swell of her tummy, the result of carrying four kids, was just a chuckle muscle and really cute. They were a perfect couple.
She padded down the hallway to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her. She had turned the heating up so the flat would be nice and comfortable when Mike got back so the bedroom would be nice and warm. She let the towel drop to the floor and ran her eyes over her reflection in the large mirrored wardrobe doors. Mike certainly made her appreciate her body much more. She ran her hands up over her stomach and cupped her breasts the way he did. She gently pinched a nipple between each of her thumb and forefingers, again the way he did. Mike was an attentive lover and never ceased to amaze her at his gentleness. She shook her head to clear the thoughts that were making her pussy damp and slid the door open.
What should she wear? The wardrobe contained a huge selection of sexy underwear, most of it bought by Mike. She settled on a powder blue bra and panties set with matching suspender belt and coupled this with white lustre stockings. She looked into the mirror again. “Not bad,” she thought to herself. She slipped her cuddly pink soft candlewick robe over the ensemble. She loved this dressing gown. It wasn't sexy by any stretch of the imagination but it was soft and comforting. She sat at the dressing table and did her hair and make up. She looked at the clock. Five thirty. Mike said he would home about six thirty so she had an hour to kill till he returned. She lit a couple of perfumed candles then walked back to the bed and lay down. Pulling the light cord she switched off the main light, leaving just the flickering candles to illuminate the room. The combination of the warmth of the room, the gentle perfume, the dancing light of the candles and the softness of her dressing gown, soon had her eyelids drooping and she drifted off into a light sleep.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she was eased from her slumbers by the gentle stroking of her breasts through her dressing gown. She moaned softly as she felt her nipples hardening. She opened her eyes, expecting to find Mike standing over her. She froze. There was no-one there, she was still alone in the room. She tried to sit up but something was holding her down. There were no pressure points, just an all over force that kept her immobile. She turned her eyes down towards her breasts and tried to scream. Again something prevented her, she felt completely paralysed. She could see the front of her dressing gown moving over her breasts, as if there were hands inside it. But there wasn't there was no-one else in the room. She saw the pink material rise into two small peaks and felt her nipples gripped by an unseen force. She tried to raise her arms but nothing happened she was frozen to the bed.
The whole robe seemed to be alive, rippling over her body, massaging every inch of her torso, from her knees up to her breasts. As she lay there she felt the tie belt of the gown moving and saw it slowly untie itself. Someone or something was undressing her. The two ends of the belt came apart and her dressing gown fell open, exposing her body to the warm air. Hazel was shaking as the ends of the tie moved up her body, like two, long, soft, pink fingers, snaking towards her breasts. She gasped as they massaged her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She knew she should have been petrified with fear, but for some reason she felt totally at ease and moaned softly as they moved inside the cups and she felt their comforting softness caress her erect nipples. She closed her eyes again, if this was a dream and she didn't want to interrupt it.
She just lay there and surrendered herself to the sensations that were running through her body. The right end of the belt moved and Hazel suddenly felt the pressure on her breasts eased as her bra was unclipped and pushed upwards by the returning end of the belt. Squinting downwards she could see her nipples, hard and erect and watched as the belt caressed them gently. She felt the bottom corners of the robe moving slowly up her inner thighs, massaging them as they worked their way towards her leaking pussy. To her it felt like huge soft hands were teasing the soft flesh. Her eyes were still squinting downwards as she watched both ends of the belt moved down over her stomach. Heading for the lightly furred area of her pubic mound. Her panties were soaking now as her pussy reacted to the ghostly stimulation.
She gasped as one end of the belt slid under the elastic waistband of her panties, brushing her soft pubic hair. It was joined by its twin and Hazel felt her panties sliding slowly down her legs. Now her pussy was totally exposed and her thighs were eased apart by the ends of the tie belt. She let out a little squeak as one end ran through her pussy lips and brushed over her clit.
She opened her eyes, just in time to see one end of the tie rearing up, like a snake charmers cobra. She watched the end twist and return to its place between her thighs. Her squeals increased in volume as she felt her lips being parted and guessed the twisted tip was nudging its way inside her. Her body tensed as it made its way into her wetness and rested there for several minutes. Then she felt it uncoil and then recoil. This carried on for several minutes. Hazel smiled as a thought flashed through her mind. “Is this is what they mean by being screwed?”
The belt began to slide in and out of her, the twists massaging the inner walls of her pussy and Hazel felt an orgasm building. Her head was rocking from side to side as the soft, yet hard twist worked its way in and out of her. She had never felt anything like it as her body involuntarily responded to the stimulation. Suddenly her orgasm overtook her and she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She was screaming but to the world it was a silent scream. Her body was convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through her body. Then suddenly it was over. Her pussy was empty, the robe wrapped itself back around her body and the belt tied itself. She woke to the feel lips on hers and this time when she opened her eyes it really was Mike.
