How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms, the soft flesh beneath yielding beneath her. The sensation was exquisite.
“You’re free,” Pareia whispered, talking directly to the nymph spirit.
Helena, no longer in any kind of control, felt her fingers slip into the waistband of her knickers. She wanted to stop herself, but more than that she wanted to continue. She pushed the delicate fabric downwards. She felt it slide over her skin and onto the floor to pool around her heels. She took a step backwards from her pile of clothes, her hands running uncontrollably over her naked body. She had never felt so aroused. She had never before even worn a short skirt in public, yet here she was naked in a crowded club. And still, although there were glances in her direction, no-one’s gaze lingered.
“What’s happening to me?” she asked herself, but this time Pareia felt no need to reply. The spirit inside her, so long locked up, kept her hands moving, her arousal building all the time.
“Sit back,” Pareia told her, the nymph spirit now hearing the commands directly and no longer as suggestions from Helena’s subconscious. Helena did as she was told and perched on the stool behind her.
Her hands caressed her breasts, moved down across her stomach, along the tops of her thighs and then, slowly, inwards and upwards, now between her legs, until her finger touched her clitoris. She almost let out a yelp, but that would surely break the spell surrounding her.
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