Inner Journey - Chapter 5 [Unfinished] [Old Story]

At eight that night, Stella watched from her place in a chair before a roaring fire as a small stack of papers was slipped under the door to her room. She waited for a moment, waiting perhaps for a knock on the door or some other indication of why those papers were now there. Eventually, with a shrug, she closed the book and set it beside her, pulled her glasses back up further on her nose, and stood up to retrieve them.

She didn’t realize quite how warm and comfortable the fire was before she walked away from it into the room’s entry. As she returned to her seat with the papers in hand, skimming through them, she stopped and retrieved a pen and the bowl of chocolates from the nightstand. She had saved them until after dinner, and had forgotten them until now.

The papers seemed to be more forms of some kind. She thought she had done all the paperwork she needed at reception that morning, but this seemed to be extra legalese concerning destruction of property in the rooms and the common areas, and a number of other frankly inconsequential little things. Normally, Stella would have spend ample time reading through paperwork like this for the purpose of being thorough, but tonight she was feeling tired. She wanted to return to her book, and didn’t want to parse through the specifics of the paper. With a few more moments spent skimming the paragraphs above the last page where the signature lines were, Stella bit her lip and signed the paper in the noted areas.

Part of her felt guilty for not reading before signing, but she was too impatient to get back to reading to dwell on it. With another look at the stack, she returned to the door and slid them back underneath it into the hallway and curled up back in the warm chair.

Her choice of book, one of two that she had brought with her, was a nineteenth century novel by Mary Shelley. This was not Frankenstein, but a dystopia from the imagination of a woman in the early 1800s. She quite liked it, and the comfortable feeling of being in a large armchair with a blanket over her legs, a bowl of chocolates by her side. Cradled beside her hip and the side of the chair, the chocolates beckoned to her, and she hungrily grabbed one at random. Throwing the foil aside and vowing to pick it up later, she popped the candy into her mouth and felt her body relax as it began to melt and coat the inside of her mouth. It seemed somehow to already be warm before melting, and the sugary milk chocolate sent shivers through her mouth and down her spine.

“Mmmm,” she said, reaching blindly for her book. “Oh god, that’s good.” She shifted her legs beneath her, pulling the blanket up around her, and opened the book again.

Several minutes passed, and Stella could still taste the chocolate in her mouth even though she had already finished it. She found too that it was getting hard to concentrate on the page before her. The words seemed to swim and mold together in front of her eyes, and she kept finding herself distracted by odd, warm sensations running through her body. She thought it might have been that she was tired, but she felt more awake than she had been the entire day so far. She felt restless as well, and couldn’t keep her mind on her thoughts. Clicking her tongue and scolding herself silently, she shifted in her seat again, swallowing hard when her sensitive thighs rubbed together, and squinted at her book again.

These characters were stand-ins for the people in Shelley’s life. She could see in them all the best and worst things Shelley had loved about them. Stella smiled at that thought, at the idea of having so much love for your family and friends that putting them in a book after all the pain they caused as well could etch them in history even further. She absently brushed her fingers against the bare skin between her robe on her chest. Her skin responded to her touch and tingled beneath her gentle caress. “Mmmm,” she sighed again, turning a page without even realizing she had skipped the last paragraph.

Her eyes drooped a hair, and even though the words began to swim again, she continued reading as if she saw each word as clearly as usual. Her hand dropped lower on her chest, somewhere between her ribs and her stomach, and the longer she read, the further left and right her hand strayed. Without thinking, she pushed one side of her robe away bit by bit, revealing more skin on her breast. Her hand went under the material as she rubbed her full palm over the smooth white skin. She moved lower and brushed her nipple, and a soft moan escaped her closed mouth as she read meaningless words. The nipple had caught her attention, though, and she moved her fingers around it as it hardened, twisting and pinching it ever so gently. The sensation shot through her to her crotch, catching her off guard. Her back straightened and she gasped, but she kept reading as if she hadn’t noticed, and her fingers continued to stimulate her thick, dark nipple.

Her orgasm caught her off guard, suddenly taking hold over her. She dropped her book as her back arched and she cried out with a deep moan. Her pussy clenched over and over at nothing and her legs jerked, sending shockwaves up through her body. She wasn’t even aware of what had happened right away, but when she finally realized she had reached climax, she had no idea how it had even happened.

“God,” she breathed when it had finally passed except for a sudden dull empty feeling between her legs. “What was that?” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she pulled her hand away when she felt wet skin rubbing together. Her fingertips were covered in a thin layer of liquid, and with some disgust she thought it must have been drool. With a sigh, she picked her fallen book up and placed it on a side table next to the armchair and grabbed another piece of chocolate. She glanced at the wrapper as she stood and made her way over to the bed.

Milk chocolate again. Well, the last piece was good, so this one must be just as good. She placed it gingerly in her mouth as she reclined into the bed and shut off the light. Pulling the covers up over her body, she twisted in the cool sheets and moaned again.