Lost Lenore....Nevermore, nevermore....

It started out to be a day like any other, but the sky seemed
a little bluer, the air a little crisper and people's
attitudes a little better. She smiled to the girl behind
the counter as she moved through the glass doors. "I'll
take 8 in the usual today." "No problem, it's
all yours." The girl smiled in return and then turned
back to her work.

The hall she walked down was narrow and long as she moved
past several open doors and one or two closed doors. Behind
one of the closed doors, a radio could be heard playing the
popular music of the day. She smiled and paused a moment
before she passed another closed door, wondering if the
woman inside felt the same as she did about what was happening
to her.

At last, she'd come to the place she was looking for.
Number 14. Pressing her palm on the cool door, it pushed
open easily. She stepped inside, noticing there were no
lights, and the music she heard in the hall was muffled.
As she undressed, her heart began to pound in anticipation.
It was a small dimly lit room, just enough room for her to
barely move. She'd have to go outside to change her
mind. There were two doors, one on either side of her. The
door to the right was the one she'd just entered, and
the one to the left led to another smaller chamber, both
without windows. The only light in the white chambers was
allowed through a fan on the top, where the ceiling held
florescent lights.

After undressing, her heart quickens, nearly beating
through her chest, breathing picking up as the faint feeling
of closterphobia began to take hold. Shoes are gently kicked
from her feet and each leg pulled free of the confines of
pants, her panties dropping to the floor in a heap. The blouse
is unbuttoned with nimble fingers along with her bra, both
dropped in the same heap on the floor of the outer chamber.

She takes a deep breath before stepping into the inner chamber
and closing the door behind her. She pulled on the provided
goggles, slips her hands in the hanging straps and waits.
In a few seconds a loud "click" is heard and the
lights brighten around her naked form. She stands as still
as she can, hands above her head placed voluntarily in the
straps, legs parted and feet planted firmly. She closes
her eyes as the feeling of vulnerability begins to wash
through her...body and soul.

The only sound she hears is the whirring of the fan and her
own heavy breathing. For 8 minutes she stands like that,
the warm light washing over every inch of her exposed flesh.
She squirms only a little from the feeling she gets between
her thighs, without being touched it slowly begins building
into a throb. Five minutes to go. The fan continues to whir
and blow over her skin. She can feel the moistness building,
the throbbing becoming more instense, and still she's
had no fingers, including her own touch her.

Hands tightly grip the straps and she moans softly so the
others in the place can't here. Three minutes more.
The heat from the light seems to warm her, inside and out
and the undeniable vulnerability of the situation is overwhelming.
Closterphobia, as she opens her eyes, only heightens her
feelings as she's able to see only through the small
opening of the goggles, perhaps half the size of a penny.
One more minute and she feels her release is near. The throbbing
comes to a climax as does she....and her release is as good
as any she's had with her lover...if not better.

With another loud click, the fan and lights turn off, she
slips her hands from the straps, pulls the goggles off and
quickly opens the door to the outer chamber. She can hardly
walk as she comes back to reality after her 8 minutes.

Slowly she redresses herself and she smiles knowing that
in only a few days she'll repeat this experience again.
The walk down the hall doesn't seem so long now, and
she thanks the girl at the tanning salon and says she'll see her next time.


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