Jim stared in disbelief. He had been expecting to find some kind of monster down here, but here, standing within arm's reach, was a beautiful young woman, about his age, with short dark hair, wearing absolutely NOTHING. She faced him with her hands nervously twisting behind her back, and a curious smile on her face.
Jim shook his head and stared again. He moved his little keychain light down to illuminate her bare feet resting on the cold concrete of the darkened boiler room. Then he brought the light up again to verify that the rest of her was naked. Yup, she was definitely naked. No question about it. And then Jim got the funniest feeling that he knew this girl. She reminded him vaguely of her sister, but she was older and, well, more developed.
Finally, "Who-- who are you?" Jim stuttered.
The girl answered by moving toward him, brushing her fingertips over the backs of his hands. Jim's hair went up on end. She smelled like apples. The girl's cheek came to hover a fraction of an inch away from Jim's face, and Jim felt the heat from her body through his own clothes. Without a word, she wrapped her arms delicately around Jim's waist. Jim felt his muscles relax as her enormous breasts pressed into his chest. Something felt so right about this...
"I don't understand..." Jim heard his own voice protesting as if from a distance. He realized that the girl was sliding off his belt, tugging at his buttons. Her eyes stayed fixed on his. She had such big, gorgeous eyes... Jim felt a strange urge to cry. The blue light from his keychain was everywhere around them now.
"Do I know you???" Jim heard himself say. "I... don't remember meeting you... but..." He suddenly lost all power to speak. He didn't want to ask any more questions. The girl had removed his shirt and was sliding down his pants. Soon he was as naked as she was. His heart pounded silently away. He had forgotten who he was, where he was. All that mattered was this.
She reached for his member, and rolled it between her fingers with the hint of a mischievous smile in her enormous eyes. She knelt in front of him and took him into her warm mouth. Her tongue engulfed him, and a tidal wave of pleasure crashed down over his entire body. He watched her from above, watched her head moving back and forth, watched her lips wrapped around his erection, sliding sensuously, slowly, up and down, and a single word went echoing through his mind over and over and over again: Love. Love. Love. Love.
"I am only a projection, you know," the girl whispered to Jim as she pushed him down onto a warm mattress. "I am your fantasy."
"I know," gasped Jim as she began to tit-fuck him, using both hands to squeeze her firm, round breasts together. "You don't exist."
The hint of a smile never left her eyes as she brought Jim to orgasm and then whispered, so softly that Jim almost couldn't hear her, "At least, that's how it used to be."
Jim sat up suddenly. "What does that mean?"
The girl folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up and together, showing off her cleavage for him. "You'll find out soon enough!" Then, without warning,
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