The arousing mist

Eleanor was now walking for a few hours. Her water was starting to run low, and still no trace of Agnes. Her friend had never been into sport though, where could she be? Probably not much further, Eleanor tried to convince herself.

Meanwhile, the landscape was still as desolate, the same it was two hours ago. Fortunately, this all changed a few minutes later as a heavy mist started to envelop the land. It was almost covering the whole sun, and the ground became practically invisible, Eleanor could barely see her own hands. Nonetheless, the girl welcomed this change, as this should reduce the heat and discourage the vultures.

She continued like that for a few time, trying as best as she could to keep walking in a straight line, she considered this as the most likely way to stumble across her friend. But as she did, the mist started getting thicker and thicker, and she felt that something else was going on. It was clear that this was not an ordinary mist and Eleanor started to feel some weird things: while the exterior temperature was gradually dropping as expected, she also felt that some sort of inner fire had started. Despite the almost freezing atmosphere of the place, she felt so hot, like something was burning inside of her.

Even stranger: she was starting to feel aroused. She had never really been into love, preferring to climb the tall mountains around the village rather than chasing boys. Of course, she sometimes felt the touch of lust on her mind, but it was more of an afterthought than anything. But right now, in what was possibly the least arousing situation possible, it was like the kinky side of her brain was taking **** for years of disdain. Picture were appearing in her brain, pictures of her friends, of random people from the village, of people she couldn’t remember where she saw them; they were all wearing suggestive outfits, male and female alike, and all were calling her with dirty words, inviting her to succumb to some twisted fantasies that Eleanor didn’t even knew she had.

She tried to ignore it and continue walking forward, but the arousal was getting stronger. Without even realizing, she started moving her hands and unbuttoning her vest before stopping, stunned by what she just did. This was definitely this place, it was making her do unacceptable things.

But was it so unacceptable? She was alone, and no one would see her. Besides, she was feeling so hot, so why not getting some clothes off, however weird it was considering the cold mist? Eleanor knew that her movements were dictated by this place, but she focused on these justifications and agreed that removing a few clothes wouldn’t hurt.

Validated in their actions by the part of your brain that was still sane, your hands made quick work of the buttons, and your vest dropped on the ground, soon followed by the bra. Eleanor had no shame in being half naked in the mist, it felt so weirdly normal, like she was fulfilling what was needed of her. And, much to her satisfaction, the heat burning inside her was diminishing and the pictures of the people calling in her mind were progressively disappearing.

"Well, if it seems to be working, might as well go all the way in", she concluded. And with that conviction, she started working on her bottom, removing her pants, then her panties. She was now completely naked, in the middle of the most dangerous place she had ever been. At least, her excitement had calmed down, and she managed to resume her walk in the unknown.