Hot hands moving over her body, cool blasts of air caressing between her thighs while spectral hands gripped her hips and raised her to a waiting mouth. Freddy groaned, sighed and twisted as the dream urged her body to a fever pitch of pleasure. She jolted awake and blinked as her body was slowly lowered to the bedding. Her sex was trying to clasp and hold her spectral invader, but there was nothing there. She looked at her skin and could clearly see finger marks on her hips. The problem was that not only was there no one with her, she could still feel the warmth from his skin. Freddy got to her feet and put on a black version of her uniform. The dress swirled around her feet. She braided her hair up in a coronet and tied a gold cord around her and between her breasts. The moment she was out of the lav and in the closet, the maintenance bots sprang into action, straightening her bed and removing the previous day’s dress for laundering.
