A/N

Again, so many thanks due to my favourite people, just for reading this. I have to give some prior warning that there will be some fairly explicit stuff in this chapter. But its done with hopefully some sensitivity, and as the late Kenny Everett said, "In the best POSSIBLE taste"

Naomi

I'm standing next to the water. It looks cool and inviting. The trees are swaying in the gentle breeze, below me little ripples ebbing and flowing against the shore.

I look up and shield my eyes from the sun. Its low in the sky, just dipping towards the horizon. Everything around me is peaceful and calm. Its my place. My special place, and this time its not a picture. Its real.

Goosebumps form on my skin, and I wonder why, its not cold. I look down at my arms and notice for the first time that I'm naked. I wonder briefly why, but strangely, it doesn't seem to matter. I sense her before she touches me. A soft delicate smell of an expensive perfume, I don't know what its called. Then I feel her breath on the back of my neck.

"Emily?" I say softly, and I hear her answer with a smile in her voice "Hey you" she says.

She breathes against my neck and again I catch that intoxicating mix of perfume and distinct Emily smell behind me.

I try to turn my head to see her, but she stops me by putting her hand around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder. Her lips, soft and searching, nuzzle my neck and my goosebumps get bigger.

"Look" she says, and this time her husky voice is tinged with something else, desire?

I look at where her hand is pointing and see us reflected in the blue clear water. My mind is telling me that its impossible to see us so clearly in lake water, and strangely, the angle to the surface of the water is obviously all wrong. But I can clearly see me standing in the grass, naked, with a tumble of red hair over my shoulder and her beautiful face smiling at me in the reflection.

A steady pulse of heat travels from my stomach to my centre as she whispers into my ear.

"Just watch, my darling" she says "Let me help you"

I don't seem to be able to move my arms and legs. My eyes blink, but every time I open them the scene is just the same. It can't be a dream, can it?

I feel her warm fingers sliding over my skin. Stroking my waist and stomach, teasing, gentle but insistent. My heart rate and breathing increases as I watch her hand moving on me. Her left hand slides up and captures my breast. Holding it possessively before kneading me steadily. Her thumb catches my erect nipple and I hear myself groan out loud.

"Shhh" she says quietly. "Just watch Naomi"

I can't do anything else, her voice and the sensation of her body pressed against me are paralysing me. I am unable to do anything but feel.

Her left hand continues to caress me, while her open lips allow her tongue to trace a line from my ear to my shoulder. I shudder with the pure erotic sensation it produces in me. I feel the heat between my thighs increase with every slow languorous movement of her hand.

"Let me help you" she whispers again, and this time her right hand moves from my hip and begins to circle my stomach, moving lower inch by inch. I realise I have been holding my breath, watching her hands make love to me, and begin to pant as the tension in my body mounts. She is more insistent now, her knee pushes between my thighs from behind and I feel her fingers right there, where I need them most.

I am thinking that she must be clairvoyant, because she know just how I like to be aroused. Slow sly circles, then an inquisitive finger inside me, gathering moisture before sliding back out and circling me there again. I can hear the small liquid sounds of my arousal now, and, with her other hand pulling at my nipples alternately, I know I won't last very long.

"Please Emily" I gasp, "Let me touch you"

I feel her head shake as she increases her tempo. I arch back towards her. How does she know exactly how to make me come, I think, its almost as if we have done this always.

The muscles in my stomach are fluttering as my orgasm builds. There is no stopping now, my breathing is fast and ragged. I moan again loudly, and she kisses my neck hard, teeth biting into the soft flesh as if to mark me as hers.

"Coming!" I hiss, unable to stop what was happening to me.

"Come for me baby" she says. "Come for me Naomi"

I start to spasm, feeling the fingers inside me curl and massage as I thrash in her arms

I rock in ecstasy, crying out her name aloud

My eyes open, and for a second or two, I wonder where my lake, and more importantly Emily has gone. Its dark. Moonlight shines in through the window across my single bed. I am tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on my overheated skin. My own fingers still between my legs, wet and warm from what I have just done to myself.

Its as if a heavy black weight has crashed on me. Despair and loneliness washes over me as I realise that it was all imagination. I hadn't touched myself for over 6 months. Another result of prison conditioning. I had denied myself the pleasure exactly because of what I felt like now... after.

Then the tears came. Tears that had been held back for months. Tears of sorrow, tears of loneliness, tears of hatred for myself.

I rolled to the side, away from the window, curling up like a foetus. My head pushed into my pillow so my sobs weren't heard outside me room. For the first time since those terrible early months, I cried for me. Naomi Campbell. Sleep came eventually...

Phew, I may have to go and adjust myself now... err awkward!

This is just a little filler, which apart from being sad and erotic all at once, is necessary to link with Emily's next chapter. Be patient! Ha ha. It will be much longer than this.

I have to fly out of the country tomorrow, so the next update will be early next week (unless the hotel has wi-fi, because I will be taking my little net book with me!)

Let me know what you think anyway!