She stood on the deck, cigarette in hand, the breeze coming off the
still water in the bay brushing her hair. She leaned against the rail,
legs bare, on tiptoe. The white nightshirt ruffled with the breeze.
'Come and look at the stars', she said.
I moved to join her, looking
up at the vista above us. The air was clear and dry, the lights from
town for once not drowning out the beauty of the twinkling stars. The
moon was low in the east. She pointed out some constellations, amazing
me once more with her knowledge. I found myself not caring for the
stars, instead gazing at her profile. My hand joined hers on the
She turned, smiled, her eyes crinkled as they always do. I
moved behind her, my arms around her, feeling her heart beat under my
palm. My lips on her neck, she turned her head giving me access under
her long hair. My hand moved to cup her breast, she made a soft moan
of supplication. The nipple responded under my touch. She leaned back
The rear of the house was dark, no neighbours overlooked us,
the only lights from the moon and stars. I stepped back, taking her
hand and moving to the wooden bench, sitting back on it, legs apart,
and pulled her to sit in front of me, leaning back.
My mouth on her
skin, my hands continued to move over her breasts, cupping each breast
in turn, thumbs on the nipples through the fabric. I felt her hands
move, knew she was running her hands up her legs. I could almost feel
her heat already.
She pushed back harder, her back against my front,
the t-shirt against the cotton of her nightshirt. She turned her head,
our mouths locked, her tongue against mine, my hands squashing and
kneading at her breasts, one hand slipping lower, finding the hem of
the shirt and finding her hands locked against her pussy. My fingers
moved in time with hers, feeling her moistness, feeling the hardness of
her bud. Her mouth moved from me, her lips bared as she began to roan,
that delicious sound, not quite a roar, not quite a moan... her own,
She pushed back against me, noticing my erection as
if for the first time.
'Take your shorts off', she said.
out of them, feeling naked and exposed, even though my t-shirt was
still on. She pushed back, lowering herself, one hand gripped my
cock, the other steadying herself as our bodies made contact. She sank
down, slowly, until she completely engulfed me.
The nightshirt covered
us from prying eyes, not that there was anyone out here. She began to
rock back and forth, lifting herself a little then sinking back down,
her left hand in mine, fingers clasped, her right hand running across
her clit and lips. I could feel her juices on my cock, could smell her
in the night air. My right hand fondled her butt, her right thigh,
then moved back to her right breast. I pushed between the buttons,
making contact, skin on skin, fingers rolling her nipple, hard then
soft, pulling then teasing. She continued to move against my cock, her
roaning getting louder, her motions more urgent.
leant back, further, feeling her deeper inside. My hand lost contact
with her breast, both hands now on her ass, helping her to bounce
gently up and down. Her head pushed back, her long hair down her back,
her hands now on her own breasts.
deeper sound from her now, her thrusts more powerful, grinding into
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
She came, hard, her hips pushing
against me, one hand on her clit, rubbing, pushing the climax harder,
harder. Her body tensed, her breath gasped again and again, she
groaned, roaned... for me.
Slowly, she subsided, her fire sated for
a brief moment. She turned, her eyes ablaze, her body over mine, our
lips locked again as her legs straddled me, her wetness slipping easily
over me, taking me in, and she began to rock once again. This time, I
unbuttoned the nightshirt and pulled it from her, leaving her naked. I
looked at her face as she ground her hips against me, noticing the
stars looking even brighter around her head. She smiled, her enigmatic
smile, as she took me completely once more.